Silas Beckett
A devilishly handsome teenager with a dark secret.
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Beckett has little in the way of items on his person besides a iphone with a silver celtic cross printed on the case. He also has a switch-bladed strapped to the inside of his right ankle.
Smirk grinned and nodded his head in astonishment. "Damn nice set!" he then glanced at his watch. "Damn, sorry bro I must be going!" he grabbed his hand quickly and ran out past a tall, lean figure with smooth brown hair in a close cropped cut which bangs fell into his emerald eyes. Smirking pleasantly he spun onto a bar stool and ordered a margarita.
Silas Beckett Sipped his drink sheepishly as his trained eyes searched the faces of the patrons.
Silas Beckett traced the bar with his emerald oculars to rest upon The Face. Studying him with a trained eye, he simply watched for now.
Silas Beckett continued sipping his drink down to the last drop and slid it across the bar, silently requesting another with a fold of bills laying on the table. He then smirked and called quietly, "Oh Ben, you womanizer, what would your mother say?"
Silas Beckett 's grin split wider. "I stalked you, like the pedo I am." chuckling quietly he continued in an equal whisper. "not here. Who's your friend?"
Silas Beckett he took her hand and brushed his lips to it. "My pleasure, madame."
Silas Beckett chuckled. "Allow me to explain; I treated Ben to a little vacation to my family home in Paris." he winked.
Silas Beckett gave a miniscule nod. "I'm sorry, mademoiselle, it was my fault that he was away." he bowed apologetically.
Silas Beckett chuckled. "what're you talking about?" he suddenly got serious. "B-ben...are you...getting back into drugs?" he asked worriedly.
Silas Beckett "..." he twiddled his thumbs and nodded.
Silas Beckett looked around and pressed his mouth close to Ben's ear and whispered something.
Silas Beckett 's eyes widened then narrowed. "Ben...You've gotten offly chatty, haven't you?"
Silas Beckett tugged at both of their arms. "C'mon, into the storeroom, i'll meet you there."
Silas Beckett strode into the dark room and hopped up onto a high crate, sitting with one leg up and one dangling down.
Silas Beckett shot Ben a glare. "Thanks, Ben. Thanks a lot. You've jepeardized us, y'know that?" he drew a small shaft from the inside of his left ankle and flicked open a blade. "Why shouldn't I silence this...witness...right now?"
Silas Beckett shot Primrose a heartless look. "I have killed more pitiful excuses for humans with greater reasons to live than you, sweet heart." he flicked the slender blade closed and opened, closed and opened. He hopped down from the crate. "Oh would you shut up." his eyes flashed a dark intent. He was obviously channeling Cathedral at the moment. "Ben...Ben why? It was going so well...how do you know this bitch isn't going to get drunk at some party and slip up? Expose us?"
@_@ brb as well, shower then switch to ipod, idk how long it'
Silas Beckett tread quickly into the bar upon seeing the entrance of Primrose and lightly but firmly grabbed her bicep. "Hello there, shall we chat somewhere, ah, private?" It really wasn't a question.