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Post by Harlen James on Aug 19, 2009 9:30:58 GMT -6
He was pissed. Fuming mad. And god forbid ANYONE cross his path. Harlen stalked through the down town area, his blood pressure rising, his blood boiling. Some one was going to pay for this. Some how, he had learned by listening in on a conversation at a seedy gay bar, the video of the torture he and his now dead buddies had inflicted on that Scottish man months ago had leaked out, and rumor had it a third guilty face could be seen, just barely there in a frozen frame, and the cops were looking for that third face.
The bodies of his friends had been found long ago, and matched to those who had been taped raping, beating, and torturing the man. Now Harlen was a man on the run, and he was out for blood. Someone had let this happen. He had connections that even his own boss did not have, and he had been certain none of the PD would let that tape go. And he thought he had the last copy. Unless that Scot had been dumb enough to make a copy. Or even his pretty little girlfriend. The one Harlen had taken to watching when he was bored. She was a pretty little thing, and she was pregnant- or that was what their neighbors said, anyway.
Now on 21st, Harlen could feel not only his blood pressure rising, but his prick as well. He needed to take his frustration out on someone, and god help who ever that happened to be. 21st was perfect for finding a young boy or girl who was willing to do anything for a buck. But he didn't plan on paying. And whoever he took, he wanted a challenge. He wanted to hurt someone. He wanted to make someone suffer.
Heading another block north, he found the perfect candidate. A small boy of Asian looking decent with a violin, playing very well. Planning on wooing the boy before tearing him apart, Harlen plastered on a fake smile of awe and walked up to the kid, tossing a quarter into his cup. You're good, kid. Real good.
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Post by Ares Sho Takahashi on Aug 19, 2009 17:28:29 GMT -6
Unlike the other man, Ares was rather content that day. Sure, things were hard as usual. But he had started out with a fair bit of money (Well, not a lot, but he wasn't starving) and he had managed to eat what he usually had for breakfast- an apple or fruit of some sort. They were cheap off the streets and with the money he made from playing his violin, though it wasn't much it was often enough for him to eat a decent meal every other day and snack between. Besides, his staple food: jellybeans were cheap in bulk and took a hell of a long time to eat. And so that's what he had done that day. He had awoken from a decent sleep- using his violin as a pillow as he always did- bought his apple, ate it quietly and then stood on the side of the street to play. He rose the bow and pulled it across the strings, playing Beethoven Virus ( Link) for his performance choice. His violin case was out in front of him as people walked by, dropping money into it. That was the good thing about being good at an instrument: People would pay you a lot for a performance. Or people would pay a little but a lot of people would pay. And so he was able to have an income that wasn't allowed to be taxed. But he was on 21st street now for whatever reason. He had been on that street before, when he met that Cael guy- he hadn't been that bad actually. And as a matter of fact, Ares kinda liked him. Well, not kinda, he did like him a lot, but he also seemed to have taken more of a like-like liking to him as well. But chances of him seeing that guy was slim, though he could guess around where he lived from how he dressed and how he acted. Though Ares wasn't quite fond of this place... people would ask him how much for him. No... Ares wasn't a prostitute... he just wanted to play the violin and get money for it... or just play the violin for the heck of it. He didn't want to... do... that with someone.... He was playing his instrument, so wrapped up in it that he didn't notice someone approaching. But then he heard the compliment, and luckily it coincided with the song's end as he lowered his violin and smiled in thanks. He pointed to the violin, looking at him with a slight tilt of his head as if asking if he wanted to hear a particular song.
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Post by Harlen James on Aug 19, 2009 22:41:09 GMT -6
Piercing blue eyes flashed with annoyance when the kid didn't speak to him, just nodded his head toward the piece of wood with strings on it. That thing would be so easy to snap. And with that thought, Harlen found himself dying to break the instrument. The satisfying snap of the wood would take some of the edge off. Some of it. Not much, though. Tossing a five into the open case, he just smiled his wonderful fake smile and shook his head. Actually, I have a business opportunity for you. A friend of mine is going to ask his girl to marry him. Would you like to play when he does? It would be good money.
There would be no playing. Well, maybe on his part. But the kid, he would be the instrument, or maybe the word 'toy' fit better in this situation. Either way, Harlen was going to get his fun.
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Post by Ares Sho Takahashi on Aug 20, 2009 8:16:33 GMT -6
Ares saw something in his eyes. A flash of an emotion. He tilted his head, what was it? Ares was an odd kid... odd in many ways. One way was that he always had bubbles in his violin case. Another he always had jellybeans in the case and in his pockets, a third way was that he rarely spoke. He just didn't like to talk. He didn't know why, he just didn't like it. Sure, he would speak occasionally when he needed something, but if a simple gesture would do, then he would remain silent. He actually hadn''t heard his own voice in a while... or at least since he had met Cael.
He blinked at the proposal- both the literal one and the one he was asked to be by. That would be a good chance for money. And then if people were standing by- maybe the people who regularly gave him money- they would see that they too could hire him for things and he wouldn't mind. So Ares nodded in agreement with a hopeful, gentle smile on his face, the violin and bow idly by his side.
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Post by Harlen James on Aug 20, 2009 8:46:18 GMT -6
Maybe the kid was a mute. Who the hell knew? He sure as the hell still didn't talk to him, and Harlen could feel his blood pressure begin to rise once more. No one defied him like that. He always got the answers he wanted one or the other, and he was going to make damn sure he got this kid to talk, or make some kind of noise. Even if it was just screaming.
His ability to make people believe him, then fuck them up was the main reason as to why his boss had hired him, and so Harlen turned on the charm and pulled a twenty from his pocket. This is only a part of what he plans on paying you. The thing is, he plans on asking her tonight. Soon, in fact. Do you mind if I show you where they are? Chris is a great guy, Harlen lied right through his teeth, and he is madly in love with this girl. They are going to have dinner at a resturant and then he plans on asking her at the park. Lying came so naturally when he wanted something, and he wanted this kid. To hurt him, to make him pay for what someone else had done.
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Post by Ares Sho Takahashi on Aug 20, 2009 16:05:37 GMT -6
Ares had no idea what the man was thinking. Nor did he have any idea what his true intentions were. What he did know, was that he had a twenty in his hand and that was what he was intending to give the young boy looking at him with such hopeful eyes. A twenty? He rarely got that much money at once. And it really helped. He could buy a lot of jellybeans... and actual food... and just supplies needed for life that he normally didn't have.
When the guy asked if he minded, Ares shook his head and knelt down to his violin case. He took the cash and rolled it up or took the coins in a pile and placed it in a small draw-string bag he had located in one of the pockets on the top of the case. He placed the violin gently inside as well as the bow, closing it and standing. He was able to put the violin on his back, the case having straps that turned it more into a backpack then an actual violin case. He looked at Harlen expectantly, waiting for him to start moving.
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