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impromptu rendezvous [Tom] Mar 3, 2013 22:19:27 GMT -5

Post by semper on Mar 3, 2013 22:19:27 GMT -5

Lieutenant DiNiro Richter

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The cold just bites right through my thin jacket and I try to pull the fabric tighter around me but it’s a futile attempt to block out the chill. It’s not a very far walk back to the shop but, considering the cold, it’s nearly too far. I shove my hands deep into my jacket’s pockets, fingers curling tightly together to try to keep warm but they’re tingling and I can’t seem to get the circulation flowing back through them.

That’s the least of my worries, though; Bean’s helper person (Captain, right?) is walking along with me like an escort. I can’t help but cast a sideways glare at him. It’s not his fault that Bean sent him to escort me home but I can’t fight off the sneaking suspicion that Bean thinks I’m incapable of defending myself. Like I’m just that little vulnerable puppy he mentioned earlier. I’m not weak, Bean. I may have not been the top of the class at Career training, I may have not have been able to ward off the larger bullies in school, but that does not mean that I’m weak in any way. I was either outnumbered or out-sized, and just because Bean can handle himself and still be shorter than me doesn’t mean I have no fight in me.

”You don’t have to walk me anywhere, you know,” I grumble, but he ignores me. ”What, does Bean think I need someone with me at all times?” Again he doesn’t respond and I set my jaw, fighting back the useless anger that is building up.

My gaze turns to the empty District Square – actually, it’s not empty at all. There’s another boy at the other end of the Square, looking just about my age and quite possibly my escape from this guy. I start heading toward this stranger boy but Captain follows, so I stop and wheel around to face him. ”That guy’s my friend, you don’t need to come with me any further.” He doesn’t seem to buy into it so I press further. ”The shop is just on the other side of those buildings, beyond the street.” I glance back at the stranger boy and offer a friendly smile and wave as if I really do know him, trying my best to convince Captain that I wasn’t pulling his leg. ”I’ll be fine; he lives just beside the shop so you can go back to Bean. And tell him that I don’t need an escort, I can take care of myself.”

Without another word I turn and trudge off through the snow toward this boy I have been pretending to know. ”Hey, what’re you doing out this late?” I ask, and then in a very quiet voice I add, ”Please just pretend that you know me, I’m trying to get rid of that guy back there.”

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impromptu rendezvous [Tom] Apr 21, 2013 14:01:00 GMT -5

Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Apr 21, 2013 14:01:00 GMT -5

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The cold air sharpens its points at Remo as he marches towards the Square. He thought it would have been warm, but Remo was wrong. It was fairly cold and every step felt like cold spikes would hit him. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt when he should have brought a hoodie, but Remo hadn't. Remo moved ever so swiftly trying to warm his skin from all the cold that stabbed him.

Remo Moreno was never one to complain, but today that's all he has done. He had complained about being tired. He had complained about training today. He had complained about Dante. Then h has complained about how he has no friends. He remembered when he did have friends. They all would go pick pocket people to buy a candy bar or anything of that sort. They always pulled pranks on other people. They always did everything together. Then there was another boy who had a guitar and he played it for a bit with his friend's help. He had learned it from his father and mother, but both no longer were alive.

He used to play the guitar to his little brother every night because every night his brother had nightmares. Nightmares about that night. Remo never wants to remember that night. It was the worst night ever. It had been so long since he has seen his parents that he doesn't even remember his original last name.

Remo marched to the square with his guitar on his back. He starred at the stars as he had came in. That's when he moved his head down to see a Blonde teen coming closer to him. Remo was ready to run, but then he spoke to Remo.

”Hey, what’re you doing out this late?”

Remo stopped and looked at the guy confusingly. He was about to speak, but the other guy whispered to him now.

”Please just pretend that you know me, I’m trying to get rid of that guy back there.”

Remo nodded with a smirk. He wrapped his arm around the blonde and smiled at the guy. He waved goodbye to the other guy. Remo stopped once they were far enough away from the bigger guy. Remo spoke to the guy kindly,

"Now that we have escaped the clutches of that big guy, who are you?"

Remo raised an eyebrow questioningly. He shivered under the coldness of the snow and ice. He had not brought a jacket to keep him warm. His teeth clattered as he waited for the answer. The only thing on his mind. Who the hell is this guy?

Last Edit: Apr 21, 2013 14:01:44 GMT -5 by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom]

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impromptu rendezvous [Tom] May 21, 2013 12:17:21 GMT -5

Post by semper on May 21, 2013 12:17:21 GMT -5

Lieutenant DiNiro Richter

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The stranger puts his arm around me like we’ve known each other for years. I can’t say that I enjoy the contact, but I’ll endure it if it means getting Captain off my tail. He smirks at me and waves to Captain, who I see finally moving off much to my relief. Finally. I let out a relieved sigh as I realize that I’m on my own at last – well, aside from my “new friend.”

He takes his arm off from around me as soon as we’re in the clear and it’s only now that I can really see who he is. The poor guy isn’t wearing a coat and I can hear the frigidness in his voice as he asks me a question. He’s got a guitar on his bad (odd for this time of night and season), unruly-looking brown hair, and blue eyes. Unfortunately, though, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen him before.

”Lou. My name’s Lou. What about you?” I reply much quiet than I want to, but I can’t shake off the feeling that I’m still being followed. In that case I know I need to keep up the act that I know this guy. He looks incredibly cold still and I can see his jaw moving like his teeth are chattering, so I take off my jacket and hand it to him. ”Here, wear this. It’s too cold to be out like you are.” That’s how friends act, right? They help each other out when they’re in tight situations, and even though this guy isn’t truly in distress, it’s the least I can do for him helping me to get rid of Captain.

((Ahck I’m sorry this post is so short & long overdue D: ))
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