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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 24, 2012 23:19:44 GMT -5
Puff skipped up the stairs of the momentum tower, humming happily. Today was great, REALLY great! He had gotten to kill someone today, some old man wandering around the woods. The blood was nearly dried on his suit already, and it looked so PRETTY with the way it had splattered... The near-albino was in SUCH a good mood, he had decided to go up to the top of the tower and watch the city. Perhaps one of the more interesting people he had been watching would wander his way! He would LOVE to talk with them in person, though he already knew them all pretty well. Or so he liked to think...
The white-haired man leaned over the railing of the balcony few stories off the ground. Wondering absently about how much force it would take to push a person in this position over the rail and hurtling down onto the pavement...
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 24, 2012 23:35:53 GMT -5
The question "why" never crossed Fred's mind as he climbed the stairs of the tower, although it WAS a tad strange for him to visiting this place. Normally the Brit had a very limited number of haunts, and he never bothered to change that number whatsoever. Work, Home, possibly Freed's if he actually had a little down time... Needless to say he didn't explore much.
He paused upon entering the landing, noting that there was someone already there. Being a gentleman, Fred normally would have at least greeted the guy with a nod or something before going off to light up a cancerstick. But something felt sort of... off about this guy. And Fred usually went with his gut.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 25, 2012 20:05:20 GMT -5
Puff's ears twitched at the sound of a lighter being flicked on even before the smell of smoke reached his nose. Oh... there was someone ELSE up here? And they smoked... that was awful!! Who in the world had defiled his lovely day with that disgusting smell!? The fluffy-haired man turned around, scowling at the other man. The blood on his suit was clearly identifiable, and he wondered if that would make the man leave or if he'd have to use a switchblade. "Put it out." He told the other Tora, looking for all the world like a pouting child.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 25, 2012 20:45:55 GMT -5
Fred barely so much as glanced at the other man before sighing and grinding the cigarette out with his shoe. While he wasn't exactly happy with the other man's demanding demeanor, the Brit was strictly non-confrontational. His pacifist nature kept him from being snarky with the other guy.
"A please would have been nice," he drawled in his muddled English accent. For a moment he observed the blood all over the guy's suit, but he tried not to look startled (although that certainly was NOT normal). It would probably be best for him to just turn around and leave now...
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 25, 2012 21:06:19 GMT -5
Puff's smiled returned as the cigarette was snuffed out. "That doesn't always work though... So I just wanted to be sure. I already killed someone today, so I'm feeling good, and I didn't want that spoiled." He was perfectly fine with saying he killed a person. After all, he had, and he was damn proud of it. He was proud of it EVERY time, more so now that his eldest brother wouldn't hold him underwater for a minute or more after hearing about it. He couldn't really, even if he DID come to the city Puff doubted they'd be in the same clan.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 25, 2012 21:17:52 GMT -5
Thanks to years of bar tending, Fred managed to maintain a straight face at that... interesting piece of news. However, he couldn't help but hold a look of wariness in his eyes. Well, he could just leave now... But if this guy had killed someone, which the Tora didn't doubt judging by all the blood, then the situation may just be a little... delicate.
"That's... understandable," the Brit answered carefully.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 25, 2012 21:56:43 GMT -5
Puff grinned and held out a hand. "I'm Puff." He said happily, neither disappointed or glad that the man wasn't freaking out. It was another reaction, surprising, but interesting all the same. There was blood under his nails, and some on the palms of his hands, there was even a little on his cheek thanks to some snacking. This guy was already looking to be pretty fun.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 25, 2012 22:15:07 GMT -5
"Fred," the Brit replied, calmly shaking the other Tora's hand. Years of dealing with all sorts of weirdos at the Allure had given him the world's best poker face. Of course, this Puff guy certainly topped thd list. But Fred just told himself to stay calm and rational, be polite and hopefully walk away in one piece.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 26, 2012 19:25:11 GMT -5
Puff's smile persisted. "You don't seem to... fit here..." He commented. And indeed the other Tora looked somewhat out of place on the balcony of the tower. Incredibly out of place, truth be told. He wondered why, after all, this USED to be Tora territory in years past, but certainly not anymore.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 26, 2012 19:35:23 GMT -5
There was a pregnant pause, during which Fred mulled over the statement. After a few seconds the Brit finally asked, "What do you mean by that?" The statement was calm, honest. He was truly curious as to what this... "Puff" fellow had meant.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 26, 2012 19:38:08 GMT -5
Puff frowned and cocked his head to the side. "Well..." He said, tapping his temple with a finger, the rest of his hand resting near his cheek with his other harm crossed over his chest. "It's like... if this place was a puzzle... you'd be the piece from another one. The wrong piece." He seemed to think about the phrasing for a second, looking up at the top of the doorframe as he puzzled it over before nodding. "Yeah. That's it."
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 26, 2012 19:58:55 GMT -5
"I s'pose that makes sense..." But, in all honesty, the Brit was still confused. Not that he'd say so, it was very unlikely that he'd get a straight answer out of this guy. And despite his brain telling him this was probably a bad idea, Fred found himself saying, "Although, I have to say you don't exactly blend in either."
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 26, 2012 23:09:28 GMT -5
Puff giggled. "Ya think~?" Laughed out. "Is it the suit? It's the suit, isn't it?" He liked it too much to get any different styled clothes though... except maybe a weskit... perhaps one day he'd own a weskit for something more casual...
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 26, 2012 23:21:38 GMT -5
"Uh, yes, I think that must be it." That or the lovely scarlet stains all over it... Lord, this was beyond awkward. The man had killed someone for goodness sake and here Fred was, chatting him up as if they were exchanging news over Sunday brunch. It was utterly ridiculous.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 30, 2012 18:31:35 GMT -5
Puff couldn't help but laugh. "You have a good pokerface." He chirped. "Most people would have started running by now." He cocked his head to the side, still smiling and staring at Fred. "Why haven't you? Not that there's a very high success rate these days when it comes to outrunning me..." There was maybe two people that could do that these days...
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