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Post by cedric on Dec 27, 2011 11:33:56 GMT -6
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------ Cedric was not surprised with how much business was in this medium sized Californian city. He could see how others would. Medium, sea side town that attracted celebrities and yet also contained some of the world's worst criminals. It was like a hot bed of criminal activity. And of attractive birds, or babes as the Americans might call them. Cedric, on the other hand, knew long before he arrived. Why? Because he was one of them. He was not just some Scotsman coming here for a good time... Or actually he kind of was. His job was a good time for him. He thoroughly enjoyed his work. He was not a criminal interested in power or ambition. He just wanted to have a good time and be paid while doing so. How exactly did he fit in? Well, he was a collector of sorts and a face hunter. He could find people, and get the money they owe you. And while he was good at that, what he was really known for was being an informant. Not to be confused with a rat faced snitch. No a snitch went to the police with their information for reward money or to save themselves jail time. Cedric would never sell anyone out to the coppers. Not even the people he was not particularly fond of. Not that there were many. Cedric didn't have any enemies he knew of. The Russians were the closest but he had worked for them before, given them information. The only reason they weren't very friendly was because of Cedric's closeness with the Italians.
------ Cedric would not tell an Italian secret even if tortured for it. It was one of his few loyalties. The other would be to his family. His family meant the world to him. His mother, his adoptive aunts and uncles, his one alive blood uncle, Tavin. It was funny though. They all came from this small village in the Scottish Highlands, and yes, I mean small. It was called Glenfinnan and it was just about the most beautiful place in the world and only about 150 people live there. Very small place. So basically the whole village knows each other, the village was his family. And they all had really Scottish names. His mother, Kenzie. His uncle Tavin and more along those lines. But back to the point, I digress, Cedric would never just sell people out to the cops. Sell them out to other criminals who pay? Yeah sure why not? And yes, he makes sure people aren't name dropping him. It is an unspoken law that when someone gives you information and you're caught with it, you don't give the name of the person who told you. Say a little birdie told you, or something. Cedric never sold out his sources, even though many people don't realize they told him anything. Procuring the information was the part of his job he enjoyed the most because it involved befriending, getting to know and hanging out or partying with people of all sorts. Once a little alcohol's in them, people are much more will to talk.
------ Most of the time Cedric would pretend to be as wasted as them. He was Scottish and practically had been raised on Scotch and whiskey, believe me, he knew how to hold his liquor. Sometimes it seemed like he could drink and drink forever and never get more than tipsy. And speaking of having a good time, so far, he was. Cedric had arrived in Valkyrie earlier that day. He figured he would get re-acquainted with Fausto and Luca and the other Italians he had known since he was a kid, after releasing some pent up energy from being on a plane for the past day. deadmau5 had apparently made his way to Valkyrie and was playing at a place called the Rave. Cedric had made his way over was ready to let loose for the night. Cedric had always been the type to not care about much in the world. He couldn't care less about the war in the Middle east or anything to do with north Korea. All he knew was that Korean and middle eastern girls were gorgeous. He cared about his life and the people in his life. But the man he occasionally had to hunt down and extract money from? No, Cedric did not care for him. He did not feel pity as he has someone break the man's legs or arms, no he just smiled and usually chatted on the phone casually to a friend or family member, like it was as simple as doing the laundry. He had only killed a person twice. Or I guess, killed two people. It was messy, not his foray, but guilt was not an issue.
------ And he never had some incredibly tragic event in his life he could use to defend why he lacked some of the humanity he was supposed to have. His dad ran out on him and his mom and that was about it. His uncle Hunter worked for the Italians, and Hunter was like a father to Cedric. He grew up around criminals, it just seemed normal to him. That was all he could say. The way he saw it though. He was not really that bad. Compared to most of the people in Valkyrie, the man who breaks knee caps was a puppy dog. Especially when you place him next to the girl he was going to meet later that night. I'm sure he has a limit, but luckily he had never reached it, not yet. His job doesn't require much death or torture, more charm, finesse, alcohol and threats. Right now was not about business though. The DJ was taking five minutes of break after killin it for the last hour. It was about Midnight, so night was still young. Cedric was standing off to the side with a group of mostly girls, one guy who was clearly the boyfriend of the girl Cedric was standing the furthest away from, laughing it up having a glass of his favorite... scotch, as music just played over the speakers.
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Post by sasha on Dec 27, 2011 12:13:17 GMT -6
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---HUMANITY WAS A DISGRACE, A PLAGUE UPON THE PLANET. the majority of them were foolish, and quite frankly, unattractive. they wandered aimlessly through life expecting good fortune to fall out of the sky and slap them across the face. they were lazy and rarely ever took responsibility for their actions. they used constant tautology in their speech and were too stubborn to admit when they'd taken a wrong turn. even worse, after they came to the realization they had been traveling down a desolate, deserted road, they were much too proud to ask for directions to find their way back to where they wanted to be. human kind was stupid; the race itself was filled to the brim with vices that outweighed the virtues. They were suffocating themselves with black satin that etched itself into the skin of all those who partook. everybody had taken a bite out of their own forbidden fruit, and then later wondered what had gone wrong, in complete denial of the blatant mistakes they had triggered on their fall from grace. those who pretended to be perfect were even worse off than the ones who could admit they were scum. perfection didn't exist. everything had a flaw in it, a side that made the pretty one worthless and ugly. most people tried to hide that side though. they hovered through life twirling their shiny curls and pretending they were oblivious to the muddy footprints they were leaving on the white silk carpet. they were all sanctimonious and selfish, and then expected courtesy and compassion from those around them. it was vile, complete hypocrisy, and yet there wasn't a soul who differed, who decided to turn away from the common trend. those who did lost themselves in an abyss of darkness, forgotten forever by the world, their courage dismissed as complete disregard for one's one wellbeing. humanity was fallacious and deceitful. it hardly deserved the air it was blessed to be breathing.
sasha had no more respect for her fellow humans than she did for the smallest, most ineffective particle of bacteria. she didn't consider them worth her time or effort. they sickened her, giving her an inexplicable urge to shoot something. she wasn't social, and there were few people in her life she found worth her respect. her father was one, although she despised him still for his lack of trust in her loyalties. then there was her elder brother, staz, whom she'd always have a respect for. he was the only person she would whole heartedly trust with her life, and even if he was the one to kill her, she'd still give him the respect he deserved for having the bravery to do so. then there were those few inner circle individuals whom she had convinced herself were worth her time. lana wasn't worth much, actually, but she'd been around for so long, and she was so normal, sasha had started to think of her like that dog that followed her home and decided to never leave, she couldn't help but have some sort of attachment to her. kat was confusing, deadly and yet still had room for her humanity somewhere, seeing as she spared her sister. sasha liked her fire, but she didn't understand her, though she was hardly sure kat understood herself. then there were people like demikov, whom she'd willingly chosen to keep around because she saw some worth or benefit in them. but that was where her list ended. most people simply existed, and that was enough of a reason for sasha to dislike them. she wasn't quite sure what made a preacher all that much more righteous than a murderer. each was controlling another's fate. the preacher forced his beliefs don't another's throat, while the murderer forced his onto somebody's throat. she was perplexed by the whole idea of right and wrong. what really was right? and what really was wrong? and who the hell was the determiner of these labels? who had written the ethical code that proclaimed the good and the evil, and when things go gray, who determined if those neutral decisions were light or dark? perhaps it was just the fact that she was literally born without a moral compass, but she was convinced it wouldn't make sense even if she weren't a clinical psychopath.
socializing was something she'd like to avoid at all costs, but when her family held such a high status in her homeland, she was incessantly rope d into attending one formal event or another. usually staz accompanied her, and together they gave off an untouchable vibe, but at times she would go alone, which was horrendous because aristocratic creatures would approach her with their greedy questions and prying manners. she wasn't the type to like explaining herself, and she considered even introducing herself a form of explanation. it was tedious and mundane, and she could hardly tolerate the small talk and the faux flattery. what she did enjoy, however, about attending some formal events was the dress-up. in her line of work, her family was astoundingly wealthy, and what did they use that money for? work. well sasha was stuck up and had always cared quite a bit about appearances. she preferred to blow her cash on designer labels than a new gun. even while working or performing some dirty task, she made an effort to dress her best in clothing most people couldn't dream of being able to afford. she was very prim and clean, always looking to dress her absolute best. tonight was a decent excuse to do so. she had gotten herself a ticket to a jim brickman concert. he was a modern day pianist, something she could appreciate being a fellow pianist herself. he wasn't the greatest thing she'd ever heard, but it was hard to come by a good composer these days, and his music was soothing. so she got herself pampered and pretty and ready to go. it was a little annoying that she was surrounded by tasteless neanderthals. it would be nice to have some company. emotionless as she was, she enjoyed a good conversation about the composer’s technique.
the concert was at ten. she's been there right on time, dressed quite lavishly, but so were the others who'd probably pulled in from los angeles to see it. there weren't very many people in valkyrie whom she thought would enjoy some decent music. it was soothing, and she had found herself completely relaxed throughout the entire thing. in fact, she thought it ended much too soon. it was only midnight when she'd exited the concert hall. she could hear music from some other show beating through the floor. it seemed too early to go home, and she found herself in a surprisingly good mood. well, neutral. she didn't feel the desire to put a bullet into somebody's head, so maybe that was what she considered a good mood. she wandered through the building until she reached the other room that held the edgier band. the doorman was the same who'd allowed her into the concert she'd actually paid for. "miss verrentenikov," he nodded, consenting her to pass. she gave him a polite, reserved smile in response and she entered. there were a lot of people there, most socializing in their own little groups with drinks in their hands. sasha herself wasn't a big drinker. she was an expensive-wine type of gal if anything at all. maybe a shot of vodka during a good hockey game, but that was it. she was feeling rather curious about the human inbreds though. ever since her peculiar run in with a tall blonde in a dark alley, she had found herself intrigued with the different reactions people were capable of. she casually made her way over to the bar-like set up, hardly able to hear her thoughts over the music. what was this garbage? "wine," she stated coolly, scrutinizing the room. it was filled with typical women in classless clothing and grungy men looking for a good time. her wine was set on the counter, and she picked it up and brought it to her lips just as her eyes came upon a fellow across the room.
the shining, fierce blue eyes scanned his face. there was something about him that was drawing her in. she stared directly at him until their eyes met, and then she brought her glass lower, one arm folding across her stomach, never breaking eye contact.
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Post by cedric on Dec 29, 2011 17:24:20 GMT -6
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------ The world was what it was. Most of the world was evil, there was no denying it. Corporate America and the globalization pandemic that promised prosperity and wealth to any one who took part but really only dealt in providing the rich with more and the poor with no chance of having enough to get by. It was the same everywhere just to varying degrees. Anywhere in the world you want to go there will be hatred and disease, the unfair dominating over the righteous. The best chance for a large portion of humanity was resorting to crime, even if it simply built up more pain and destruction. Worst than any other living or non-living thing upon the Earth, man has taken the world for granted. They spread pollution worse the flies, snatch away lands from other animals and resale lands to each other as if they inherited those lands from nature. And it's not like nature was innocent. The Kariba weed is a weed growing originally in Brazil. The weed floats on water and grows very fast, getting twice its size in a matter of days. As a result, they cover the entire water body and prevent sunlight from entering the water at all. The weed can neither be killed as it branches out vigorously if cut into pieces. It takes over and animals and other life can't survive. Mosquitos, the corpse flower, hamsters that eat their babies. Nothing was innocent and nothing was kind as a whole, this is no secret. To blame everything on humanity was foolish. And to fail to see the positives was simply stupid. You can not ignore a large portion of the truth.
------ Cedric had no issues with the world. He observed it's nature, he accepted it for what it was. He used it to his advantage. He was never an ambitious man, but he was a selfish one, otherwise he would be spending his life working at a drug store for minimum wage, never able to travel, probably getting married to the first woman to fuck him. He had fun with his life, he had to. Plus, thanks to his hometown and his mother, he knew there were those small moments of perfection and heaven on earth that made all the rest of it worth it. Just had to look. Humanity as a whole needed work but some humans were perfection. Family and friendship. As cheesy as it sounds, those two things made all the evil fade when they surrounded you. Humans, put together entirely of atoms, sitting on a round rock with a core of liquid iron, held down by a force that no one really can explain called gravity, all the while spinning around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour and whizzing through the milkyway at 600,000 miles an hour in a universe that very well may be chasing its own tail at the speed of light, Humans find a way to reach out to each other. Yeah, they'll reach out to each other for vanity, sex, greed and a million different reasons but sometimes humans will reach out just to show care.
------ Selflessness for those closest to us, those bonds that hold the world together, under all the hate and sadness and stupidity, there it was, clear as day. Just go to the arrivals section at an airport. The average man, Cedric couldn't care less about, but those people in his metaphorical heart, he would steal the moon for. Anyone who could not see that goodness in the world were ignorant, at best. Most of time they were just pathetic. The whole "all is lost", "end of the world", "Why bother living" bullshit just annoyed the hell out of him. Hate humanity all you want. Hate the world all you want, but don't stop yourself from having fun. Don't ignore the good moments in life, if you do? Cedric figured it would be better for you just blow your brains out. Cedric had known ruthless killers with nothing but anger inside, believe it or not, those aren't the people he means. He means those people who have no loyalties to anyone, the ones who are completely alone because they don't believe in "family" or "love" or "friends." Be loyal to something, if only yourself. Perhaps it was this base knowledge in Cedric that kept him a happy guy. Even when he was on the job, doing something that to the world might look like something horrific. That was the flip side to the arguement. The happy-go-lucky types that ignored the evil were just as ignorant and flat out stupid, because face the truth, there's a lot more shadow than sunlight on the planet. You needed a well balanced in between view to be considered intelligent by Ced.
------ Well, despite all this, Cedric was not one to "reach out" and make long lasting friendships. No, Cedric was all about letting the universe decide who his life longers would be. So far, it was a few of the Italians, Luca, Fausto, Vito, etc.. but mostly his family. Women, non of them stuck. He had no interest in them sticking. Eventually he wants kids but he figured he could adopt. He wouldn't abandon them... No women of his generation were good as friends, or a fuck buddies and that was about it. Yeah yeah, bitch bitch, call him a misogynist or a pig, he had heard it all, but only after he gave the girls a night of fun and tried to leave in the morning. And yeah, they all have fun. Cedric was very careful in making sure the woman's body enjoyed it. He was a talented man in bed, had been for a very long time. It got him off more to know he was giving pleasure, not just receiving. And speaking of receiving... As Cedric was chatting it up with that group of people, his eye caught a glimpse of a girl. A ten, if only, wearing a marilyn monroe type dress. She watched him directly and didn't pull her eyes away shyly like most girls did when they actually caught the man's eye. Definitely worth investigation.
------ Cedic smirked slightly as she lowered her glass. He tore his eyes away from her for a moment looking back at the group of people in his company and lifted his scotch to his lips and finished it off before glancing back at the bar. There she was still. He looked at his group and put a hand on one of the girl's shoulders, "Alright, well, I have a definite need to top this off." He said with a smile, that way he could come back if the marilyn dress girl was a bust, although the way she was looking at him, he was not expecting that to happen. He crossed the floor away from them walking towards the light haired brunette. He walked up to the space at the bar next to her and placed his glass down and nodded to the bartender, "Another scotch." He said with a nod before turning around and leaning onto the bar top, looking at the girl, "So... attention grabbed. Now, tell me, what can I do for you?" He asked her openly, his Scottish highlands accent coming through strong.
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Post by sasha on Jan 15, 2012 16:27:03 GMT -6
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---SOME PEOPLE SPARKED HER CURIOSITY. they were just more interesting than the people around them. they had this look about them that simply told sasha verrentenikov that they were worth her time. it wasn't often that she went out of her way to acquaint herself with a stranger, and it was even less often that she kept up that acquaintance. there were only four people to this day she could say passed her tests. although lana didn't really count. she still couldn't figure out why staz kept her around, and she wasn't about to ask since they didn't have a sit-down-and-discuss-your-feelings sort of relationship. she liked lana as much as she was capable of liking somebody though. same went for kat. demikov was the first she'd actually chosen to let in, though. the first person she'd willingly spared. the rest were staz's business, but demikov was hers. some people said it was a sign that she had a heart. others were smart enough to know that she didn't put a bullet in his head because of her own selfish desires to have a side kick. well, none of it was true, really. had staz decided to kill him, she wouldn't have cared much, she just didn't want to use her own bullet to do it. sure, maybe she was a little jealous of staz for having little minions who would jump when he said jump, dance if he said dance, chirp if he said chirp. sasha was power hungry, and she liked having people she could control. people who were blindly loyal to her. of course, demikov wasn't that big of an idiot. he had no problem arguing with her, which could be a bit frustrating when she was in a hurry, but she appreciated the honesty. plus, she still was much too materialistic to shoot him. did she want blood all over her clothes? no, certainly not. she spent quite a bit of money of her pretty brands and sparkling diamonds. and then there was the too tan tijuanan she had grown a subtle hatred for. that one had been purely pleasure, but at this point the traitor could go to hell. it welcomed people like him. maybe he'd meet her sister down there.
but the majority of people? they couldn't hold her attention for more than a few seconds. if they were physically pleasing, maybe a bit longer. but the people who were opinionated or what was the term for that atrocious new fad... hipsters? she hated them all. sure, the average human being may have found them unique or interesting, but to sasha they were worthless. there was nothing she could gain from them. it was people like blind blonde boy she met in the alley that caught her attention. he had interrupted her clearly knowing she wasn't a pleasant sally sue who didn't know how to get home. he'd heard her threatening and physically harming the lying russian scum, and yet he'd stood there and challenged her. people like that kept her intrigued, because they had more potential than the rest of humanity. he didn't even report her to the police, so what was he, an average joe with a backwards moral compass? she wasn't sure, but she wasn't complaining either. she didn't feel like having to listen to staz scold her on being more careful so as not to get witnesses. or maybe the ghost of a girl she had killed years ago telling her that she was as messy as one of her minions themselves. valentina verrentenikov may have been dead, but her presence was still there, and despite the fact that her heart was no longer beating, she still managed to get under sasha's skin. the thing that pissed her off the most was that she was imagining it. val was nothing more than a figment of her imagination, that was it. so you'd think she'd be able to turn it off when she wanted to, but she couldn't. it wasn't nearly that simple. being so twisted and dark as she was, it was no wonder only a certain brand of person could keep her interested in them. she couldn't talk with the bartender or the doctor, because they were all so normal. they couldn't relate. she wasn't looking for some best friend who would understand her, but she wasn't looking for somebody completely mundane who would be confused by her every word either.
sasha used people. it was as simple as that. she kept them around until they were no longer of any advantage to her, and then she dumped them off. in the long run, the only person she would always find use in was staz. he'd always be as loyal to her as she was to him. it was odd how valentina didn't really have as big of a hold over either of them. maybe it was because she'd ran off. had she done nothing particularly wrong, and aleksander had asked sasha to shoot her, maybe it would have played out differently. but now if he had told her to shoot staz point blank, she would laugh in his face. she would probably shoot him instead, to be honest. and she doubted staz would so easily turn on her, either, but then again... the guy played russian roulette once a year for some estranged reason. so who knew what was going through his head. funny how he probably thought the same thing about her, or maybe she was the only one with these profound trust issues. it was probably one of those project one's own flaws onto another thing, although she was sincere and confident when she said she wouldn't kill staz. she wouldn't ever unless he tried something first. or if she had strong suspicions he was going to try something. but the likelihood of that was fairly slim. she would guess they'd plot to kill their own father before they turned on each other. personally, she'd be fine with killing both their parents, but she knew staz would never stand for that. he was something of a family man, or the closest thing to one in her bloodline. she was sure maybe her father had some sibling who was a bit more affectionate than he was himself, but she wasn't very well acquainted with her extended family. she met them occasionally when she went to some stuffy political party because of their highered statuses, but that was it. they never spoke openly with each other, it was just handshakes and smiles all around. so yes, staz was the only one on her permanence list. maybe she'd keep demikov around because he was willing to scheme with her in ways that staz wasn't, but everybody else she knew was completely and utterly expendable.
just like this guy approaching her.
she had no idea who he was. he didn't look familiar. that alone was good enough for her because none of the people she was acquainted with from valkyrie were really all that interesting. her blue eyes roamed the room when she noticed him excusing himself and approaching. she leaned back on the bar, sipping her wine slowly as she scoped out the current patrons. the music vibrated through her body. it was quite repulsive, nothing she'd really decide to listen to on her own, but she was growing accustomed to it, and it bothered her less and less as the time went on. she ignored him coolly as he came up to the bar and set his glass done, asking the bartender for another scotch. her jaw was clenched, flexing ever so slightly as he spoke. her lip twitched subtly as he spoke, and her silvery eyes continued to wander around to concert hall. so many people, so many invalids. she inhaled through her nose deeply, exhaling between the small gap between her lips, "your attention was grabbed so quickly because you were bored, not because i desired it," she spoke somberly, still not looking at him. her lips pursed together, and she reevaluated his accent in her head. was that scottish? she thought so. and what on earth brought somebody from his part of the world all the way to valkyrie, california? there couldn't be a lot. it left a few options. criminal was swimming through her head, only because she was russian and had ended up here too. and she was well aware of the surge of criminal activity in valkyrie. but if he were a criminal, wouldn't he know who she was? well maybe not. many knew her name, but not her face. finally she looked over at him, their eyes meeting. there was a small smirk on her lips, her eyebrows raised only slightly, "and what makes you so sure you could do anything for me?"
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------ When it comes to women... no, Cedric had never felt particularly shy. He was an attractive guy, He knows that he's attractive, women have always liked him. Even the ones who don't, eventually are willing to slip between the sheets. Some women get all worried and crazy about him leaving them but he makes no false promises. It's not his fault if they sleep with him anyways hoping they can change him. Fear of commitment? Possible. Cedric is not the sort of man to rule anything out but honestly? He just gets bored. California was a place of beautiful beaches, sunny skies and women in bikinis. it really should be a place that most of Cedric's associates would associate with him, but alas, US soil was rare to be featured underneath the Scotsman's feet. Cedric enjoyed America, land of the free, home of the brave, all that shit, but honestly? He enjoyed most of the planet, as long as there were women and business. There was only one place in the world where he really considered home though and California was a LONG ways away. It was where his family lived. Believe it or not, Cedric Adair, the man known for a mouthy personality, the man who could find anyone, and seemed to know everything that was going on the wonderful world of crime, the play boy was actually quite the family man. His family meant the world to him. His home town meant the world to him. It was so small it was like one large family already.
------ But the way he saw it, he would be a shitty father. And he had not yet met a woman who he could see himself be with and be faithful too 100% of the time. He did not really care too either. He wanted kids, but at the same time did not see them as a reality for him and he was comfortable with that. He really was. There was just too much fun to be had on the planet, especially when it came to women. You see, Cedric was one of those guys that could get their asses killed because they slept with the wrong man's wife. There was actually this one time, while he was in Rome actually, he had met this woman. A bit older than him but sultry, sexy, with a body that just screamed for attention. She hadn't even spoken to him yet, he had not been truly planning to seduce her but she found him in the crowd and slipped him a note with her address on it and told him to come to her place at midnight. Now, he was not a man to keep a lady waiting. When he got there, it was a hotel. He was sent up to her room to find her in her undergarments on the bed. She told him to get busy, he stripped down with a "yes ma'am" and they spent a few wonderful hours together. And no, if it meant sex, Cedric was happy to be used as a living toy. But after the sex, they were talking and she was telling him about he husband and how they never have sex and Cedric offered his body to her whenever she needed it, obviously.
------ But eventually, the door to the large suite opened and Cedric had to find a way to get out of the room unnoticed by the seductress's husband, especially when Cedric discovered she was the wife of a inspector general who had actually been trying to nail Cedric, without much success. Cedric had to jump out the window and climb down the fire escape wearing nothing but his briefs. He walked back to his place, at four in the morning, in his underwear, bare footed, getting eyed by some people he really did not want to get to bed. The lesson of the night was be careful which women you agree to sleep with. Did he learn it? Well, seeing as that affair continued for the next month? Probably not, he couldn't help it. He was not completely pathetic. He was not desperate for a woman, he didn't have a hard enough time finding willing partners to be so, but he had a hard time leaving a woman for fear of another man. He was not scared of getting his ass kicked. And he didn't want to die but he figured it would at least be a happy way to go right?
------ As for the woman at the bar, she should probably be one of those women with a large flashing lit up sign with a large red arrow pointing at her that read "DO NOT ENTER" but... Cedric was never much of a reader now was he? "your attention was grabbed so quickly because you were bored, not because i desired it," Cedric raised an eyebrow as she spoke, not so much as what she was saying or how she was saying it, but her accent. Russian. He smiled slightly to himself. He didn't know of many Russians in Valkyrie who were not connected to the Bravta in one way or another. The informant in him, who's job was to know everything, quickly scanned the names he knew of connected to the Bravta. Novikova, Sakahrov, Collins, Dombrovski, Skipentroff, and of course the Verrentenikov family. Names were easy, it was the faces that were hard for him to get down because that required, surveillance and/or meeting them. He met who he met, but most of his job required socializing with people of all sorts, usually of middle to low status to get the downloads on the others. He had met a few russians, mostly when they had a question or two about something. Who dared steal their stock? Where'd boy #3 run to when he owes them 10k? things like that. Cedric smiled and shook his head at the woman, "I wouldn't say bored is the right word, more like... open to better alternatives." He replied as he got his scotch and took another drink. He turned his head towards her, his body facing the bar as her back was to it, their eyes meeting. She had a cute smirk. "and what makes you so sure you could do anything for me?" Cedric laughed slightly and looked back ahead of him as he took a drink. He set the glass on the bar but kept his hand around it, turning his head back to look at her, he leaned in slightly, "What makes you so sure I can't?" He asked, reflecting it back. He smiled and shrugged as he stood up straight though, "But," He added standing more directly in front of her, "If you are sure that there is absolutely nothing I can do for you, say the word and I will walk away without hesitation." He finished honestly with a shrug, his tone rather suggestive with a small grin.
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