Graham Donovan (_backfire) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-06-24 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-18 |
Run around the world from you and here you are again
Who: Graham, Lucy, and Kismet (NPC)
Where: Convenient store
When: Sunset
The man that Pyotr gave Graham as a mark was not so difficult to track down. The kid vampire gave him everything he needed to know about the mark and now all Graham had to do was track the idiot down and finish the job. Not tonight, though. Instead he followed the guy for roughly ten minutes to try and get a feel for what kind of guy he was in person. Definitely someone who looked like they were in the whole drug scene, that was for sure, and perhaps even someone who could put up a good fight. Then again, that didn't mean much against a vampire and he was all sorts eager to put his strengths to the test. Step one was to actually get used to shadow jumping enough to the point that he wasn't crashing face first into walls. Well, the sun was barely out, so that was going to be put on hold for the time being. Step two involved gathering several items he would need for his mark.
So... WHY are we at a convenient store again? Kismet didn't sound all that thrilled, rest on top of her master's hat while he walked down the street to the corner store. Graham just sighed while tugging at his jacket, still painfully haunted by that damn vampiric chill that lingered in his dead body. "Just picking up a few things, Kizzy. Can you just-" What do YOU need at a convenient store?! You can't use anything there! Can't drink coffee, can't smoke cigarettes, can't eat cheese poofs, can't- "For fuck's sake, Kizzy, I KNOW! I don't need you lecturing me 24/7 about shit I'm already fucking aware of!" He flung his hat off to shake it about in an attempt to rid it of Kismet, who in turn let out a tiny eeee! while fluttering off of it. Several people stood and stared at him on the streets, quietly deeming the pale man mad as he waved at them with wide eyes and a grin. Oh, that was enough to spook them and get them running. He almost forgot that hurhur, he had fangs and not everyone took kindly to that. At least this time around people were running away from him than ridiculing him on the streets. Graham liked it way better that way.
Stepping into the convenient store, he twitched some more upon feeling the dreaded A/C in the building, mumbling something to himself about the fucking cold. He walked down the aisles, not entirely well hidden behind them, seeing he did tower over them by almost a good foot. Kismet flew on behind him, lagging behind only to check out the flickering light fixtures looming above. Eventually, he came to a pause at some of the random office supplies that were available and started debating between packaging tape and duct tape. "Hmm...."