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Post by bloodymary on Feb 15, 2007 23:13:17 GMT
The thick air was drifting all over the place, held heavy to the ground by the pollution. The people were all milling about in their usual dreary fashion, and Andy couldn't help but wonder what their objective was in all this. Everybody wanted something... Most of them just didn't know it yet, herself included. She'd been a hitman for her entire life, she was basically born into it, but... It still carried with it some form of mundane lack of contentment. She'd been killing for a living ever since she got out from under her bastard of an uncle's thumb, and she couldn't help but wonder if this really was the kind of life she wanted. Adrian sat in the cheap resturant, holding her cup of coffee in both palms and staring blankly at the window. Not through it, and she wasn't looking at the reflection, she was looking at the window. She was contemplating everything in its entirity right now, and she was barely sure of if she should or shouldn't act on her instincts... And her instincts were telling her to settle down, and find a place to live. Leave all of the death behind, all of the violence, all of the things... The things that she'd been taught to do her entire childhood.
Andy snorted at her own thoughts, an akward sound coming from so petite a woman. "Yeah, right." she said to herself, and took another sip of her caffine-packed drink. That was certainly helping her wake up, as she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in a week... Maybe more. She'd lost track of the time. That tended to happen. She didn't even remember what month it was, other than it was a bad one. She had another contract... That's all life was, another contract, another hit. Still, she had heard her target was coming here today. And she had a job to do. Thus, she waited in here, living her life and hoping she could get this overwith and collect her pay.
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 16, 2007 9:56:26 GMT
"Un caffè, nessuno di quella merda di formato!"
(A coffee, and none of that size shit!)
*A young-ish looking man stated at the counter.*
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Post by bloodymary on Feb 16, 2007 17:42:59 GMT
Adrian looked up, and noticed someone speakin Italian... Not abnormal, but the person she was looking for was Italian. She looked him over. Might be the guy. She set down her coffee, and stood up to approach him. She tapped the man on the shoulder a couple times, and looked over at him. "Scusarlo. Siete Diego Castellaneta?" {"Excuse me. Are you Diego Castellaneta?"}
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 16, 2007 22:28:54 GMT
"Si...chi sta chiedendo bello?"
(Yes...who is asking beautiful?)
*He winked at Adrian. Diego was a generally good looking man...but people were often fooled by his innocent looks...*
"Pozzo?"
(Well?)
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Post by bloodymary on Feb 16, 2007 23:34:33 GMT
Adrian noticed that this guy seemed to be a good-looking fella, and not ashamed to admit it. She only had eyes for Conwell, but she needed to get this guy alone... "Ho qualcosa di interesse reciproco, se veniste con me all'esterno per un momento." {"I have something of mutual interest, if you would come with me outside for a moment."} she said, her tone implying more than her words alone could say as she winked back at him.
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 16, 2007 23:37:58 GMT
*Diego raised his eyebrows and smiled slyly.*
"Dopo voi..."
(After you...)
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Post by bloodymary on Feb 16, 2007 23:47:34 GMT
"Certamente." {"Certainly."}
Adrian led him outside the resturant, and into the alleyway next to it. She smiled, took a step closer to him, and pulled out her revolver, jabbing it into his chest. "Spiacente." {"Sorry."}
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 17, 2007 11:16:43 GMT
"Due possono giocare a quel gioco..."
(Two can play at that game...)
*He said pulling a flick knife from his pocket and holding it to her neck.*
"Chi li ha trasmessi?"
(Who sent you?)
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Post by bloodymary on Feb 17, 2007 17:41:51 GMT
Adrian flinched when he pulled out the knife, gritting her teeth as it nicked her flesh. Oh, this bastard was so gonna get it. "La stessa persona che sta andando ucciderla, anche se lo uccidete." {"The same person that is going to kill you, even if you kill me."}
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 17, 2007 20:57:03 GMT
"Gli ho chiesto un nome..."
(I asked you for a name...)
*Diego said, holding the knife closer.*
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Post by bloodymary on Feb 17, 2007 21:23:05 GMT
Adrian grumbled, and held the revolver closer to his chest. "Come circa questo. Gli dico che, allora spararli. Affare?" {"How about this. I tell you, then shoot you. Deal?"}
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 17, 2007 21:28:21 GMT
*Diego smirked.*
"E un bacio sulla guancica?"
(And a kiss on the cheek?)
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Post by bloodymary on Feb 17, 2007 21:32:23 GMT
"No, appena una pallottola. Probabilmente due, realmente. Uno per l'inguine, uno per il collo." {"No, just a bullet. Probably two, actually. One for the groin, one for the neck."}
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Post by Dante Valentino on Feb 17, 2007 21:34:57 GMT
"Fiesty...I like that..."
*He sniggered and drew his face closer, looking Adrian straight in the eyes.*
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Post by bloodymary on Feb 17, 2007 21:39:50 GMT
Adrian cocked back the hammer on her revolver, aimed straight down, and the gun roared over Deigo's foot. A bullethole appeared in the ground right next to it, and she cocked it back again, lifting the gun to his collarbone. "Alright, either you get off right now, I make sure you die horribly, or I start chargin'. You don't want any of those, because I'm expensive and I could totally kick your ass."
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