If you have some crayons and paper at home, I’ll gladly demonstrate. [he gives a cheeky grin.]
[Darren regains his composure before wheezing to catch his breath.] I’m fine.. I just — swallowed wrong.
After running a couple on miles on the track Adrian decided it was time to take a shower and head home to get some of his paperwork from former clients done.
"I have to leave now, are you going to be alright by yourself here?" [asking as he steps down from the gym equipment and getting a towel to remove the sweat he currently had on himself.]
That is a coincidence. She gasps, feigning surprise herself.
You’ll get used to them, I suppose.
I have a feeling I won’t… I wonder how it will look like around the Christmas time.
Anyways, it’s starting to get late now.
Walking towards the light haired tall man, Adrian quickens his footsteps as he notices the man has stolen another wallet from an innocent walker on the street. He stops in a halt to look at his phone when the thief decided to look back as if someone were to follow him. If only he were so lucky that it was the cops following him. The bodyguard had different tactics compared to the police force in this city of crime. Let’s just say, he wasn’t really one to talk much when it came to action and confrontation. Especially during this time of year. Adrian walks across the street his hand reaching towards his face to cover his mouth from the freezing cold that had plagued the city. In front of the loud cars and pedestrians he tries not to get hit by one of the yellow taxis and get a man screaming at him.
Attention was not a necessity during one of these scenarios. The bodyguard’s attention was at the thief… As if Adrian were a hunter and was ready to trap an animal within his grasp in a field of woods. Stopping to buy an I ♥ New York hat, he gives the elderly seller a $20. Keep the change, he tells her putting his hand on hers and smiling. She wishes him a Happy Thanksgiving…. He tries not to flinch, as he can hear a hint of his mother’s voice. Putting on the hat and still keeping track of the other man, who was now crossing the street. Adrian had estimated that the man was going to have to go into an alley before hitting the next two blocks. Following the man into the alley he walks gently on the glass from broken bottles. Taking his Eickhorn knife from his leg and calling out to the other man. [I have a family man! C’mon I’ll even share with you. ] Forcefully pushing the man against the brick hard wall until he grunted. Adrian slashed the man’s long sleeve shirt with his knife and moved the arm into the man’s own face. Showing him the needle marks he was slowly killing himself with. [You call this family?] Knocking down the man in front of him with his own head, Adrian walks away.
The bodyguard walks into the convenience store buying himself a bottle of whiskey. Taking a long drink he shouts into the wind, of his apartments top restricted rooftop. Letting himself loose, he thanks the skies for having friends and family. Matty would love this view….
HeroesRPG AU: Greek Demigods
Poseidon - god of the sea, earth-shaker, and tamer of horses.
Children: Tracy Strauss, Moria Ayres, Samuel Sullivan, Joanne Kelly, and Adrian Caesar.
What a coincidence i am too he feigns a surprise
Except I keep getting distracted by the lights on these large billboards
That’s probably a good idea. I’m Allison, it’s nice to meet you, Adrian. She says as she shakes his hand.
Nice to meet you too. smiling he puts his hands inside the pockets of his jacket
What are you doing out here all alone at night, if I may ask?
Tom had a feeling he’d done the other guy right by not harping on the issue of the woman. First of all, it wasn’t his place to speak on either of their behalfs-both his new friend, and the waitress herself. And second, what made it his business? Only he himself could do that. And, well-it certainly wasn’t his place.
"Its certainly quite a ways." Tom chuckled softly and took another drink of his beer. "Both, though. Business and pleasure. Did she? Whereabouts?"
Surprise came to Tom as well, and his eyebrows shot up while he watched something get slipped into Adrian’s free hand. As Adrain coughed, Tom patted him on the back lightly and glanced around. A few others were staring, and Tom regarded them all with a raised eyebrow and burning stare. “Ref made a bad call. Aren’t you all paying attention to the game?”
He turned to Adrian again and smiled. “Only a couple months? How are you liking it?” He went along, pretending to forget the incident, and offered a hand. “I’m Tom.”
Adrian couldn’t have been more thankful for the man to pass the issue of his trouble with affectionate and confident woman. Also trying to forget of how her hand had lingered on his hand for more than a second.
"She has family in Dublin. I’m actually 1/4th Irish..which you probably don’t care about" he laughs putting the piece of paper in his jacket. Most likely he will end up forgetting about it and wash it accidentally.
"I am enjoying my stay, I’m thinking of staying here for a while. I tend to move from place to place." He wasn’t sure how to thank the other man. Adrian might of have just met a new best friend for all he knew.
"Adrian.. nice to meet you Tom" he says shaking the other mans hand. He noticed that Tom was almost low on his beer. "Another one?.. It’s on me" he asks.
Splash. For a moment, all Virginie heard was the water landing on the balcony tiles. Then the stucco of the ceiling zoomed back into view. How the water would fill the nonapparent cracks, sending them crackling. Fight. They’d been in a fight. Playful challenge, more like, but the adrenaline of hearing the fat rain made it feel like a fight for a prolonged moment during which her eyes shifted from the ceiling to find Adrian’s face. Virginie pieced the memories together within a fraction of a second, and her position with her back on the floor was pretty indicative to begin with. She had lost.
She would have expected Adrian to look gloating, or at least a tad triumphant, but even if she had looked for that sentiment in his features, she probably wouldn’t have found it. What was this, then? Compassion? Not exactly. Not that she’d have deserved it. They were in a business agreement here, after all, and she intended to keep her word, act in her typical professional manner just as he seemed to be doing. The shock waning from her face, Virginie deliberated for a moment on whether to take his hand, she might as well have jumped up herself, but ended up doing so with a neutral expression, ignoring the smile. This really had been an embarrassing performance on her part, after all. “I suppose it is too late for that already but I will do what I can”, she retorted, as she started to dust off her skirt, eyes leaving his face for a moment before she considered herself halfway presentable again.
"So…" A pause that she hoped looked artificial because in reality, it allowed her to compose herself even more. Virginie stepped towards her desk, pulling a black manila envelope with the insignia of the embassy from one of the drawers and ceremoniously pulled out six sheets of paper. Stepping towards Adrian again, she held them out, backed with a clipboard. "I take pride in being one to keep to my word, and in the present circumstances, for you this means that you have a new employer and for me this means that I have a new bodyguard." She produced a fountain pen, holding it out towards Adrian and gesturing at the space for signatures on the paper. If she was honest, she didn’t quite know how to feel about this turn of events, it was a hurtful realization to admit that she did need help, but the rain had seemed to drive it home further. Even so, she did sound a little reluctant when she continued: "What just happened, with the rain…I suppose I have to admit that it is a weakness of mine. I do my best not to let it affect me too much, but at the same time, it probably would not hurt if you looked out for it a little in the future. One never knows, but I suppose I don’t need to tell you that."
Adrian steps aside as Virginie jumps up from the floor with class and grace Adrian does not have. His mother was a dancer, hence the word was. Adrian’s fighting skills however were not delicate; they had intensity. The sense of harshness behind the kicks and the strong force on the jabs, that is Adrian’s style of elegance. Ballet dancers moved across the floor, long legs swiftly going through the flat floor. Adrian’s mother would try to teach him, however Adrian was stubborn and would say that it was for girls only before running away to play with his model airplanes.
Taking a step forward as she goes to retrieve a manila folder, Adrian takes a look outside onto the porch and notices the rain has calmed down. The breeze coming through the backdoor and inside taunted him and whispered to him to put on his jacket. Only small droplets were splashing onto the concrete floor. Taking the papers Virginie has handed him he looks at her from the corner of his eye. Lips going up a bit at the corner of his mouth; Virginie had gotten back her poise or at least looked like she did. Stopping his hand at midair when grabbing the pen from her, he replies with ”I hope you keep your word, I’ve had past assignments that have not worked out due to the lack of communication. But from what I have seen from you, I know that wont be a problem.”
Taking then pen he starts looking over the papers. Their usually around the guidelines he has had to look at almost every job he has had, unless it was a low key or quick job. Flipping over the papers and skimming through them he lowers it down and listens to her speak, raising his eyes to meet her unsure ones. “I’m.. I’m scared of suffocating. I have tried getting past it, but we both know it is not an easy thing. But it is what makes us human…. the phobia and feeling of us getting hurt by what scares us the most.”
Adrian signs all the papers with a quick slash of the pen on the paper. Adrian L. Ceasar. “You have all my contact information, let me know when I officially start. Besides that, I think it is convenient if I check the weather everyday from now on”
Adrians fear of suffocation originated around the age of 4, when he thought it was fun to play with plastic bags from the grocery.