Pain: ⓸ - Breaks into cold sweat but otherwise not visibly pained | Mood: Pitying, "I just want to go home" | Company: None | Previous Location: Hospital
Items at hand:
Sleeves
Paper Pens Wallet Empty bamboo steamers
Handheld
Shizhong the Spear, pointy end wrapped in cloth to not look like a blade and to prevent unfortunate accidents involving pointy objects
Hanging on Spear
baskets where she has two bamboo steamers with left over baozi
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After having finished her shifts in the hospital, she was on her way home. Flying atop her spear, she sped along the lane, flying just about three feet above the ground. One basket hanging near the blade of the spear and another basket behind her, she sat comfortably while keeping a hand on each basket handle to keep them from falling off. The motorcyclist in front of her didn't seem to drive very safely- probably a new rider, given how they seemed to swerve wildly to keep themselves on balance in a rather unsafe manner without slowing down. There didn't seem to be enough space in front of the motorist- or at least not without flying too high that she has to follow drone flying rules, there was a relatively large truck in front of the motorist in front of her- so she decided against overtaking them. It was a good decision on her end as immediately after, the light went red and the one in front of her had decided at the worst possible time to overtake the truck in front of them. The unfortunate youth gets thrown off balance and from the force and momentum, flies into the intersection, right into the back of an unfortunate driver's side of a passing vehicle, breaking the youth's neck, visibly denting both the back of the youth's skull and the juncture of the car where the roof is connected to the door then getting flipped onto the roof of the car.
Selfishly, she is grateful that she is no longer on shift in the hospital, this accident is almost certainly going to kill the kid and if they even survive, there's a pretty big chance they get paralyzed from neck down and almost certainly incurred brain damage. This is a mess. That being said, she came from a time period when the Chinese were much more accepting of violence (well they still were, but it had mellowed down) with concepts like revenge cannibalism, human sacrifice, castrating people before accepting them into their order and the idea that a rich fat aristocrat's corpse would render like lard for a week when their corpse was being burned if the wick was placed at the navel, so this wasn't the kind of mess to even warrant her even batting an eyelid.
People rush to get help- really one of the positive aspects of being in Western society. Someone calls for an ambulance. Someone else asks for a doctor. She outs herself as one as she pulls her spear and baskets into her sleeves. She checks for vitals. No point trying to fix someone already dead. There was a tiny remnant of a pulse, but it was weak. She does her job until the ambulance arrives, just good enough to stave off death until they reach the hospital, probably- especially with the nature of the injury, her lack of equipment and the location. She could've probably used her boundary manipulation ability to reconnect a small portion of the nerve and bone in the spine and maybe a few blood vessels in that area to keep them from bleeding to death, but she had neither time nor material to make the necessary talismans to do it. She just wanted to go home. She'll probably have to help with the patient tomorrow, but now she'd already signed off so after giving her statement to the police she starts walking home. After all, today is her daughter's second hundredth death anniversary, after all. She just wants to go home and burn some incense and maybe some paper money.
Things that only matter when in a fight or when casting lots of spells at once
Concentration ( # of things being concentrated on )
(prep/sustain)What boundary am I playing with?(boundary between what/and what?) - effect - duration (sustain)Sleeves(Inside/Outside) - storage - 2/- (sustain) - spear flying - 1/1
Causes of Pain and appropriate pain modifiers log:
>Cause of Pain - Modifier Added - Stacking if applicable >the usual headache - +1 - x1 >Storage sustain spell - +1 - x2 (had to increase the contents inside it greatly) >spear flying sustain - +1 - x1 -------------------------------------- Total: 4 (must be equal to the pain rating at the top of the post)
╔══════════════╗ `•Tyvinda ❝ K o a i l ❞ Evenstar•´ ✠ » Your dangerous mind... « ╚══════════════╝
〖M O O D〗 Calm and focused yet somewhat bored. 〖C O M P A N Y〗 N/A 〖T H O U G H T S〗 Humanoid housing is still so weird to me. Their currency is too. Oh well. Let’s see where I was in that song. It went something like... this? Forget it. I’ll just play whatever comes to mind. 〖M Y C U R R E N T S O N G〗Ghost Love Score by Nightwish 〖O O C〗 To Whom It May Concern...
xxxxxAfter practically skipping down the streets of what was to be his temporarily permanent dwellings, a contradictory way to put down a label, nothing really seemed to catch his attention. Some may call it nice, decent, or something along the lines of being cramped, but to him it was merely a bunch of blah slapped onto a piece of land not truly belonging to man. His adventures had somehow ended up in uptown Soleil where he probably didn’t actually fit in. Then again, he’d never really felt like he’d truly belonged anywhere.
xxxxxThe tales he’d heard about this island, however, had captured his fascination. It was only upon being here that he actually got wind of this magical island indeed having a lovers trial in order to so much as see this mysterious fruit. That irritated him to some extent, but he wasn’t going to hold a grudge over it. He’d just have to wait until that specific day in which he would find that one person he was meant to be with for the rest of his life... or theirs at the very least. This was mortal soil after all, and everything born here would eventually die from natural means if not for the intervention of outside forces. He, however, was not from these lands.
xxxxxBrushing a hair behind his ear, he looked around to see what all was happening around him. This quickly turned into removing his guitar case from over his shoulders and setting it on the ground in front of him. As chilly as it was to him at the moment, outdoors was still more comfortable than indoors. It must have been his fey blood that made these buildings uncomfortable for him alongside how he avoided buildings unless absolutely necessary.
xxxxxGrowing a little irritated after playing out the chords of a song with the last few notes changing often in an indecisive manner. He was stuck in this melody, but had no real inspiration to pick back up on it. For now, it’d just have to be an incomplete song awaiting the day it’d find its way to mankind. At the moment, he was going to simply play out some kind of acoustic version of another song currently playing in his head. No matter if others were around or not, he was going to play his music. It seemed to be the only real constant going on in his life from his homelands to this very day in these mortal realms.
John furrowed his brows as ran passed through some panicing citizens. They were running from the series of gunshots now happening which helped him trace where the exact location was. And shot after shot, his distance grew closer. "I hope they didn't screw it up--"
After a few more blocks, his sprint then shifts into a descending jog until his steps halted before taking a peak to a corner. His eyes were sharp this time. His alertness and awareness of his surroundings were focused on this alley. And by the very moment when he heard some rushing steps and mumbles, John quickly approached the men in the attempt to block their way out to the streets.
"What the hell..!? .. Get out of the way blondie!" the other goon said. There were three of them. And the attempt to escape along with a bag sachel of money and a suitcase that was filled with medicine that was not approved by the law. "U-Uhh.. Th-that's King..!!. t-the leader of the Blacklist..!!" ..the other one said with a tone of fear and hesitation. "Heh.. looks like we hit the jackpot-- we take the money and the drugs.. plus we get to kill this rich son of a bitc--*BANG!*--GGaAaAaggghh!!!" the third man screamed and fell to the ground as he was screaming in pain from being shot on the shin. When the other two had the time to react-- John quickly disarmed the first guy, before side-kicking the second man on the diaphragm. --- "Ghhg!!-- D..Dammit.."
Clutching the collars of the first goon, John slammed him against the concrete wall, and pinning him. "--I knew it.. z'you three cannot be trusted.. . and since zhe three of z'you were declared as members.. I bet you know what are zhe consequences from this foolish act." .. . "F*ck yo--"*SMACK!* with a quick reflex, he knocked the man out with a good hit on the jaw, using his elbow. And the goon would drop to the ground, now unconscious. ---
John looked down at the three as he shook his head. "What a shame-- unprofessional.. If only I don't still give a damn, I could've just killed you all. --But that wouldn't be fun.." With a pistol on his hand, he let out a silent sigh. Seconds later, his brows furrowed like he had this feeling that he forgot something--- "Oh no.. I left her back at zhat restaurant--!! he mumbled, but when John turned around he saw Vitessa-- the alley was dark, but he can still see her face and frame. And he was sure that it was her-- cuz of that angry tone of her voice.
But as he was about to talk to her, a gunshot was heard. *BANG!* it was from the second goon he kicked on the stomach, who still had the strength to get up and managed to shoot--- but he missed. He didn't hit John. The man then attempted to keep shooting as his finger keeps spamming the trigger. But instead of hearing gunshots, it was all-- *-click.. *-click.. *--click the fool was out of ammo and didn't even count his shots to keep in mind the bullets inside the magazine. --amateur..
So with his gun still on his hand, he turned side-ways with some angle and pointed his pistol at the fool. "--Big mistake..." and yes, he shot the man on the forehead which painted a part of the wall with red. The bullet did miss John, but little that he knows that the projectile grazed the woman who still has a place in his heart ------
tab tab tab tabtabtab ██████████████ ๑ ۞ ๑ ۞ ๑ ██████████████ Lady luck was not on her side today. First her personal assistant, Beverly, notified her that a client wanted to push payments past agreed upon terms. Second, she stumbled into her ex in Taste of Italy. Third, said ex ran towards the sound of gunfire…and instead of following her better judgement of walking away, she was doing the exact opposite of that gut intuition.
Vitessa sprinted around crowds, corners and cars to keep up with John’s pace. Thankfully she didn’t mind late night exercise and wasn’t wearing high heels. As soon as she noticed him slowing down, she also decreased her pace to maintain the distance, curious and cautious. However, when she heard yelling, she drew closer in time to hear one of the goons identify her ex as…
…King. Kingpin? The Blacklist? ’ You got to be f*cking kidding me, ‘ Vitessa growled in her mind. She had experience working with multiple underground organizations, creating blueprints and overseeing the construction of secret vaults, panic rooms, safe houses etc. One such group was the Blacklist…however, she never had the pleasure of meeting the King face to face so - - *BANG!*
Vitessa had been so lost in thought she hadn’t noticed the gun being pointed in John’s direction, no, her direction. ”Sh*t! Auggghhh… Her flesh burned, pain receptors ignited in waves around her body. Her arm throbbed and her head felt dizzy. Vitessa instinctively grabbed her arm with her free hand, applying pressure to the wound. As far as she could tell from the dark, it seemed like the bullet only grazed her and would only require minor stitches.
She drew in deep breaths, inhaling five seconds and breathing out eight seconds in an attempt to calm her heart rate. Vitessa dropped to the ground behind a dumpster for shelter. She knew she had to get her body in check the way Beverly taught her. There were more shots fired but she had her eyes closed, trying to focus on relaxing her body and maintaining pressure. If she had her motorcycle she would’ve taken herself back home to Beverly…or attempted to. She could call a taxi but she still had questions for this man.
”- -Big mistake…”*BANG!* Vitessa opened her eyes in time to see John finished off the last man. Shadowy figures littered the cement.
Vitessa slowly walked towards John, her heavy steps could be heard echoing around the alley.”…Mind giving me a ride home? Or is the King still busy ruling his subjects?” Vitessa laughed dryly, still clutching her bleeding arm.
After finishing her workout routine, Elizota hit the showers and changed back into her street clothes. She wanted to explore the city some more today before the day was out. As she was leaving the gym and walking down the street, it seemed that some sort of panic was occurring on the streets. Growing up in Zion this wasn't something too unfamiliar for Elizota. Terror was something of common place in the dreary city she had left behind. However, she was more curious of WHAT was causing the terror. Call it old habits.
So instead of running away, she decided to push forward and move TOWARD the chaos. As she got closer she heard the familiar sound of gunfire and the metallic scent of blood and death. Where most would be horrified--she seemed to be quite used to such scenes. As she got closer she was surprised to see a familiar face in this new city!
Her eyes widened as she stopped in her tracks and just stared. She was about 30 feet away, but could still see what was happening clear as day. She stopped not at the gore but at HIM. John Castle. Her jaw opened slightly in shock and her glasses slid haphazardly down the bridge of her nose as she looked on. No. No no no! She had left Zion city specifically to get away from her past and her old memories. John Castle wasn't unfamiliar to her--he had been an acquaintance of Mason's. Eli may not have had any direct contact with the man but--
Her face paled and she felt like her legs might give out from underneath her. Frozen on the spot as if in a trance she probably looked like a creepy onlooker, but she didn't care. Part of her wanted to attack John herself but the other part--just wanted to run away from the memories the sight of his face brought her.
Realizing she was gawking, she finally gathered herself as she let her slack jaw tighten and adjusted her glasses. The gunfire seemed to have calmed down at least--so why not just continue on. He surely didn't know who she was anyways. She forced herself to move forward closer to the imposing man and teh shaken woman he seemed to be with.
And just like that-- all it takes is just a snap of a finger to face death. People tend to get too ambitious yet they do not realize how fragile life is. The man he shot on the forehead just dropped to its knees and would lean against the blooded wall. He watched as the body grew lifeless before shifting his attention back to Vitessa again.
”…Mind giving me a ride home? Or is the King still busy ruling his subjects?” -- His brows furrowed seeing her shaking to her knees. Vitessa! with no hesitation, he approached her to check up on the wound. Gladly, it was just a scratch. But from the looks of it, John knows how painfully annoying it is. Like every first degree wounds, the pain will keep bugging you. --
"Here.. Allow me..." he said with a gentle tone, placing her against the wall, allowing her back to rest as tends to her wound. He looked deeply into her eyes, focused like he was staring directly at her soul as he began to unbuckle his belt. 'Forgive me for running from our conversation---' he added before grabbing a handkerchief and eyes were still locked into hers. Though, it was not a kissing distance-- but Vitessa could see his face clearly despite the low lighting of the alley.
His eyes would then shift to her wounded arm, 'hold still-- he said as he was placing the clean cloth before using his belt to strap it up, making makeshift bandage. Though it may not be that deep yet it needs some stitching to close the wound. 'You shouldn't have followed me back here.. Good thing it's just a graze--' Saying those words were ironic, in which he didn't think of. The man could've killed him as well. Yet, if you plan to even kill the kingpin, you better kill him for good and not just some lousy shot as the goon did.
He took a moment to see her face this close once again. And he was tempted to even cup her face since his feelings for her started to spark again. How years have passed, not seeing her sky glazed eyes, her sweet and loving voice, that natural aroma of her skin, that loving scent, her hug-- her kiss. If only he had permission to kiss her right now. But it's pretty obvious that she will not allow it. So instead of doing such a cheesy action, he just took his time to her fully scan her face once again. His eyes would look into her eyes and would shift down to every detail of her face till it pans down to the figure of her lips. But with all that nostalgia, his brows curled like he was about to frown again. It was indeed painful to recall how much he used to long for her and how helpless he was to even do something about their situation.
John perked and his attention was diverted when he heard footsteps that were coming from the streets, it was a woman. He wanted to point a gun at her, but something was telling him that he possibly know the woman. That face, those glasses, and her stature. Yet upon recalling the familiarities, he stood in-between Eli and Vitessa, in an attempt to protect Vitessa while partly raising his gun, using both of his hands now. John always keeps a low profile when it comes to the public eye, but from the people who work in the shadows like him, he pretty much stands out due to the reputation he brings when it comes to the contraband trades. What makes John scary is not from him alone, but also from his members who are loyal to him. And they are not the type of people to be messed with.
---At this point, John was not sure on what to say to this young maiden. She might be the person whom he recognizes but she may be also an enemy of the Blacklist. "Don't move any closer--' he uttered, addressing to the woman without missing his Russian accent and tone.
But before anything else would follow-- Blacklist members began to run from the other direction of the alley, while two black vans quickly halted near the alley they were at. The Blacklist members who were on foot were in the attempt to chase the three boneheads while the vans attempted to corner but they were too late. John already killed one, crippled one, and knocked the other one from his senses.
'Boss!?? --- the other one said out loud in surprise seeing their leader took the job for them. John would shift his eyes the rest of the members before he nodded, indicating a signal of command to them. "Clean zhis mess--.. and with a split second, the men began to move and dragged the bodies to the van. "And take her as well.. --Be gentle .. she's wounded." he said to his men while motioning his hand to Vitessa. And the men would escort Vitessa to the van, making sure she has a good seat once she gets there.
But for Eli-- John just looked at her, keeping a safe distance. And since John was not giving a hint of action for the men to do with her, the kept their distance as they pointed their guns at her. '--Remove zhat thing on her head.." and with a swift response, one of the Blacklist members took the beanie hat that she was wearing. This fully revealed her hair and the rest of the facial features she had. 'She's cute but her beauty is not his type.'Hmm..just as I thought..--v'what are you doing here.. aren't z'you one of Mason's ..?" John was serious about his question. He did recall the time where this lady is always glued near Mason. His business relationship with Mason was alright, but it was until he stopped since he had reports of abuses between the two criminal organizations. He had no choice but to keep his distance and lessen the Blacklist activity of Zion City, in which he believes where this woman comes from.
"If I remember correctly, z'your name is Eli-- v'what's your business here.. ?" and from that question, he furrowed his brows. He knows that Mason's company was a force that needs to be avoided. Not that he was afraid of the manpower, but for the sake of good connections, there will be times that 'pride' needs to step down and be swallowed.
Though he finds it strange how she traveled all the way here from Zion City. But he can't blame her. That city was indeed a hellhole. It is full of monsters that would pop-out in every dark corner, especially at night time. --which was a pain for business. Good for making more money maybe, but bad for the men and women of the Blacklist. -----------
WHERE: Streets, then in a partly dark alley. ━━━━━━━━━━━━ WITH: Vitessa and Eli ━━━━━━━━━━━━ STATUS/THOUGHTS: Fine-ish
xoReina
Porcelain_Nitemare
Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2020 12:10 pm
tab tab tab tabtabtab ██████████████ ๑ ۞ ๑ ۞ ๑ ██████████████ From a young age she hated the sight of guns, not only was her father a General within Peru’s military but he also was an ammunition and arms enthusiast who collected them like candy. He offered to teach all his children how to shoot a gun but Vitesse was the only one to refuse, preferring not to wield it.
Sure, she was an accomplished archer and perhaps that could be used to harm someone but in this day and age it wasn’t exactly easily accessible or something to just carry around. Archery was her way of escaping reality, a recreational activity for entertainment. However, even her personal assistant, Beverly, insisted Vitessa learn sooner or later, especially given her profession.
John’s hands guided her against a wall, giving her time to rest her back on it and gather her energy. She could still feel her body trembling from shock. Slowly she raised her gaze upwards to meet John’s piercing blue eyes. ”…Thanks,” she whispered under her breath then smirked, ”…It’s okay, seems like the Kingpin had more important business to take care of…” He had stepped closer, unbuckling his belt. Vitessa wanted to make a lewd joke about the last time she had seen him take off his belt but held her tongue. Now wasn’t the right time for reminiscing on a distant past that didn’t quite matter anymore.
Using a handkerchief and his belt, he used the cloth to cover her wound and the belt to maintain the pressure. ”You shouldn't have followed me back here.. Good thing it's just a graze--” She sighed, avoiding his gaze by turning her head away. How was she supposed to predict how terrible a shot that guy was? Why..why follow him here against her better judgement? Years apart and she was literally chasing him again. D*mnit.
”Yeah. Well. I wasn’t done talking to you. And you were running towards gunfire like an idiot so…” Her voice faded, refusing to finish her own sentence. Instead, she turned her head back towards him and met his gaze only to realize he still had his eyes on her. Her lips parted again to speak but her body stilled upon hearing footsteps drawing closer. A younger, petite woman approached them. Her jaw was slightly open and her eyes widened behind the frames of her glasses. Was it because of the dead bodies on the ground? That’s what Vitessa assumed but for some reason the woman’s gaze was upon John.
”Heya, this isn’t exactly a safe place at the moment…” Vitessa faced the woman, hoping to reassure the younger looking female to turn around instead of being caught up in this bloody mess. However, John threatened the stranger, clearly more cautious and suspicious, ”Don’t move any closer—“.
”Boss?!” Armed men and two black vans also invaded their vicinity. She quietly watched as he ordered them around, they dragged the bodies into a van. He then motioned for Vitessa to follow his men into a van. ”Yes your highness,” she joked dryly. Before she entered the van, she took one last curious glance over at the petite woman with the beanie hat then stepped into the vehicle.
One of the Blacklist members began to inspect her arm, making sure the belt was tight enough and that there weren’t any other wounds on her. It was at that very moment that his eyebrows furrowed in deep contemplation only for him to gasp out, ”Miss VJ? Ah- -we spoke a few weeks ago about that safe house that we needed to be built- -” The other men within the van turned to look at her, recognizing her as one of their associates within the black market. Vitessa blinked in surprise, recognizing the voice and taking in his facial features.
”Mr. Gregory? Oh- oh wow! Hahaha small world huh… Right, I’m almost finished with those blueprints, I plan on making some finishing touches to it by the end of this week…Uhm,” she looked down at her arm, trying to decide whether or not she should lie to them about why she was there or…
…well, John had a reputation to uphold as the King of the Blacklist. She had to keep things professional. ”I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and your Boss made sure I was okay…” She gestured to the belt and handkerchief, praying they wouldn’t ask any questions. It still stung but at least the intensity of her pain had somewhat lessened.
As she moved closer she was positive it was the John she knew from Zion. He'd been an acquaintance of Mason's though a cautious one. When s**t got to heavy, it seemed John had bailed and left Zion. A coward move in Elizota's mind...though at the same time hadn't she done something similar? She frowned slightly at that thought. He spoke out and ordered her to stay where she was. She only scoffed slightly and took a few more steps forward before stopping.
As one of the Blacklist men reached for her hat, her hand shifted and she was ready to attack, but she calmed herself and let the man lift her hat from her head. Her hair fell loose now as she stared John down. A look of recognition came to his face--so he did recognize her as well. Her thoughts were confirmed as he spoke of Mason.
one of Mason's
The words echoed in her mind and she only frowned deeper. "I don't work for Mason anymore." She said calmly, her gaze never leaving John's, "I'm here just trying to live a new life. It seems so are you--though old habits die hard, I see." Her gaze shifted only slightly to the sight of the dead bodies being cleaned by his men. Though not her first choice--the fact that John WAS here and clearly still up to his usual business meant an opportunity for work. Eli needed to find something and it was hard to find other outlets when she had only known one job type for so long.
"If I remember correctly, z'your name is Eli--"
"And you are John Castle."
"v'what's your business here.. ?"
"It seems I'm just passing through. I was leaving the gym and happened to hear the commotion you seem to be stirring up. So my curiosity got the better of me and I came to investigate. Then to my surprise I come to see none other than the John Castle. What business could you have here?"
Bold words, perhaps, but Elizota wasn't afraid of dying. Living in Zion death was a constant. Besides, it wouldn't harm to size up John herself since she never did get a chance to meet the man in person. Should things go south well--then it seemed Death was going to simply claim her today unlike so many other opportunities in the past.
John's posture is now in a relaxed state. It was already enough to see Vitessa being escorted to one of the vans for him to feel secure. For Eli however, he still doesn't trust her. Though he does recognize her, yet he never saw how she fights, what weapon does she use, and how clever and versatile she is. For some... she may not look like threatening. Petite frame-- But for John, size is everything. And when it comes to body types, each form has its plus and minuses. Big and strong yet slow-- Small yet dangerously agile. He never judges anyone straight out just by their physical appearances. That's why he is always prepared for whatever form of sh*t situation he faces.
'Bold--- .. I like that.' he uttered after hearing her question on what was he doing in this city. It was actually a fair question really, for normal people that is. When John gets asked by any stranger, he usually kills them on the spot. 'It's better to strike first' Yet from the sound of how Eli talked about her reasons to be in this city. She may even have some potential as well to be an asset. --YET STILL... John doesn't trust her yet, for now. --but be mindful of your v'words.. Zhis is not zhe place to discuss of such a topic." he added as he kept his eyes towards her.
..--But if you really seek a new life here in zhis city. I v'would advise for z'you to stay away from me.. --tiz' too dangerous.. However-- a brave v'woman like you wouldn't even mind upon look Death straight in zhe eyes..' John was never the type of a really talkative type of mobsters to the point where they accidentally spill very important information. Also, he was referring to her situation right now. She is technically a witness from this scene. And the men that surrounded Eli prepared their guns, waiting for John signal to kill her.
But since Eli was a familiar face, he gave the signal to lower their weapons with just a silent nod. Plus, she said that she wanted a new life so respects that. "Eli.. take zhis.. .tiz' one of my business numbers-- call that number and v'we will set a schedule to continue our chat--- .. I'm afraid our a little talk will end here... --Now.. . if v'you excuse me, I v'will take my leave.. John handed a small platinum card with only a number engraved to it.
John would then walk passed by Eli, though he still has his gun on his hand-- but he made sure he doesn't want to cause accidents if ever Eli would attempt to attack him. And after passing by, the men would then follow him as he makes their way to their parked vehicles. "Oh and-- have a wonderful evening-- Miss Eli" a small smile form on his lips as he paused, looking at the night sky before entering the vehicle.
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And by the moment when John settled himself and sat right next to Vitessa. He looked at the road at first before shifting his gaze towards her. He checked at the makeshift bandage as his brows furrowed. Letting out a sigh, his eyes then slowly panned towards her face. 'V'where is your house.. ?' he asked her in a serious tone with that determined look in his eyes. Not to look fierce, but he was worried about her.
"Revko.. take us zhere-- hurry.." he addressed to the driver, and the vehicle would now drive away--- heading to the Lumiere Housing District
Bold? Elizota raised an eyebrow faintly as she waited for an actual answer to her question. Perhaps it was bold of her, but again--she didn't care. She came here to start over. Bygones be bygones. When he spoke of this not being a place to discuss topics she sighed faintly. So, he still was up to his old ways. Oddly enough, that was almost a comfort in some ways. Some air of familiarity in an unfamiliar place. When he mentioned that it was dangerous to 'be around him' Elizota actually scoffed slightly.
"You've lived in Zion. Ever since the day I was born, I looked death in the eye each day I woke up in that forsaken city." She narrowed her gaze at him a bit frowning. She really was itching to slap the man, but was unsure entirely where that urge stemmed from. John gave a signal and the men around lowered their weapons. Oh fun. She took a step toward the nearest one and easily snatched her beanie back from him as she adjusted it back on her head.
John was so kind as to give her a card to contact him if she so deemed. She took the object as it would be disrespectful not to, but she didn't bother to look at it. He walked past her as she turned slightly to watch him go, "I'll have to see what good I can salvage after this, Mr. Castle" she said with a frown watching as John and his entourage left.
She waited until the vehicle and the men were gone before she sighed and looked down finally at the card. She slipped it away among her things and shoved her hands into her pockets. Her mood was now sour from the encounter as she debated on her next move.
Koko had mentioned something about clubs in the area, was it downtown? That would mean bars as well, right? Maybe a drink would calm her nerves. No matter, she needed a walk anyways. So she continued on her way pushing the thoughts and memory of John Castle out of her mind.
Per usual, Elizota had awoken early, gone about her typical morning routine, checked in on Miguel and Tulio, and made some breakfast. Grabbing her gym bag and her purse, she had headed from her apartment in Etoile District as the morning sun was trying to peek through the clouds. It was a bit overcast and chilly today, but nothing she wasn't used to. Picking up her pace a bit, she had made the walk from her apartment to uptown Solieil on her way to Fiddle's Gym.
Even though it was a new day, her mind still reflected on the events of yesterday. Meeting Koko had been nice, but running into John Castle had not been on the list of things she'd hoped to happen while here trying to start new. It had stirred up emotions she'd rather bury deep down and forget. Still--he had offered her, in a sense, a chance for work. She had left Zion to get away from such work, but work was money and this was familiar work for her more than likely. Easy cash.
Elizota bit her lower lip lightly as she mulled over these thoughts. She would have to find a job eventually, or a means to make money. She only had so much in her savings and that wasn't going to tide her over forever. Not that she couldn't get by on barely anything, but she HAD grown slightly accustomed to a certain quality of life over the years. The thought of going back to living on the streets--was not appealing. Her brows furrowed slightly as she walked, not paying attention to where she was really going.
