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[There's a slight wind to give signs that colder weather was going to hit the city at some point but otherwise the chill didn't faze many much with the sun pouring down rays without any resistance from white wisps streaking across blue. Another busy work day for most people as they packed the sidewalks in order to accomplish whatever the day asked of them to do, some of them heading off towards lunch break even as the afternoon brought along ease in traffic after the rushing around or rather dead still in the morning commutes that always came like clockwork. The towering skyscrapers piercing above while scattered about were busy shops and apartment complexes ranging to the higher end of the spectrum, fortunate for several residents of them being close to where they worked usually.
However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.
To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.
Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.
James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.
He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]
However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.
To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.
Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.
James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.
He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]
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Date: 2016-03-07 01:16 pm (UTC)From:[His free hand is placed on the table and flexes it when he gets the desire to take the other man's hand. He wanted to believe that this was an good-natured as much as a possible thing.
It can't be like the last one. Please don't be like her.]
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Date: 2016-03-08 10:10 am (UTC)From:[He's grinning softly though, a little humble and a little shy, because this has gone in such a direction that he hadn't thought of. Staring down at his hands, he looks up almost shyly, a hint of hope in his tone.]
Think you'd be up to dinner this week? Say...in the next few days?
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Date: 2016-03-08 11:51 am (UTC)From:[What exactly was he thinking? To be fair was he even thinking at all? This was a blacklister and he was a reaper. Those two things do not mix like this, they don't date.
But he didn't care right now. Instead he's offering his had and a small smile of his own.]
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Date: 2016-03-24 07:18 am (UTC)From:[this went so much better than expected, and he's grinning when he reaches over.to take the reapers hand.]
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Date: 2016-03-24 08:08 am (UTC)From:[And oh that's certainly a thing. He half expected to be met with nothing when it came to the gesture. A shot in the dark.
However he winds his fingers around the other's hand ever so slightly and rubs soft circles with his thumb briefly. That was all the assurance he needed right now. Things would be different this time.]
I could show you more of the city if you'd like.
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Date: 2016-03-24 08:32 pm (UTC)From:[It's quiet, tentatively affectionate teasing though, and the feeling of fingers entwined with his prompts a slow, creeping grin.]
I'd like that though, yeah?
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Date: 2016-03-24 08:42 pm (UTC)From:[Gentle teasing that he certainly wasn't expecting at the start of his day. He finishes off his coffee and gets up, keeping his hand.]
I'll show you around the area I live in. Not too far from here.
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Date: 2016-03-25 05:37 pm (UTC)From:[Alright, that was perhaps the cheesiest thing he's done in a while, but he's not going to question it at all. Instead, he makes a move to follow the reaper, still grinning all the way.]
Awesome.
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Date: 2016-03-25 08:40 pm (UTC)From:[He sort of falters at the end there because being asked to dinner twice? Not expected so soon. Still he's lacing his fingers with the dullahan's and guiding them back out onto the street.]
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Date: 2016-03-31 09:23 pm (UTC)From:[It's half a joke, half the truth, but it comes with a grin and a squeeze of the reaper's hand.]
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Date: 2016-03-31 10:00 pm (UTC)From:[Small jab at himself but it was a usual occurrence honestly. A small smile returned at the grin while he thinks.]
An actual dinner. I don't think you need to see the mess of my home yet.
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Date: 2016-04-03 04:31 pm (UTC)From:[Oh man, he has a date though. An actual date. How long has it been since that's been a thing? Really, far out of memory. Maybe a few decades ago? Normally he isn't one to really stick around, but this...this feels like it's worth it.]
Hey, hey, I'm a gentleman. First date and all.
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Date: 2016-04-03 08:29 pm (UTC)From:[Still joking at his expense but honestly it was nothing to worry himself over and thinks nothing of it. Besides he was still guarded in some regards. If this proved to be anything but an actual date, then he was gone.]
Respectable, I'll give you that. Gentleman though? Have to wait and see.
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Date: 2016-04-04 04:53 am (UTC)From:[Because he really does like this reaper, and that's saying quite a bit. The man's a welcome change from all the harsh looks and derisive comments that he's used to. Well, and he's attractive and nice and- well shit alright he kind of has it bad.]
Totally a gentleman, I promise.
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Date: 2016-04-04 11:25 am (UTC)From:[It was still quite the thought to process, all of this. His hand laced with Liam's, a blacklister. ...no. More than that. A so far proud yet dorky idiot that fumbled over his words sometimes and didn't judge him for their differences.]
Prove it.
[He winds up taking him along all of the various shops that lined the familiar streets, rambling off facts and what was good or what to avoid. Not everyday that he can show someone around. Besides he wanted to be helpful other than rattling off small details of his job.
His hand never budges throughout the tour. Always holding the dullahan's and maybe pulling him close to avoid others walking around. Hiding the small pleased smile that popped up.
A second chance. He'll prove Ryder wrong.]