Post by Alex Vipond on Aug 10, 2015 14:02:36 GMT -8
Pupilli Snake: Outfront pulled the large matte black truck. A sigh escaped her lips and off she turned the engine. Jumping out of the truck wearing black slacks and a white button up. It was untucked and Zero looked rather unruly. Tired even. What she had been doing wasn't the usual. No killing or any of that. Shoulder holsters were completely empty. Odd for Zero to be unarmed, but she was for once. One hand pulled the cigarette from her lips exhaling smoke buldging into the air while other ran through messy locks slightly grungy from the humidity of the air around her. Nothing out of sorts with her colouring. Still pale, but admirably so with the light hue of a beautifully snow white skin. Tidal waves of deep azure plumiting over the scenary to come crashing upon the door moving a hand out in its wake to jerk open the door and step inside. Dusting of ash off each shoulder and replacement of the cigarette between her bright red painted lips. Slow wandering stride over to a stool not venturing too far due to lack of wonderlust of those shiny loafer covered feet of hers. Glance about the backside of the bar wondering who was working tonight. Didn't see Leland so would assume it was going to be one of the other random rubes. Drumming of fingers on countertop. Pinch and pull of fag from her lips exhausting its flame upon the bottom of a well worn ash tray. Final bellow of smoke rolling out her nostrils and would give the tender a moment's brevity before assaulting his ears with the order from her commaning vocals.
void of code: If she could bash Bastians face in, she would with no second thought. Seattle, really? Her missions or "Assignments" were starting to sound like baby sitting and it was really starting to get under her skin. However, this certain kind of "assignment" left Becca a little more interested about whatever the fuck Zero was really doing...more so than normal. Not that she'd actually seen the new she beast around, more so mainly words and her name floating around. Mind you, the girl could freakin' move. Texas, up state and still north into Seattle. Finding Zero was easier said then done however and keeping up with her was even worse. Becca pulled off on the side of the road just as her "assignment" strutted her cute little ass right into a bar. Drifters it is. The white Dodge Durango parked and with a quick check to make sure she was safe to leave her car exactly where it was instead of in the parking lot, she'd then shut the engine off. Now came the next decision... follow her like she was asked (not told) to do, or actually go inside and make her presense known. Ice blues focused on the front door like she could some how see through the damned building, but nope... no amazing Marvel Super power like that. Nose wrinkled instantly. Bastian might actually make fun of her, something about not acting like a little pussy child or something like that. Well that was... Becca talking for Bastian. More then likely the big lug wouldn't say something along those lines. Keys shoved into the front pocket of her dark brown leather jacket, same as her phone in the other before slipping from her vehicle and making the treck towards the front door. The nice familiar feel of steel against her rib cages, hidden under her jacket, right in their holsters, over a dark forest gree long sleve t-shirt that covered her from neck line to waist. Light blue jeans hugged her long athletic legs, as well as the nearly knee high boots that concealed two standard combat knives. Oh yea, did I mention Becca always carried her weapons? Oh good. Long locks of dark brown wavey hair left down and pulled over her right shoulder. Seattle was nice and cool, well cooler then Texas. Was WAY better when it came to having to constantly be covered in clothing some how. A little less make up, because of the humidity, she wore simple tans of eye shadow and mascara. Up to the door walked Becca and with a tug, she walked in head held high. –d
Pupilli Snake: What was that smell!? Sniff. Nostrils flared and head turned over towards the woman who had just entered the bar. She looked familiar. Zero's mind assaulted with a series of smells. A series of sensual visuals. Then in the end a lovely sweet taste that barked at the tip of her tongue and along those lips. Memory was a hell of a thing. Tongue lashed out upon the lush reds to savor that mental flavor much like she'd done over half a decade ago. There was no missing Zero's gaze The stabbing look from Zero as dangerous as thrown daggers and far more noticable. So long as you aren't half mentally daft you could feel it even as a human. " . . . Fuck." Muttering roll off her lips of lazily pressed through words. Swiveled her vision back to whomever was behind the bar. Patience was gone. Knuckles knocked upon the counter tackling his attention and waving him over with plucky twist of digits curling in Zero's direction. Inclination to order the strongest possible thing on her mind, but didn't want to get her sense in a tiff this early in the day. Wanted to savor this for at least another hour or two. "Tequila. Middle shelf. Lulled proof. Four fingers worth over ice." That should be enough to fill up a good sized tumbler. Scritching of nails lightly across snowy check. The music was either low or off which was good. Twisting of the knife from a headache brewing. Best to confront the fears of her own mind when it comes to Isis. That was her name wasn't it? Zero had many female lovers over the years. Less lovers and more outputs of passion to serenade the reverie of her own feral desires to feel good and make others feel good. Isis? Zero was never sure where that would go. Emotions involved between the two had Zero backing off. Especially with the advent of Trey entering the picture. Good ol' never having sex with Zero Trey. Throat cleared. Forced out her words. "Isis." Just the single word greeting. If one word had ever painted a picture it was this word. Tone landscaped the masterpiece of Zero's feelings. Regret. Desire. Longing. Even a small tinge of the fear. Fear for the possible reaction of Isis with Zero unarmed. For once, Zero felt slightly vulnerable. Odd feeling, but it stirred something within her. Awaiting eyes glanced over her shoulder to the woman.
void of code: Those daggers she'd had the pelasure of seeing more then just a few times before, and none of those times had ever been good. At least, that she could remember. Her natural scent of cumumber and honey probably mingled in with the natural and unnatural scent of the bar and whom ever had frequented it's rooms however many times. Not wanting to block the door or look like a doof that secretly glaring at her charge, she began to make her way towards the bar where Zero was currently perched. Slow steps, ice blues taking in everything at once but in a slow sweep. Exits. Chairs. Tables. Even going as far as hearing, though she was slightly human... her sense of smell, hearing and sight woulldn't be as good as what Zero herself or Bastian, or even any of the others she had the pleasure of meeting... have. Arms relaxed as her sides, picking a spot right there next to Zero without even asking if she could join her. Stool slightly pulled out, rump gently placed on the top, just in time to catch the name she no longer used. In fact, she killed Isis. Made herself brand spankin' new. Ah but Zero had no idea what the fuck happened back then did she? Last she couple recall, Zero had been working for H.A.V. Just like Isis... and now? Now both Becca and Zero seemed to of changed sides, right? Those ice blue pools studied the tender, leaning forward in a slow motion to rest her elbows against the counter tops edge, palms pressed together... Can't forget those black leather gloves. "Haven't been called that since the day I died..." Said with a bit of a groan, "Glad to know you still remember, Zero." Finally, she turned her head to give Zero a once over before looking away. "Seattle's a long way's away..." -d
Pupilli Snake: How could Zero forget Isis? Isis or whatever the fuck she went by nowadays. Silence the best medicine for the moment. Needed to gather her thoughts. There was certainly a lot on her mind at the moment and the advent of Isis being around once more. The past never caught up to her this quickly, but at least this time there wasn't anything involved more so than just hurt feelings. Another run of fingers through the grundgy blonde hair pulling it taut along that scalp. Mutterings came from under her breath. Turned back to the tender just in time to see the drink being held out towards her. Plucked between fingers and placed down on the coaster. Silence had lasted long enough. "Distance is relative. It's a long ways from Florida. It's a long ways from Mexico." Pat to the breast pocket of the untucked white button up. Out fished the pack of cigarettes. The box faded and nearly empty. An old pack she'd found in that truck of hers. Those famous Reds or cowboy killers. However you wanted to put it. Flicked wrist and out zipped one cancer stick halfway still within the pack. Lips wrappped around it and out she pulled with her head. Pack returned to that pocket. "When it comes to the two of us, everything is a long ways. Every. Single. Thing." Isis would know what Zero meant. Oh and no matter what others called her, Zero was going to call her Isis. If she didn't like it then she could make Zero stop. Eyes down to the drink and that gave her the idea for her next move. "Want a drink or are you going to just stand there with mouth agape?" Treading a dangerous line.
Alex Vipond: Alex hadn't seen hide or hair of Mars, and he had no clue where he was staying. He did know that Leland still worked, at least some of the time, at Drifters, and that if anyone knew where Mars was, it would be the younger of the two Jones boys. Alex took the drive way into the lot at an angle, he had no desire to rake the undercarriage of the low slung Jag, and he pulled around into a spot right where the security cameras would be sure to pick it up. At the very least he'd be able to see his car as it came up from time to time on the monitor behind the bar. Popping the door open, Alex slid out, and immediately shook out a Camel. Lighting up as he crossed the lot to the door, that chain at his hip swaying with every step, he gave the fob a double tap to lock and alarm his ride and then he dropped it into his pocket. Pulling the door open, Alex stepped in, the dim interior made even more so thanks to the shades covering his eyes. He started for the bar as he pulled them off, hanging the bow into the neck of his t-shirt, and he was damned near there when he spotted Zero. He did an immediate about face and started back toward the door.
Pupilli Snake: Noticed Alex. "Wait." Zero's voice easily distinquishable from anyone else he knew. "I need to speak with you." Brow twitched and said a word that would shock the lot of them. "Please?"
void of code: Isis had easily been forgotten by many, at this point, her feelings were still in tact and perfectly fine with people forgetting her. In a dark twisted kind of way she liked it like that. No one new Becca Lafayette. Life was much better with the new name. New name, new place, new everything. Isis's profile had been completely erased, except those that still knew Becca as Isis. Grumble. Though it didn't surprise her in the least when Zero decided, after a moment of silence, to be a complete ass hat and smart ass about said "distance". Sure, distance was irrelivant... but she didn't have to be a dick about it. Oh wait, it's Zero. Come on, right? Ah, Mexico. Even Florida was nice. "The farther away the better... yet I go from east coast to west coast and find you." That had been one big fucking surprise. Finger curled into form a massive fist and tightened to keep some form of control. Did she want to cause a scene with Zero? Yes. Did she want to beat the woman in as best she could? Fuck yes! Would it all be worth her time and pain from the past? You bet your sweet ass it would. Would she actually do it, right now? No. Ice blues focused on the tender, quickly tracing the tip of her tongue long her dry lips for a moment. Treading a dangerous line... That was always Zero. So with a slow breath, again... that control setting in and keeping her hands locked down against the counter, "Only if your buying." -d
Alex Vipond: Yes. That did have him pause in step, a drag taken from the Camel as he turned; green eyes ice cold as he regarded her. "Say it." Was he counting the seconds as they ticked by? You bet your sweet fucking ass he was.
Scarred Macabre: Leland? The man had been busy doing some last needed pick me ups for the bar. Helping the manager out, he arrived out back of the bar and was unloading the truck of the cases of needed items. Nostrils flared, there was very familiar scents in the area, lugging in a case fruit cans for the mixers, he set it up in the back rom and strode on into the main part of the bar to catch sight of Alex and the others. Piercing blues flicked between the trio. " Everything alright in here?" Snagging up a hand towel to drape over his shoulder. –d
Pupilli Snake: Isis would have to wait a moment. Even brought up her hand to hold out to her indicating silence from her. Awfully bold, but it was Zero afterall. Should come to expect such from the woman. Enter Leland. "Everything is fine. Don't worry." Heavy inhale. This was difficult. How to say anything without bringing out anger in both herself and Alex? "Last night was a mess. You have to understand how emotional I am about that still. Being called a coward and not family to Mars because I had to follow a command from my Alpha upset me. Was it right for me to fly off the handle like that? No. Though it's understandable for both parties to be upset." Shrug. "I have honestly come here to try andmake things right. I've never been able to do such with my mind clouded and it'll never clear up all the way, but I intend on doing my best. Not for myself or for really anyone else but Mars' name." Hands to her side patting those empty holsters. "I'm not armed. If you want to extract some sort of punishment for what I've done then I'll accept, but I dont want to fight. I don't want to fight anyone." A turned leaf with Zero and her motiviations possibly questionable, but even with her facade in the past she's never really uttered the following words. "I'm sorry for telling the child of your mother to 'shut the fuck up'. I could have expressed my displeasure with her words in a better manner." Just knew it. Could feel the judging gaze from Isis. Cut of eyes towards the woman. "Of course I'm paying but if you get shit face I'm not holding your hair out of the mess and there will be pictures. Pictures everywhere." Smirk. Isis should know Zero was serious as a fucking heart attack.
void of code: Zero didn't need to hold up a hand to excuse herself, she almost knew something was going to happen by way of just simply knowing Zero. Her attention turned towards the male that asked if everything was alright. For Becca? Phff. Nothing was truely alright. But then again the question could of been for the other two. When Zero started off, she couldn't help but turn her head and study Zero for a lengthy amount of time. Everything she was saying.... wasn't the Zero she knew. Not. At. All. The woman she'd known didn't give two fuck's about who said what or what she said to whom, or which direction of whichever way to go... it was only her way. Brow instantly shot up when she patted empty holsters. Nope. Not the Zero she knew at all. So, yeah... Becca sat there and stared, judging. Get the fuck over it. Leaning back, more like sitting straight up, hands unclasped and those arms crossed her chest. Drinks forgotten for a moment before shrugging everything off. Zero could of just been playing around with the appology for all she knew, so why the hell should she fall for that shit? Elbows once again leaned on the counter, icey blue gaze cut to the tender who had served Zero before. "Whiskey, three cubes." Always whiskey. –d
Alex Vipond: Alex actually laughed at that, a short, snort of laughter that had smoke rolling from his nostrils before he took another drag, and then shook his head. "You know, I might be inclined to believe that line of shit you just spewed if it weren't for just a few things. First, you don't listen to Mars. He tells you to shut up, you keep right on running your mouth. Last night wasn't the first time that's happened either, he's had to literally put his hand over your mouth after telling you to stop, more than once. So don't tell me, you had to obey a command from your alpha the night he died." Alex shook his head at that, "That's fucking bullshit. Or are you picking and choosing, just which commands he gives for you to obey? Also, if you meant a word of what you just said, you wouldn't have pulled a gun on me last night. An act which, I feel strongly compelled to point out, nearly caused my pregnant girlfriend to shift. Do you know what would happen if that occurred?" And no, not once as he spoke, did he slow down for her to answer. The questions were largely rhetorical and really didn't need a response from her. "She would have lost our baby. So do I believe you? Do I really think you're capable of changing when every damned time you turn around, you're right back doing the same old, same old?" Again, as last night, his eye brow rose and threatened his hairline. "Not a fucking snowball's chance in hell. And no. Whatever apology you're trying to make... doesn't mean shit to me. You want to show me you're even remotely serious? You won't say another word to me. Once I walk out this door, you stay away from me and mine, and me and mine will stay away from you. Anything less and it's going to end badly." And with that he turned, a nod given to Leland. "Have you seen Mars?"
Pupilli Snake: Sigh. "That I can't do. I have to speak with Ki. If you don't believe me fine, but I don't run from anyone. I'm doing the right thing this time and if you want to let that be the reason you finally try to kill me then so be it." Annoyed? A bit, but kept it down within her throat. Alex had threatened to kill her. Zero wasn't going to just let someone kill her, but that didn't mean she planned on killing him. Turn back to Isis. "That all you going to drink? Have you gone soft on me?" Slides her tequila over to Becca.
Scarred Macabre: The altercation between Alex and Zero had Leland peering at the two lazily. " Seems like nothings changed.." Reaching up to drag the towel off his shoulder and rub it over his finger tips a moment then set it on the counter to settle. Slow roll of jaw, he was idly regarding them, the question came his way and he shook his head. " He's with Lana." He didnt say where cause honestly, he didnt know where the two were. He knew they were in the area, but didnt know where or why. –d
Alex Vipond: One hand lifted as he regarded Leland, smoke trailing upward from the cigarette between his fingers. "And that, right there is why Mars can't control the bitch. She doesn't know when to shut up. If you would let Mars know I was looking for him, I would appreciate it. I'll be at the studio until four, and after that, likely at home." And with that he stepped out the door, shades pulled from the neckline of his t-shirt and then he was taking one last drag from that Camel before he tossed the butt away, and then slid into his car. The deep growl of the engine sprung to life and Alex was backing out, of the space he'd parked in, and then roaring down the street.