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Post by chase campbell on Mar 11, 2009 15:24:46 GMT -5
open and there's some swearing so ya be warned
The Corporation in general was pretty pissed about what had happened in their labs, and Chase had a talent for finding pissed off people with lots of money to throw at him. He heard through a contact that there was a shady group looking for some more muscle and had figured what the hell, why not. When they asked him for a blood sample he gave it up easily. Most times the weird shit in his blood was diagnosed to be some rare disease, you've only got 35 hours to live, bull like that.
These guys flipped out though. Apparently they thought he was from the Academy which was pretty damn insulting because no stupid Agent was as good as him, or so he thought anyway, and also a little shocking because until then he didn't know they knew about the weird magical stuff that went on in the world. It took a lot of convincing and him pointing out that if he was from the Academy he wouldn't have just given them half demon blood to study and probably would have killed them already if that's what he was there for. In the end it was probably the fact that he had given them fancy blood to study that got him in. They'd probably try to give his unique healing powers to all of their thugs by the time the week was through, but he didn't really care about that.
He learned that much of the Corporation thought it was smarter to go after the people that had just let them walk right in and kid nap four kids, but nobody was very happy with letting the punks that had trashed their lab and stolen their test subjects and killed their friends go, so Chase had volunteered to go check this other group out.
One of the very few guards left alive with the help of security camera footage had placed one of the punks as Raelena St. John, a damn celebrity. What she had to do with anything nobody really knew but what they did know was that this made the people they were looking for alot easier to track. Raelena just bought a school in some hick town in Illinois and if that wasn't a lead Chase would skin his own head.
But he couldn't just run in guns blazing and use his strength and healing to take them all out he wasn't stupid. That meant he had to do recon though and recon wasn't really his thing. He liked stealth but he didn't like sitting on his ass doing nothing. He liked getting his hands dirty. He was a ruthless killer damn it.
But even ruthless killers need to eat.
"What the fuck is unit price?" he growled at the price tag below a can of ravioli. He was getting pissed enough that his hands were starting to bend the crap out of his carts handle and he was getting some wierd looks.
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Post by Kaylen Valieth on Mar 30, 2009 1:08:11 GMT -5
It was probably never the best idea to trust Kaylen Valieth with responsibility of any kind, but then, it wasn't exactly fair if the other boys didn't at least occasionally dump him with the job of doing their weekly grocery shopping. Walking down the isle, wheeling his trolley in a somewhat reckless manner - the damn thing wouldn't steer straight, that wasn't his fault!! - it was already obvious that Kaylen had deviated slightly from the list the group had made that morning. Not that the list didn't contain plenty of junk already, but it sure as hell hadn't listed ten packets of pikelets and five boxes of Fruit Loops. That was all the Italian boy obviously planned on eating for the whole week....
Hearing a man swearing over a unit price, or something like that, the young man looked up and offered, "Price per unit, maybe?"
He didn't know who this guy was, though he did notice what he was doing to his poor shopping cart.. Oh fuck, hopefully he didn't do that to him if Kaylen's suggestion turned out to be completely wrong, which it probably was.
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Post by chase campbell on Mar 30, 2009 13:34:08 GMT -5
Chase had to fight back a whole shitload of instincts telling him to hurt the voice that had just spoken to him, and he barely managed to. First his training pretty much made it so that anyone who managed to startle him ended up dead and the guy had definitely startled him. Also he was just pissed off in general at the time and would have loved to just smash whatever was near him, even if that included faces. The last straw would have been that the guy was being a prick and poking fun at him except for one other instinct, to really pay attention to his surroundings. But the look of the guy's cart said that he was no shopping wizard either and was probably actually trying to help, so Chase got a grip.
Actually he loosened his grip, because the last thing he needed was to blow his cover. "Shitty carts here huh?" he said trying to cover up what he'd done with conversation. "I don't know what a price per unit is either" he admitted not sounding happy about it. He didn't mind that he was kinda stupid when it came to some things but he did mind when it meant he was more stupid then someone else. That was different.
"Fuck it" he muttered dropping a few cans into his cart and taking a few steps down the aisle. "This your first time shopping too?" Normally Chase hired a service to do this sort of shit, but it turned out that Cairo was a little on the small side for that sort of business. It figured.
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Post by Kaylen Valieth on Mar 30, 2009 19:54:30 GMT -5
"Shopping alone, yeah," admitted Kaylen, deciding to grab a couple of packets of ravioli from the shelves as well, and dropped them carefully into his own cart, avoiding squashing his beloved pikelets. Did they have any golden syrup left? He'd buy some more regardless, better to be safe than sorry! The young man pushed his cart ahead a few more steps, picking up a bottle of the delicious syrup from just ahead, and adding this to his current selection.
"Who forced you into it?" he asked conversationally, assuming Chase might have had a wife or girlfriend or something who'd suddenly decided that someone else could do the shopping today.
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Post by chase campbell on Apr 10, 2009 16:50:22 GMT -5
sorry this took so long. i wrote it out yesterday but my browser crashed and i got pissed and left.
"Necessity" he answered. It was the closest to a joke the guy would hear crawl it's way out of Chase's grimace. He was hardened to the world and things like goofing around and making funnies were pretty much the only things you couldn't pay him to do. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled and wouldn't even if he could, and his friends from a time when he may have softened up once in awhile were long gone, either they were dead or they'd forgotten he ever existed.
Chase was normally not the kind of guy to strike up a conversation with some random in a grocery store. He pretty much either hated or ignored everyone out there and avoided talking whenever he could but he was on a job so things were a little different. He needed information and he needed to get to know the town and the people in it, so he kept talking.
"You lived in Cairo your whole life? I'm new in town myself." He grabbed a couple boxes of macaroni from a shelf and scowled at them before throwing them in his cart. He hated the shit, but cooking wasn't his strong suit so everything he ate pretty much came from a can or could be microwaved. Macaroni, hell that was made in a pot on a stove. That was high class fucking cuisine for him.
He made a mental note to grab ketchup. He needed something to gag down the moistened cheese powder with.
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Post by Kaylen Valieth on Apr 11, 2009 9:36:29 GMT -5
"Umm..."
Kaylen was only in Cairo because the boys were all staying there, and because he always choose sticking with them to doing things like, well staying with the Academy he was supposed to be studying at in Hoboken. He was probably going to fail, but this fact didn't really seem to bother much; probably because his best friend planned on returning next year, and so if he failed this year they'd be studying together again, and partially because the extra years he was staying weren't compulsory anyway. Infact, sometimes one had to wonder if Kaylen was failing on purpose...
"I'm pretty new here myself. Me and my mates haven't even found a house here yet, so we've just been living in a hotel for a while."
The boy glanced up at the Macaroni, then at the list. Nope. But there was Mi Goreng just ahead, and they sure as hell needed some of that, so he pushed forward a little further, and instead of buying singular packets, or even the special five pack, he pulled out a whole box filled with packets of the simple yet amazing noodles from the bottom shelf and dumped that at the end of his cart.
"This place is pretty different. Where'd you come from, anyway?"
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Post by chase campbell on Apr 12, 2009 11:47:47 GMT -5
He was automatically interested in the guy when he said he was also new in town. It could have been one huge coincidence but he still had to keep the possibility in mind that these people were with his targets, just because of the timing. The ones who crashed the Corporation's lab were supposed to be living with some "Cavans" and had apparently bought a school too, but this guy said he was staying in a hotel, and Chase knew he wasn't one of the ones from the lab because they managed to get the surveillance tapes before leaving and this guy's face wasn't on them.
Course he couldn't just give this guy his full attention. His hunch could be wrong and it was the one's who had escaped from the lab and the ones who broke in that he was mostly after anyway.
"New York," he said, his typical answer. "I needed a change, in a big fucking way. So here I am in nowhere town." He didn't really care if anyone took offence to him calling Cairo nowhere town because hell, it was. He never pulled his punches anyway.
"What's that?" he asked and nodded at the pile of packets the guy had just dumped. It must have been good for that reaction and he was willing to try almost anything as long as it meant he didn't have to eat fucking maraconi every day. What he really wanted was a sushi chef in his kitchen 24/7 but that just wasn't happening.
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Post by Kaylen Valieth on Apr 14, 2009 4:28:15 GMT -5
This guy was starting to seem alright, or at least Kaylen was finding himself feeling a helluva lot more comfortable talking to him, and no longer expecting to get hit at any given moment.
"New York, hey? We came from Masonville," he told Chase, no idea of the mans true intentions. Though, even if he had known, he'd had absolutely no any involvement with the break in to the Corporation, in fact, he only knew very vague details about everything that had happened, so he wouldn't have been much help at all.
"Oh, Mi Goreng! They're like, Asian two-minute noodles," the young man gushed immediately, unable to believe Chase had never heard of them. "They're awesome."
Kaylen was actually an amazing cook, having been taught by his Italian grandfather Roberto, and often working in his families restaurants. But while he loved to cook for all of his friends, sometimes you just wanted something super quick and easy. Especially when you weren't quite..sober. Mi Goreng was the perfect solution to those times.
[aack this is terrible, sorry!]
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Post by chase campbell on May 14, 2009 13:33:11 GMT -5
Chase smiled. It looked kinda out of place on his face but it could pass off as just being friendly. Of course it wasn't that at all it was the smile that would accompany the word "Bingo!" if that wouldn't have given him away. Masonville was right near the Academy and even if this guy hadn't busted into the Corporation HQ he was still associated with gifted people, and that was information they would pay for too.
"Masonville? Another little nowhere town or something?"
Chase's eyes went to the little packets when the guy started gushing about them. Chase's general taste meant Asian = good so he didn't have much reason to not believe they were awesome. He only grabbed a five-pack for himself though. He didn't plan on being there very long.
"So you're staying with good friends in a hotel huh? Sounds like a recipe for a never-ending party. Oh one second." He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and held it up to his ear turning away from the other guy to take a call. "Kevin speaking." There was a moment's pause before he cursed under his breath and closed the phone and turned back to the guy. "This is a recorded message informing you you've won a trip to the Bahamas," he said mocking the voice he'd heard in the phone and giving an eye roll.
But there hadn't actually been a voice on the phone. He had taken the opportunity to snap a picture of the guy while the phone was at Chase's ear and facing him and to turn on the record feature and that was it. It was one of many tricks like that up his sleeve.
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