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Post by Iris Parevelle on Nov 28, 2010 21:47:33 GMT -5
It was a quarter after ten and the Leaky Cauldron was soon begining to stir with its typical late nighters, Iris was among those few. Work was strenuous to the point that at the end of the day, nothing felt better than drinking in a pub surrounded by a bunch of hapless losers. She craddled her drink, taking a few gulps every now and then, her mind wandering with each moment.
She felt bad, she really did. But in the end, they were all filthy beasts that needed to be tamed. They had gotten out of control and someone had to step in and take some action, though she feared the Minister himself had realized this bit a little too late. The numbers had increased, clearly there was a pattern. But did that bastard allow her the will to arrest registered werewolves for questioning? Hell no. They were all in on it she bet. Those damn procreating beasts. She pushed her drink away, she was starting to feel pissy which meant she had reached her limit for the night.
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Post by Vincent de Monte on Nov 30, 2010 18:42:10 GMT -5
"...Shit..."
The refrigerator was completely free of anything edible. Busby always took it upon himself to do the grocery shopping, Vincent never had the time. Busby.. The rat bastard was having the time of his life receiving three square meals a day while his master had a carton of month old expired milk awaiting him each night. Vincent sighed, suppressing the urge to march down to the school and shove the bloody carton down Busby's throat and drag the little freak back home by his teeth.
The dog shaped clock above the empty refrigerator, which was most certainly not Vincent's doing, indicated that it half past ten pm. He knew of few decent places to eat and they all closed early on Sunday. At least nothing was stopping him from getting a decent drink.
He much preferred drinking in muggle establishments because he was less likely to run anyone he knew, which decreased the likelihood of him being bothered. Tonight, however, something told him perhaps it was time to switch things up a little, so the Leaky Cauldron was his destination.
Quite a bit of people were already well past their second or third drink, regulars he assumed. He didn't mind drunks too much, as long as they kept to themselves. "Whiskey..straight, please. Keep 'em coming, lad." he ordered, with a grunt. He recognized the woman next to him, Parevelle. She was a ministry slave, much like himself..expect she hunted werewolves for a living. The stuck up little bitch would wet her knickers if she knew who he was, who he really was. His drink arrived and he greedily downed the glass as if it was the last he'd ever have, not giving the Parevelle woman a second thought.
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Post by Iris Parevelle on Nov 30, 2010 21:47:57 GMT -5
As she pushed her drink away, she took the opportunity to look down the bar. Her eyes settling on a familiar face beside her. He fit the typical hit-man image in the sense that he was big, stupid, and violent. The perfect package for the job. The only real difference between them and criminals was that they had a badge. Iris still couldnt understand why they allowed such a barbaric job in the field. She couldn't count how many times her leads were ruined because some idiot Hit-wizard decided to hex 'em to pieces. They didn't understand law, the only thing they knew how to do was kill. Iris stared at him, she wasn't well acquainted with him and yet she already hated him. It was disgusting how such lowlives could have such glamor and praise presented to them when it came to completing missions. What about her? Huh? Nothing. All her work ever gave her was more work.
Sexist bastards.. she thought to herself, gulping down the rest of her drink, slamming the empty glass down once she finished. "Heard you finally caught Lyubomir good job" she congradulated him trying her best to be pleasant but her resentment was soon rising. "shame he... what was it again? Fell off the bridge? Or did his wand malfunction on the scene?" she added without amusement.
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Post by Vincent de Monte on Nov 30, 2010 22:37:11 GMT -5
A deep growl erupted from his stomach and he downed another glass in order to stifle the bastard. As much as he wanted to relax and enjoy the buzz, Vincent's thoughts kept returning to Busby and the girl. He knew Busby wasn't fond of the girl or the mission that had been assigned to him, but his absolute loyalty and devotion to his master kept him from acting out on his impulses. Fear was also a factor because he knew damn well Vincent would not hesitant to rip him to shreds if he disobeyed. He was worried most about the girl and the upcoming full moon, and whether or not Busby was capable of carrying out the necessary damage control. He wished for her to wreak havoc, but he could not risk her getting caught. There were too many asses on the line for that to happen.
The woman finally spoke, to congratulate him? Condescending whore. "I don't make it a point to obsess over details. I got the job done and that's that." he replied, cooly. She was good looking, he'd give her that. But he could tell she was the type of woman that liked to run her mouth and prove she was equal to men in every way, whenever the opportunity presented itself. He liked his women ready, willing, and quiet. He supposed he could take her to bed if she agreed to a silencing charm. Vincent turned his head slightly to give her a quick once-over, licking his lips in approval.
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Post by Iris Parevelle on Nov 30, 2010 23:17:58 GMT -5
Pig... He didn't even try to hide his thoughts. So blatantly putting it out there as if he had a chance. Disgusted she rolled her eyes, and hailed down the bartender for another drink. There was no way in hell she'd be able to talk to him decently all while being sober. "...right" she mumbled, taking a gulp from the new drink passed to her. She swirled it in her mouth for a moment trying to contain herself. Trying not to explode on him for his obvious abuse of the law. Got the job done?! Really?! Nobody sent his ass out there to assassinate someone. His job was to aprehend the criminal and let the law deal with it. But of course, like the rest of the Hit-wizards, their brute instincts picked in before their logic. Iris finally gulped the drink down, feeling just a bit of tension slide off her shoulders. So what if he got a pay raise? Atleast she could sleep soundly knowing she did the world justice.. well... she couldn't sleep soundly but that had nothing to do with justice.
"Yah.. I really liked how that coworker of yours... what was his name.. Reed got the job done." she added, unable to help herself despite her second drink. "Because of him my lead was blown to smitherines." her voice oozing with sarcasm. "Im sure his little bits and pieces will inform me about the mangy beasts plaguing the country, dont you think?" She was still bitter about it, and who wouldn't be after spending precisely three months to track down, watch, and then wait to get authority to infiltrate and in the end have it all lost because the bastard in charge of aprehending him decided to have him killed.
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Post by Vincent de Monte on Dec 1, 2010 16:55:06 GMT -5
Vincent snorted into his glass, amused by her inability to shut the hell up. He worked his ass off every day and barely got a break. The one night he has off in ages and he's spending it with someone who cannot seem to talk about anything BUT the job. To top it all off, she was a lesbian. Women, such a goddamn waste of time. They were only good for one thing and one thing only, and most weren't even that great when it came to that one thing. He'd given up on trying to form any sort of meaningful relationship ages ago. He picked someone up every now and then to satisfy his most basic needs, but they were out on their ass the next morning. Since it did not seem as though he would be getting any sort of satisfaction that night, Vincent abandoned all hope of getting into the woman's pants and decided to spend the rest of his time at the pub trying to ignore her.
"Oy, you think you can shut your hole for one bloody minute, eh?" he replied, his speech slightly slurred. "I mean really. I came here to relax, not hear you run your mouth about shit I could care less about." He suddenly found himself in a foul mood and wished Busby was around to pound on. He turned away from the wench and consumed whatever was left in his glass. He'd have to slow it down a bit or else he'd never make it to work in the morning.
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Post by Iris Parevelle on Dec 1, 2010 17:38:27 GMT -5
"..." drunk bastard.. He had a point though. Even though she wasn't fond of accepting it like that after he had devalued her conversational topics AND ordered her to quiet down. She loathed being ordered... and yet he was right. She took another gulp of her drink in an attempt from creating a stir further. She was a buzkill and well aware of it. Yes she was pissed, but she'd have better luck venting out her rage on the actual people involved, like Reed himself, or the Minister.. Whoever came into her path first the next day would face a verbal beating. Though changes were unlikely to occur, Like all men everything she said went through one ear and out the other. No decency at all stubborn dumbasses.
Iris stared at her glass. Suddenly she felt a little lonely. Peering at Vincent slightly she forced herself to apologize, or atleast tried to "... you're right." She exhaled, unable to really say the words herself, it was too demeaning. She couldn't allow anyone the satisfaction of hearing HER give in no matter how drunk or guilty she was. "Stress must be getting to me with all the attacks happening and not really being able to do anything" she exclaimed just a bit defeated, drowning the rest of her words with her drink.
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Post by Vincent de Monte on Dec 5, 2010 17:24:31 GMT -5
Vincent grunted in agreement. She was absolutely correct, there was not a damn thing she could do to stop the attacks. The Ministry in general was useless. Rounding up people who stay out after hours and having the WCU patrol the streets at night just makes it seem as though the Minister has the situation under the control. The harsh reality, the one no one wanted to admit, was that not a single person knew what to do about the recent outbreak of werewolf attacks. Everything was going according to plan.
It all fell into place so quickly he was amazed at how little he actually had to do. He hit up several hangout spots popular among teens in the area and turned at least two dozen in the course of three years and only about half survived. He made no contact and provided no explanation, with the exception of Busby. All remain scattered about the country, confused and ANGRY. It didn't take long for the sightings and attacks to make headlines and after a while the preexisting clans took the opportunity to spill some blood of their own. Vincent had been successful up until that point, but it wasn't enough. It was up to the girl now....
"Mmm, if you really want progress you'll have to pull a Hitler. Make the WCU into our own little Gestapo. Punish anyone who is suspected of harboring a filthy beast. Brand them...kill anyone who refuses to cooperate..that sort of thing.." He probably shouldn't have been feeding her ideas, but she was probably too drunk to remember the conversation anyway.
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Post by Iris Parevelle on Dec 5, 2010 18:09:49 GMT -5
"YAH!" she agreed almost too affirmatively punching Vincent in the arm roughly as her way of agreeing with him. "I tried telling the Minister.." she waved her first in his face "hes a bloody wimp! Afraid to screw up his chances with re-election coming up" she scowled, wrinkling her face a bit. The minister was petty and only thought about keeping his damn position. Dumb bastard... why were all men morons. Iris slowly found herself sinking in her stool until her head was rested on the bars table top. She exhaled deeply wondering exactly why she came here tonight. Drinking solved nothing. The world was in chaos and it was all thanks to her lack of effort in the world. She let down the world... what is wrong with me.. She sniffled a bit. The worst part about this all was that she knew what awaited her tomorrow was a ton of work and a huge hang over...
"The whole Ministry is probably already infiltrated with those beasts. " She mumbled. She had no facts behind it... she was just pissed. "Probably why they wont let me do a damn thing. They're ALL probably beasts by now.. Like...Like that dumb oaf of a Junior undersecretary--- probably thinks I havent noticed his 'peculiar' absenses come full moon..." she added snidely. Fate was cruel. If she had been born a boy maybe they would have listened to her more. ".... " she stared at Vincent, eyes narrowing a bit, trying to make words out of her thoughts "Y'know.... the more I look at you the more I begin to notice something" she mumbled staring at him warily. "you're not as dumb as you look" she finally added with a pleasant smile.
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