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Post by tenacious on Dec 25, 2009 20:00:19 GMT -5
There were no movies out that remotely interested Hirsch, but he handed over eight dollars all the same. The wrinkled money made no difference in his life; he could get food anywhere. He wasn’t like other humans, pathetic and depending on the green strips of paper to assist them. Hell, Hirsch didn’t even depend on his family to help him; he had once, but that time was fleeting. The man spit, earning him a slight rebuke from the old woman in the ticket booth, but he paid her no mind as he entered the building. Hirsch moved right to the snacks counter; his tickets were for the Blind Side. He needed a place to relax and he figured this movie would do it. The man paid for his popcorn and soda, flashed the girl behind the counter a grin; it earned him an extra dollar in change. Shaking fingers and a racing heart was a man’s best friend.
Hirsch entered the cool theater room as soon as the lights darkened and the main credits rolled onto the screen. He rolled his shoulders in his leather jacket before taking a seat at the front, staying motionless for at least half an hour, not paying the actors on the screen any mind. He was lost in thought; the Shifters were getting stronger. Hirsch’s hand made its way beneath his jacket, tightening around a hidden gun; the first movement he had made in a long while. A lady next to him made a disgusted face and Hirsch had to take a sip of his Sprite to stop himself from laughing- that funny, funny woman.
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Post by wolflegend on Dec 25, 2009 21:05:06 GMT -5
Maria sat down beside the man with the gun. She knew who he was and what he was. She herself was the same thing. hello, Hirsch(sp?) she told him after a couple second of sitting down.
She always kept an eye on people that seemed or were likely to be shifter or Herilys. She herself was a Herilys, but she didn't know if he was shifter or not, so she was taking a huge and major risk by sitting next to him at this very moment. She knew he had a gun, but that didn't scare her. Tha only intimidated her even more.
You want to take business outside, or discuss it quietly in here? she asked him feeling a bit tired, but this would't take long.... Or so she hoped.
OCC: Sorry its short.... posting in three diffrerent places....
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Post by tenacious on Dec 25, 2009 21:17:14 GMT -5
Hirsch turned to look at the girl, eyes narrowing for a moment. As she continued on, his jaw clenched. Buisness, eh? He set the pop back in its holder, removed his hand from his gun. "Not like I'm watching the movie anyway," he muttered before standing and jumping over the empy chairs before him. The entire row was empty and he walked easily out of the Blind Side, waiting for Maria to follow. He had no clue who she was; he did not pay much attention to other Herilys. Hirsch was a man who focused on the enemy; know your enemy and you will concquer them.
As he strode out of the lobby, Hirsch began frowning in thought. His hand inched towards his gun; it was loaded, though not yet set; that would've been foolish. What would this girl want to talk about? Had he seen her before? Hirsch was good at remebering, yes, but sometimes even his memory failed him and Hirsch grunted slightly to himself[
He stepped out into the cool night air and turned, waiting for Maria with his hands inside the pocket of his blue jeans; he had dressed well enough, even though he had expected to be alone. A leather jacket, black shirt underneath, and blue jeans with black shoes. His hair was combed, but no gelled back. It was messy, in a sense, but Hirsch preferred it that way.
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Post by wolflegend on Dec 25, 2009 21:31:43 GMT -5
Maria slowly, but gracefully got up from her chair and walked around the chairs infront of her, unlike another person she was with. She slowly, taking he time, exited the movie were the other Herilys waited. She liked catching other people off guard, especially shifters. She walked over to him gracefully, not even looking where her feet were. She was wearing black knee high boots with heels on them, a black shirt and black skinny jeans. She had her hair cut short and up in a gothic style. She had black eye shadow and black lipstick along with black skull earings.
"Before you ask- No, I am not goth, and no, I am not emo. i am undercover for an operation involving the police, I am basically their pin-cushion, so to speak, or bait. Whatever you want to call it." She told him, looking at him directly in the eyes. She always held eye contact unless she had good a reason not to hold eye levels. It was sort of a habit for her though.
She looked around then started to talk in a low voice. And please, don't fidget with your gun- it makes other people unnerved. See that girl over there with her three kids in the consession stand? She thinks I am an undercover cop and that I am going to arrest you. The man over there with his girlfreind, thinks that I am your girl friend taking you home because you must be drunk. And that kid over there," she nodded over towards a little boy staring at the other Herilys and continued. "Knows you have a gun." She then backed up from him and talked in a louder voice then just a moment ago. " Would you liek to talk out in the woods or something?"
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Post by tenacious on Dec 25, 2009 21:55:53 GMT -5
Wouldn't that be fun? Hirsch being drunk and this 'pretty little girl' taking him home? A smile, actually, it was more of a sneer, graced the rebel's lips. He wasn't one too care about other people- for all they knew, the gun could be fake. He had seen some idiot attmept to stick up a gas station with a plastic gun- after the cashier noticed the foam dart in the gun's barrel, it was all over.
"Talking here is fine- I don't give a damn what other people think of me," he smirked, folding his arms over his chest and waited for the girl to carry on. For a moment, Hirsch's eyes did stray over to the other people. Fear, curiosity, so many emotions played on their faces- but the emotions lacked depth. They were so damn simple and it disgusted the rebel. His upper lip curled for a moment, the lines in his face hardened, and then he remembered where he was.
Hirsch Beezle cleared his throat slightly before looking at the little boy, half smiling, though in a more sadistic matter so that the small child took a step back. Chuckling, though it was too quiet for anyone but Maria to hear, Hirsch turned his attention back to the girl. Once more, he wondered what she could possibly have to talk to him about; he had kept his nose clean, if she was actually a cop, and he highly doubted that.
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