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maskormenacelogs2014-04-23 09:54 am
retconman) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-04-23 09:54 am
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mouth is alive with juices like wine
WHO: MAXWELL LORD and JOHN MITCHELL
WHERE: Downtownish?
WHEN: Late afternoon/early evening.
WHAT: To catch a vampire! Accidentally.
WARNINGS: Blooood, vampirism... will edit in anything else as needed!
[ Another day, another dollar -- as some folks say, even if Max Lord finds that expression a bit dismal. He prefers thinking in multiples of dollars, and it's what's been keeping him clocking out early on the job. The thing about non-profit is that being convincing is key, and Max certainly is that. He makes his quota for the day before lunch some of the time, but he usually paces himself so nothing seems too untoward.
He washes up and indeed leaves his office an hour or two early, strolling out and whistling a little as he walks; he makes no bones about putting on a good, amiable front, and even when -- as he passes a gas station/convenience store -- a young twenty-something with a knife attempts to intimidate Max out of his wallet, all he does is pull out his handkerchief and persuade the kid to get lost.
It's easy, almost second-nature. Max mops the blood from his face, puts his cloth away and continues down the sidewalk, checking his watch to see if it's still too early to grab dinner at some kitschy diner. ]
WHERE: Downtownish?
WHEN: Late afternoon/early evening.
WHAT: To catch a vampire! Accidentally.
WARNINGS: Blooood, vampirism... will edit in anything else as needed!
[ Another day, another dollar -- as some folks say, even if Max Lord finds that expression a bit dismal. He prefers thinking in multiples of dollars, and it's what's been keeping him clocking out early on the job. The thing about non-profit is that being convincing is key, and Max certainly is that. He makes his quota for the day before lunch some of the time, but he usually paces himself so nothing seems too untoward.
He washes up and indeed leaves his office an hour or two early, strolling out and whistling a little as he walks; he makes no bones about putting on a good, amiable front, and even when -- as he passes a gas station/convenience store -- a young twenty-something with a knife attempts to intimidate Max out of his wallet, all he does is pull out his handkerchief and persuade the kid to get lost.
It's easy, almost second-nature. Max mops the blood from his face, puts his cloth away and continues down the sidewalk, checking his watch to see if it's still too early to grab dinner at some kitschy diner. ]