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Tink & Bo for the millionth time @.@ ~M~
This is a 1x1 between Bovice and Evil Tink.
This RP may contain mature material. Read at you own risk. Profile: Name: Randall Alexander Conner (Randy for short) Age: 25 (Birthday is December 16th) Eye Color: Emerald Green Race: Human Extra Info: Is very intelligent. Works as a PI/Detective with the Police Department. Is an excellent marksman. His main gun X. His secondary gun X. Classified Appearance: http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/.../Scientist.jpg |
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Solomon James Kalika [Ka-lee-kah] Age: Somewhere between 573; Appears 21 Race: Vampire Powers: Psychic Range Elemental Range Powers [Core elements only] Self Healing [Rapid/almost instant. Varies] Classified Appearance: http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b1...sts/smoker.jpg |
Solomon sighed as he could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket for the hundredth time today. With a growl, he answered it, "What!?"
The female voice on the other line sighed slightly, "Well there you are! What the hell, I'm here at the cafe with Holden...you said you'd meet us here.." Solomon closed his eyes with an irritated sigh. He debated just hanging up on her, but he was rarely ever so rude. "Something's come up....I can't make it I'm sorry. I uh..can't explain right now..Sorry." He rolled his eyes and flipped the phone shut and stuffed it into his pants pocket. With another sigh, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, pulling one out and lighting it with just a thought. He took a long drag, Fledglings.... He looked to the pack of cigarettes with a sigh, Dammit...only one left.. He grabbed his wallet off the end table and headed out the door. He made his way down the stairs of the apartment building and to the lot staring at the three beautiful vehicles; a motorcycle, Corvette and A Porsche, all black. With a slight shrug, he decided to walk. It was such a nice day afterall. |
Randy sighed as he sat in his dark green Ford Taurus. The damn person he had been watching hadn't shown up yet, and it was time for him to get off. He reached forward and grabbed the walkie talkie, "Dispatch? This is D-114." He let the black button go as he continued to watch the building. "Go ahead D-114." The dispatcher's voice rang through the silent car. "I need D-117 to come and take over my post." He ran his other hand through his light brown hair. "10-4." When the dispatcher came through again he clipped the walkie back to the dash board.
Randy saw another Detective from the police station coming down the road. He quickly started his car and drove away. He started patting his vest pockets, cursing under his breath when he pulled out an empty pack of cigarettes. Now he was very smart, but he didn't care that he could die from smoking. He could die from his job. Shimmying out of his jacket as he pulled into a stores parking lot. His golden pistol being showed along with his badge. He pulled into a parking stall and got out after he shut off the car. Quickly making his was to the store and walking in the door. |
Solomon ran his hand through his hair while he waited in the ridiculously long line at the store. It was a shame you just couldn't pick up a pack yourself and go to any of the other check outs..but no, he was stuck at the tobacco lane; in which seems everyone was standing in-even if they weren't buying tobacco! He eye twitched slightly as he shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing to the door hearing it open and seeing something rather shiny glimmering in the sunlight. He let out a scoff seeing it was an Officer. He looked forward again, at the array of cigarettes behind the counter. He angled his head a bit though, allowing his shaggy hair to hide most of his face from the Detective's view.
Now, Solomon wasn't a wanted criminal, but he certainly was no petty ticket holder on the list either. He had his fair share of unpaid and expensive tickets. He wouldn't be surprised if, that if this detective recognized him, he'd try to get him for his unpaid tickets and for his missed court dates. He usually didn't draw this much attention to himself from law enforcement, but he was just getting so annoyed with them all, he just quit trying. |
Randy sighed as he saw the long line at the tobacco line, it was ridiculous. With a shake of his head he started to the line, slipping in behind a black hared male. He glanced at some of the people ahead of he and groaned quietly. "For fucks sake." He mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest. He tensed when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
After a little fumbling around in his pocket Randy put the phone to his ear. "Conner." He sighed as the line didn't move. "Yes sir, his case is closed." He leaned to the side a bit. "I'm working on the, air quote vampire case." He stepped forward a bit as the line moved. "Yes two holes in the neck, drained of all their blood." He nodded. "Of course sir, I will call you when I come in later." He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. |
Solomon grinned, almost chuckling, as the man got in line behind him. Just his luck, right? He lifted his head a bit, stepping forward as the line moved. Only three more...three more people to keep him away from his beloved cigarettes. He tried to tune out the detective behind him, but suddenly his short conversation caught his attention. Vampire case? He let out a silent growl of frustration. Now who's ass did he have to kick for being careless?
After about another twenty minutes, Solomon was finally at the counter. He looked to the associate, as the woman asked if he was buying his cigarettes today. "Of course I am~" he answered kindly; the fake happiness in his voice hard to detect, "The usual, Em." The brunette woman moved to grab the correct cigarettes from over head, scanned them, then handed them to Solomon and waited for payment. Solomon pulled out his wallet while he waited, and as he was handed the cigarettes, he handed the girl a twenty dollar bill. She gave him the change and he was on his way. He was not about to leave without following the detective, so he stood outside, a good considerate distance from the door, lit up his last cigarette in the old box, and waited. |
Randy smiled as the line kept moving, now he was second in line. He was dying for a cigarette right now, but he could wait for less then thirty seconds. He caught a glimpse of the males face that was in front of him. He looked familiar, but he couldn't think of how he knew that. "Hey Emily, two." He nodded as he pulled out his wallet. He placed a twenty on the counter as the woman grabbed the packs of cigarettes. He grabbed them when they were placed on the counter, and put one of the packs in his vest pocket. He held out his hand for the change and smiled, "Thanks hun. Have a good day." He waved as he headed to the door, packing the pack of cigarettes in his hand.
Randy pulled off the plastic on the outside and stuffed it in his pocket. Quickly pulling off the foil on the inside and putting it in his pocket as well. He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, pulling out his lighter as he walked out the door. Quickly lighting it and sighing out the smoke. "Awesome." He chuckled as he headed to his car. |
Solomon glanced over as he sensed the detective coming, a slight grin coming over his face. Oh~ The amusement he'd have tonight. Solomon wasn't usually the evil or devious type, but tonight he was feeling a touch of chaos coming on~ He watched as the detective headed towards his car, gathering the location of his residence from his mind; without alerting him of course. Sometimes, it was nice to be a vampire...it came in handy in situations like this.
With another drag, he started off, walking back towards his apartment. He'd visit the detective tonight. He had to figure what this 'vampire case' was and if it endangered the secrecy of vampires. While he could easily pull the information from the man's mind and erase any trace of him doing so, the human sometimes still felt something was off and often investigated causing more issues. It'd be easier to coax it out of him with the aid of his power. |
Randy got to his car and unlocked the door, quickly climbing in and putting the keys in the ignition. He turned the keys just a bit so he could open the window, he pressed the button and rolled it down halfway. He put the stick between his lips and pulled on his seat belt. Fully starting his car and backing out of the stall, then driving out of the parking lot.
About ten minutes later he pulled into the driveway of the house he inherited from his parents when they died. It wasn't a big house, just a standard two story house. He quickly got out of the car and went to the front door and unlocked it stepping in a moment later. He shut the door and chuckled when he heard the pitter patter of paws running from the kitchen. Randy knelt down as his pit bull puppy rounded the corner. "Hi Alexa. How's my baby girl?" He smiled as the puppy plopped down in front of her master. He started to pet the puppy and she rolled over onto her back, begging for a belly rub. "You want a belly rub?" He chuckled as he complied, rubbing her belly."Ok, daddy has to work on a case." He stood and walked into the living room, closely followed by the pup. |
Solomon took a right turn just as he came across the detective's street. He quickly manipulated the human's within a 2 block radius, preventing their eyes from picking up his form while he stood outside Randall's house. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets after checking the time; 3:10pm. There was still an immense amount of time until sundown. It would be best of him to wait; as it would be easier to be unnoticed. He could not block himself from being seeing while worming around in Randall's mind. "This out to be interesting..." He said to himself, listening to the man speak to the puppy. He quickly extended his power to the dog, preventing it from noticing his presence any further while he made his way to the back yard, making himself comfortable on a bench while he eavesdropped on the detective's thoughts.
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Alexa's ears perked up when she felt a weird presence outside. She started to whimper as she ran to the front door.
Randy stopped and turned to Alexa, "What's wrong?" He turned to the door. He peeked out the peephole, "There isn't anything out there." He shook his head. "Do you have to go potty?" He stepped back from the door and looked down at the pup. He chuckled when he saw the pups ears perk up even more with the mention of going outside. He turned and started to the patio doors, he opened them and waved for the dog to go out. "Well go on, just come back in when your done." He chuckled. He didn't have to worry about her running off since the backyard was fenced in. Randy headed to the kitchen to grab a soda, since it was to early for alcohol. When he reached the fridge he grabbed out a coke and leaned against the counter as he opened it. Where did I see that guy before? He thought as he took a drink. "Well whoever he was he was kinda cute. Even though I didn't see his full face." He mused aloud. "Plus he had a nice ass." He chuckled heartily as he headed to the living room. Alexa scampered out the door and out to the backyard. She started to growl at the bench, she could feel something wasn't right. |
Solomon glanced down as the dog came over to him, raising a brow. He was supposed to be blocking himself from the dog as well, but how could she still sense he was there? Interesting...wait what? He reached his hand out in front of the dogs nose, not moving an inch as it hovered about 2 inches from her nose. His eyes however, looked towards the house as he picked up a few words from Randy. Is he talking about me? He was curious as to how the dog was aware of his presence, even after he was blocking himself from all her senses. He just hoped the dog didn't bite him. It would hurt, and bleed a bit before it would heal, but he wouldn't utter a sound of course. He'd just be really annoyed.
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Randy walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch, he scooted forward a bit and opened up his laptop. "I wonder if there are any other times this happened." He mumbled to himself as he waited for his laptop to boot up. He opened his internet and typed something in the search bar. He hummed as he searched through the articles and sighed as he didn't find anything.
Alexa sniffed and moved closer to the hand, she opened her mouth to bite. She bit down hard at the hand and growled. At The same time: Randy stumbled upon a article from 1914, he read it and raised his eyebrows when he saw a picture. "Mr. Solomon James Kalika is the wealthiest man in America to date..." He trailed off as he stared at the picture. He mumbled something incoherent as he scrambled to his feet to go and grab a folder of people to watch out for. He grabbed the folder and moved back to the couch. He searched through the folder until he got what he was looking for. He held up the picture next to the laptop screen, his eyes widened. "This isn't possible." Randy stuttered out. The pictures are exactly the same... One was older but still the same. |
Solomon winced a bit as the dog bit down on his hand. He expected this, but hoped it wouldn't happen either way. He sighed softly, tugging at his hand lightly to see if the dog would let go..of course, she did not. He took his other hand and gently grabbed the top of her jaw while he used both to pry them open. Of course, this was only possible due to his increased strength from being a vampire. He was careful to not hurt her either while he did this. He pulled both hands away quickly and disappeared, reappearing on the roof. Now at a safe height, he went back to focusing on Randy. He was surprised about something, so he stealthy went searching his mind; hoping to not alert the man to something rooting in his mind. He glanced to his hand, watching the small teeth marks heal away. Stupid animals...
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Randy quickly got up off of the couch and ran to get his scanner, he came back after a few moments and hooked up the scanner to his laptop. He put the picture on the scanner and quickly scanned it into the laptop. He looked up when he heard Alexa whine loudly, "Alexa!" He yelled as he looked at the two pictures on the laptop. "This is fucked up." He mused aloud.
"Solomon James Kalika in 1914, Solomon James Gregory now..." Randy ran his hand through his hair. "How can this be? They look the same..." He bit his lip. He looked up when he heard a thud on the roof and Alexa barking. He got off of the couch and went outside, "Alexa what in the fuck are you barking at?" He looked at the roof and saw nothing. "Get your ass in the house." He pointed. The dog didn't move and kept barking at the roof. He sighed and picked up the dog, "Come on." He started back into the house. |
Solomon hissed slightly back at the dog as she barked at him. He was thankful that he was still blocking himself from Randy as he came outside to check on the dog. He rolled his eyes with a scoff, Dog almost blew my cover... He let out a sigh, jumping down from the roof. Halfway in his fall, he disappeared, reappearing inside the house where he sensed Randy spending his time tonight. He looked over to the screen while Randy was busy trying to settle his dog. He'd have to be quick, else the dog would smell him and start after him in here. He cursed softly as he saw the two pictures being compared in a facial recognition program.
Running his hand through his hair with frustration, he did a quick tight circle as he paced the room. He obviously couldn't do anything to the computer right now; Randy would notice. He would have to stick around until the man fell asleep and work on his memories. He's have to erase this moment of time and hack into the police network and remove his identity from the system..again. He had done this many times since the police set up the network. This also meant he'd have to keep hidden for awhile..maybe bum at the Vindore Manore with Kitra, see if she needed help and alert her to the current case Randy was working on. He'd also have to make sure that all the vampires around Connecticut would be extra cautious; including himself. He bent over the laptop, quickly and quietly navigating the keys and touchpad to get into the police mainframe. He found anything related to himself, including the current paper file that Randy had, and deleted them. While those removed, he took the hard copies and teleported them to his apartment; which he'd visit after he took care of Randy. |
Alexa wiggled from Randy's arms and ran inside. "Damn it!" He ran after the dog. "Alexa!" He ran into the living room, his eyes went to the laptop and it was deleting files. He didn't notice the Alexa stopped, so he tripped over her and ran into something in front of his laptop. He fell backwards and landed on his butt, "What the...?" He looked in front of him and didn't see anything. His laptop made a noise and he cursed under his breath. He moved and pulled the laptop closer to him and started typing quickly. He left out a sigh of relief when he stopped it before to much information was deleted.
Alexa started to bark loudly again. Randy groaned, "There is nothing there." He pulled out his gun and quickly turned off the safety and shot. There was a very thick tree in front of his house so the bullet wouldn't go far. He looked at the window and didn't see a bullet hole, but he saw a small amount of blood trickling from the air. "Oh..... fuck....." |
Solomon jumped a bit as the dog came running in, right as he almost got the keyboard locked. He growled at the dog pushing her back with his telekinesis. He didn't want the dog tackling him. It was bad enough that Randy stopped the laptop's operation and before he could take his focus off the dog, he found himself being crashed into by the man and shortly after, shot and none the less in the neck. He took in a breath with a wince, allowing himself to be seen by Randy and the dog while the blood trickled down his arm. Now, he was irritated.
He narrowed his red eyes. Before he would fix Randall's memories, he'd make the man understand that he did not appreciate being shot. He had to admit, the man had a good aim, even for a blind shot. He let out an irritated growl as the wound on his neck healed up. He pulled a handkerchief from his vest pocket, whipping the blood from his neck, even though his shirt was stained and ruined anyway. He replaced the little piece of cloth into his vest pocket, glaring down at Randy while he locked the dog's feet in place with some telekinesis, "I really did not appreciate that.." |
Randy's eyes widened when he saw the black hared male started to appear. His mouth dropped when he saw the wound heal, he was at a loss for words. Then he realized that the males eyes were red. He scoffed and stood up, "Excuse me? Who is the one who broke into my house?" He put his gun back into its holder. "And how...?" He leaned forward a bit. "Your the guy from the convenience store." He mused aloud. "How did you do that?" He pointed to the males neck, where the bullet hole was a few moments ago.
Alexa yelped when she couldn't move, she whimpered for help. |
Solomon pinched the bridge of his nose as the dog whined, shooting her a glare with a growl before addressing Randy, who was still on the floor. The man would suddenly feel a pressure in his head while Solomon forced himself into his mind, "I think you owe me a few answers first." He pointed to the laptop, a few keys clicking as he typed on them with telekinesis; bringing up the page with the 1914 article. "How did you come across this? This article was never printed and released." His eye twitched a bit as the dog persisted her incant whining.
He wrapped a bit of telekinesis around her, lifting her up and sending her out of the room and outside, shutting the door before releasing her. He let out a sigh, relieved at the new found quiet. He looked back to Randy, "There's only one copy of that article and it is currently in my possession...so..how..did..you..get it..?" He stepped forward, looking down at him with dark red eyes. |
Randy crossed his arms in annoyance on how none of his questions were answered. "I..." He started but got cut off by his dog. He rubbed his temples, relishing in the quiet. He looked up at the slightly taller male, "I found it on... the... internet..." He wasn't scared by this person. In fact he was intrigued by him. "I was working on a case and I stumbled across it in one of my searches." He shook his head. "Now that I gave you your answers, give me mine." His emerald green eyes narrowed up at the male.
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Solomon growled again, closing his eyes in annoyance, "The internet...I hate the internet.." And he had every right. With the internet, it was so hard to keep things under wraps these days. If a vampire was careless, a video would end up on Youtube for a few hours before it could get taken care of, and by then, the damage was done. His eyes opened, returning to their traditional icy blue color. Faster than what Randall's eyes could see, he swiped the gun from the man, not really looking forward to the possibility of being shot again. He examined the weapon, "I wasn't finished with my questions Randall, so I suggest you don't take that tone with me. His eyes flashed red as he glanced up to the man again before throwing the gun aside.
"What case are you working on? You mentioned it at the store..tell me all of the information you know...and I'll know if you're hiding something.." Suddenly, an invisible force would tighten around the human's skull, forcing him down to his knees. He stepped off to the side, going back to the detective's computer while he went back to erasing the information he needed. He also hacked the site where the article was posted, gathering the location of it's owner and committing it to memory. He'd pay that person a visit next. |
"Your in my house Solomon." Randy glared back at the man. He didn't really care that his gun was taken from him, he wasn't gonna do anything to try and get away. He grunted as he was forced to his knees, his eyes went to the computer as the male started the erasing again. "N-..no don't... Your gonna get me fired!" He yelled. He winced when he tried to stand, "Stop! I like my job!" He tried to move but he felt a painful pinch on his brain every time he did.
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Solomon sighed, glancing back, "I could care less about your job.. After a few minutes, the computer was silent and the fans slowed down as they were no longer needed to keep the CPU cooled while it worked. With a slight 'hhmm', he quickly navigated through a few menus of the computer, then stepped away as the screen went black, white text scrolling along the screen at a rapid rate as it went to destroy all the files on the hard drive. While it worked, he turned to face Randy again, "You are in my city Randall..."
The pressure increased on his head every time the man moved to get up, but on the final try, it remained, tightening even more, "Answer my question Randy...you do not want me to force it from you." Now, these sorts of things were hardly in Solomon's personality..but..his race was at risk. He could not allow the vampire race to be exposed at any cost. He had learned once before what happens when you get humans involved...and it was a painful lesson. A flicker of sadness came across his face as the brief thought entered his mind before being replaced by an emotionless expression. "If you want answers to your questions..." |
Randy's mouth dropped when he saw the black screen and that his hard drive was being erased. "Y-..you fucker! Pictures of my parents... My sister... Gone..." He slumped in his spot. He sat there defeated, not really caring that his brain felt like it was in a vice. "J-..just do whatever you want... You will anyway..." He closed his eyes. "I don't care." He waved off the male.
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"You are absolutely no fun Randall.." He rolled his eyes as he felt the man give up. He turned back to the computer once he heard it power down, touching the touch pad softly, heating up the inside to a point where the internal components would melt. Recovery of the items on the drive would be impossible. As the man mentioned what was on the drive he clenched his teeth, turning rather quickly and angrily. "Don't even begin to give me that sob story Randall..." With another growl, he ran his hands through his hair, releasing Randy's mind. While he was beyond irritated that he was not getting answers, he could relate to the man. His hand, as it cleared his head, almost trailed to his wallet. As he realized this, he almost slapped himself, shoving his hands into his front pant pockets.
"I would rather not....damage you....and trust me, you will not like it. Just tell me about the case Randall. I'll be on my way as soon as you do. Come on Randall..cooperate with me..." He lifted one hand from his pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose tightly. "I can't believe I'm even doing this..." He reopened his eyes, the one twitching slightly, "If you tell me about your case, I will tell you who you're looking for...I will help you close the case, and you'll keep your job..." |
"It's not a sob story Solomon... And please stop calling me Randall." Randy stood with a sigh when he felt his brain get released. His eyes opened to look at the male, "Even if I do close the case I will loose my job." He turned and headed to his bag that was by the TV. "Every computer that is used for the police department is low jacked. They will trace where the files were deleted from and then I will be canned." He knelt down and dug through his bag.
After a few moments Randy pulled out a manilla folder and walked over to Solomon. He held out the folder, "Now please get out of my house." He sighed and ran his other hand through his hair. |
Solomon snatched the folder, reading it over quickly, "Don't be so rude...jeez.." He tossed the folder onto the desk once he was finished for it with a curse in Romanian. Of all the vampires! He had to be the one that was careless. He paced in a few tight circles, "Dammit...I even remember her name.." It was his fault the police were investigating another 'vampire' case. He was so irritated with himself. "I should not have let Alicia distract me.." He turned to face the man, "I only call people by their full name when I'm irritated with them, Randy. Deal with it.." After a sigh, he shoved his hands back into his pockets, "Well, here I am..your infamous murderer..." He had no problem with 'turning himself in' he'd just break out in a few hours and disappear to London again.
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"I'm rude! Your the one...!" Randy trailed off taking a deep breath. He pinched his nose and sighed as the male spoke, not really paying attention to what the male was saying. He looked at him when he heard his name, "My mom always called me Randall, if I was in trouble or not." He ran his hand through his hair.
Randy shook his head when the male confessed, "Well then that is very interesting." He chuckled. He moved and grabbed his soda off of the coffee table. He took a drink and sat down on the couch, "I'm assuming that even if I would turn you in, you would somehow escape." He nodded. "Plus I don't want anything to happen to that nice ass of yours." He chuckled and took another drink of his soda. |
Solomon was about to comment, but he stopped as Randy mentioned his butt. He was slightly taken aback. "E-excuse me..." His eye twitched a bit and he quickly recomposed himself. "you're correct..I'd make my way out within the hour..." He ran his hand through his hair. Damn his..usually soft heart. "Since you..sort of answered my questions...I'll answer yours...I told you I would after all." He hated how he couldn't go back on his word. He was just that type of person. "Ask away..I suppose..." He sighed, hoping the man would just drop it and kick him out so he could lurk and adjust his memories once he had fallen asleep.
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"You heard me Solomon." Randy nodded. "Hmm, your very confident aren't you?" He chuckled. He mused for a moment, he had gotten his cockiness back. "Your a vampire aren't you? No human could do all of... That." He waved to where Solomon was when he ran into him. "Plus you have a weird feeling around you." He hummed.
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Solomon grinned, chuckling lightly, "I am insanely confident of my abilities..I've had over 550 years to practice my jail-breaking techniques." He removed his hands from his pockets and crossed them over his chest, raising a brow as Randy declared his thoughts. "No, I'm a magician...I'm very good at what I do.." He fought back a bit of laughter, "Yes..I'm a vampire..congratulations..do you want a prize?" His tone was heavily laced with sarcasm.
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"Mmm that's good. If you weren't I would have to kick you out of my house." Randy chuckled softly. "Wow... A magician... Impressive." He rolled his eyes playfully. He chuckled, "Well if your giving out prizes, let me see your cute little ass." He smirked. He leaned over and grabbed his gun, and quickly put it back in the holster.
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Solomon was frozen solid. He was hardly expecting that. With a slight shudder, he turned slightly to angle his backside away from Randy, "I don't think you've earned that privilege yet." He sighed deeply, "How about..instead..I show you a neat little trick." Suddenly a dark grin came upon his face, his eyes had a slight glow to them. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Before Randy could answer, he would feel a slight pressure on his head as Solomon forced himself into the man's mind. He quickly wormed around his memories, hauling out anything that had to do with Solomon and the case he was involved in. He also replaced the issue regarding the laptop with an intense fight with a masked burglar as he went to steal it and escaped. He was a bit ashamed to do this, he was rather surprised to find himself liking this man..a tad. He had an interesting sense of humor.
To make his story more believable, a few things in the house fell from their place and breaking. He went over to the laptop, closed the lid and picked it up as he looked back to Randy with a slight frown, "Too bad you won't remember that neat little trick..it's quite impressive." He shook his head, knocking the man out before disappearing. |
"Aww, so mean." Randy chuckled. He opened his mouth to say something but got cut off by a large pressure in his brain. He grabbed his head, it hurt, there was not doubt about that. His head turned to the side, he was dazed and confused. "Whaaa?" He managed to squeak out before he fell to the side unconscious.
*** A few hours later: Randy rolled over on the couch, which caused him to fall off of it. He groaned and held his head, "What the fuck?" He mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes. He could hear Alexa barking and whining at the patio door. He slowly got up off of the floor, taking assessment of the damage from the robbery. "Damn it..." Randy groaned as he slowly walked to the patio door. He opened it, "What you damn dog?" He was really irritated right now. He had a major headache and he was nearly robbed. |
Solomon sighed deeply as he appeared at his apartment. He wouldn't have long until someone from the office would react to the fact that a man that 'doesn't exist' is residing in their complex. With a slight shake of his head, he gathered up his things into the three suitcases, two of them containing clothes. He was not worried about his cars, as they were registered with his address in London having been shipped over when he moved here. He decided though, rather than go back to London, he'll book a room in a hotel for a few weeks. He needed to keep an eye on Randall for awhile, just to make sure his manipulation took hold. He didn't expect any problems, unless the man happened to see Solomon on accident.
He lightly touched each suitcase, teleporting them to the trunk of his Porsche. Once all three were gone, he let out a slight yawn. He hadn't used this much power in a long time. He would need to feed after the sun had set...and this time he'd be careful. He wouldn't let Alicia distract him. With a sigh, he headed downstairs twirling the keys to the black Porsche around his finger. He quickly got into the vehicle after he made his other two appear back in London, and drove off. He pulled into the lot of the closest hotel, heading inside to the front desk and checking in. Now, he wasn't in a fancy five star hotel, which was perfectly acceptable to him. He only required three stars to be comfortable. Why spend the extra money for services he'd never use? He hauled his bags up to his room on the third floor after paying with a card registered under his England identity. He quickly set his bags into the tiny open closet then flopped on the bed, closing his eyes. What a day... |
*** A few days past by and Randy was surprised that he was almost fired, but he explained to the Chief that his house was broken into and that the robber must have wiped out someones file. It was a Saturday and he was sitting in a small cafe drinking a cup of coffee while looking for a new laptop. The damn burglar stole his last one. He was glad to find that he had his pictures backed up on a USB drive, but just his pictures. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he looked over the prices, they had gotten cheaper but a little more expensive then his last one. |
Solomon let you a heavy sigh running his hand through his hair as he stepped into the cafe. He hardly noticed the detective as he walked by, focused on getting some coffee. He went up to the counter, smiling slightly as the girl greeted him, "Mornin'..20 oz black coffee please... He handed her the exact change and waited for her to fetch his coffee. Once he had it, he moved away, sitting a few tables away from Randall, his eyes closed. He rested his hand on the cup of coffee lightly, resting his head on his other. He was planning on leaving for London in a few days now...America was irritating him.
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Randy looked up when he heard the door open, his eyebrow raised when he saw the black hared male walk in. He looked familiar, maybe he had seen him on the street or something. He shook his head and went back to his adds. But something was off about that man.
Suddenly a brown hared girl known as Alicia appeared sitting in front of Solomon. She made sure to block herself from the humans, "So your going back to London." She crossed her arms. "Without saying goodbye?" She shook her head. "Your an ass Solomon." |
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