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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2014 18:38:44 GMT -8
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] LET BYGONES BE BYGONES [attr="class","next"]It was stressful, to say the least... Despite putting on a grin the majority of the time, Romulus often found himself more and more worried over the tiniest things. These worries brought on further desires to smoke, making him run out of cigarette packs faster and thus making him buy more. It was a constant cycle of breathing in death, but at the very least he did his best to do it away from others... though it was highly doubtful that the smell could ever be removed even from his own skin, let alone his clothes.
Ignoring such painful details, he was otherwise fine. He took on more hours than he probably should, as always, and ended up sleeping at his desk for short periods of time before resuming his job. More than anything he wanted to build up something for his two grandsons to fall back on should they ever need to. Great grandfather, right? Well, he wouldn't agree with you. His reason for doing this in the first place is to make up for his horrific absence in the majority of their lives.
For now, he was feeling a bit short of breath as he wandered the streets of Notting Hill. A bench suited him just fine as he plopped down and leaned back, inhaling deeply as if oxygen was scarce to him... Which, knowing his recent record of smoking, could very well be the case.
”Ahh... I need a vacation.” He grumbled the words as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes for just a moment... Well, what seemed like a moment. Actually, he ended up falling asleep relatively quickly there on that bench. Go figure. [newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #cba887;[/newclass]
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Post by Nicoleta on Aug 5, 2014 11:38:27 GMT -8
"You do."
Nicoleta was leaning in, her arms resting on the back surface of the bench. Her breath was fragranced with nicotine and alcohol, but her eyes looked sharp enough for reason. How she got here was the mystery, but she bet that Romulus was used to this already. No one could understand how or why she was able to do this so often, but it added a hue to her stylish mystique.
"Damn, he's asleep." She chuckled, then she readjusted the black leather coat so that the hood fell to her shoulders. With ease, she pushed herself over the bench and sat down next to the man. Like the deviant she was, Nicoleta's dark ensemble only gave half to a man's imagination--her cleavage was as defined as her eyeliner. She already knew he was probably going to zip up her coat--and she probably wouldn't care, as long as she wasn't going to zip it up herself.
Draping her arms back on the bench, she leaned back and crossed a leg over the other. Her heeled boot rhythmically tapped in the air. She inspected him, chewing her gum loudly as she did. Stupid old guy. He was the chief of the police, and here he was, sleeping out here in the open as if he was a homeless bloke. The thought of him getting injured irritated her, which made Nicoleta reposition herself to a tense posture. With both feet planted on the ground, she folded her arms under her chest and frowned. She leaned down and craned her head at an angle to clearly see his face. Yep, he's down.
Nicoleta gave him a shake; then she shook him harder. She snapped several times in front of his face, poked his temple roughly (his head merely swayed to the side and snapped back, like jello). She groaned, deep from the throat of her irritation.
"Old man," she drawled. "I know you're not dead, come on, wake up, dammit."
If she could, she would punch him. Although he looked gruff and big, she surmised that one punch would take the wind out of him, and he could break a vessel. That was the last thing she wanted from the Chief of Police--someone important.
She looked around, and her eyes seemed to glow. If she had cat ears, it would perk as a mischievous grin smudged on her lips. Nicoleta spun around, jumped over the bench, and then stopped at the base of a tree. The woman looked up, glanced back at the moveless figure, and then began her ascent up the tree. When she found a comfortable branch that was way high enough, she leaned back and made her roost.
The area up here was mostly covered by foliage, but there was a big enough opening to have a clear view of Romulus. She stretched lazily on the branch, yawned, and then wiped her eye. And with that, she let out a shrill, blood-curling scream.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2014 13:28:57 GMT -8
Alfred meandered through a street that a certain movie was named after. He was surprised that he even remember that much. Not only did the film come out while he was a preteen, but he never really was all that into romantic comedies. He much preferred action movies, especially if they happened to star famous names from the Marvel and/or DC comic universes. Nevertheless, the name 'Notting Hill' stirred up the memory of said movie, and Alfred decided to check out the area on the behest of his aunt, who particularly enjoyed the movie and wanted him to send her a few souvenirs. As it was his day off, he supposed he could do a bit of shopping. The sooner he did so, the shorter the time he had to listen to his aunt's continued requests.
As he was walking, he came across a rather peculiar scene - His boss, the chief of police, sprawled out on a bench asleep. Alfred laughed at the sight. He wondered if he should take a picture for future use. He still didn't know his boss well enough to know how well he could take a joke, but if he ever found himself in trouble with the chief of police, having a picture of said chief sleeping soundly on a bench in Notting Hill might come in handy. He toyed with his phone for a few moments before he decided to think on it. He'd go and pick up his aunt's souvenir and if he came back and the chief was still sleeping, he'd snap a picture.
As it turned out, it didn't even take that long. He'd only made it ten or so feet away, trying to decide which stall to enter first. He heard a scream from behind him that made him turn around at once. While he wasn't the only one (a scream like that caused all sorts of heads to turn), he immediately went running for the source of the noise, about to retrieve a gun from his holster that wasn't there (as he was off duty)...only to see nothing peculiar in the direction of the commotion. "...oh." Alfred was confused, to say the least, and wondered what was going on.
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