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Demetrio Fortuna | Portugal | Here's Portugal's, sorry its short

"Anyone can fake a smile"

So they could, and truth be told, Demetrio had many times during the course of this working career at the casino. He had to master many skills to keep from being found that he worked for the government. But it also helped that he was known for blank faces otherwise, a nice neutral expression when not working when a long way to helping his own sanity. This man though, he didn’t seem to realize that yes, even of smiles were fake, it would help in the long run with many things. Like tips for example. Make people think you were smiling at them and they were more than willing to part with their pounds. Also if you fake a smile long enough, it had been shown to help with your mood.

"Do you always give out life advice?"

Demetrio felt the man's eyes look him over and with this; he let a slight curl to his lips form. If the man wanted to take a conversation as life advice, then the blond was more than free to. Shrugging, he crossed his legs, so his right ankle rested on top of the other knee, and he contemplated. This man was very interesting… also seemed to be likely to try to pick a fight… though Demetrio didn’t know if this man did it on purpose or not.

"Just trying to chat. Not every day I meet a man who's hair looks like it would stab someone, though it looks soft enough I would enjoy it. Though a fake smile can usually get the ladies spending.... and the gentleman too sometimes.... if you know what I mean"

A wink was thrown in the man’s direction..... He realized he really needed to get a name. It was hard to think of him without a name to go with the face.

"Call me Demetrio by the way, Deme for short, though I pretty much answer to anything reasonable."

Before and after the times Demetrio had to take the stage, he scouted the casino on the basis of first getting to know the layout of where he worked, then finding stuff that he needed to do in the areas where he had determine the high likely of criminal activity would occur. Eventually, though, he had one costumer that wasn’t a normal costumer that had information specifically for him; one person at the agency who knew he was a sleeper agent that was allowed to bring him updates had visited him. It was odd for him to have this person drop in, but he would take what was given and decide what he should do with the information. Once she had left with the bit of money the agency could still provide him in these clandestine meetings of payment for services provide, he took the letter and read it, surprised at the information. Apparently one of his fellow workers was also an agent, but not a sleeper like him. Knowing he needed to keep an eye on her, for that would be the only reason he would have been provided her name, he quickly burned the letter with his lighter before heading out to his apartment.

That had been a few weeks ago, and either the agency knew that something was going to happen or it was just the luck of the timing, but Demetrio was glad that he had been alerted to her presence. After one of her performances, he saw flowers being delivered to her dressing room. While this wasn’t unusual, and he would normally not pay any attention to it since he had flowers every so often himself, the timing of the agency sent off warning bells in his head. So he continued to watch, night after night, during his own performances with the crowd and at the back of the room during hers. Every night, he saw one guy sending flowers to her, always with a certain look on his face that gradually changed from admiration to something that sent chills down his spine. He kept watch over this man and his fellow worker, determined to protect her if she needed help. He didn’t want to overstep their boundaries.

But the time came when the man didn’t send flowers after the performance, but left instead. This act alone had the trained man on high alert. He had learned how to read humans, and while he didn’t always use these skills, he used them tonight. The sudden change in the habitual behavior was a signal that the man had made up his mind about something, something that would probably be dangerous for her. All that Demetrio knew he could do right now was wait. Eventually she left the casino for the night and saw the shadow slip behind her. Carefully becoming the shadow of the shadow, he gritted his teeth, knowing there had to be a real threat before he could do anything. This cat and mouse game lasted for a few blocks before the confrontation began.

"He'll like me. Let's go, I'm curious about what kind of place you live in."

Walking behind the man, he carefully removed the gun from his pocket, and held the muzzle to the man’s back, cocking it loudly for everyone to hear in the silence of the night. Using his free hand, he grabbed the man’s shoulder and pulled him close; making sure the man felt the weapon on his mid back.

“The lady said she didn’t want you around. Now, I suggest leaving and never returning to the casino, and never bother her again. You wouldn’t want to find yourself missing a certain part of your anatomy now, would you? Now, apologize.”

Demetrio wouldn’t normally be that violent or this rough sounding, but someone had threatened a fellow agent and he had to keep his own identity undercover. Plus he despised creatures such as the one in front of him. He had to be the dominate one in this exchange, make the man fear bothering her again; it was the only way to get through to these types of men.

“Well, apologize and leave before I give you another hole in your body.”

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(If you need me to change something, tell me please.)

This situation was so very odd to him. Usually, when he wanted to read a book, Demetrio went to the library to check out a book, he actually preferred it that way. They slightly reminded him of his old home in Lisbon. The first deep breath, inhaling the slightly musty smell of books was familiar, comforting. Unknown to many, he loved reading, though he really didn’t have any specific genre he liked above all else, so sometimes getting books was hard.

Though this book series, this was different. He had read all the previous works at the library, but this new release had a waiting list. But perhaps that was one way to tell that he had come to enjoy a really good book series. It was ridiculous how many people wanted this book. That was the reason why he was out on a dreary day like this; fighting through the throng of people for a chance to get the book and loose himself in the story of that character, forget his own responsibilities for a time.

A certain light appeared in his eyes as he spotted the last copy of the book tucked away between two other ones. Careful not to hurt anyone, he actually smiled when he was in reaching distance. Demetrio could smell the sweet new book smell already and he longed to bury his nose in between the pages and let himself be transported to another world. It was odd at how ink on paper could bring a simple pleasure to one’s life, but it was one Demetrio was glad to indulge in.

Carefully, his hand reached for the book, fingers ready to curl around the edges, he only needed a few more seconds before the book was his.... he could only hope fate was on his side.

How about you start the one for nesia and port... it could be just a lone guy who has an obsession with her? they can get kinda crazy. but that can happen later in the thread so we have plenty of time to discuess it. get them meeting first.

And i can start the one with ukraine.... though it'll be something other than 50 shades, hes not gonna give them money... i got a good book series in mind. does ukraine like stuff with vampires? (and no its not twilight)

What does she do there? They could tell him about her but he'd try to approach her carefully, because i do believe sleeper agent's aren't supposed to be known by anyone besides there boss. Would be funny if they make friends but he was just keeping an eye on her and she didn't know he was until like someone makes an attempt on her or something.

An that would work, it be very interesting actually.