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[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

Date: May 12, morning
Location: Restaurant
Status: Public
Summary: Exploring the manor... Coffee sounds like a good start. Feel free to drop in!


If he had ever been a morning person, he certianly no longer was. Somehow his body managed to stiffen up over night, and it took him far longer than he liked to get into any kind of shape in which he was willing to face people. In his former trade, showing weakness more often than not meant you were dead. Carefully, he went through the stretches and exercises that had kept him in shape since long before the first of his assignments had gone awry. By the time he had reached the last of the kata he preferred to start his day, he was feeling almost human again.

He took a quick shower then and dressed in black jeans and awashed-out shirt that had once been red. It had the advantage of buttoning tight at the wrists and high up at the neck. Plastic surgery had taken care of the scars on his face, but the rest of his body still looked like a battlefield, burned, torn open, shot at, stabbed and cut open for surgery to repair the damage done. Distinctive marks of the kind someone in his trade - his former trade, he corrected himself - shouldn't show because they were too easy to recognise. Old habits died hard.

Well, two days into his retirement was maybe a bit early to change all that much anyway.

He grinned as he thought it, and took three more things with him: a butterfly knife that he attached to his belt, a small pistol that went into a concealed sheath, and a fountain pen that was actually an injection needle that would send anyone to sleep who was stabbed with it. He put that in the breast pocket of his shirt.

Then he went downstairs. As far as he remembered, the restaurant opened early and offered coffee. Coffee seemed to be a fitting start into the day.

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[birdhunter.livejournal.com]

The restaurant was indeed open, and it had coffee. This was proved well enough by the young man sitting at one of the tables, occasionally taking a sip of his coffee. He was reading the business pages, rather more intensely than people might have expected of someone who appeared to be in his mid-teens at most. Then, most typical teens would not have been up yet, not if they didn't have to.

Hearing someone entering, Artemis looked up from the newspaper, vaguely curious about the new face.

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

A boy was sitting at one of the tables when he entered the restaurant, reading the newspaper. It was something he might have noticed even if he had not been used to taking note of anything that was at all out of the ordinary.

He walked over to the table. "Hi," he said. "School assignment?" he pointed at the paper.

[birdhunter.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes," replied Artemis, his tone perfectly serious. "My music teacher gets quite irate if I don't keep track of my investments."

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

Murdoc raised a wondering eyebrow. His music teacher?

"I take it he has some knowledge of business then," he said. "I definitely approve of young people showing an interest in their own affairs rather than relying on others. May I sit?" He indicated a free chair at the table.

The boy looked like - well, like a boy. Then again he had once posed as women if that got him places easier than appearing male, and no one would ever have guessed. He could imagine ways enough in which a young adult could use a clever hair cut, posture and a little make-up to turn himself into a teen that everyone would underestimate.

/hijack

[misterbkeele.livejournal.com]

Strictly speaking, Barnaby could go quite a while without rest before his body's demands were too hard to ignore. As a matter of fact, he had spent the last week out of town frantically catching up on work and he hadn't slept for the last three days. Or four. He'd lost track.

The demon gave a terse nod at the two upon entering the restaurant (at any other time, the older man might have piqued his interest; he had an air about him that was not entirely benign). He ordered coffee then slumped on an empty table with his head in his arms, as if he was about to fall asleep then and there.

Re: /hijack

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

Since the boy seemed to be quite unresponsive now, Murdoc turned his head to follow the other man's progress to a table.

"Long night?" he asked sympathetically.