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exsilium2013-06-01 02:12 pm
allucinator) wrote in exsilium2013-06-01 02:12 pm
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[Jack appears on the network. It looks as if he isn't aware he's being filmed at first; he glances around him nervously, his eyes darting from place to place.]
So-- right. You guys don't got no newsies, yeah? But I'm grown outta that business anyway, so I figure, I'll do somethin' else anyway.
[And now he focuses on the camera. His eyes are a little sunken in; his cheekbones jut out sharply from his face. The entire effect is unpleasant; he looks like he hasn't slept or eaten in quite some time. Carefully, each movement deliberate, he takes a cigarette out of his pocket; his gaze focuses on that as he speaks.]
I draw pictures. Real good, if I do say so myself. Do paints, too. You want your picture done? You want your wall painted? Maybe you're in theater, you want some sets done, or maybe you want somebody to put a, a, a mural on your wall. If it's somethin' to do with art, I can do it. I don't give a damn what it is. I'll paint you and your stupid girlfriend if you want, 's long as you pay me. Name's Jack Kelly.
[He nods sharply, once, and lights up the cigarette.]
An' in personal business, a couple thin's: this gun's good an' all, but I'm in the knives business, meself. Anybody sellin' any good blades? I don't mean no stores, all right, I ain't lookin' for no directions to no weapons shops. I'm talkin' about the good stuff, the stuff you get on the streets. I don't got much money yet, but like I said, I got a few skills I can exchange.
An' speakin' o' them: I hear I got some roommates. Miss, uh, Galadriel and some guy named Guy? Well, I ain't gonna be in at all. Not for sleepin', anyway. So don't trouble yourself with that, when you don't see me come in.
[A deliberate pause. He exhales a lungful of smoke and watches it drift upwards before adding:]
Asano Rin. I got a bone to pick with you, and I think you know why.
So-- right. You guys don't got no newsies, yeah? But I'm grown outta that business anyway, so I figure, I'll do somethin' else anyway.
[And now he focuses on the camera. His eyes are a little sunken in; his cheekbones jut out sharply from his face. The entire effect is unpleasant; he looks like he hasn't slept or eaten in quite some time. Carefully, each movement deliberate, he takes a cigarette out of his pocket; his gaze focuses on that as he speaks.]
I draw pictures. Real good, if I do say so myself. Do paints, too. You want your picture done? You want your wall painted? Maybe you're in theater, you want some sets done, or maybe you want somebody to put a, a, a mural on your wall. If it's somethin' to do with art, I can do it. I don't give a damn what it is. I'll paint you and your stupid girlfriend if you want, 's long as you pay me. Name's Jack Kelly.
[He nods sharply, once, and lights up the cigarette.]
An' in personal business, a couple thin's: this gun's good an' all, but I'm in the knives business, meself. Anybody sellin' any good blades? I don't mean no stores, all right, I ain't lookin' for no directions to no weapons shops. I'm talkin' about the good stuff, the stuff you get on the streets. I don't got much money yet, but like I said, I got a few skills I can exchange.
An' speakin' o' them: I hear I got some roommates. Miss, uh, Galadriel and some guy named Guy? Well, I ain't gonna be in at all. Not for sleepin', anyway. So don't trouble yourself with that, when you don't see me come in.
[A deliberate pause. He exhales a lungful of smoke and watches it drift upwards before adding:]
Asano Rin. I got a bone to pick with you, and I think you know why.
oh my god they're adorable
[He nods once, checking both papers, before taking the doodles and pocketing them.]
Gimmie-- I dunno-- a week to finish the pencil drawin's, and then I'll start paintin'.
a thousand apologies for the late late late wrap up
Haytham Kenway. The man with the video message in the machine.
[He nudges the paper back, along with the knife. Reaching to his side, he draws a coin bag out and shakes out most of its marques contents onto the table. That is definitely more than one month's pay from the Initiative. The few marques remaining are set aside to cover the drink.]
I will see to it that you receive the rest of the knives shortly, and once you are finished with the paintings, I will have more of their money for you.
[He stands slowly and turns the chair back around.]
Thank you, Jack Kelly. You do me a great service. I will be in contact with you again soon.
[Like in a couple months. Shame on him.
But with that he abruptly takes his leave, slipping out through the front door and heading off on his way.]