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The Spark (Part 1 of The E.D.E.N. Project)
"I doubt it. I wanted a job, to get even with Simpcon so I can stop having to kill a new programmer every week," Renn growled, annoyed. "I just want everything to be square."
"Of course my name isn't Vlad," Renn said. "And I've got something you want."
Surkhab wrote: "Maisie face-palmed herself. She smacked Leo on the head. "Do you see that? There's someone down there with Zena? Do you know him?" She asked."
"Ow!" Leo rubbed the back of his head as he looked down. "No. I don't know him, you? You're Zena's best friend, remember? Zena and I, we don't have any connection other than kicks, glares and a looks that form three words: Go to Hell," Leo grumbled, peering at a guy than seemed shorter than him.
"Ow!" Leo rubbed the back of his head as he looked down. "No. I don't know him, you? You're Zena's best friend, remember? Zena and I, we don't have any connection other than kicks, glares and a looks that form three words: Go to Hell," Leo grumbled, peering at a guy than seemed shorter than him.
((Oh, it just says in his profile that he's 6'4".))
Surkhab wrote: "Maisie rolled her eyes. "Remember that we're not besties anymore? And I wouldn't have asked you if I knew who he was." She said."
"Fine. Moi=stupid, Maisie=genius. Happy?" Leo retorted, leaning on the rail, watching the show. "He looks like a Bleeder and a Freelancer... Good replacement for Ruth, huh?"
"Fine. Moi=stupid, Maisie=genius. Happy?" Leo retorted, leaning on the rail, watching the show. "He looks like a Bleeder and a Freelancer... Good replacement for Ruth, huh?"
"Before I show you the goods, I gotta get my guarantee that you'll stop sending goons after me," Renn said, scowling.
"I meant, your whole group," Renn growled. "I don't care individually. In fact, if I did, I'd just kill him and be done with it, but I've got a non-violent alternative and I'm waving it in your face. So do we have a deal?"
"Good," Renn said reaching into his jacket and pulling out some rolled up parchment. "This is a map to a large howler camp that's been terrorizing Simpcon."
"Why do you want to know where that is?" Renn asked, tossing her the map. He remembered exactly where Simpcon HQ was, but he wasn't going to tell her that just yet.
"Well, now that we're square, I don't really have a reason to stick around, so..." Renn said, turning. ((I kinda want a Renn/Zena thing to go on.))
Renn looked back at her. "And why would you care? I'm none of your concern," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"I can handle myself," Renn said, crossing his arms.
"I found a spot the lasted for a couple months," Renn protested. "You know what? Fine, I'll shadow you," he said, giving up.
"Inside source," Renn said. "A lot of people owe me."
"Hey, just because I'm a freelancer I don't have to be trouble. If I take on some jobs for Simpcon, they'll like the fact that you're keeping me on their side," Renn protested, easily hearing her.
"McKay? Never met her, but heard of her. Bender chick, right?" Renn asked, walking behind her. "Honestly, I seem to have forgotten my manners."
"Hmm," Renn mused. "Well, in any case, where are we going?" he asked.
"Ah, so we're wandering. Can't you just, smell them?" Renn asked, scratching his chin.
"I would be able to, but I don't recognize the scents," Renn said. "What do you mean by manually? Go door to door?"
"I don't know who Leo is, but I smell it. So, that's where we go?" Renn asked, looking somewhat bored.
Renn walked behind her, wondering why she was doing this for him. Most people would just let him go off and risk his life.
Renn nodded, and followed her, not caring where they went. ((I'm gonna go take a shower.))
Renn sat down beside her, sighing. He should've bailed by now. ((Wait, I don't get it, are freelancers neutral, or against simpcon?))
((Oh, then I need to change it so he's neutral.))"Have you ever fed from a bleeder?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. "You only need a drop to be satisfied."
((I wrote neutral.))"Of course," Renn said, pressing his thumb nail into his index finger. A small bit of blood welled up on his finger.
((Kay.))"You're very welcome, although you drank more than needed. Only older bleeders usually need that much," Renn said, frowning.
"That's why I stock up," Renn said. "I bottle blood," he explained, pulling out a small vial.
"Because, if I had let you drink my vials, I wouldn't have them in an emergency," Renn explained. "And besides, doesn't my blood taste much better than a humans?" he asked teasingly.
"You're the one who was hungry," Renn said. "What do you mean, what now?" he asked. "You're the one who's supposed to be leading me."
"And here I thought I came here trying to change that," Renn said, the corner of his lip twitching in annoyance. "And, who is Ruth?" he asked.
"And why is a freelancer important to you? I thought you WEREN'T a traitor?" Renn asked. ((Gtg))
((Back.))"Ah, so it's a debt to a friend," Renn said, hitting the nail on the head. "I had friends once."
((All of my convos have come to a screeching halt. Alessia, you want to RP in FL?))
"I don't. It's been much more entertaining with you," Renn said, sighing. "How long have you been a bleeder?" he asked.
"Interesting depends on perspective. I've been a bleeder since I was 17," Renn said. "I'll tell you how long exactly if you promise not to call me an old man, or be grossed out, because I still am a teen, in bleeder years. And I'm definitely insane."
"Let's see... I've been a bleeder... 204 years," Renn said, waiting for her reaction. He hated being called old, or people looking at him like he was an abomination. He did like jealous looks because of his features and longevity.
"And the world grows even more boring, I'm afraid," Renn said, sighing. "It's only recently gotten interesting," he continued, smiling. He was extremely happy she'd been cool with it.
"The difference is this huge feud. It's getting more serious," Renn said. "And the people are more interesting. Like you, Simpcon agent," he said, not knowing her name yet.
"I was," Axel said. He missed the old world. Missed his family. "What do you wanna know?" he asked, sighing. "And thanks." ((How long ago did it go to sh*t?))
"You had skyscrapers, like the citadel, all over the world, in cities, whole groups of them, bustling with people," Renn started. "Then, if you went to the country, you saw fields, where farmers grew crops, and raised livestock, like cows. It wasn't perfect, but there was beauty everywhere. You just had to look," he finished, nostalgic.
"There were, but it was different. The people felt safer then, more secure," Renn answered. "Their families went out into battle, to protect their loved ones."
"I've been on the run for two centuries. Of course I do. Even when the world wasn't horrid, they still came after me," Renn said sadly. He had been the only vampire he'd seen back then. The others had been better at hiding themselves, until he learned, right before the world became ruined.
"I don't really know. How about, when we reach the top floor, we look down the railings and shout down the question," Leo said, pressing seven rapidly, unable to stop because of the previous events. With another 'ting' the doors slid open and Leo made his way to the railings.
"HEY! VINCENT SOLER! ARE YOU SURE YOUR APARTMENT IS SAFE? WE JUST MET YOU SO DON'T EXPECT US TO GET TOO WARM WITH YOU. SO, ANSWER: IS YOUR APARTMENT SAFE?" Leo hollered down.