Post by Sir Ragnarok Leonhart on Oct 15, 2011 19:08:50 GMT -5
While the streets were a dangerous part of London, the redhead found himself unperturbed by the darkness of alleyways. He had lived in these very streets some few years ago, throwing himself into prostitution in order to get by with his younger brother. He knew where to go, and where not to go, and where to hide should he need to.
Even though he had gotten himself out of the streets, and into a residence in the city, the long-haired man still frequented the dark streets of London city. It was a great place to find information. Many people lived in these decrepit homes, even if they could afford more, because they wished to blend in more, and because shady businesses tended to run in the dangerous parts of cities... and it was the dodginess of these people that made the streets a dark spot on a map.
Ragnarok's grey eyes watched the hurried figure of a man dart down an alleyway. A small smirk twitched his lips as he followed, slipping out of the small crowd of people and down the alley. He soon caught up with the man, and he didn't even realise that he had been caught, until he was slammed against a wall with gloved hands pinned on either side of his head.
"So," there was a slight twitch to Ragnarok's body as he glared at the ever so slightly taller male, "You knew I was going to come after you soon, so you decided to make a break for it while you still could. Unfortunately for you, I found you." The man quivered under Ragnarok's cold stare, and it was obvious he was nervous.
"I-I-I ain't got no information fer ya!" The man tried to make himself sound as confident and brave as he could, but the attempt failed at his stutter.
"And that means, you do have information for me," Ragnarok saw the man's eyes widen, and another smirk pulled at his lips. He forced himself to keep a face of cold steel, stepping back a little to allow the man some space. When interrogating someone, it was useful to intimidate them, but he needed the man to relax for now, after that initial scare. "Who kidnapped my brother--" the mercenary's words were cut off when he heard a loud crash in the street nearby, and his head snapped to the side to glare at the location of the noise.
At this distraction, the whimpering wreck of a man fled at a surprisingly quick speed. When Ragnarok realised what was happening, he sped after him, but soon enough, he was gone, leaving Ragnarok completely and utterly irritated at the lack of progress he had made today.
The redhead glared at the street and alleyways ahead of him, a light growl escaping his body. He could seriously kill someone right about now, though, actually...
He couldn't be bothered to go find a victim now...
Huffily, Ragnarok turned on the heel of his foot, about to journey back home. This day was not going to give him more opportunities, so he might as well give up for now.
Even though he had gotten himself out of the streets, and into a residence in the city, the long-haired man still frequented the dark streets of London city. It was a great place to find information. Many people lived in these decrepit homes, even if they could afford more, because they wished to blend in more, and because shady businesses tended to run in the dangerous parts of cities... and it was the dodginess of these people that made the streets a dark spot on a map.
Ragnarok's grey eyes watched the hurried figure of a man dart down an alleyway. A small smirk twitched his lips as he followed, slipping out of the small crowd of people and down the alley. He soon caught up with the man, and he didn't even realise that he had been caught, until he was slammed against a wall with gloved hands pinned on either side of his head.
"So," there was a slight twitch to Ragnarok's body as he glared at the ever so slightly taller male, "You knew I was going to come after you soon, so you decided to make a break for it while you still could. Unfortunately for you, I found you." The man quivered under Ragnarok's cold stare, and it was obvious he was nervous.
"I-I-I ain't got no information fer ya!" The man tried to make himself sound as confident and brave as he could, but the attempt failed at his stutter.
"And that means, you do have information for me," Ragnarok saw the man's eyes widen, and another smirk pulled at his lips. He forced himself to keep a face of cold steel, stepping back a little to allow the man some space. When interrogating someone, it was useful to intimidate them, but he needed the man to relax for now, after that initial scare. "Who kidnapped my brother--" the mercenary's words were cut off when he heard a loud crash in the street nearby, and his head snapped to the side to glare at the location of the noise.
At this distraction, the whimpering wreck of a man fled at a surprisingly quick speed. When Ragnarok realised what was happening, he sped after him, but soon enough, he was gone, leaving Ragnarok completely and utterly irritated at the lack of progress he had made today.
The redhead glared at the street and alleyways ahead of him, a light growl escaping his body. He could seriously kill someone right about now, though, actually...
He couldn't be bothered to go find a victim now...
Huffily, Ragnarok turned on the heel of his foot, about to journey back home. This day was not going to give him more opportunities, so he might as well give up for now.
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