City RP 2

A small smile spread across her lips at the feeling of a hand across her face. The touch was soft and gentle. Soothing. She was unaware, but aware all at the same time. Lily shifted slightly, and tugged the blanket up to her chin. Soon, the aroma of coffee tickled her nose. This brought a different kind of smile to her lips. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she sat up. The blanket seemed to hold onto her shoulder as she sat upright. She groggily brought her hands, clenched into light fists, up to her eyes to rub them gently. The smile still graced her lips as she looked to the kitchen, at Vic. "Morning.." She said softly as she brushed her hair back a bit.
 
The next morning light came assaulting in past the blinds from the rooms window and beaming down on Carl's face. He shrugged and turned on his side trying to get some more sleep but he already knew it would be in vain. Once his body was awake he was up and would not be able to return to the land of dreams. To bad he thought. He had a dream he was kissing the young woman he had set up the night before. She was cute he would give her that but with his line of work there was no line of romance. And besides he said out loud to himself as he yawned. She was not his type as well.

He rose out of bed and made it to the bathroom to do his morning business. Once he was finished he walked back and put his casual attire on and made it out onto the busy streets outside. He said good bye to the land lady who was still out whoring herself on the corner. Carl never minded much about that. It was all a way to eat, to have some food on the table he thought as he reached into his jackets pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a drag and exhale he remembered he had two extra pills in his front pocket as well. Maybe the weekend could still be fun he thought as he made it past the park he past the night before. He still didn't have any new assignments and with all the killing he did in the last couple of days he would want a vacation. The mob would never let him though. They would never let him leave.

Carl shrugged as he made his way back in the heart of the park. Past all the waking homeless drunks and junkies as their day would start off pan handling and scraping garbage for money. A simpler life Carl once contemplated it once before but he was convinced that he was not the same as them. No, I am no junkie but the truth was that Carl was much more of a junkie than these homeless civilization. When he was younger and was first working for the Irish mafia he was trying speed and heroin. He became addicted to them very fast like everyone else and killed for his fix. Today he has not used a needle in over six months but has moved to a crystal form of mdma which he carried with him. He finished his cig and tossed it away. He was depressed now and decided to stay and watch the birds fly over the lake.

"One day." He spoke staring up at the cloudy sky. "One day..This will all be over.." He wasn't sure what he meant, but he had wanted it for some time now.
 
The 11 year old boy walks through the same park and makes his way to the heart of it as well. He hears Carl say that sentence and looks to the sky seeing it's cloudy condition just as he saw. He then looks to the lake also seeing the birds fly over. At this moment he starts thinking about the two co-workers of his father's that he saw arguing back at his father's business location, knowing they were saying his father needed something done, having thought about it all that time as he walked around the city his father's business was located in, but wasn't sure what the thing his father needed done was. And the fact that his father was unaware of his existance as it is makes the 11 year old want more than ever to help his father out in getting this thing done but wasn't exactly sure where to start off at in doing it.
 
He looked over to the young girl on his couch. Out of his mouth hung spaghetti. And hotdogs. The hot dogs were uncooked, and the spaghetti was leftovers from the nights of yesterweek. He wasn't much of a cook, nor was he picky about where his daily nutrition came from. He looked at her awkwardly. "Hi..." he managed to mutter around his food. Victory still wasn't used to house guests. Her turned back away from her and choked down the entire food entity, then faced her again.
"Ahem.. good morning Lily. Did you sleep well?"
 
A young asian woman stood a few yards away from Carl. She held a high powered, expensive camera and snapped a few pictures. Her long, asian-straight black hair was tucked up under a knitted cap, sharp strands coming down over her face and down the back of her neck. She wore a Manhatten-style overcoat with large black buttons and stylish boots that went halfway up to her knee. Her legs were in dark stockings and she wore a grey skirt that ended tastefully a few inches above her knee. She had a messenger bag slung across her body and inside were a few miscellaneous items as well as her notebook and the glasses Carl left in the coffee shop before the "hit". She had been trailing him since then, silently praying this was her big break from independant journalist to big time investigative journalist. She blew a bubble with her favorite bubble gum and smiled. Who are you Carl? She thought to herself. She stowed the camera and took a deep breath, bracing herself for the first step of her plan. She pulled out her phone and walked quickly, looking down at it and texting. She purposefully walked straight into Carl's back and fell. "Oh!" she exclaimed, looking as helpless as possible from the ground and hoping he would strike conversation. Please don't let this investigation end with him killing me...
 
The 11 year old looks over from where he's at to see the young woman. He sees her camera a little bit and then sees the camera flashing. He wonders who or what the woman was taking pictures of. He also liked to take pictures from time to time, which he made a hobby of in the past years at his boarding school. But his camera was very old him having had it sense he was 4.
 
"Hee..." She stifled a giggle to the best of her ability, bringing her hand up to her lips to muffle the sound. The high-pitched noise still rings cheerily out, despite her efforts to hide and mask the giggle. He looked rather funny with all that food hanging out of his mouth. "Spaghetti and... uncooked hotdogs for breakfast?" She asked with her head tilted, a brow perked, and a slight smirk on her lips. "You teach me how to defend myself, and I'll teach you proper nutrition, eh?" The smirk turned itself into a grin, and she then chuckled breathily. "That's hardly healthy for you." She stepped into the kitchen, searched through a few cupboards and drew a frying pan. She placed it on the oven, grabbed some non-stick spray that she saw on the counter, and then sprayed that onto the pan. Lily then gracefully spun around to face the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs. After checking the date, she cracked a few open into the pan. No shells fell in. She grinned, tossed those shells into the trash, and the whites of the eggs began to lightly sizzle over the growing heat beneath the pan. "How did you sleep, Vic?"
 
He froze when she laughed at him, like a child caught doing something wrong or embarrassing. As she commented on his eating habits, an awkward groan sounded from his throat. Low and inquisitive, he seemed to be questioning the notion of this so called 'nutrition'.
As she rummaged through his kitchen, Vic chewed the foofood, slowly drawing in the wiener bit by bit. When she asked him how he slept, he held up his hand with an index finger raised, begging a moment of pardon while he swallowed his food.
"I slept well. " he said through a sigh. He was still tired from the night.
 
When the eggs were done cooking, Lily turned off the stove, grabbed a plate, and slid the finished eggs onto the plate. She then inspected the meal with a perked brow. With a smile and a satisfied nod, she spun around, fork in-hand, then handed both the plate and utensil to Vic with a smile. She noticed his slight.. possible... discomfort with the idea of better nutrition. "I'm glad you slept well." Lily blinked her cerulean-blue eyes a few times, as to adjust her sight to the slight change in light since the light on the ceiling was now shining down on her face.
 
Vic took the plate with a child-like curiosity. It had been a long time since someone cooked anything for him. Hecut a price off with the fork and tasted it. It was fluffy and smooth, just like he could never make eggs. He quickly took another bite, then another, quickly dispatching the legs on the plate. When he finished he set the plate down and scooped Lily up in a hug. "That was magnificent!" He said to her as he bear hugged her.
 
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