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 Post subject: Death catches us all [1923]
PostPosted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 5:50 am GMT 
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Sascha Dautzenberg cursed and spat blood. Raising a hand to his mouth, he was satisfied to feel all his teeth were still where they were supposed to be. His lower lip was split and bleeding. He ran his tongue over it, tasting iron. Then he spit again onto the damp pavement of the alley and fished into his breast pocket for a cigarette.

It was a grim, cold February night in Memphis. Darkness had fallen early. Earlier in the afternoon it had snowed, though it didn't stick; now the only snow was clumped in dingy piles in alley mouths and under eaves, leftover from January. Tonight the sky was clear, the stars cool and remote, and a bitter chill had settled in over the city. The riverbanks were streaked with unseasonable ice. Sascha felt it in his bones.

He shuddered and turned up his collar against the cold. Two months ago he'd been in the southern hemisphere, sweltering in the heat of high summer. The transition, to put it mildly, had not been an easy one. Even the alcohol he'd drunk was not enough to take the edge off the cold. Winter had dug its teeth and claws in, and showed no sign of relenting anytime soon. He lit the cigarette and smoked for a long minute in silence, pausing only to stamp his feet against the pavement when he began to lose feeling in his toes.

The cold was too intense to keep his hands out of his pockets for long. He stuck the cigarette between his lips. Before putting his bare hand back in his coat, he paused just long enough to probe the side of his face with icy fingers. It seemed his lip wasn't the only casualty of the fight; there was a tender spot low along his jaw which would probably turn into a bruise. He sighed. In the night air, his breath was a cloud of fog and smoke.

It had been like this ever since he'd returned from Argentina. The bruises from his last bar fight before this, which he'd also started, had only just begun to fade. He tapped ash off the end of his cigarette. Two months of profligate days, spent drinking, selling guns, and winning money at pool. Two days here, three or four there. He rarely stayed as long as a week in any one place. He was in free-fall, spinning anchorless through time and space. The solitude opened its arms and rose to meet him.

((Hecate!))

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 Post subject: Re: Death catches us all [1923]
PostPosted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 2:15 pm GMT 
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If Sascha was in free-fall, then Astor was wired and chained to a track - one he followed diligently. He took great pride in his work and so it was that had taken the time to observe the man he was sent to capture. He and Charlie had taken turns, keeping an eye on the volatile man. He'd seen the fight, the outcome, and it had only made it all the more clear that they needed to complete the job as soon as they could. He'd given his partner the signal to get the car - it was time to move now, they'd waited long enough, and Ian McCoy never was one to wait for long. It seemed that the tall dark-haired man had crossed the other man more than once, eluded capture on a regular basis, and now McCoy wanted a proper talk with the man.

He slipped on his coat, giving Sascha at least a small head start so it didn't seem so planned. He ran through the basics in his head as he did. Make contact, gauge reaction - then either con the man into the car, or force him into it. It was fairly basic of a plan, but Astor had learned before that if he adhered too much to a plan, he had a harder time adjusting for new factors if the situation change from what he expected.

The snow and cold had seemingly little effect on Astor as he stepped out the back door of the speak, intending to make contact after three days of careful observation. He curled his lip slightly as the man spat blood, but schooled his face a moment later, putting on a mask of mild concern for the other man's benefit. He let his presence be known then, shoes crunching lightly on the snow.

"Hey, you all right?" he asked, quirking a brow and affecting a less formal style of speech than his own. "You took quite a few hits." He let a beat pass, acting the awkward but well meaning bystander, pulling his coat a bit closer. "I'm a doctor, if you. . .if you'd let me, I could take a look at it for you."

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 Post subject: Re: Death catches us all [1923]
PostPosted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 2:32 pm GMT 
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He'd heard the door open, but was content to leave it alone, keeping tabs on the stranger from the periphery of his vision. His initial assumption was that the man had stepped outside to smoke, or was on his way home. When he drew closer, however, Sascha snapped into alertness, fixing him with a cool gray stare. Immediately, Sascha was struck by his height; it wasn't often he met someone as tall as himself, perhaps a little taller even. He was young, too.

So was Sascha, for that matter, though he rarely felt so. Twenty-four years old, sharp-faced and keen, and already he was as world-weary as a man twice his age. He'd fought too many battles and sustained a lifetime's worth of scars, only some of which were visible to the eye.

As the man addressed him, Sascha looked him up and down. He made no move, stepping neither forward nor back, though he did take the cigarette out of his mouth. It was replaced by a faint sneer. He'd never liked doctors. Sascha was habitually suspicious, and when it came to the medical profession, doubly so. His first impulse was to tell the man, in no uncertain terms, to fuck off and leave him alone. He'd always had the clarity to recognize that he was not a particularly sympathetic figure. No one helped him without an ulterior motive. As his attention lingered, however, he found himself taking in other cues from the man's speech, his meticulous dress. It was not, he decided, outside the realm of possibility that this stranger might be coming on to him. So he reined in his tongue, thinking over his options with the muted disinterest of someone who isn't looking to buy a postcard but will flip through a box of free ones on principle.

He settled on a neutral sort of compromise.

"You don't look old enough."

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 Post subject: Re: Death catches us all [1923]
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From what Astor had seen of the man, none of his reactions really surprised him terribly but he put on a look of surprise, looking both mildly offended and yet somewhat resigned, as though the comment about his age was something he received often enough to be mostly used to it. He shrugged, rubbing his arm a bit with a sigh. "I get that a lot," he said with a slight chuckle, as though trying to brush off the sneer. "I'm just a quicker learner, an' I'm older than I look."

He moved then, coming closer and reaching out a hand to try and get a better view of the other man's injuries. He wasn't sure Sascha would allow it, but he tried to make it as careful as he could, trying not to spook the man or at all alert him to his true intentions. He couldn't see a gun on the man, but he knew better than to think he wasn't armed, particularly given his profession.

"Hold still," he murmured in that way that doctor's tended to, almost absently.

Of course, Astor had no inkling of what Sascha was thinking concerning his intentions. The very idea that he could be interested in the man, that it might be construed as such, was lost on the man. It wasn't an idea he had ever really had contact with, the idea of a man propositioning another for anything more than a drink. Had he known, he might have tried to play it up, if only to more easily get the man into the car.

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 Post subject: Re: Death catches us all [1923]
PostPosted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 9:00 pm GMT 
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He'd watched with tempered apprehension as the stranger drew closer. As Astor reached his hand toward Sascha's face, however, he would find it arrested sharply. Sascha's hand clasped his wrist in a vice-like grip, his fingers cold as ice. And for a long beat, that was all; rather than speak, he kept his eyes fixed on Astor's. They, too, were cold. The fact that this man might be propositioning him did nothing to change the message which burned clear there, unspoken: You will touch me how, and when, I let you. If I let you. And not a moment sooner.

His breath fogged in the freezing air. Then the moment passed, and he released Astor's wrist. He'd held him forcibly enough to bruise. It wouldn't have surprised him if the man had left, after that. Then again, it wouldn't have surprised him if he'd stayed. For as many as were shocked or repelled by the violence in him, an equal number were drawn to it in some dark fascination. Moth-like, eager to burn.

In any case, if he went home with company tonight, the individual in question would need to fall into the latter category. His mood mirrored the weather: dark and cold. Winter hadn't held back, so why should he. And what he least wanted to do was waste time.

Now it was Sascha who turned to face him. The cigarette still glowed orange in his hand, and he took one last drag on it before tossing it into the snow. When he spoke, his words were wreathed with bitter smoke.

"What do you want?"

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