Re: Errand Boys - Alexander
Alex stirred to life with purpose, he checked his wristwatch, a nondescript digital black casio of the kind that make you remember the days you were a kid and that was hype. It was early so instead of hurrying through the process, he allowed his mind a bit of drifting...
He sat on the bunk.
'Waking up was so different from being alive... he had not yet got used to it. It was funny how the blood drinking seemed more natural than this. He could remember that, while alive, waking up always had a transition, longer or shorter depending on the day, but there was always that time in between being fully awake and being asleep, when you knew that you were sleeping, but you were not fully conscious, and little by little reality crept into your dream or slumber. Now... now it was distressing, one moment you were not... the next, "<i>POP" there you were. Reality was chopped into ON's and OFF's.'</i>
He looked around, it had been raining a lot and whenever it rained that much, the sewers became so damp that all the clothing, mattress, sheets and blankets included became wet. The place was disgusting, but he had gotten used to it, bare concrete walls alternated some older brick walls and a thick rusty metal door completed the scene, that was that. That and a grate on the middle of the floor, thick and heavy like sin, and wide enough for a quick exit should the need arise. For the rest, few commodities, a table, chair and lamp, and a couple of plastic trunks of the sort used in gardens or sheds, in which he used to keep things safe from humidity, like the phone, a little tablet that he seldom used, his Benelli, and, carefully packed on a tight corner, the suit that the Dragon had given him. On the other trunk, his motor black leather clothing and helmet.
Outside of the boxes, there was only a set of grey hooded sports wear, that already smelled moldy. He was not entirely sure what kind of people he was going to meet, and so, he decided not to go with the smelling sports wear... it had its uses, to look like a derelict, but today it probably wasn't the best choice.
So he put on the two pieces suit, with the wind collar and the balaclava, took his large backpack and put the Benelli inside, picked up his helmet, checked everything and left the place.
Even though he had taken all his biking gear, he had not yet decided wether he'd actually take the motorbike or not. It was about his only possession and even though it gave him freedom it was a double edged sword, for he actually cared for the thing... 'and he hated feeling attached to things... damn he was tight on time now'.
A black motorbike purred on the street next to the pavement of the corner in which DJ stood. On the motorbike, the black clad figure of Alexandre, which could only be hinted by the extreme thinness of the driver.
"Hop in DJ, let's get a bit closer and find somewhere safe to park this".
OOC: I have rolled a random dice to see who had the note, its turned out to be me, but if you don't like the method, or have any special reason for having wanted to be the carrier, just let me know. You will probably be the one doing the talking and giving out the note in the delivery anyway....
22:45, Today: Alexander Youngblood failed (no successes) using 1d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 5. 1-5 Alex has note. 6-0 DJ has the note.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:54, Wed 20 Feb 2013.