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Post by Azrael Markkus on Jun 9, 2010 23:01:01 GMT -5
Az wasn’t even sure why he was here. The good looking man leaned back in his chair, a near forgotten cup of coffee sitting in front of him. Before being shot, he didn’t really like coffee. Maybe it was the near death experience that did it for him. Whatever the cause, he actually enjoyed coffee now, especially when he didn’t get enough sleep, which he hadn’t been able to lately. Maybe he just had too much on his mind, thinking about that bitch. He didn’t know if he’d find her here, but someone told him that it might be good for him to start looking in DC.
So here he sat, behind a cup of coffee. He had his laptop out and was rapidly clicking through sites. It seemed that there was tons of information on his dear wifey plastered all over the place on the internet, none of it good. He often wondered why he got involved with her in the first place. He knew why though. She was just the kind of girl he always used to date in high school, just…not with all the homicidal tendencies. Maybe that turned him on too, in some weird, masochistic way. Az had always been like that. He usually laughed when he fell over and skinned his knee as a kid. Scared his parents half to death.
Finished with his research, he closed his computer and slipped it into the back that was strapped across his shoulders. Taking the cup of coffee, he took one more swig before tossing it into the trash before he left the building. Walking down the street, Azrael made it a point to notice everyone walking past him. You never know when one might encounter a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Or rather, a wolf in the clothing of a very beautiful, slightly insane, young lady.
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Post by assyria on Jun 11, 2010 4:56:44 GMT -5
Assyria was minding her own business when he walked in. She didn't fail to notice him as her coffee came flying out of her nose. She quickly covered her face with the newspaper. She wasn't about to go showing her face to him. She wasn't hiding so to speak just plotting in head head. She followed him out of the coffee shop as she ducked in and out of shops and behind things so he didn't know she was following him. She even grabbed a wig and stuffed her long brunnette hair up in before coming out of one of the shops. She wanted to see what he was up to and why the hell was he still alive?
She continued to follow him when the place got more open she had no choice but to slow down and act more naturally. She only glanced up every now and again to see what direction he was headed in. She motioned for some of her newer group members to come with her less he start anything. She always had them nearby, they were her guardians. She didn't go anywhere without them. She knew he wouldn't recognize these two men because she had just added them to her group recently and they had just recently passed the trust factor to be body guards. |
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Post by Azrael Markkus on Jun 11, 2010 21:02:03 GMT -5
Was she here in DC? If he didn't know the answer to that before, than he definitely knew now. There was just something about a bond between husband and wife. He just knew when she was there, and while he couldn't see her, he knew. It didn't matter that said wife had tried to kill him and was now stalking him. Oh god. He would have loved to see the look on her face once she realized that he wasn't dead. She should have been smart enough to stick around and make sure he had died. Well, he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice, and he wasn't going to give her the opportunity to finish the job. If anything was sure, then he knew he was smarter than his homicidal maniac of a wife.
Casually, he glanced at a window as he passed a large building. It wasn't hard to notice the busty woman with a fleet of large men around her, even with a wig on her head. So, she thought that she might need help with the job. That wasn't the Assyria he knew. Az was slightly disappointed that she seemed to have gotten soft on him. A lot happened when one was presumed to be dead for ten years. Well. She was following him...he needed to confront her somehow, but he wasn't going to stay on the streets and give those goons of her's a chance to shove him into some dark, shady alley where she could blow his brains out with no witnesses.
Instead, Azrael veered towards a diner. It was smaller than most of the eateries around, but it had one of those comfort food vibes. The kind of old timey feel that had people flocking to it. There'd be witnesses...many of them. She wouldn't shoot him in the middle of so many people. He didn't think she'd have an issue killing all those witnesses, but there was no way she'd be able to get out before someone called the police on her. It was really a win-win. Right now, he was glad that he scouted out this part of the city before he tried luring her.
Entering the diner, her smiled at the waitress who nodded to him. Then he fell into a booth in the corner, his arms up over the back of it. He'd wait for her here. Surely she'd want to confront him just as much as he wanted to confront her, and if she was afraid of him? Well then that was good for him, now wasn't it?
The waitress walked over to him. He grinned back up at her. " What'll you have, hun?"
He pretended to think for a moment. In truth, he'd been over this moment many, many times in his head. He knew exactly what to do. " Could I just have a couple of coffees please? My wife is going to join me in a little while." The waitress nodded, scribbled the order away on her little pad and walked away, presumably to get their coffees.
He watched the door steadily. Well, it was do or die. Either he'd follow him into the diner or she wouldn't. He just hoped she would leave those disgusting goons of her's behind. He never did like Assyria's taste in bodyguards. The fact that she even needed them was one of the reasons he had asked her for a divorce in the first place.
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Post by assyria on Jun 11, 2010 21:28:20 GMT -5
She dismissed the body guards but they remained inside. She had the bodyguards because so many people had tried to off her. It wasn't anything personal against him. Whether he would figure that out was entirely in his hands. She took the wig off and sat down across from him. "You are alive?Lucky You" she said not touching the coffee she didn't trust him to not poison it instead she drank her water from her water bottle she had on her.
She looked across to her ex husband. "And why have you come looking for me?" she asked, her long hair cascaded landed on her shoulders as she shook it out. She was very seductive and non chalant about it when she wanted to be. She had always loved him, but since his "death" she had been off and on with Joe. But before she had tried to kill Azrael she was in love with him. In fact part of her probably still was. She was upset that he would even ask for such a thing. She narrowed her visages waiting for him to give her a response. |
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Post by Azrael Markkus on Jun 11, 2010 22:05:47 GMT -5
Well, at least he wasn't disappointed. She walked right in after him. By this time, the waitress had brought them their coffees. Azrael smiled and thanked her, turning back to watch Assyria as she approached him. The wig really didn't do her justice. She was just as gorgeous as he remembered her being. It honestly didn't matter how beautiful she was. The fact remained that she had tried to kill him, and he constantly had to remind himself of that fact. He didn't know what she'd been up to in the ten years he had been gone, or who SHE had been up to in that time, but none of it mattered. He couldn't honestly be with someone who had tried to kill him. She even thought she had killed him.
Or could he? He had still loved her, even after he asked for the divorce, but they were young and stupid. They had jumped into marriage way too soon. Now they were both paying the price for that mistake. He hadn't wanted to be apart from her, he just wanted them to take things slow, start off on the right foot instead of suddenly jumping into something that made absolutely no sense.
Too late for that.
" Lucky?" He gave a low chuckle, shaking his head. " Have you ever been shot, Assyria? Have you ever been so near to death that you can practically taste it?" He knew the answer to that question. It was practically rhetorical. " Of course not. It's not how they say, you know." He lifts up his coffee and sips some of it before continuing. " Your life doesn't flash in front of your eyes. The only thing you can think is that you are going to fucking die."
He left it at that. She'd take out of his little speech whatever she wanted. He didn't give a shit. He gave a little smile and motioned toward her untouched cup of coffee. " I bought that for you. The least you can do is drink it. I didn't do anything to it, if that's what you're worried about. You know I'm not the vindictive type. But wait.." His eyes widened in mock surprise. " You did try to kill me, didn't you? That's a pretty big offense." His grin darkened and his eyes narrowed a little bit. " Who knows what I might be temped to do?"
Another laugh. No, the coffee wasn't poisoned. He was the type to take his time with his revenge. He placed his coffee back down on the plate it was brought out on. The sound of the cup clanking against the plate entered his ears and tapered off into oblivion. He waited for a while to answer, glancing up at her once more.
" You're so paranoid, my dear. It doesn't suit you." Azrael gave a little shrug. " To answer your question though, you tried to kill me. Did you seriously think I was just going to sit back and take that? I want an explanation." Without much warning, he rose up in his seat and slammed his hand down on the middle of the table, leaning over it and staring into her eyes. If looks could kill, our dead Assyria would be flayed alive.
" Normal people just don't SHOOT people they claim to love, even when they want to have a divorce." He glared at her for a little bit longer, realizing belatedly that his little display was drawing curious and angry looks alike. He pulled back, falling back into his seat. " What the fuck was that about anyway? What were you afraid of, Assyria?" He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction. He knew she'd never admit it, but she had to be afraid of something. Otherwise, she wouldn't have struck out at him like a cornered animal.
He knew her better than that. Probably better than anyone save for that jackass Joe, and Az didn't even know about him and Assyria.
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Post by assyria on Jun 11, 2010 22:17:27 GMT -5
She narrowed her visages. "You think people are just going to love you when they want to walk out. I would have rather lost you to death than to someone else and I damn well know you would have never tried to kill yourself, you are too strong a person. I had nothing to be afraid of Az, In all honesty, sometimes that day is fresh in my mind and I ask why I did it, but then again if I knew you were going to show up again and nag me to death, maybe I would have made sure you died right there." she was confused that was for sure. She loved him but she hated him.. 'Dammit Assyria get a hold of yourself' she thought to herself.
When he got in her face she just blinked that never scared her she just met him eye to eye and didn't sit back down until he did. She never had been frightened when people got in her face. It took alot to get rattled and he was seriously trying. She didn't touch the coffee. "You should remember, I don't like coffee" she stated, it wasn't a lie, coffee just wasn't her thing. Well that and she needed an excuse but it was a completely viable one.
He had his explanation what more did he want? She wasn't about to apologize for it because she wasn't really sorry about it. She felt her deserved it, she was a mean and manipulative when it suited her and she played the world to get what she wanted and what she needed. He knew Joe from her child hood, he had been the jealous one when they got married. She however didn't mention they were dating. She was still dressing exquisitely and had money that was evident. |
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Post by Azrael Markkus on Jun 13, 2010 15:25:04 GMT -5
He could tell that he was getting to her. If anything else was achieved today, he knew he could still get under her skin, and that only meant one thing. That despite everything that had happened, no matter what he said or she did…she still cared about him. That was something he hadn’t expected, and it took him back for a moment. A long time passed between them before he said anything. Azrael has honestly thought that she hated him, or at least didn’t care about him anymore…that would explain the flat out inconsideration for his feelings when she had shot him…but there was more to it. He could see that in Assyria’s own twisted way, shooting him was an assurance that she wouldn’t have to see the man she loved with someone else. He could almost understand.
Almost. Not completely though. She thought that that day was fresh to her? He still had a scar on his chest where she had shot him. Unconsciously, he rubbed the spot. It itched sometimes, like scars did. More often though, it was almost as if he could still feel the bullet in there. She may have not wanted to see him with someone else, but that shot had hurt like a bitch.
There was no way he could feel sorry for her.
He leaned back in his seat, looking out the window for a moment before looking back at her, anger flaring in his eyes. “ Dammit! You didn’t even give me a chance to explain before you pumped me full of lead, Assyria. We were young! Stupid! We jumped into marriage too young. I never wanted to walk out on you…I wanted to take it slow!” He knew why that was. Az had always been an old fashioned guy raised with old fashioned values. There was only one reason why he would want to take it slow with her…if he loved her. And he did, he never stopped.
What would she say if he told her? Laugh in his face? Throw her coffee at him? At least that would be one thing she could do without raising suspicion. In fact, considering the looks he had been getting before, he was fairly certain that most of the people around here would welcome that.
For a long time after that, he didn’t say anything. Talking to her was like trying to get a brick wall to do jumping jacks. At length, he pulled his gaze away from the window long enough to look at her, an almost sorry look in his eyes. “ Is that all then? You have nothing else to say to me?”
What did you expect? An apology? He knew he’d never get one from her, and no matter how they might have felt about each other, as long as they were stuck at this impasse, nothing was going to happen…or get settled. The pair of them were far too stubborn. They sure fit together well, and butted heads more times than he would have liked to admit.
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Post by assyria on Jun 15, 2010 9:01:54 GMT -5
A. Pandorium [/i][/font][/size] You wanna see the deeper, darker side of me.
I don't think that you're ready for reality.[/right]
She froze as he spoke but only to reply when he was finished. "You didn't seem to care my thoughts when you wanted to leave, I think that makes us pretty damn even" she stated with a flat glare. She still had feelings for him yes, part of her had been wishing he wasn't dead, and part of her wished he still was dead. She had her own confusions but she wasn't going to budge either. Their Impasse of sorts could last indefinitely.
She didn't speak again, she was curious more of what he had to say on the matter. She began sipping on her water again. She really didn't have much to say to him. Her thoughts were on her trip to Jamaica, now that daddy was dead, she didn't think she had too much to worry about. Though she would always keep her guard up, stupidity wasn't one of listed talents.
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Post by Azrael Markkus on Jun 24, 2010 0:17:35 GMT -5
Azrael knew that he shouldn't have been surprised for her total disregard for whatever social niceties she might have still possessed, but for a fraction of a second, the fact that she was still so self centered rendered him completely speechless. She had shot him, had intended to kill him, and still, all she could think about was herself. Well, Assyria had never been good about worrying about other people. For a second, he wondered how he could have ever admired that fact about her. He knew though that that wasn't one of the qualities that drew him to her. She was so immature, only caring about herself and no one else.
Well, things hardly ever changed...now did they?
Az sighed, shaking his head. He laughed lightly. " No, Assyria...that doesn't make us even close to being even. I know in your twisted view of reality, it might...but being SHOT doesn't even compare to a slightly thoughtless and hasty decision." Then for a second, he stopped shaking his head and gazed at her without any expression on his face. " And you haven't changed a bit. You didn't listen to a damn thing I said...did you? I've already explained that stupid divorce thing. You only heard what you wanted to hear." He shrugged. " I know you're used to people doing and saying whatever the hell you want, and I'm sorry I didn't say what you wanted me to say, but it was the truth. Until you accept the fact that I didn't want to divorce you because I didn't love you, then there isn't anymore to say...now is there?"
He couldn't believe how completely stubborn this chick was. He wanted her to understand, with everything he had...but he couldn't exactly FORCE her to understand where he was coming from. No one could force Assyria to do anything.
Suddenly, he fell silent. He wasn't going to waste time here any longer talking to a brick wall. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out money and put it on the table. After he drained his coffee, he stood up and started walking away. Az stopped where she was sitting and without warning, her leaned over, slammed his right hand on the table and grabbed her face with his left hand. He then proceeded to plant a passionate kiss right on her lips, but pulled away and grinned into her face. " Still as completely infuriating as ever, I see. You might want to think about what I said." He whispered to her in an amused voice.
After, he let go of her just as quickly as he grabbed her and the stood up and began to walk away.
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Post by assyria on Jun 26, 2010 12:46:17 GMT -5
A. Pandorium [/i][/font][/size] You wanna see the deeper, darker side of me.
I don't think that you're ready for reality.[/right]
She raised a brow as he got up to leave."You always were a bad liar" she stated realizing that their lips were now connecting and there was nothing she could do to stop it. They were technically after all still married at the moment, seeing as he had never signed divorce papers, and she just thought him dead. Legally unfortunately for them they were still married. She pushed him back as he turned to leave her eyes telling him to stay. He could a useful asset to her. She would have to straighten the Joe thing out at some point but that wasn't on her mind right now. Either that or those two would end up meeting again first.
She backed up a moment from him, her tantalizing eyes setting into his own eyes. She would leave him with that thought as she placed her jacket up over her shoulders and turned to leave herself. She came and went at her pleasure as was convenient for her, she had always been like that and nothing changed. She was used to him stopping her at times, but he knew he better have a good reason.
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