Post by laurenti, vissio on Oct 5, 2012 21:01:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 400px; background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); border-top: 45px solid #666666; border-bottom: 25px solid #666666;][STYLE=border: 3px solid #fff; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/Kai790/Dante/dante04.png); float: right; margin: -65 -20 10 10; border-radius: 50 50 50 50;][/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -35 -5 5 10; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height: 15px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000;]I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE BUT BEFORE THIS NIGHT IS THROUGH[/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #000; text-align: justify; text-align: justify;]The trouble with going into business on your own was that as well as having to deal with the fluctuating workflow, the shitty hours and the almost nonstop ringing of his phone, there was also the less than desirable grunt work that demanded just as much attention as everything else. And in spite of the fact that he was well off financially, that he could afford to hire a few underlings to carry out these tedious but essential tasks, Vissio just was not inclined to share the spoils of his labors. And quite frankly there weren’t a lot of people comfortable with the business to do an effective job. That or those who were proficient in his particular line of work were characters shadier than he or were comfortably employed by the competition. No, it sufficed to say he was all together too paranoid to trust anyone else with the handling of his money or the valuable merchandise that was in such short supply. Plus, why pay someone to do a job he could do himself? Vissio rolled his shoulders and grimaced as they brushed against the interior of his car – he was honestly too big for it and no matter how much he enjoyed the extra compartment located under the floor of the trunk where he could stash his gear, he really needed to buy a new one. His skin itched from the feeling of confinement but he bore through the awkward arrangement so that man and car could reach their destination. Bitching aside, today’s schedule wasn’t really anything to complain about. His workload has lessened as the days grew ever colder with autumn rushing in at all sides to greet the citizens with its lukewarm kisses and promising chill. He probably would be undertaking too many more tracking and retrieval expeditions - at least not with his current gear which was ill-suited for the changing weather. So that meant good ol' Vissio was sort of stranded amidst the metropolis and, inadvertently, the paperwork and chores he’d been neglecting with his all too frequent absences. But this was his last stop today, all other matters had been seen to by order of priority and he was pleased with himself for managing his affairs with his standard precision and efficiency. And once he was done? Well, there had to be a bar somewhere that was open at 3 O’clock and if memory served him right there were still a few guys sore enough about their last poker game willing to entertain his whims after a fresh round of scotch. After a half hour drive the scent of the open ocean filtered through his partially open window as the docks slid into view. The pier was lacking in visible workers at this hour, each with their own list of duties to attend to which meant he wouldn’t have to entertain any of the usual pleasantries aside from the occasional ‘hello & goodbye’ to be shared with the straggling workers. With a little rummaging and a bit of awkward shuffling in the too small car, Vissio located his PDA and hummed a quiet affirmative to the glowing screen: check in, warehouse 5. It was one of his more frequent stops, especially when he had new cargo to auction off – or in this case check before purchase. He set the car to idle – he dared anyone to try and steal his baby – and leisurely moved along the docks and toward the large warehouse while he thought briefly on the names that had been listed below the order. They might as well have been written in Greek for all the good it'd do him, it wasn't like the bounty-hunter made any effort to get to know his catches afterward. Useless to remember names of slaves not yet owned seeing as how their Masters were likely to change them anyhow. [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin: 0 10 -15 10; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height: 13px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; text-align: right;]I WANT TO DO BAD THINGS WITH YOU[/style] |