A meeting with the devil [Marcus/private]

[Dahn]

So I put out my hand and I asked for some help
(We tore down the walls I built around myself )
I WAS STRUCK BY THE LIGHT AND I FELL TO THE GROUND

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The friend of Dahn’s was a guy known as Rud, though that was most likely his nickname and not related to his real name. Dahn had known the guy for a few years, and knew he was connected to the criminal underworld in some way, though had never really poked his nose around in the matter seeing as he never held the desire to get too involved. He was simply involved with Rud to get a few cheap DVDs and learn about what areas were safe to go to and what were to be avoided, the guy had helped point Dahn in the right direction while in a pinch. So he owed the guy a few things in return.

Meaning when Rud had asked Dahn to meet with one of his higher ups for ‘business’ he felt he could not refuse the request, Dahn was not one to forget favors done for him in the past. Though, he did not wish to go in blind, so had requested a little information up front. Which Rud gave him, though not a great deal it was more than enough to perk his interest in the matter. “The man is one of my higher ups, and has a lot of control in the area. He wishes to speak to you about your little rebellion, what parts I am not sure. Though I am sure it would be in your favor to pay him a visit.”

[/i] The man, though a criminal, was someone Dahn would trust on matters such as these.

The two had spoken a little more and Dahn came to learn of the meeting place and time, it was a Monday evening the man wished to meet in a local bar known as the Aqua lounge. The bar would have little business, seeing as it was a Monday evening, only alcoholics and the odd group of people would be in the small bar. The time to meet was set for seven, so Dahn had headed off early from the school to make it to the bar, informing a few of his closer colleges where he was going and that he expected to be back within an hour or so. Though they knew nothing of the meeting, and that was how he would like to keep it, at least for the time being.

At about six-fifty he had reached the door of the bar, a pair of baggy blue jeans were what he wore, held up by a plain white belt possessing a simple buckle. His shoes were nothing amazing, nor note worthy, simply the right size and easy to move in. Around his upper half he wore a rather long jacket, the dull brown colors making it seem second hand, though it effectively hid his body. The zip pulled up to the top, hiding the also plain white shirt that lingered next to his skin. With his hands hanging at his side he headed in, giving the barman a light nod as he approached, showing his ID as he asked for a cheap cider and handed over the needed smile as he pulled up the stool and took a seat. Now he would simply wait, he had not been told much about the man of the hour, simply that he would wish to talk to Dahn and that he would make himself known.

So now Dahn played the waiting game, taking the glass of chilled cider before him with thanks and begun to drink the sweet liquid. A smile lingering on his face for only a few moments after he has swallowed the drink.

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(T A G ? !) Marcus
( W O R D S ? !) 603
( S T A T U S ? !) here
( O U T F I T ? !) Jeans, jacket and white shirt.
( N O T E S ? !) Hopefully it is to your liking, if not say.
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by papa roach

[Marcus Pryce]

Marcus had been to England over a dozen times in his life, yet each and every time he came back he still found the place odd and fascinating. He was a New York boy through and through and loved his American roots and lifestyle, however, something about the relaxed English atmosphere just felt right as well. It had been several months know since his father had sent him over to take over the reigns of the family business here in Europe. Alyssa seemed to be adapting well to the different culture and having a family vacation home here sort of helped her ease up a bit. Alyssa's family were well off in their own right and while she seemed to be a bit of a prude and straight laced young woman, she had her dark side. She and Marcus fit perfectly, despite their years of dancing around each other when in finishing school together. Ever since their first date, their relationship had taken off for great things.

The white Rolls Royce which Marcus sort of prized above all his cars pulled up to the curb outside the small bar known as the Aqua Lounge. The place wasn't overly large and was just low enough on the social scale to make it perfect for meetings such as these. The drinks were cold and while not top shelf, they were recognizable names. Marcus was seated in the back of the car, his legs crossed and his elbow resting on the arm rest of the door. He pinched his chin gently with his thumb and forefinger in thought as his eyes watched the street outside. Driving the car was a young woman which looked close to Marcus' age. Her hair was shoulder length and bright red, her eyes a deep green. The woman, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a long sleeve tee shirt with black leather jacket was simply known as Cinder and she was Marcus' guard dog of sorts. Her name gave clear indication of just what sort of power she possessed and true to her role, she was very dangerous. Marcus had a small army of hoods and hired guns to protect him, but he chose those who possessed such interesting gifts to be in his inner circle.

Giving a sigh, Marcus uncrossed his legs and ran his fingers through is hair, leaning forward to speak to Cinder. "Keep your eyes open and your phone clear," he said simply, an order greeted by a sarcastic smile and nod from Cinder. Opening the door of the car, Marcus exited the vehicle and looked around to get his bearings. He was dressed in a black suit with white button up dress shirt sans tie. The top button of his shirt was undone and loose as he liked it yet the rest of him was all business, right down to his black square toed dress shoes. Slipping one hand into his pocket, Marcus easily closed the door to the car and casually made his way to the door of the Aqua Lounge.

From the inside of the lounge, the door would open to reveal the light from outside and then the figure of Marcus. He stepped inside, smiling and nodding to the barkeep across the room. Marcus wasn't a stranger here but in true fashion, no one here would admit to knowing him. No matter where in the world you traveled to, the way the underworld operated stayed the same. Silence was the way of life and fear ensured that way remained in tact. Marcus might have still been new to this part of the world, but how he operated secured a strong footing for him. A quick and harsh hand to those who crossed you and a calm visage when in public set the mood which was needed to maintain control. Just who he was looking for was still complicated. Marcus knew he would recognize the face when he saw it, thanks to Rudd and a few well placed snapshots. The young man Marcus was meeting was something of a small time hood with quite the street reputation. All of that wasn't anything serious, but Marcus had his assumptions about this Dahn and from what Rudd told him, the boy should be worth his time.

Scanning the room methodically, Marcus finally settled on the young man by the bar, sipping on who knew what. The ethnicity was the dead giveaway and Marcus smiled. This Dahn was just a kid and Marcus couldn't help but think of his younger days back at McAllister. The cliques and associates of days long past and the fond memory of one Jack Lewis, a boy who for all intents and purposes had killed Marcus once. With a shake of his head, Marcus came back to reality and slowly made his way over to the bar where Dahn was camping out. Leaning back against the bar, his elbows on the counter top, Marcus looked out across the bar. "I like a man who knows the value of punctuality," Marcus simply said, still looking around the lounge.

[Dahn]

So I put out my hand and I asked for some help
(We tore down the walls I built around myself )
I WAS STRUCK BY THE LIGHT AND I FELL TO THE GROUND

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Dahn had remained at the bar, taking the odd sip of his drink as he leaned lightly on the counter. His eyes watching as the barman moved around the bar, pouring drink after drink and at times mixing the various liquors. Being a barman had appealed to Dahn not long ago, it was a skill which one could put into use all around the world. All cities had a bar, meaning there was almost always job possibilities for a traveler…Along with a good way of impressing the locals. After a while his attention begun to shift to the other people present within the bar, a question pressing at the very front of his mind. ‘Just how many of these people are mutants? If any.’ He was always wondering that, the number of mutants increased with every generation, at least from what he had heard…So it was always interesting to learn of people gaining new powers.

The door to the club had opened a few times while he had been sitting patiently, each time he glanced towards the door to get a quick look of the people entering. The majority of people did not catch his attention, entering with friends or heading straight towards a group already present. Though one entered alone, and seemed not to head off to a group. This man had caught Dahn’s attention almost instantly, his eyes hung on the man for a moment, just long enough to catch the brief nod between the new man and the bar keep. Be it just politeness or the two each other Dahn could not be sure, though the majority of people entering the bar did not give the barman much attention, leading Dahn to believe the latter of the two assumptions. With that his attention turned back to the drink in his hand, taking another mouthful he swallowed down the sweet drink before laying the glass on the bar and releasing his grasp of the half filled drink.

Leaning back he glanced down at the watch that clung tightly to his wrist, it was almost time. At least by his watch, then again that was not totally accurate, he hadn’t gone and calibrated it was an atomic clock or anything near as accurate. After a few moments he had head the clunking of bone to wood, and now beside his was the newest member of the bar. The man that had only just recently waltzed in, the man seemed calm, leaning up against the bar with his back to the barman. "I like a man who knows the value of punctuality." Dahn heard the words from the man and gave a small smile; it seemed this was indeed the man he was meant to meet. After a split second of the man speaking Dahn soon replies, “I would not wish to make someone wait. I know how it can be rather annoying first hand.” He said with a confident tone as he turned to face the man, allowing him to get a better look at the man. Taking in his stature and face, after all he would be able to remember this man if he needed to.

As he turned his hand soon moved out wards the man and remained steady in the air, awaiting a hand shake. “My name is Dahn, as you most likely know.” He said light he waited for the man to reply, hopefully revealing his name, be it his real one or simply and alias. Clicking his neck lightly he soon begun to speak once more, his eyes resting upon the nameless man before him. “So, what is the point to this small gathering?” He asked bluntly, though not showing any real dis-respect. Perhaps a slight ounce of annoyance, though that would most likely be hidden behind the interest in his voice.

(T A G ? !) Marcus
( W O R D S ? !) 639
( S T A T U S ? !) here
( O U T F I T ? !) Jeans, jacket and white shirt.
( N O T E S ? !) Hopefully it is to your liking, if not say.
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by papa roach

[Marcus Pryce]

Marcus smiled....or rather sort of smirked at the confidence exuded by the young man beside him. Dahn seemed to feel no intimidation in Marcus' presence, a blow to Marcus' fragile little ego, and something which brought back a quick and painful memory. Marcus remembered for a brief moment, being the one standing in Dahn's shoes and how he himself was just coming into his powers. Luckily for Marcus, he had been enrolled in a special school like the one he was currently searching earnestly for now. It was there were Marcus learned the tricks of the trade he now performed and where he first put together his first fumbling private little social network. It hadn't been anything overly special, just a collection of a few well connected and powerful students who all wanted something from life beyond the normal things. Oh how it was all supposed to fall into place and make Marcus the well set individual. Too bad all the best intentions did nothing but pave a road straight to your own personal hell. It would be interesting to see if this new player on the stage known as Dahn would survive the strife about to come his way.

Reaching out to take Dahn's offered hand, Marcus put a little bit of force into the handshake and eyed Dahn hard. Marcus was the alpha here and while Dahn no doubt could play Marcus to an extent, this was the world which the young mister Pryce ruled so efficiently. "Most people call me mister Pryce, but let's keep things sort of loose and formal for now. You can call me Marcus," he said, releasing the tight grip he had on Dahn's hand. "I appreciate you coming to see me on such short notice and I don't plan on taking up too much of your time this evening," Marcus said as he pushed himself casually off the bar he had been leaning on, slipping his hands inside his pockets. Marcus himself was a very busy man, having to run a criminal empire and manage a seemingly legitimate up front business in order to stay one step ahead of the authorities. The life Marcus lived would have stressed out the normal and average person, but Marcus was far from both of those areas.

Giving Dahn a signal to follow him, Marcus moved through the lightly populated lounge and toward the back of the room where a lone empty table sat against the wall. The way Marcus seemed to be so relaxed and casual indicated he was used to this sort of meeting and no doubt used the lounge as a meeting place for things like this frequently. The barkeep hardly even looked up as Marcus left the bar and only a few glances from the other patrons of the lounge indicated Marcus was even there. No glance over the shoulder was given as Marcus knew Dahn would follow for if he wasn't interested in what was to be offered he wouldn't even be there. Marcus himself wasn't even sure if this meeting would pay off in the long run, but something about Dahn and his cocky little smile offered a different feeling.

Slipping his hands from his pockets, Marcus pulled out one of the chairs at the table, his back against the wall as his father had always taught him. Never get caught with you pants down was just one of the many life lessons which had been learned the hard way. Jack Lewis had been underestimated once and never again would Marcus make that mistake with anyone. Dahn reeked of Jack's style and while this alone was enough to make Marcus cringe in a bitter afterthought, it also made him want to keep the boy at a very close distance. Someone with that much determination and ambition was too dangerous to let run around without some sort of supervision. Marcus sat down with a smile and watched Dahn with caution. As to what this boy was truly capable of was unknown but Marcus banked on it being good. With a nod of his head, Marcus indicated for Dahn to take a seat across from him at the table. "I've been told your worth my time and attention Dahn, so why don't we skip this law abiding citizen routine and get right down to what sort of things we can do for one another," he said with a heavy sigh.

[Dahn]

So I put out my hand and I asked for some help
(We tore down the walls I built around myself )
I WAS STRUCK BY THE LIGHT AND I FELL TO THE GROUND

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As the two shook hands Dahn smiled lightly at the force behind the man’s hand, Dahn himself did not exert any more force than needed. He did not even bother in equalling the man’s own strength, he saw no need in the matter. If the man wished to try and put him situation where he felt uncomfortable Dahn would not allow it, and for that reason would not rise to his petty acts. "Most people call me mister Pryce, but let's keep things sort of loose and formal for now. You can call me Marcus," the man spoke as he released his vice like grip around Dahn’s hand. He simply gave a light nod and spoke a few simple words, “good to hear things are not too formal.” He said lightly as he eyed a few of the customers still present in the bar. He remained silent as Marcus begun to speak once more to him, "I appreciate you coming to see me on such short notice and I don't plan on taking up too much of your time this evening." Dahn gave a small shrug to the words as he allowed his hands to hang at his side rather lifelessly.

Seeing the sign that Marcus wished to be follow Dahn did that, though allowed the man to get a good few steps ahead of him. A rather flimsy force field soon developed around him as he moved the translucent energy only a few centimetres away from his skin. It would provide little protection, and used very little energy, though would make it much easier and quicker to bring up a stronger shield if needed. He watched as the man moved before him, a sense of confidence and power seemed to envelope the man. Though, perhaps it was simply arrogance of one’s’ ability and control?

Soon they were in their own private little area, it seemed what this man wished to discuss he did not want anyone else to know about. Which Dahn had suspected, after all from what he had heard about this man he was not just a successful businessman. Though he did not know the details a great deal, hopefully that would be something he could overcome in the coming weeks. As Marcus took a seat so did Dahn, placing his hand on the back of the seat and pulling it out slowly before taking his place opposite to Marcus. His eyes slowly scanning the room they now sat within, he had to be honest, he had a rather bad feeling about this. It was not long before Marcus begun to speak, his voice now all too familiar, something which Dahn will do well not to forget in the future. "I've been told your worth my time and attention Dahn, so why don't we skip this law abiding citizen routine and get right down to what sort of things we can do for one another."

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He smiled widely at the words that left the man’s mouth, they may have meant to give Marcus a darker sense of being. Yet that was not how Dahn saw it, instead he saw him as a man worth doing business with, a man that did not beat around the bush. With a slow gesture Dahn placed his hands upon the table, the palms pressing against the table lightly as he thought over the words. “What we can do for one another? So be it.” He says with a slightly cocky attitude as he thinks back to the words that Rud had said to him. “As you most likely know, I lead a small group of delinquents within the school. Namely the true rebellion, a group of mutants with more interests in the world that what the school has to offer. Sadly, we are lacking in many areas; facilities, money and leverage over such things as the police for when things take a turn for the worst.” He muttered with a calm expression upon his face as he runs his hand through his hair, the hair moving moments before his fingers actually touched.

“From what I have heard, you will be able to offer some, if not all, of those things. In return, I am sure the rebellion can help you strengthen you grip in the area and further if needed. I am sure a small squad of mutants is rather appealing to a man in your position.” He said with a light smile upon his face, after all people with power normally wanted one thing. More power.



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(T A G ? !) Marcus
( W O R D S ? !) 758
( S T A T U S ? !) Complete
( O U T F I T ? !) Jeans, jacket and white shirt.
( N O T E S ? !) Hopefully it is to your liking, if not say.
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by papa roach

[Marcus Pryce]

Marcus made himself comfortable in his chair, leaning to one side as he crossed his legs. From his pocket he produced a very large silver coin and proceeded to roll it across the back of his knuckles like so many street magicians did back home. It wasn't a terribly hard trick to pull off, it just required excellent dexterity and concentration. As a child, Marcus had become enamored with the feat and practiced it day and night until he had perfected the move. He still remembered the first time he accomplished the feat, albeit a sloppy one and how his mother had laughed at his enthusiasm. Now here Marcus sat, smiling at the new found enthusiasm of this young man before him. For a moment Marcus wondered if this was how he had appeared to his mother through the years. So full of vision and hope, ready to take the world on with a fist full of confidence. Dahn certainly would not disappoint him, not by a long shot.

Dahn wasted no time in getting to the meat of the conversation and what he wanted. He readily disclosed being a mutant, not to mention being the leader of some small band at his school. Too bad wisdom wasn't bestowed on the young for they could do so much. Of course, Dahn wasn't exactly in any position to try and manipulate the conversation or moment and so coming clean right at the beginning sort of stole Marcus' thunder as well. Marcus had nothing to twist out of Dahn currently, or so it seemed. The school was a bit of information Marcus desperately wanted, but what he wanted to know would come in time. Dahn was the key to getting access to other young mutants and so keeping him in a good mood was the first step. If Dahn was really in charge of some mutant super group, then he wasn't to be underestimated by any means. Marcus himself knew what it took to lead others with powers, as he had his own little group back in his day. Dahn was powerful, and that wasn't something which Marcus would overlook.

As Dahn finished, Marcus remained silent for a moment, the silver coin rolling fluidly across the back of his knuckles. He sat there, just staring at Dahn and then finally smiled again. Marcus palmed the coin and sighed. "I'm not a man who tolerates traitors Dahn, as a matter of fact, loyalty is a necessity and not an option. You cross me and I'll end you on several levels," Marcus said calmly as if discussing the weather, his eyes never leaving Dahn's. "However," he added with a shrug of his shoulders, "You honor you deals with me and I'll take very good care of you. I know how to take care of those who take care of me. You successfully carry out whatever requests I might make of you, and I'll see you get what you need to do whatever it is you and your little band of merry men may or may not have planned out in those devious little minds of yours," he finished, smiling and giving a wink.

Slipping the coin back into his pocket, Marcus clasped his hands together and rested them in his lap. "Tell you what Dahn, I'll give you one in advance, just to give you a taste of things. What could I do for you now?," he asked, putting the bait out there in front of Dahn. This was a trick Marcus employed with all those he sought to put under his thumb. Let them think they have the upper hand, give them a taste of their desires and what they could have and then you had them. Dealing with Marcus was like dealing with the devil in some ways. He was ever the arrogant one but patient to a fault. He would let you think you were playing him.