The threat is met with unwavering, stony silence. It'd be foolish to think the sniper has been scared into submission as much as it would be to think he didn't understand the implication of those words; the man is far more resilient than that and a few threats aren't going to make him whimper and tuck his tail. No, he's realizing that there is no way out of this that means his favorite prostitute gets to keep spreading those fantastic legs for money. She was marked for death the moment her name showed up on Moran's phone and his phone call only ensured her death sentence. Not that Sebastian had really expected to talk Jim out of it- it's not like he had anything particularly swaying to say in her defense anyway. No, it was more just to ensure Jim knew he was displeased about the entire affair. That was the point, wasn't it? Because they both knew that Sebastian was going to be pulling the trigger in the end.
There's the sound of the door slamming behind him (fuck his neighbours), and the turn of two locks. Clearly, kitty cat is far more annoyed than anything. There goes the hope for a good fuck any time soon. "Have it your way, boss." He disconnects the call and tucks away the phone with no further show, exchanging it for a hand-rolled, Indian shag cigarette instead. An ambiguous remark, but if Jim knows anything about Sebastian, he'll know the man was never one for backing down from a challenge and clearly this is exactly what it was. See if Tiger can kill his favorite playmate.
The man never compromised himself with attachments, no girlfriends or lovers or even particularly good mates because it simply didn't interest him. People rarely did on any level more than what they can provide him. But there was one woman he spent too much time between the thighs of, and that made her the closest thing he had to an attachment, didn't it? He lights up his cigarette, taking a deep drag to take the edge off his anger as he goes to make his way over and set up his shot. Sorry, sweetheart. This is going to be the end of Angeline.
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Date: 2013-02-05 07:07 am (UTC)From:There's the sound of the door slamming behind him (fuck his neighbours), and the turn of two locks. Clearly, kitty cat is far more annoyed than anything. There goes the hope for a good fuck any time soon. "Have it your way, boss." He disconnects the call and tucks away the phone with no further show, exchanging it for a hand-rolled, Indian shag cigarette instead. An ambiguous remark, but if Jim knows anything about Sebastian, he'll know the man was never one for backing down from a challenge and clearly this is exactly what it was. See if Tiger can kill his favorite playmate.
The man never compromised himself with attachments, no girlfriends or lovers or even particularly good mates because it simply didn't interest him. People rarely did on any level more than what they can provide him. But there was one woman he spent too much time between the thighs of, and that made her the closest thing he had to an attachment, didn't it? He lights up his cigarette, taking a deep drag to take the edge off his anger as he goes to make his way over and set up his shot. Sorry, sweetheart. This is going to be the end of Angeline.