[At this time of day, the bar is a little more quiet. The lights are dim and the curtains are drawn, giving the air a smokey, dreary look. Stale cigarette smoke clings to the ceiling, suspended without the constant bustle of people coming in and out.]
[A woman at the counter perks when the door chimes and a sliver of light cuts inside, slicing a pale beam through the place. Bits of dust brighten with the onslaught, only to disappear as they plunge back into the dark. Across her neck, scales of blue shimmer and she bares her teeth for a moment. Not in a threat, but in surprise. Her eyes squint and she immediately turns her head, tossing the pale-white of her hair to and fro. She waves it away soon after, the bin in her hands clinking and jingling with the sudden movement.] Yeah, he's here - [She finally says with a sigh. The bin's placed onto the counter with a thud and as the door closes shut, there's a visible ease in her shoulders. She throws her head back to the new comer, ice-green lips puckered out in slight suspicion.] - what do want with him?
[A small fire catches nearby, crackling in the open maw of a fireplace rather suddenly. The flames stoke unannounced, but it's enough of a warning. From above, the floorboards shake and quiver. As thunderous heels shoot off; the pace daunting, yet oddly purposeful. The woman turns away, peering upwards with a soft scoff.]
[From the darkened stairwell above, a glow of orange slowly seeps in. Like the very fire recently-caught below, it grows; spilling a gold wash down the rusted-iron steps. A lofty sigh follows, the sound crackling similar to stoked charcoal. One foot falls, then another. Showing off a signature pair of curved-tipped boots.] Oi, oi, oi - now, that's not very nice. I'm expecting a few today, sweet heart. Try to be a little nicer, hmn?
[Greed coils around the winding staircase, his claws shoved deep into his pockets. The steps rattle under his heels and the bolts shiver from where they hardly manage to stay. He shoots a grin to the nameless woman, his mouth full of a deadly set.] Besides, you should know how this works by now. Don't worry. [And he doesn't sound upset at all. Almost pleased, appreciative. One shoulder rolls back, sending the fur of his collar to caress his jawline. He hits the lower floor with a clack, circling the woman to take a look at just who's shown up at his doorstep.]
Oh-? Sorry, that was a little rude. [The Sin's eyebrows touch above his pitch-black shades and he dips slightly to touch at his collarbone.] You must be one of the ones from the network - [A simmer vibrates in his throat and the black coating alongside his neck stokes to a muted orange.]
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[A woman at the counter perks when the door chimes and a sliver of light cuts inside, slicing a pale beam through the place. Bits of dust brighten with the onslaught, only to disappear as they plunge back into the dark. Across her neck, scales of blue shimmer and she bares her teeth for a moment. Not in a threat, but in surprise. Her eyes squint and she immediately turns her head, tossing the pale-white of her hair to and fro. She waves it away soon after, the bin in her hands clinking and jingling with the sudden movement.] Yeah, he's here - [She finally says with a sigh. The bin's placed onto the counter with a thud and as the door closes shut, there's a visible ease in her shoulders. She throws her head back to the new comer, ice-green lips puckered out in slight suspicion.] - what do want with him?
[A small fire catches nearby, crackling in the open maw of a fireplace rather suddenly. The flames stoke unannounced, but it's enough of a warning. From above, the floorboards shake and quiver. As thunderous heels shoot off; the pace daunting, yet oddly purposeful. The woman turns away, peering upwards with a soft scoff.]
[From the darkened stairwell above, a glow of orange slowly seeps in. Like the very fire recently-caught below, it grows; spilling a gold wash down the rusted-iron steps. A lofty sigh follows, the sound crackling similar to stoked charcoal. One foot falls, then another. Showing off a signature pair of curved-tipped boots.] Oi, oi, oi - now, that's not very nice. I'm expecting a few today, sweet heart. Try to be a little nicer, hmn?
[Greed coils around the winding staircase, his claws shoved deep into his pockets. The steps rattle under his heels and the bolts shiver from where they hardly manage to stay. He shoots a grin to the nameless woman, his mouth full of a deadly set.] Besides, you should know how this works by now. Don't worry. [And he doesn't sound upset at all. Almost pleased, appreciative. One shoulder rolls back, sending the fur of his collar to caress his jawline. He hits the lower floor with a clack, circling the woman to take a look at just who's shown up at his doorstep.]
Oh-? Sorry, that was a little rude. [The Sin's eyebrows touch above his pitch-black shades and he dips slightly to touch at his collarbone.] You must be one of the ones from the network - [A simmer vibrates in his throat and the black coating alongside his neck stokes to a muted orange.]
- so, what can I do for you, lovely?