Quicksilver
Sep 18th, 2003, 02:28:35 PM
-The doors of the club swung open but in all the activity no-one really noticed.
Standing a little over 6', the figure was hidden beneath black robes; his face hidden in the shadow of the hood.
He moved cautiously but briskly across the floor and approached the table -in the corner- at which a few shady characters sat.-
"....Have a seat"
-Came the voice from the table, delayed by the sip of a strong drink.
The robe planted on the nearest seat to the table, a momment of silence passed.-
"You have a job for me?"
-The rhetorical question spoken with a clear voice; defined words with a strong metallic lace.-
Standing a little over 6', the figure was hidden beneath black robes; his face hidden in the shadow of the hood.
He moved cautiously but briskly across the floor and approached the table -in the corner- at which a few shady characters sat.-
"....Have a seat"
-Came the voice from the table, delayed by the sip of a strong drink.
The robe planted on the nearest seat to the table, a momment of silence passed.-
"You have a job for me?"
-The rhetorical question spoken with a clear voice; defined words with a strong metallic lace.-