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deadlydelicacy) wrote2011-04-19 08:46 pm
deadlydelicacy) wrote2011-04-19 08:46 pm
☆BACKLOG☆ - Reborn and Bianchi history
Who: Reborn and Bianchi
What: Their first real mission together
When: Two years before the start of the game. ☆BACKLOG☆
Where: A place a lot like New York
To say Bianchi was nervous would be an understatement. It did not help that she'd been paired with Reborn for this mission and was still trying to decide if it was a test or someone just didn't think she could handle it on her own. None of that was making things easier. And she was pretty sure Reborn remembered her little obsession with him from when she was twelve. Her eyes darted sideways for a moment, the dark fedora hard to see but the orange band blazing even in the dim light. There was no way she'd let on she was on edge. Reborn wouldn't treat her differently and she didn't want someone she had great respect for to think any less of her. It was her job to prove herself regardless of what this evening was about.
Both their heels clicked on the sidewalk as they moved toward the building their target was supposedly inside. The expensive black Ferragamo shoes Reborn wore had a hollower sound from the wider heel. And Bianchi's made that higher pitched, focused sound of a three inch stiletto. Her arm was curled lightly at his elbow and they certainly made a fine looking couple as they approached the gallery, the lights from the building throwing the shadows crossways to those cast by the streetlights outside. The cars passing by threw their own shadows making light dance around dizzyingly. As they grew closer, the bouncer at the door was visible. The show was invitation only but of course they didn't forget that detail, Reborn had the invitation in his jacket, Bianchi's clutch was obviously too small to carry it without having to fold the fine paper. Her eyes lifted up the tower of the building and she took note of the windows that were lit. Then let her gaze fall back to the building looking for other exits. "Looks like quite the party." She murmured, voice lazy more because of effort on her part than any real state of calm. Her hand was just a little tight against Reborn's elbow. Madonna it was like having your teacher by your side while you took the SATs.
What: Their first real mission together
When: Two years before the start of the game. ☆BACKLOG☆
Where: A place a lot like New York
To say Bianchi was nervous would be an understatement. It did not help that she'd been paired with Reborn for this mission and was still trying to decide if it was a test or someone just didn't think she could handle it on her own. None of that was making things easier. And she was pretty sure Reborn remembered her little obsession with him from when she was twelve. Her eyes darted sideways for a moment, the dark fedora hard to see but the orange band blazing even in the dim light. There was no way she'd let on she was on edge. Reborn wouldn't treat her differently and she didn't want someone she had great respect for to think any less of her. It was her job to prove herself regardless of what this evening was about.
Both their heels clicked on the sidewalk as they moved toward the building their target was supposedly inside. The expensive black Ferragamo shoes Reborn wore had a hollower sound from the wider heel. And Bianchi's made that higher pitched, focused sound of a three inch stiletto. Her arm was curled lightly at his elbow and they certainly made a fine looking couple as they approached the gallery, the lights from the building throwing the shadows crossways to those cast by the streetlights outside. The cars passing by threw their own shadows making light dance around dizzyingly. As they grew closer, the bouncer at the door was visible. The show was invitation only but of course they didn't forget that detail, Reborn had the invitation in his jacket, Bianchi's clutch was obviously too small to carry it without having to fold the fine paper. Her eyes lifted up the tower of the building and she took note of the windows that were lit. Then let her gaze fall back to the building looking for other exits. "Looks like quite the party." She murmured, voice lazy more because of effort on her part than any real state of calm. Her hand was just a little tight against Reborn's elbow. Madonna it was like having your teacher by your side while you took the SATs.
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He watched as the various bosses, subordinates, along with the usual subterfuge of subordinates pretending to be bosses, and vice versa, walked confidently into the room to sit around the plain wooden table, feeling entirely in control of the situation. But it was a brittle confidence, and Reborn had already planned to exploit it.
His usual fedora was tilted forward, his signature dark suit impeccably pressed, his long legs propped up at the head of the table as he sat back in the surprisingly sturdy wooden chair, the perfect picture of easy insolence. He could see as the more hot-headed among the delegation bristled at the insult offered by this calculated gesture. When he judged the timing to be right, he reached for his own can of soda, popped the tab casually and took a sip.
"It's really quite good," he said mildly, when none of the group followed suit, instead watching him suspiciously, and at Bianchi and Alessandro nearby.
"Cut the crap, hit man," one of the men snapped angrily, pushing his offered can out of the way and into the center of the table, where it tilted and overbalanced, falling onto its side. It then rolled, due to a slight tilt, down to tap gently against Reborn's shoe. "Look who your partner is - the Poison Scorpion! Of course we're not going to touch any damn thing you offer us!"
Reborn shrugged and took another sip for himself. "Well, if you didn't want it, you only had to say so."
"We're here to talk terms," another of the group said, with the overblown confidence of a decoy boss overacting in order to persuade. "So talk. We're reasonable people, I'm sure, and we can come to an agreement-"
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Bianchi picked up her own can and drank sedately. "Some men are so shy." She murmured, gaze on the man who'd yelled. But her eyes cut like fire toward the man who started grandstanding. She stared at him like he was a worm writhing on the sidewalk. And then after an uncomfortable moment she started laughing. "Reasonable. Aren't they adorable?" She said lightly to Reborn. Her arm left Alessandro's and she reached for her purse, a larger bag now, and guns whipped out as she pulled out a packet of kleenex, a compact and a can of hairspray. She ignored all the weapons and flipped the compact open to dab at her eyes, drying away tears from her laughter.