The Shadowman (Two Bit, INACTIVE)

[evan2]

Back in Chicago Smythe had been a legendary figure in the underworld. Though mostly his role was the Urban Legend. He had his turf by the waterfront and those who entered rarely left unscathed.

But then he had been captured and tortured. He had been too easy to find. Now he learned from his mistake. Though he noticed he had been frequenting the streets of the bronx all too often.

Thus the current change of scenery. Smythe left the bus and ducked into a nearby convenience store. He had enough money in his pockets to buy some food, however he needed it for a hit, not to mention the bus ride back into the city.

Thus stated he grabbed a couple of random granola bars and shoved them into his pockets. He then ducked out of the store and into the shadows of a nearby ally.

"Maybe they saw us we should go farther away. They'll catch us."

He chuckled. "If they catches us then we kills them." He drew his knife and set it where it would be readily accessible. Only then did he begin eating the food he had "liberated".

[merrill]

Two-Bit was going about his day as casual as casual can get. He'd lifted two packs of cigarettes, chatted up two greasy chicks and rolled one drunk. He was hoping to call it a day and get to drinking. Tonight, there was supposed to be some poker game at Charlie's and he was hoping to score a little money. Then, he could get drunk. 

His car was at home because he wasn't intending to go very far and he figured a walk with some fresh air would do some good. Plus, there was the fact that his carburetor was shot. 

He stuck his thumbs through his belt loops and whistled as he moseyed on; it was still a little too early to go to the bar. He didn't have any particular reason to be at home and New York was a pretty big place, in one walk he could meet many people. Chicks, namely. They helped keep other things off his mind. 

He passed down an alley, a narrow passageway with hardly any lighting due to it being between two rather large buildings. They loomed over his head and Two-Bit could not help but feel an ominous feeling. It was such a cliché, dark allies were not that bad; they were only known for an easy spot to jump people. However, he had his switch with him, so he wasn't defenseless. 

Then, he saw the glint of a knife.

[evan2]

Smythe spotted the man heading towards him. He quickly gulped down the rest of the gas station food and grabbed his knife. He stepped out of the shadows, Precious at the ready.

"Who are you?"

As he stood with his knife at the ready he sized up the other person. How much did the man see and would he tell. However he knew he had just gotten rid of his main advantage, surprise. He hoped he wouldn't have to take the guy on. He was much better at lashing out from the shadows.

However if it did come down to that he would fight dirty and that tended to even the odds.

[merrill]

Two-Bit reacted without any thought. He whipped his blade out of the pocket in his jeans and flicked it open. It was an immediate reaction to any threat that presented itself. His first thought was the man before him was a Soc, but that was discarded. This guy was much too filthy and disheveled to have any class. If anything, the man was probably one of the many homeless folks that weren't hard to find in the streets of New York. 

Two-Bit stepped forward, the blade was loosely held in his hand and his wrists were slack. His stance carried one single message, I'm not afraid to defend myself. He kept his face emotionless as he sized up this man. The fight, if it were to occur, would be quite equal. Though Two-Bit was taller by a few inches, the guy had a definite crazy look to him. You can never underestimate crazy people. 

"Who are you?" 

Two-Bit relaxed his hold a little on his blade. "Two-Bit's the name," he replied, tightening his grip again as he eyed the crazy man in suspicion. "Booze 'n broads's the game." He paused and looked over his shoulder, to check if there weren't any other crazy men behind him. You never know in a dark alley. "Who'd you be?" Besides crazy, that is.