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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Feb 17, 2011 14:48:22 GMT -5
Aaron leaned back in his chair as the waiter floated away with his order. Shrimp scampi with a side of risotto. He sipped his glass of white wine and silently observed those around him in the small Italian restaurant. Couples out for a late Valentine's day dinner, business meetings over lasagna and chicken parmigiana and bottles of expensive Italian wine. A family of four sharing slices of tiramisu and cherry cheesecake. Everything seemed so normal here, and it usually was. Just not today. Today, Aaron was on a job.
He spotted his target at his usual window booth with his usual plate of spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread and a large garden salad. He had followed Carlo Tucci for two weeks, learned his habits and planned the execution accordingly. The client had wanted it quiet, unnoticeable as murder, hidden as natural causes. Aaron had brushed up on his medical knowledge and was now fingering his weapon of choice: A small, empty needle. All that was left was to "accidentally" bump into Tucci and use that opportunity to inject an air bubble into his blood stream. The bubble would travel to his heart and...the man would have a heart attack, undoubtedly brought on by too much wine and heavy Italian food.
Palming the needle, Aaron stood up and made his way to Tucci's table, just another customer looking for the men's room...
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Post by CLAUDIUS CHANDLER on Mar 6, 2011 11:04:56 GMT -5
Claudius was a man who loved to be in the spotlight, but this wasn't always the case. This small restaurant suited him very well at this particular moment in time; Hamlet Enterprises' takeover of Plush Magazine was getting a surprising amount of publicity but he didn't want to be a part of it while he was having a meal.
Having placed his order he sat back and took a sip from his glass of red wine. It was only as he did this, taking the opportunity to look around the restaurant, that he spotted Aaron. Aaron Moore.
Claudius Chandler and Aaron Moore knew each other well. Very well. It was Aaron who had supplied Claudius with the means necessary to murder Hamlet Sr. All kept quiet, of course, no questions asked. The pair of them hadn't met up much since the murder, so as not to arouse suspicion (although, of course, Aaron had a legitimate business to use as a cover).
Despite his knowledge of Aaron's illegal business, Claudius was unaware of his associate's intentions in being in the restaurant that day. Therefore, having spotted him, he immediately hailed him as an old friend might.
"Aaron," he called, loud enough for the man to hear but not so loud as to draw too much attention from everyone else. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
ooc: Hope that will suffice. (:
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Mar 7, 2011 9:13:27 GMT -5
Aaron, startled, turned to see who was talking to him. More than a little annoyed, he quickly slipped the needle into his pocket, and made his way back. His mood lightened a little when he saw that it was Claudius Chandler. He'd done some "consulting" for the tycoon a while back. They had gotten along well enough, although they stayed apart to keep suspicion away.
"Chandler. It's good to see you. Won't you sit with me?" He asked politely, gesturing to his table with his hand.
"I take it by the that pleasant demeanor of yours that everything went according to plan, after I got you what you needed?" He was deliberately vague. The conversation would sound innocuous enough to any passerby, though Chandler would know what he was referring to right away.
Just then, his order arrived and he immediately dug into his shrimp. "Their seafood is to die for here, Claudius. I suggest the seafood Alfredo, or the scampi I'm having."
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Post by CLAUDIUS CHANDLER on Mar 7, 2011 11:09:13 GMT -5
"Chandler. It's good to see you. Won't you sit with me?"
Claudius smirked as Aaron approached; always polite, even in a business of ruthless origins. He obliged him, getting to his feet and taking a seat opposite, setting down his glass of wine on the table before turning his attention to his associate again with a nod of thanks.
"I take it by the that pleasant demeanor of yours that everything went according to plan, after I got you what you needed?"
Claudius nodded again, taking a leisurely sip from his wine glass before speaking. "All according to plan," he replied. "Perfect. Better than perfect, actually, and I can't thank you enough. Nor can the company."
He chuckled at his own attempt at humour, before being distracted by the arrival of Aaron's order.
"Their seafood is to die for here, Claudius. I suggest the seafood Alfredo, or the scampi I'm having."
"Great minds think alike," Claudius replied. "I already ordered, Aaron, and I just happened to ask for the alfredo."
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Mar 8, 2011 18:13:40 GMT -5
Aaron grinned at Claudius as he dug into his shrimp and risotto.
"Well, I'm glad we're on the same wavelength then...except for wine preferences it seems." He nodded at his glass of white wine next to Claudius' red. "I don't know about you, but I save red wine for red meat." He took another sip and turned to watch Tucci again, still eating his spaghetti. Nodding in Tucci's direction, Aaron turned back to Claudius.
"I actually came here to take of some...business on behalf of a corporate rival of Mr. Tucci over there." He explained between fork fulls of risotto, "But at the rate he's going, he'll take of things without my help." He chuckled quietly at his own morbid humour as a waiter came, bringing Claudius' seafood Alfredo.
"Dig in, eh?" He said, looking at delicious, steaming meal on his aquaintance's plate.
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Post by CLAUDIUS CHANDLER on Mar 9, 2011 13:26:15 GMT -5
"Well, I'm glad we're on the same wavelength then...except for wine preferences it seems. I don't know about you, but I save red wine for red meat."
Claudius shrugged at Aaron's observation, stating simply that everyone was different, before following the man's gaze to the man near the window and back again.
"I actually came here to take of some...business on behalf of a corporate rival of Mr. Tucci over there. But at the rate he's going, he'll take of things without my help."
Claudius knew immediately what Aaron meant by business, then realizing that he'd ruined Aaron's initial set up. He shot him an apologetic look, rather than laughing as his associate did (though he found his comment amusing).
"Sorry I intruded-"
He would have said more but it was at this point his food arrived and he turned his attention momentarily to the waiter. Having thanked him Claudius did as Aaron instructed and began to eat, not bothering to finish what he'd been saying previously. Aaron surely understood what he meant.
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Mar 10, 2011 1:33:55 GMT -5
Aaron shook his head and smiled softly. "Don't worry about it. It's probably best if I find a quieter place to do it anyway." He could always pull the old KGB tipped unbrella trick if he had to, or sneek into Tucci's penthouse while he was sleeping to administer the needle. Claudius was a customer, and it was smart to be curteous to him, if only to encourage return business. And besides, the tycoon wasn't irksome, or tedious. He was quite the opposite - amusing, intelligent - and it didn't hurt to have company once in a while. It staved off boredome, and the melancholy that came with it.
"So, what do you think about Tormei trying to beat out Plantagent for mayor?" Aaron asked as he finished off his risotto and his wine, "If things between those two get any more hostile, the firm is going to have a field day. The word is Plantagnet is getting paranoid. I know it's not polite to wish ill on others, but if he does snap, it gives me a chance to snap up another security contract."
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Post by CLAUDIUS CHANDLER on Mar 10, 2011 11:01:15 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it. It's probably best if I find a quieter place to do it anyway."
Claudius nodded, not entirely comfortable discussing Tucci's imminent demise as the situation reminded him all too clearly of his brother's. Not that he was sorry Hamlet Sr was dead, of course, rather that it was awkward to dwell on it in the public eye.
He returned his attention to his alfredo but looked up as Aaron changed the subject.
"So, what do you think about Tormei trying to beat out Plantagent for mayor? If things between those two get any more hostile, the firm is going to have a field day. The word is Plantagnet is getting paranoid. I know it's not polite to wish ill on others, but if he does snap, it gives me a chance to snap up another security contract."
Claudius chuckled before making his reply; if he were perfectly honest the situation amused him.
"It's no wonder Plantagenet's getting paranoid, being up against a man like Tormei," he said. "It's rather strange though, things between them being so hostile. As to my knowledge they're business asoociates...or used to be." He paused to take a sip of his wine before continuing. "Personally, I think Hector's the man for the job."
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Mar 10, 2011 14:48:18 GMT -5
Aaron studied Chandler for a moment. "Maybe. I talked to him during that little press fiasco in front of City Hall. He's all for stricter gun laws, which would mean npt having to worry about crazies with guns trying to take out my client. And the easier they are to protect, the more likely the payday."
Aaron mused ver the local politics as he finished his scampi. He looked back at Chandler, and an amused grin appeared on his face.
"So, I heard your nephew is causing quite a stir." He chuckled, popping the last shrimp into his mouth. "I trust he's not causing too much trouble?"
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Post by CLAUDIUS CHANDLER on Mar 11, 2011 14:08:47 GMT -5
"Maybe. I talked to him during that little press fiasco in front of City Hall. He's all for stricter gun laws, which would mean npt having to worry about crazies with guns trying to take out my client. And the easier they are to protect, the more likely the payday."
"Fair point," Claudius replied. He wasn't as clued up with regards to gun laws as Aaron, so, having said this, he returned his attention to his food until his companion spoke again.
"So, I heard your nephew is causing quite a stir. I trust he's not causing too much trouble?"
Claudius looked up, his previously pleasant expression gone to be replaced with one of irritation.
"Don't get me started on Harry," Claudius said, though not as unkindly as he might have otherwise done (this was Aaron Moore he was dealing with after all). "He's causing a great deal of trouble, in my opinion."
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Mar 16, 2011 20:01:32 GMT -5
Aaron chuckled, amused at his associate's annoyance at his nephew.
"Well, if he ever causes too much trouble..." He patted his jacket, where he had hung his Glock on an inside pocket. "You know I'm more than willing to give hi a working over. For the right price." He grinned at his obviously phrased greed. He finished the last of his meal adn turned back to Chandler.
"So, can you recommend me any clients? I'm looking to build up my list and I've already gotten some recomendations from other clients. I figured I could bug you to give me one too." His grin widened a little, as he waited for the other man to reply.
(OC: Um...do you have any idea for some exciting plottage here? It's kind of dying...XP)
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Post by CLAUDIUS CHANDLER on Mar 17, 2011 10:54:04 GMT -5
"Well, if he ever causes too much trouble...You know I'm more than willing to give hi a working over. For the right price."
Claudius chuckled, though somewhat hesitantly. What sort of a person did Aaron take him for? He returned his attention to his meal and finished not long after Aaron did, returning his attention almost on instinct to his wine glass.
"So, can you recommend me any clients? I'm looking to build up my list and I've already gotten some recomendations from other clients. I figured I could bug you to give me one too."
"I'm afrid no-one leaps to mind," Claudius said, preffering to be vague considering the nature of their conversation and the location in which it was taking place. "But if I do think of anyone I'll let you know."
ooc: I have no ideas. D: /Nessiefail
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Mar 24, 2011 11:43:33 GMT -5
(OC: gah! *flail* I must think of something)
Aaron nodded in thanks to Claudius, adding "The firm 's needing some new clients. I'd appreciate whatever help you can give me in the future."
Just then, then the waiter came by to clear plates. Aaron ordered a slice of tiramisu for dessert. "So," He said, tuning back to Chandler when he was done, "How's the 'sorrowful' widow? The tabloids seem to be getting antsy about you two. You should be careful or the shit will seriously hit the fan."
(OC: I'm sorry if in your plotline Gertrude and Claudius aren't a couple yet. I wasn't sure what else to say to keep this thread going XP. I fail exponentially XD)
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Post by CLAUDIUS CHANDLER on Mar 26, 2011 5:45:47 GMT -5
"The firm 's needing some new clients. I'd appreciate whatever help you can give me in the future."
"Of course,"
Claudius nodded again before drinking the last of the wine in his glass. He was pleased that part of the conversation seemed to be over and done with. He was distracted momentarilly by the re-appearance of the waiter; he had his wine glass topped up but ordered no dessert as his companion did.
"So...How's the 'sorrowful' widow? The tabloids seem to be getting antsy about you two. You should be careful or the shit will seriously hit the fan."
Chandler choked on the sip of wine he'd taken as Aaron spoke, but managed to pass it off as a not too convincing cough.
"Look," he said, having regained the ability to speak coherently. "There is absolutely nothing going on between us, alright? It's rumours and nothing more. The tabloids are spouting rubbish, as ever. I wouldn't have thought you'd be the sort of person to keep up with that sort of thing anyway."
In truth there was nothing going on. And Claudius was getting a bit perturbed by the number of times he was having to stress this point.
ooc: Haha, that's fine. They aren't but that was amusing. XD
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Mar 29, 2011 17:11:23 GMT -5
Aaron chuckled in amusement as Claudius almost had a fit over his comment about him and his brother's widow.
"Oh, I don't pay attention to the gossip rags myself.. My faithful secretary keeps me up to date on the latest local rumours and scandals. We have a good laugh over it at lunchtime." He grinned at Chandler just as his tiramisu arrived, and he dug in.
The ladyfingers were fresh and moist with espresso and the marscopone was rich and liberally layered between and on top of the coffee soaked biscuits. Just how he liked it. He couldn't count how many times he'd gone to a cafe and had the same desert, only to find the cream starting to dry out and the ladyfingers stale. It was like people had forgotten how to keep food fresh.
He shoveled in the tiramisu when he looked up, and decided it wasn't exactly polite to leave Chandler dawdling at his table.
"So, Claudius," Aaron spoke up casually between bites, "How goes your latest acquisition, that magazine you just bought out? How lucrative do you think it will be in the long run?"
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