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smash_logs2010-11-04 06:08 pm
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Who: Leon, Giovanni
What: BLACKY'S MURDER COMMISSION
Where: The docks by Smashville Avenue
When: Midnight-ish, November 5th
Warnings: DEF. not really.
This outfit.
The outfit for the operation.
It was lovely! It fit so perfect. If Leon didn't have an operation to pull tonight, he would lounge around his dorm all day just wearing this outfit. But alas.
Disguising himself was something he normally didn't do in these situations. Back in Lylat, whenever he had to kill someone, he just did it and everyone knew he did it. It's how he got his reputation. But part of why he made several returns to Final Destination was because he DIDN'T have that kind of reputation here. He was able to live a moderately normal life. If he lost that, where would he have left to go for peace of mind-type of living? So of course he overdid his look with a pair of scissors, a razor, and black temp hair dye for a start. Or maybe there were other reasons behind this change because people are going to wonder about it when they see him the next day- but he wasn't thinking about that right now.
It was a large, common warehouse by the docks. Quiet, cluttered, common. The river reflected the moon high above. Leon glanced up on occasion as he waited at the doorway, knife clipped to the backside of his belt, a realistic pokeball in his hand. All he could do now was hope his target takes the bait, but for a Flygon, he probably would. He didn't even think much else about him.
yet.
As for Giovanni himself, a rocket grunt is waiting for him at the docks. With a special delivery.
What: BLACKY'S MURDER COMMISSION
Where: The docks by Smashville Avenue
When: Midnight-ish, November 5th
Warnings: DEF. not really.
This outfit.
The outfit for the operation.
It was lovely! It fit so perfect. If Leon didn't have an operation to pull tonight, he would lounge around his dorm all day just wearing this outfit. But alas.
Disguising himself was something he normally didn't do in these situations. Back in Lylat, whenever he had to kill someone, he just did it and everyone knew he did it. It's how he got his reputation. But part of why he made several returns to Final Destination was because he DIDN'T have that kind of reputation here. He was able to live a moderately normal life. If he lost that, where would he have left to go for peace of mind-type of living? So of course he overdid his look with a pair of scissors, a razor, and black temp hair dye for a start. Or maybe there were other reasons behind this change because people are going to wonder about it when they see him the next day- but he wasn't thinking about that right now.
It was a large, common warehouse by the docks. Quiet, cluttered, common. The river reflected the moon high above. Leon glanced up on occasion as he waited at the doorway, knife clipped to the backside of his belt, a realistic pokeball in his hand. All he could do now was hope his target takes the bait, but for a Flygon, he probably would. He didn't even think much else about him.
yet.
As for Giovanni himself, a rocket grunt is waiting for him at the docks. With a special delivery.
