01-27-2014, 10:29 PM
Through the door and down the hallway to the elevator, Hood was the picture perfect gentleman. One large hand carefully rested over hers on his raised arm, although his palm was far too warm and calloused for the sort of fellow that frequented these sorts of parties. Of course, the forearm under the well tailored, and very expensive, suit didn't fit with the local crowd either.
He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of him being 'right at home' at the apartment they were headed to. He'd visited it before arriving at the party, and what Mr Talanov considered to be little more then a conveniently close-to-work bed he could use on late work nights was far too extravagant for his tastes.
"Ketchup. Yeah, I think that's the guy."
He glanced down at her, then shrugged at her apparent confusion, "Heinz. Heinz ketchup. Ketchup. That tomato paste stuff folks put on french fries and burgers?"
Her rather strategic use of her natural assets were entirely distracting, such to the point that he almost didn't notice how long it took for the elevator to reach their floor.
He stood staring into the open elevator for a long moment, as if listening or watching for something, but when nothing caught his attention he stepped in without any further hesitation. "I offered you my business card once, remember? But little miss beautiful doesn't carry a purse when she goes clubbing. I am a..." he plucked a card from the breast pocket of his suit and looked at the title for a moment as if to remind himself. What was written there made him smirk, "A 'security analyst and adviser.' Heh. Get a kick out of that one."
"Dominance 1's premier up-and-coming private security company. I haven't climbed the ladder as far as you, my dear, but then again, I've never been much of one for the spotlight."
The elevator did stop a few times at random floors, but after the second stop it continued to the lobby without further trouble. Of course, the lobby in turn revealed to be quite the commotion. The reds and blues of police headlights lit the windows, and a few of the guests of the party waited impatiently, building security unwilling to let anyone leave until the police had finished with whatever they were up to outside.
"So you like the suit? Drats. I'll have to buy a suit bag for it then. Probably shouldn't take it to my regular dry cleaner either."
He frowned down at the suit; this thing was going to be quite the hassle, apparently. He grinned at her again, and once the doors were opened wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led the way out.
The police had all made their departure, and various party goers made their way to their waiting limos and fancy sports cars. Hood of course had arrived by cab, but it wasn't like he didn't have a backup plan in the works. A staff car of Pervaya Security rolled up past the line of waiting expensive vehicles, much to the anger of the already flustered valets. With the excitement of the Chief Inspector's high-profile arrest, the remaining reporters and paparazzi were gone to try and get the best deal for their pictures.
It pulled to a stop and a man that, at first glance, may not seem so different from Hoodj other then the darker skin stepped out to open the door for Hood and Spectra, nodding curtly to the pair, "White. Miss Lin. A pleasure."
His accent was subtle, but there was still a hint of his British roots.
"Koloman. Perfect timing as usual. Transport didn't make a big issue of this?"
Hood stepped aside to let Spectra climb into the car first, offering his hand to help her in, his eyes on her the whole time he spoke with his friend.
"No. The boss didn't have an issue with it. Miss Lin is a very high profile individual, after all. No offense, Miss Lin, but business is business, as I'm sure you understand."
Koloman nodded to the pair when Hood climbed in and closed the door. He was a rather fit man, so the extra effort needed to close the door went unnoticed. Needless to say, the car was more then stylish. It was functional as well. Armoured plates, improved shocks, puncture-resistant tires, the usual.
Koloman took his place riding shotgun, and the vehicle's driver pulled away from the curb while one of the valet's subtly flipped them the bird before getting back to work.
The staff car, an Audi SUV, sported a glass partition between the driver and the passengers, much like a common limo. Instead of the entirely lavish interior she was likely used to, however, Pervaya was a security company first and foremost. Hood shrugged out of his coat and suit jacket before climbing into the car, and once in he slid open a hidden compartment built into the seat back, revealing a pair of compact SMGs and, more importantly, his shoulder harness and revolver, which were slid on with a sound much like a long held breath being released. "Finally. Felt naked all night."
Continued here: A Quiet Night In
Edited by Hood, Jun 23 2015, 08:55 PM.
He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of him being 'right at home' at the apartment they were headed to. He'd visited it before arriving at the party, and what Mr Talanov considered to be little more then a conveniently close-to-work bed he could use on late work nights was far too extravagant for his tastes.
"Ketchup. Yeah, I think that's the guy."
He glanced down at her, then shrugged at her apparent confusion, "Heinz. Heinz ketchup. Ketchup. That tomato paste stuff folks put on french fries and burgers?"
Her rather strategic use of her natural assets were entirely distracting, such to the point that he almost didn't notice how long it took for the elevator to reach their floor.
He stood staring into the open elevator for a long moment, as if listening or watching for something, but when nothing caught his attention he stepped in without any further hesitation. "I offered you my business card once, remember? But little miss beautiful doesn't carry a purse when she goes clubbing. I am a..." he plucked a card from the breast pocket of his suit and looked at the title for a moment as if to remind himself. What was written there made him smirk, "A 'security analyst and adviser.' Heh. Get a kick out of that one."
"Dominance 1's premier up-and-coming private security company. I haven't climbed the ladder as far as you, my dear, but then again, I've never been much of one for the spotlight."
The elevator did stop a few times at random floors, but after the second stop it continued to the lobby without further trouble. Of course, the lobby in turn revealed to be quite the commotion. The reds and blues of police headlights lit the windows, and a few of the guests of the party waited impatiently, building security unwilling to let anyone leave until the police had finished with whatever they were up to outside.
"So you like the suit? Drats. I'll have to buy a suit bag for it then. Probably shouldn't take it to my regular dry cleaner either."
He frowned down at the suit; this thing was going to be quite the hassle, apparently. He grinned at her again, and once the doors were opened wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led the way out.
The police had all made their departure, and various party goers made their way to their waiting limos and fancy sports cars. Hood of course had arrived by cab, but it wasn't like he didn't have a backup plan in the works. A staff car of Pervaya Security rolled up past the line of waiting expensive vehicles, much to the anger of the already flustered valets. With the excitement of the Chief Inspector's high-profile arrest, the remaining reporters and paparazzi were gone to try and get the best deal for their pictures.
It pulled to a stop and a man that, at first glance, may not seem so different from Hoodj other then the darker skin stepped out to open the door for Hood and Spectra, nodding curtly to the pair, "White. Miss Lin. A pleasure."
His accent was subtle, but there was still a hint of his British roots.
"Koloman. Perfect timing as usual. Transport didn't make a big issue of this?"
Hood stepped aside to let Spectra climb into the car first, offering his hand to help her in, his eyes on her the whole time he spoke with his friend.
"No. The boss didn't have an issue with it. Miss Lin is a very high profile individual, after all. No offense, Miss Lin, but business is business, as I'm sure you understand."
Koloman nodded to the pair when Hood climbed in and closed the door. He was a rather fit man, so the extra effort needed to close the door went unnoticed. Needless to say, the car was more then stylish. It was functional as well. Armoured plates, improved shocks, puncture-resistant tires, the usual.
Koloman took his place riding shotgun, and the vehicle's driver pulled away from the curb while one of the valet's subtly flipped them the bird before getting back to work.
The staff car, an Audi SUV, sported a glass partition between the driver and the passengers, much like a common limo. Instead of the entirely lavish interior she was likely used to, however, Pervaya was a security company first and foremost. Hood shrugged out of his coat and suit jacket before climbing into the car, and once in he slid open a hidden compartment built into the seat back, revealing a pair of compact SMGs and, more importantly, his shoulder harness and revolver, which were slid on with a sound much like a long held breath being released. "Finally. Felt naked all night."
Continued here: A Quiet Night In
Edited by Hood, Jun 23 2015, 08:55 PM.