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You Get What You Pay For, and sometimes a little more
| Eli Black |
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Your Saviour
 
Group: civilian
Posts: 15
Member No.: 23
Joined: 26-March 09

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Applebees? Well, they sure had a sense of humour. Whoever 'they' were...it didn't really matter in the end. Flippin' the bills was their job, Eli just had to point and shoot. That's how the story went...not so simple for the most part, but at the end of the day blood was always spilled and money was always transferred. The jobs had escalated in difficulty. Usually he was picking off wealthy estate owners in foreign countries...now it seemed like they were always some top secret military personnel.
"How many seats?" the host asked, snapping Eli out of his thoughts. "...One," he said, looking the attractive woman over once, "maybe two if you're on your break, darlin'.." "I'm clearly not," she replied curtly, motioning him to follow her to a table. "Alright, well, if you change your mind you know what table I'm gonna be at," Eli mentioned, sitting down at the offered chair in the far corner of the restaurant.
Time passed before the waitress came. He didn't bother looking at the menu as he waited, considering he already knew what he was ordering. It was kinda like a code. His appearance and his unique order were going to send them a message, then he was going to get his package. Black didn't know how the applebees staff knew to hand him a message after asking for a special order, and he didn't really care to know. As long as he got results, who cared?
The waitress walked over and introduced herself, asking what he'd like. "Well, sugar, I'd love a rum n' coke double. Also, if you can cook me up a steak sandwich, two sides of fries and three toothpicks." She looked at him like he was crazy but wrote the order down anyways. Eli gave her a big smile and watched her as she left. Before long the drink came. The southerner tossed the little straw and downed the glass, ordering two more as he waited.
Finally the food came, accompanied by the requested toothpicks and something else. A piece of paper. "Guess this is for you," was all the waitress said, tryin' to hide her curiosity. "Much obliged," Eli said, taking a bite out of the sandwich before checking the paper.
It read: Nathaniel David Knight
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| Eli Black |
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Your Saviour
 
Group: civilian
Posts: 15
Member No.: 23
Joined: 26-March 09

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"Huh..." Eli huffed, allowing a slow smile to curve on his lips. No need to do any extra homework for this one. Just happened that Eli knew exactly who Nathaniel Knight was, unlike most of the foreign targets. Higher up from Umbrella...one of the executives or something. Black didn't exactly know why his organization wanted to take out Umbrella, when the corporation was praised by the general public. Then again, on his travels he knew the giant wasn't exactly clean. But then what corporation was? Obviously they were stepping on the wrong heads now though, since the assassin had buried three identifiable Umbrella associates already. The rest were whatever. It was a dangerous game to play, and Eli was in for the long run.
The southerner finished his meal and ordered another drink, leaning back in his chair. His jacket moved with him, showing his gun strap across his chest. Luckily he noticed before anyone else did, and silently noted that this would be his last drink at the restaurant. Considering himself the drunken master of gunslingers, even Eli knew when to call it quits and keep his wits about him...anymore slips and the police could be shoving him in a jail and trying to figure out exactly who the fuck he was. That wouldn't be nice. Then again, better than being tortured in South America. That was even less friendly.
As the drink was placed between his hands, Elijah slowly turned it in his hands. He glanced up from the drink and looked at the people around him. People with friends and family, with lovers and enemies. Laughing, remembering, discussing. It was all bullshit. Eli laughed often, but he was the only one usually. These people had no idea what kind of world was just beneath their feet. And they would never know. He wasn't envious, but he wasn't condemning either. The black cat had a lot of lives and a lot of luck, even so he had his scars. They made him feel alive. He would never take enjoyment, sitting around a table with family and discussing daily life with other people, or listening in on someone's story about how they got a promotion or got engaged. It was all so damn boring. Everyones life was just too damn boring. That kind of life was never meant for him. Every day would be either heaven or hell, but no mediocrity between. Paradise or death. And as Eli took a swig from his glass and felt the warmth spread through his body, he accepted that for the moment he was in paradise.
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| Eli Black |
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Your Saviour
 
Group: civilian
Posts: 15
Member No.: 23
Joined: 26-March 09

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He glanced up at her as she came towards him, a small sideways smirk on his face as their eyes met. Well, if it wasn't just the hottest little thing in Seattle grabbin' a seat at his table. Eli could appreciate a woman's company, especially one that moved and talked like she did. She was his kinda woman.
"It should be a crime for people to drink alone," she said, making him tilt his head to the side slightly. "Aw, well, if you're gonna cuff me...I aint got no complaints. What you drinkin', darlin'?" he asked, gray eyes traveling over her body before resting back on her own. Definitely not what Eli was expecting when he stopped for work. Unexpected, yes. Unwanted, no. After all, Eli was a firm believer in working hard and playing hard at the same time. He stared at her a little longer before smirking more and glancing down at his drink in thought.
"So what brings you to my lonely corner?" he asked, tucking the paper in a pocket. "If you're lookin' for another french fry to steal you're outta luck. Ate all mine."
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| Eli Black |
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Your Saviour
 
Group: civilian
Posts: 15
Member No.: 23
Joined: 26-March 09

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"Well, looks like I'm buyin'," he said, waving over a waitress. "Another one of these. For my guest," he told her, tapping the glass. The waitress left and Eli returned his attention to the woman. "Oh I see how it is...you're givin' me pity company," Black said with a chuckle, running his tongue along the inside of cheek slightly. "Now I'd be insulted if it came from a girl that wasn't so...easy on the eyes."
The waitress stopped by just then and handed her another double rum and coke. "That's right, I'm no local. Raised in Tennessee, so a lil outta my element here. Just stopped by for business," he told her, stopping himself from getting into details by changing the subject, "Can't say I've ever been to Seattle before. The name's Eli by the way. What about you? Gotta name?" Eli asked playfully, leaning closer into the table. She was definitely a ten. Hell, she was a ten and then some. Bold girl. It was something he always liked in a woman. There was something different about her though, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it as he glanced into her eyes.
"You came alone too, I'm assumin', so maybe I'm the one thats keepin' you company...not that I'd have it any other way. Lonely girls like you are...well...hard to come by," he ended, downing his drink and placing it on the edge of the table. "You hungry, sweetheart?"
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