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Post by Mikami on Aug 5, 2008 13:26:16 GMT -5
Mikami was tired after a hard case, prosecuting a criminal who had been wearing a clown's mask at the crime scene. He decided he could be lenient enough in his duties to kill him that night. Thinking of his duties, he realised he had a long night infront of him, he decided to go to the nearest convenience store to buy an energy drink. When he had arrived he quickly picked up an energy drink and something sugary to keep himself awake. He entered the queue to pay for his items, and took in his immediate surroundings, something he was used to, he noticed the person two places infront of him was wearing a motorcycle helmet. He started thinking about this until he had to move forward in the queue.
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Post by Mello on Aug 5, 2008 13:28:39 GMT -5
Mello carefully balanced the stack of chocolate bars in his arms. "Yeah, these, and I need a pack of..." He scanned the boxes of cigarettes. Matt hadn't said which he wanted, and there were a lot to choose from.
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Post by Mikami on Aug 5, 2008 13:31:12 GMT -5
Mikami watched as the man in front of him became frustrated at the motorcycle wearing customer. His patience was also wearing a little thin, "Would you mind hurrying up." he said politely to the customer.
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Post by Mello on Aug 5, 2008 13:32:03 GMT -5
"Would you mind shutting up?" Mello snarled without turning around.
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Post by Mikami on Aug 5, 2008 13:35:15 GMT -5
Mikami thought to himself " just the kind of person who deserves to die, the violent ones.", he decided a calm solution could be possible, "If you hurry up, I will not complain, is that a good enough compromise?" he suggested.
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Post by Mello on Aug 5, 2008 13:38:42 GMT -5
Mello ignored him, looking at the boxes of cigarettes again. Why were these little packets so expensive? And what were 'slims?'
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Post by Mikami on Aug 5, 2008 13:40:46 GMT -5
"Disgusting habit you know," Mikami said in a matter-of-factly way, "Maybe if you got over a craving, we wouldn't have to wait."
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Post by Mello on Aug 5, 2008 13:44:03 GMT -5
"They aren't for me, you posh berk. Uh... those ones, please." Mello said, pointing at a safe looking box.
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Post by Mikami on Aug 5, 2008 13:50:42 GMT -5
"I am not a posh berk, as you say." Mikami growled, "I'm just more of an upstanding citizen than yourself."
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Post by Mello on Aug 5, 2008 14:00:11 GMT -5
"Whatever." Mello sneered as his purchases were bagged up.
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Post by Mikami on Aug 5, 2008 14:07:28 GMT -5
Mikami smiled, he would turn round soon, so he might have his visor up. "Goodbye" he grinned at him behind his back, it was a weak reason to kill, but he was tired and easily agitated.
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Post by Mello on Aug 5, 2008 14:11:32 GMT -5
Mello smirked from inside his helmet as he strode outside. He sat on the seat of his bike, munching on one of the chocolate bars and tapping out a text message. It was harder to see his phone screen through his tinted visor, but he wasn't stupid enough to try without it.
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Post by Mikami on Aug 5, 2008 14:13:55 GMT -5
Mikami growled to himself, "Damn." he shouted, not intending it to be out loud. He purchased his items and took a sip from the thin alluminium can. He walked calmly outside, gathering his frustration back inside of him. He saw the the cyclist, "Go on, on your way!" he snarled.
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Post by Mello on Aug 5, 2008 14:15:13 GMT -5
"Touchy. Bad day at the office?" Mello asked, sliding another piece of chocolate inside his helmet and to his mouth.
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Post by Mikami on Aug 5, 2008 14:17:05 GMT -5
"Less of an office as you may think, I am above offices." he said proudly, "I am a prosecutor"
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