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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 0:31:15 GMT -5
Without much warning, Allastor opened Integral's office door loudly. There he stood in the doorway, in what he thought was a cool pose. One arm stretched out from opening the door, his other arm holding his bag that was slung over his shoulder, his head down with a cigarette in his mouth and I-Pod headphones in his ears. He slightly nodded his head to the beat of Rick Ross's "Hustlin'." Slowly he raised his head to gaze at Integral with a smirk. "I'm Sir Allastor Winfield...I'm the one you hired to be your bodyguard. So when do I start, lady?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 0:55:10 GMT -5
The only doors slammed in Integral Hellsing's home were usually late at night and by her own hands, often out of frustration of the evening's raid. Now she jumps clear out of her skin, a small PPK suddenly in her hand and pointed at the Ambo-and-Fitch model wannabe posing in her doorway. "I've hired no bodyguard." She states, slowly, easing the safety off of her weapon. Hidden speakers somewhere in the woman's offiice quietly play Vivaldi's Winter, which is damn-near drowned out by the music blaring in the boy's headphones. She rises and catches the odor of Allastor's ciggarette overpowering the fragrant scent of her own cigarello, held carefully between two fingers of her free hand. All this occurs in just a few seconds before the blonde lowers her weapon slowly, but not fully. "Winfield? Peter's boy?" ::I thought he drank himself to oblivion...::
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 1:04:36 GMT -5
He chuckles and flicks his half smoked cigarette into a nearby garbage can. "Yeah, he did...god rest his old ass bones...In his will he stated that I was to work here, as YOUR bodyguard, lady...wait..." He stares at her for a second. "It said Sir Hellsing...I was expecting a lady...but what I see...is a dude who sounds like a chick...I'm freakin' out man...Is this like..." he runs his fingers through his hair. "Is this my old man pulling one last prank on me...?" He shakes his head, and regain his composure with a grin. "So...I'll ask again, man. When do I start and where do I put my things?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 1:20:17 GMT -5
she repositions her gun, aiming again for the boy's head. "How dare you?! I won't stand being insulted in my own home...I'm not sure how you slipped by my retainer, but I assure you, If you've done any harm to him I will personally see to it that your death is as long and painful as possiable." Her eyes narrow and she leans foreward slowly, presses a button located exactly where her knee would hit the underside of her desk, should she cross her legs. "Now, sir, I would thank you to see your way out of my home and back to whatever hole-in-the-wall tavern you slithered out of."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 1:26:30 GMT -5
He chuckles some and tosses her a card, that showed he was certified as a knight. "You butler let me in, Ma'am...and erm...since you are hiring me as a body guard...I kinda...sorta cut the wire to the alarm system downstairs...I mean...c'mon...you aren't gonna need it anymore." He smiles a brilliant and confidant smile as he bows. "After all...you've got me...and Ms. Hellsing..." He looks at her seriously, which is rare for someone like Allastor. "This is one of my father's last wishes...Why would you deny such a prestigious man what he wanted? I'm VERY passionate about my job...and my father...If he wanted me to work here...I DARE you to move me from this building, Sir...Integral...Fairbrooke...Wingates...Hellsing...!" He smirked defiantly.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 1:42:09 GMT -5
She doesn't bothering looking at the card. She had one just like it, and the boy had his father's cobalt eyes. Sighing, she motions for him to sit down. "Your Father was my father's dear friend, as he was mine. I would never reject you....Sir Winfield. I'm sure he knew that if he had made this request known to me during his life I would have declined, politely but firmly..." She slides the regulation paperwork across the desk at the boy across from her, adding a pen with her family crest on it to the top of the stack. "Fill it out."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 1:46:04 GMT -5
He frowned at the paper work before taking a chair and sitting in it backwards, leaning over the back of the chair to fill out the paperwork on her desk. "Ugh...like college all over again..." It didn't take long for him to fill out the sheet before sliding it and her pen back. "I appreciate it, Sir Hellsing...You won't be disappointed...NO woman can be disappointed with Allastor Jared Winfield..."he chuckled heartily before giving her that signature charming smile. "So...what are your orders, lady?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 1:58:53 GMT -5
Suddely feeling quite ill, Integral realizes that the man is making a pitiful attempt to woo her. Her stomach clenches, immedieatly followed by her fists. "Your first orders, Sir. Allastor Winfield, is to remove yourself from my site." On the second floor you'll find various guestrooms. Claim one and stay there."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 2:04:59 GMT -5
A cool smirk forms on his face as he stands and bows. "Yes m'lady..." He realized he struck a nerve. "I'll take my leave...if you need me...you know where to find me..." He slowly strode out of the room, turning back on his I-Pod, singing to himself mostly, but aloud. "Everyday I'm hustlin'...everyday I'm hustlin'...hustlin'... hustlin'..." He closed the door behind him.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jun 21, 2009 2:10:10 GMT -5
Turning her face to her ceiling she scowls. "You two...are terrible." she grumbles to her own. and Allastor's fathers. (Katy Perry, btw.)
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jun 21, 2009 2:22:48 GMT -5
He stood in the hallway for a moment, closing his eyes to focus. :: Maybe I should have told her I'm psychic...:: Turning off the I-Pod, he took a step back to go into the door before abruptly stopping. ::Nah...I'll let her figure it out later...It'll be too much fun fuckin' with her mind...:: He chuckles to himself before turning up his music and strolling away.
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Post by Pip on Jul 16, 2009 17:08:39 GMT -5
Pip wandered the hallways aimlessly not really having a destination in mind. 'Dis place is starting to creep me the fuck out...' he thought. Its only been his first day on the job and he already has had enough of vampires, ghouls or what ever the hell they want to call themselves, as he was about to round the corner he heard the sound of muffled music. He than caught sight of unfamiliar member currently obsessing over their ipod and blasting enough music out of their way to small head phones at alarming decibels. "Quelle chance!, finally someone that looks normal!" he loudly exclaimed as he approached the figure.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 16, 2009 20:34:34 GMT -5
Somehow miraclously Allastor heard the unfamiliar person's exclamation. With a grin he pulled off the headphones and chuckle. "Yo man! Whats up?! Its finally good to see another guy for once. All I've seen so far, are women in drag!" He laughed hard as he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it before extending his hand to Pip. "The Name is Sir Allastor Winfield! Nice to meet ya!" He grinned brilliantly.
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Post by Pip on Jul 16, 2009 21:24:50 GMT -5
Laughing heartily Pip gave the homme a firm shake with his gloved hand. "Je m'appelle Pip Bernadotte mon ami! Talk about the choice of fille in dis hell house, ouais ?" he said with a chuckle. After taking a cigarette out from his front pocket and sticking in his mouth, he mumbled with the it between his lips "I mean I'm not a picky man, but the choice of women in here is a shame! ... Do you mind giving me a light mon ami?" he asked.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 16, 2009 22:21:14 GMT -5
He grins and flicks his zippo, lighting his friend's cigarette. "No problem, Pip. I agree...the lady choices here are the pits." After taking a long drag he looks at him with a grin. "So...you are a normal human...? OR do you have some trick up your sleeve, mercenary...?" He chuckles warmly. "I'm not judging and I didn't mean to crack a joke...it was complete luck." He took another drag. "Get it? Mercenary, trick up your sleeve...?" He laughed a bit at his lame ass joke.
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