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"So tell me, who is this fellow I need to protect? I need to know more about him to be his bodyguard, especially a secretive stalker one. Appearance, places he may be, et cetera." Clark spoke as he lit a cigarette, bringing it to his lips, as he leaned against the theatre walls.
Post by Namari Lovelle on Apr 29, 2012 16:18:59 GMT -5
"Alright. He's a little shorter than me, brown hair, little horns on his head. Always smiling, always wearing a brown coat with patches on the left arm. Left arm has burn scars. He's usually in the castle, but often just walks around the mainstreets of town. doesn't leave the city much anymore, if he does I don't know where he goes."
Clark inhaled the cigarette smoke and held it in a moment before releasing it again. "Sounds like someone who could protect himself, to be honest. Not that I'm complaining about the job, of course."
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Post by Namari Lovelle on Apr 29, 2012 16:49:31 GMT -5
"Ohh, he can protect himself. The king just worries and cares for him too much. And, Dante would probably be mad at him for getting him a bodyguard. So, you must remain a secret. Don't tell anyone who you are protecting, do not let Dante see you, be careful."
"One last question." Clark threw his cigarette to the ground, and stomped it with his foot. He breathed out smoke one last time. "When you dump you're prison boyfriend, come and see me, alright?" he winked teasingly, as he handed her a crumpled up piece of paper with his address on it. He couldn't really afford a house so he stayed at a room in the inn.
Post by Namari Lovelle on Apr 30, 2012 19:03:24 GMT -5
"I really do doubt we will split up," Namari smirked, but took the paper anyways. It would be best to know where he lived, as he was a worker for the castle now.
Post by Namari Lovelle on Apr 30, 2012 20:31:19 GMT -5
"You," Namari turned around to walk away, a sleek smile on her face, "Do not need mine," she then proceeded to walk away, hand at her hip as she walked down the road.
Clark smirked as he watched the woman walk away. How naive of her, Clark was the best bodyguard and womanizer in town. He'd get her address in no time. He laughed a bit to himself as he walked away, beginning his search for the boy named 'Dante.'
