Malefic (Kyro Only)

Random NPC: DRezzi
Because that's how we roll, son. -Tre

The bastion of the criminal underground, the Lower Commons, house various different sorts with many of them being unsavory types lacking in social graces due to environment and socio-economic status. Since it was an area who's rugged urban atmosphere could label it as the slums or ghetto of SaiCity, there were many around who clung to urban ideals and ignorance, such as a muscular young man who sojourns the streets of the area in the approaching darkness. The male was large in stature with wavy short black hair, a mustache and goatee that connected in a box like manner, wearing a tank top with a large and metallic silver chain around his neck with an emblem of a car's rim in the middle that rocked in circular motions softly with the side to side movements of his strides. Dark designer denim jeans lace his lower body trailing down to black sneakers that seem to intentionally stomp the street as he strolls with swagger. At the moment his gaze is down at his phone, holding it with both hands as if sending a text; but in passing a young lady who was leaning on a post in front of a club, his gaze comes to the side as he stops for that moment, his gaze taking in her form before his mouth opens and he speaks, "ayo, how you doin' tonight?" 230

Ooc: Np. I'm going to have a bit of fun with this if you don't mind.

The male turns and faces the young lady leaning back a bit casually as he addresses her, taking the respond as positive feedback, thus pushing him into the next stages of social interaction. His right hand raises and outlines the thin cut mustache and borders the sides of his mouth in a quick and swift motion with his head tilted to the side as he deliberately sizes her up with his gaze. The hand comes to the pager held with his other hand, closing it and stuffing it into the front pocket of his jeans as he rocks a bit, nodding, “oh, that’s good to hear miss lady.” His lean redirects in the opposing direction as he brings both hands together in a faux clap and comments, “say, how about me and you become good friends tonight.” His hand comes into the front pocket of his jeans opposite the one his cell phone went into as he pulls out a wad of money, holding it horizontally in the air in front of her before emphasizing, “break me off and I’ll break you off, kna whad I mean?” Motioning to a nearby Inn, he places the money back into his front pocket and says, “I got a pound on me, I’ll get you high as heaven.” 215

The agreement and lick of the lips only adds to the fuel of the young man’s fire as he assumes he’s won her over with his massive style appeal, clout and persona. “Bet,” he concludes with a clap of his hand, which basically meant the equivalent to ‘okay that sounds good.’ During all of this, the man seems dead serious in his act, much like it was simply how he was. There was no cheesy grinning, or witty remarks other than what would get straight to business. Though he was lame, it could be told that he was a serious male all together, with his size and appearance befitting of one who spends his time doing things which would have him evading law enforcement. Moving in a smooth sliding motion to her side, he places a hand at the side of her waist venturing just inches above the area which would be defined as booty, while looking down at her with a tilted head motioning to move forwards as he declares, “then let’s get goin’.” The motion is just to steal a quick touch of something that most would deem irresistible in the first place. He offers to walk with her moving in the direction of the seedy motel.

The stroll to and into the motel wouldn’t take but several moments and once in the main lobby which housed the entrance to the various rooms, it would only take a minute or two for the urban male to book a room and receive keys. After the keys were in hand, he would motion towards the stairs with a head nod and lead the way up them, not taking the time for various social graces such as exchanging names, or inquiring into who she was or what she liked to do. It was all about business and what was about to go down. 312

Once the second floor of the stairway is reached, a long dimly lit hallway stretched out, lined with wall paper consisting of white and red stripped lines and burgundy doors with various room numbers fixated on their upper center regions. Traversing the hallway, the male reaches a door and places the keycard into the lock. There is a beep and a sound of a latch unlocking before the male twists the handle and pushes the door open, revealing the inside of the room. The room was set up with a single large bed with a horizontal dresser that seconded as a table to sit things on, such as the older model visual monitor. Beyond the area where the bed was held a simple bathroom with a vanity area that held several lights horizontally across the top of a wide mirror that covered from the sink counter to the ceiling. Stepping in first, the male surveys the room moving into the middle near the bed as he tosses the room keycard onto the counter and then turns around awaiting his company’s approach as he questions, “how come I haven’t seen you around before?” His hand reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a silver case. Opening it, he slides out one of what appears to be a pack of six blunts. The case is clasped back closed and place back into his back pocket before he starts to cut down the center of the blunt with his thumb’s fingernail. 248