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Kyrie
Placing a cigarette between his lips, Kyrie watched as various people passed him on the sidewalk. Everyone seemed so busy. Meanwhile, the young man was standing with his back leaning against the front wall of a local convenience store. Kyrie knew the owner, so he rarely got bitched at for loitering. The air had been crisp, the smells of various food stands, colognes, and the streets diverged into a mess of the senses. Noises ricocheted between the buildings, from people talking to cars honking and sirens sounding off.
Kyrie wouldn't have it any other way.
Removing a lighter from his jacket pocket, the cigarette would be ignited with the flick of metal. Upon checking the time, Kyrie would find that his plug was running rather late. Some people who were contracted chose to actually make good use of their time. For Kyrie, he broke it up into pieces. Ever-so-peculiar, the young man had rituals which spanned over the past decade. Those were not to be broken, especially considering the fact that each move he made was to better his livelihood.
A few more minutes passed before a gentleman on a motorcycle came to a screeching halt, skidding into a parking spot right in front of the convenience store in the process. This man's face was never shown; he always walked around in public wearing his helmet; complete with a black visor that was impossible to see through. The man tossed a backpack into Kyrie's hands before he revved the engine back up and shot off into the depths of the illuminated city.
That part was always so easy. The money would come later.
Unzipping the backpack, Kyrie did a brief search of its contents before closing it back up and throwing it around his shoulders. At this point, the amount of alcohol he had consumed only a half hour prior had been taking its effects. Kyrie was inebriated but he was not drunk to the point of being able to control himself. The man never quite let himself get too far off kilter.
Placing both hands into his jacket pockets, Kyrie continued walking through the city. There had been a spot he had plans to show up at, one of the most popular bars that Starbright had to offer. Plenty of famous people constantly showed up, there was always a line to get in and the drinks were ridiculously overpriced. What else could you ask for?
Light hues scanned his surroundings as he crossed a busy intersection. As he bit down on his cigarette, Kyrie muttered through gritted teeth.
"Where the hell is Oni?"
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