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“But if you want to leave, take good care Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there....” Bowie removed one of his white earbuds, allowing it to dangle loosely as Cat Stevens continued on through the other. His foot tapped gently as the chorus began... “Oh baby baby it's a wild world It's hard to get by just upon a smile Oh baby baby it's a wild world...” “Mister Bowie? We’re fixing to arrive at the party.” The chauffeur Adler had assigned him this evening, said softly. Giving the man a grateful nod, he jerked his earbuds out lightly lightly, then wrapping them slowly around his IPod. Next, he stuck both items in his breast pocket, taking out his Raybans which were holding its place. Soon enough, the Mercedes crawled to a stop outside of Biancardi Tower, signaling his departure...
Bowie sauntered into the party, Raybans on, one hand in his pocket, the other totting a elegantly-crafted black leather briefcase. He never fancied this type of events, nor interaction in general. Perhaps that was why Adler was so keen to send him tonight..? None the less, his preference was with computers. Not people.His auburn eyes scanned the room, spotting a few familiar faces from his research. Daniel Fortana, the right hand man to the boss of the operation, being the most notable.
However, his eyes quickly locked upon their desired target. Antionio Biancardi. Adler had instructed him to speak to the man first, ask him a place for his gear, then do whatever asked. Simple enough? Bowie began the walk over, sifting through the crowd like sand in a seive. With his pace, reaching Antionio took little time. “Mister Biancardi! My name is Bowie, Mister Adler said he had spoken with you about my reasons of recent employment? Glad to be of service! Now, I’m a very blunt and precise man Mr. Biancardi you’ll soon learn, so let’s make pleasantries little alright? Good. Now id like to know where my case can go, then we can go from there?”
“But if you want to leave, take good care Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there....” Bowie removed one of his white earbuds, allowing it to dangle loosely as Cat Stevens continued on through the other. His foot tapped gently as the chorus began... “Oh baby baby it's a wild world It's hard to get by just upon a smile Oh baby baby it's a wild world...” “Mister Bowie? We’re fixing to arrive at the party.” The chauffeur Adler had assigned him this evening, said softly. Giving the man a grateful nod, he jerked his earbuds out lightly lightly, then wrapping them slowly around his IPod. Next, he stuck both items in his breast pocket, taking out his Raybans which were holding its place. Soon enough, the Mercedes crawled to a stop outside of Biancardi Tower, signaling his departure...
Bowie sauntered into the party, Raybans on, one hand in his pocket, the other totting a elegantly-crafted black leather briefcase. He never fancied this type of events, nor interaction in general. Perhaps that was why Adler was so keen to send him tonight..? None the less, his preference was with computers. Not people.His auburn eyes scanned the room, spotting a few familiar faces from his research. Daniel Fortana, the right hand man to the boss of the operation, being the most notable.
However, his eyes quickly locked upon their desired target. Antionio Biancardi. Adler had instructed him to speak to the man first, ask him a place for his gear, then do whatever asked. Simple enough? Bowie began the walk over, sifting through the crowd like sand in a seive. With his pace, reaching Antionio took little time. “Mister Biancardi! My name is Bowie, Mister Adler said he had spoken with you about my reasons of recent employment? Glad to be of service! Now, I’m a very blunt and precise man Mr. Biancardi you’ll soon learn, so let’s make pleasantries little alright? Good. Now id like to know where my case can go, then we can go from there?”
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Interacting: Antonio
Located: Dinner Party
Mentioned: Bellz Misty Gray
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Located: Dinner Party
Mentioned: Bellz Misty Gray