Green Eyes, Purple Roses, and Black Intents~ Raddum and Julia

[julia]

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"Someplace not so... high class. I want a casual lunch," Carmen responded thoughtfully, laying her hands on her knees. She then bit the inside of her cheek and decided against smoking her cigarette as she stared out the window. She then took a deep breath and began to fidget with her skirt. She was growing nervous, although it was natural with her genius and she didn't notice.

"Ben..." she started, stopping with her mouth open. "I think our organization might be too small to do anything... We need another few people, just so it's not just me and you doing all the work. Maybe one who's good with the electricity, and another one who's got a bit more muscle to him... and a sidekick of sorts for me," Carmen explained to Ben as they passed through the city.

[Raddum]

"More people..." He mumbled, tapping one his fingers on the steering wheel in thought. It would be much easier if they had an extra set of hands, or something of the sort. Electricity... Ben knew he could take care of it, but he figured the bastard that kept messing with it was making him look bad. Maybe if he could catch this person, his life would be generally easier. As for someone who'd be more of a muscle-head, that would actually be great, considering heavy lifting was such a pain in the ass as things were. Finding someone like that sounded pretty easy, although pissing them off would be a terrible mistake. He never thought about it, but there was probably a few fight clubs around the city with some under the table fighters, possibly already with a bad history.

As for the third request... He had no idea. So he simply swept the thought under the rug for now, more focused on getting something to eat. In his thought process he hadn't been really paying attention to where he was going, but he knew the area well. "Casual, huh?" He questioned, a small yawn escaping him. "Well, there's a small sandwich shop I used to eat at all the time when i was a kid, just a small place on the corner up ahead here. I remember what I used to get every single time." He laughed quietly, slowing down at a red light, giving him time to finish. "I always loved those Boston roast beef sandwiches, the broth they pour on the plate is enough to not get the bun soggy, but enough to give it flavor." He blinked, hearing a horn go off behind him and he glanced at the light and noticed it was green. The car started moving again after Ben getting distracted by childhood memories. "Perfectly understandable if you'd rather go somewhere else, of course."

[julia]

"Go for it!" she told him, then started to think about what sort of person she would use for a sidekick. Maybe more of a personal servant. Someone who... she could use for whatever she wanted them to be used for. They would have no choice, and Carmen liked that. She liked to be in complete control of everything. Maybe that was why she enjoyed having Ben there so often. He was so submissive and she could play with him as she pleased.

"Ew..." she spoke aloud in response to her own thoughts. She then looked at Ben, and raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "What do you think about having people to work with? I think I'd get too carried away and end up with at least one of them... maybe the sidekick or the muscle head..." she thought aloud.

[Raddum]

"Depends on how many trips to the hospital it'll be with some big lug waltzing around, personally would avoid him as to not end up injured or saying something they'd be too stupid to understand and would get offended by."

It was rather silent for the last few minutes of driving, until Ben's eyes drifted to the side of the road and the row of parking spaces and parking meters. "One, two, three..." He pulled into the forth space. "Eight." He might've seemed stupid, but he knew this parking meter. It was mislabeled as number 8 instead of 4. The best part was it was always broken, saying someone paid for around thirty minutes. Most honest people who knew about it normally moved to another space, but... Ben had no reason to care. He unbuckled himself and stepped out of the car, glancing around for a moment before shutting the door and walking around the front of the car. He heard a car and his head turned, never trusting people to drive safely. Hell, even he didn't sometimes... But at least he had a reason. He stepped up onto the sidewalk and opened the passenger door, pointing a short ways down the street at a yellow sign with black letters, it said 'Boston Sandwich House'. Which if Ben remembered right, the used to be young man who ran this place was originally from Boston, and that was all he needed to make a name for himself. "Right over there, I know it might not look like much, but trust me. It is terrific." He said, glancing upwards as he heard a bird chirping. He glared at it, and sighed in relief as it flew away instead of taking a crap on the car. Or worse... Him.

[julia]

"Loosen up," Carmen laughed, smiling at Ben's birdy death glare. "It's just a bird. If it shits on something, we can clean it off. No biggy," she told him, then started towards the little shop. "Are you coming or what?" she asked, continuing to walk. She smiled over her shoulder and waved Ben forward.

Carmen opened up the door to the little sandwich shop, looking around at the decor and style of the place, finding it to be very enjoyable. She turned to Ben and nudged him. "We need to redecorate," she told him and laughed.