Post by Paperbag Fill on Apr 25, 2023 5:56:20 GMT
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Rain beat across the windshield of the car as he pulled into an outside parking meter. Stepping out and extending an umbrella before letting the rain fall around him as he shut the car door behind him, pulling the key out after locking it. Every step carried him closer down the alleyway to the little hole in the wall. Deflating the umbrella before hooking it over an arm, his other hand pressed against the door as it swung inward. Three steps is all it took to put himself in the room and let the door swing safely behind him.
An emotionless red plate surveyed the room as the smell of alcohol, cheap and not, began to filter into the mask as music played throughout the entire establishment. His head angling to the right for a few moments before slowly turning along to his left. No need to recognize a face. Only a body shape, size, and weight. His face, his gaze, centered into the middle of the bar.
Noir had seen that documentary enough times to recognize the shape of the man, rather than just his face. How he moved. How he carried himself. Even while sitting, the man's breathing pattern and broad shoulders were easy enough to point out.
But none of this much mattered considering the man he was looking for was the biggest out of the lot of them. And the most haggard looking. Retirement from the ring had not suited him at all, if Noir chose to hazard a guess. It was, however, a matter of how much it did not suit him.
Walking forward but choosing not to sit next to the former wrestler, the Scarlet Detective stood off at a angle behind him. Visible enough if the larger man chose to look over his shoulder.
"Allard Vincent."
A gesture with his free hand not holding onto the umbrella waved briefly towards the bartender and shelved bottles.
"May I buy you a drink?"
An emotionless red plate surveyed the room as the smell of alcohol, cheap and not, began to filter into the mask as music played throughout the entire establishment. His head angling to the right for a few moments before slowly turning along to his left. No need to recognize a face. Only a body shape, size, and weight. His face, his gaze, centered into the middle of the bar.
Noir had seen that documentary enough times to recognize the shape of the man, rather than just his face. How he moved. How he carried himself. Even while sitting, the man's breathing pattern and broad shoulders were easy enough to point out.
But none of this much mattered considering the man he was looking for was the biggest out of the lot of them. And the most haggard looking. Retirement from the ring had not suited him at all, if Noir chose to hazard a guess. It was, however, a matter of how much it did not suit him.
Walking forward but choosing not to sit next to the former wrestler, the Scarlet Detective stood off at a angle behind him. Visible enough if the larger man chose to look over his shoulder.
"Allard Vincent."
A gesture with his free hand not holding onto the umbrella waved briefly towards the bartender and shelved bottles.
"May I buy you a drink?"