Hours after the trio hold their meeting Jackie Estacado holds one of his
own. ( Feat. Jackie Estacado and Lara Croft)
He sat there, solo... by himself for the most part. The city parks were always good places for him to just sit and collect himself. Lots of things were on his mind and he needed his ~quiet" time to process everything that was going on with him. His Suzuki GSX1300R Hayabusa was parked right in front of the bench he was sitting at. The fresh scent of a new paint job filled the area around him. With closed eyes his hands grasped one another and held themselves at the back of his head, resting for the most part. He was expecting something or someone right about now... some shit always happened whenever he was resting and enjoying himself in silence. You could guess that he wouldn't even get mad about it anymore. He'd give it at least 10 to 15 more minutes till he was bothered by a random person or something other than that. Surrounding him, the leaves from trees rustled. The animals that lived inside the park scurried around him, but for the most part just going about their business. The sound of chirping birds helped to keep Jackie calm and collective. The time of day was anywhere from 4 p.m. to 6 P.M. meaning that in a few the sun would set if not already having been in the process of doing so. Hopefully the rest of the day would go as it has been all this time he's been awake and outside.
Hazel orbs stared at the sky. It was growing dark, "Lovely.." Night time meant several things to Lara Croft now, one she could spy around Irons' place, two unwanted eyes watching from all corners namely Darklings and three the man himself Jackie. Lara gazed down at her attire; Dressed for trouble. Well, city trouble that is. Her long agile frame covered from neck to toe in black, a catsuit sort of outfit. Naturally strapped to her waist are her guns. Her favorites, silver Desert Eagle .44 Magnums. Her long auburn tresses braided in the usual fashion. Turning from the window the Brit made her way for the door throwing on her black trench, which concealed her weapons, both guns and the knife strapped to her right calf. Tonight she was going to spy some more on Mr. Kenneth Irons and his manservant. Trust him? No not at all, plus rumors were saying he had found a copy of the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Not good. For safety reasons the Bombshell packed the two she herself had retrieved with her. Soon she was outside, before her rested her friend namely Sara Pezzini's bike. The Detective had offered to lend it for the Archaeologist's night escapade. Revving the engine she took off headed for Irons' Penthouse and offices downtown.
Jackie opened his eyes while removing his hands from the back of his head. A low yawn escaped him, covered by the palm of his right hand. It may have been boring but it was nice out at least. Just the way he wanted it to be on this certain day. Coincidentally enough though, the park was always full of people somewhere in it. It was a huge park after all, covering over several blocks worth. And there was a road that went through the park allowing for vehicles to drive through it. But on this day, no one was in sight... maybe he went to a bad part of the park that no one ever went to or maybe this was the known area for silence. Either way he was here, and whatever was wrong with this part of the park had nothing to do with him and affected him in a very little way.
Long slender fingers gripped the handle bars firmly as the Brit made her way down into the heart of New York City. The bike was easy to move, a grin spread across her full lips as she pushed the bike a little more into its limit and weaved in and out of traffic. Living on the edge; that's Lara Croft for you. She was moving along at a nice clip, some tune bouncing around in her pretty little head as the night slowly fell down around her. With a flick of her wrist she had the headlight turned on and was almost downtown," Bloody hell, I hate American roads! Always full of people and cars." That was her one complaint about The States. Once Lara reached downtown it seemed to get even worse," Hmm. A detour would be nice." Brownish-green eyes peered about and fell on a park," Hmm." Revving the engine Lady Croft made her way across traffic and up on the side walk," This ought to be jolly good fun." With that the Brit found herself under a canopy of trees as the last few rays began to dissipate from the sky painting it almost a blood-red color. Hazel orbs glanced up, Irons' place was just on the other side of the park. Hence she would make good time, if Irons' had a copy of that book all of them, the whole world could be sitting ducks. The sounds of a motorcycle seemed to cute through the extreme silence of the place as Lara roared down the pathways loving every minute of it.
The Darkness stares up at the sky which was getting darker and darker by the passing second. He didn't intend to do anything tonight thus there would be no Darkness on this day unless he felt it was needed. The Darklings only roamed when he roamed and he wasn't planning on moving unless he had good reason to. The loud blaring sound of an engine echoed in his ears, leading his eyes towards its source. A motorcycle obviously, but it was in no comparison to his own as he had the fastest stock model engine and machine that has been built. And knowing him.... it was no longer stocked standard model, but with his own little personal touches that made it even fastest than it needed to be. Only crazy fools road fast in the park or maybe even someone with a purpose such as running from the police or getting somewhere real quick. Either way they were breaking his concentration and overall sense of solitude. Exposing the Chrome colored Desert Eagle .50 from his waist line. He gripped along its edges tight then finally took aim blindly towards wherever the sound was coming from. If the bullet hit a person... he'd just have the body cleaned up and removed from the face of the earth. But that wasn't his aim... He preferred to see his annoyance before killing them. a bullet was shortly after fired... two to be exact. Now on their way, rushing towards the general direction of the Motorcycle.
Everything seemed quiet. No cops, nobody walking about nothing. Lara felt lucky. She'd actually get something done tonight. Famous last words. The sounds of bullets tore through the evening air," Bugger...where?" Hazel orbs glanced around, trying to judge where the shots had come from. Suddenly the front tire of the bike went out," Ruddy hell!" The quick action of the tire blowing sent Lara shooting forward over the handle bars and skidding to a stop right smack in front of," Oh. It's you." Hazel eyes glared as the Brit ripped her helmet off her head and shook her head," Do you always shoot at people to get their attention?" Sarcasm. She sat there for a few minutes glancing briefly over her shoulder," Lovely, Sara is going to kill me now." Slowly Lara stood up rubbing her behind," That'll leave a bloody mark." Hazel orbs drifted back to the bike with the front tire blown completely away by the two bullets," Better yet." A smooth grin crossed Lady Croft's full lips," I'll just tell Pez you did it. Then I won't be in trouble you will." Slender hands rested themselves at the curve of her hips," Hmm. Yes I find that idea smashing." She waited for Jackie's reaction.
Jackie kept his arm extended... you always follow thru with the shot... couch always told him to do so and the same rules applied even though Shooting a gun was no where close to shooting a basketball. He smirked after seeing that his target was immobilized. He didn't bother to stand up and see whom he shot at because in the end it didn't matter, to him it didn't anyways. Jackie's eyes stared down to Lara whom was easily identified by the way she was dressed and the shape of her frame.... not to mention that sarcastic sharp voice that emitted from the persona lying behind him. He shook his head a bit after finding out the person's identity. His arm retracted back into it's original place after the gun was replaced back onto his waist, tucked into his pants. He looked back up at the sky then finally gave Lara a remark of his own..."Yeah... It's me... and it's you, what a surprise. You wouldn't have gotten shot at if you weren't making so much noise... I hate to be disturbed. And please... I could care less if you told Sara, should I be scared of her?
Arms folded now as she arched a brow at Jackie," Oh yes, forgive me for being a normal noisy human being." hazel orbs rolled," You're surprised? Or was that just sarcasm?" She figured the latter, having known the man what little time she has he never seemed to overly glad to see her, unless he was looking for her. Which once and a while did occur. Something nagged at the Tomb Raider in her mind for a moment," Oh, read the papers lately?" Lara carefully moved around the bike placing the machine between them and picked it up," Seems at Boucher's little party over the weekend a reporter for the New York Times snapped our picture." She talked as she placed the kickstand down on the bike and crouched by the tire examining it," We made the gossip column Mr. Estacado." She'd let him figure out how they made the column or ask as the Brit sighed," Hmm. You wouldn't happen to have spare would you? See I was heading to stake out Irons' pad, rumors have it that he's found himself one of the original copies of the Egyptian Book of the Dead." She stood now slowly," Speaking of which a small favor of you." Her slender hands slipped into a saddle bag on the right of the bike and produced two dust old looking leather bound books," That is if you think I can trust you." The English Bombshell held the books, a brow quirked in await of and answer.
He yawned once more as he looked down. The noise had awoken his senses but he was still in that tired state of mind. The cracking of his knuckles and neck occurred either when he was waiting on something or he was about to fight. In this case he wasn't doing either but it helped pass the time... Hmmm... well then... does that make us an item now or something? I bet you loved that column... which picture did they take? The one with you all over me? Or the one with you blowing a kiss at me?"... he smirked after saying his comments & questions. He looked over at his bike then pointed with his thumb as in a ~Go get Her gesture..."You could always use that Buuuttt.... Hmmm... If I let you use that and did this favor your about to ask me... You'd be even DEEPER in debt with me, and I dunno if you wanna be that deep in my pockets. Remember what I told you last time a Jackie bout being in someone's pocket... eventually It'll get to the point where you wont be able to deny me of any favor I ask, no matter the extremities. Is that what you want?? Oh, and if you cant trust me then why would you live at a place that is mine???"
So he got what she meant," You're a prat." Eyes rolled slightly," I was not all over you. Please." She sat the books to rest on the seat of Pez's bike and leaned against the machine a moment," What favors could you possibly ask of me that no one has never asked before Jackie?" He had her curiously kicked into gear now," And if I remember right, Mr. Estacado it seems more and more when we meet like this it is rather you who would like to be all over me." Idly she tossed her braid back over her shoulder," Don't worry yourself though Love. I'm used to it." Ouch, even for Lara that was rather cold and below the belt. The smirk remained across her lips," And also the way you seem to go on about me being deeper into your pocket only makes my mind turn about wondering what your intentions really are." Crafty, crafty British wench. Sure, she was flirting, however this time around she was becoming defensive with it. Seeing how far she could push him. She lightly scowled," Yes. Well. Point taken." Once again the books were resting in her slender hands as she moved closer to him," I need you to watch these for me. You're the last person Irons would even dream of having them." Eyes drifted to his Bike," You actually would trust me with that?" A brow arched in pure disbelief," Shocking." With that she held the books out to him.
Laugher met her first comment... "Yes I know I am, but you already knew that I was like this."... he had now risen from his seat and taken a few steps over towards his motorcycle, taking a seat on it as if he was about to ride off. He slid a pair of black shades over his eyes then looked back over to Lara... "Don't get cocky baby girl. I know it's just the way you are but trust me... If I really wanted you that bad, you'd be mine. Matter fact... ever thought about what it's like to be a Harem?"... a devilish grin shown on his face as he made that last remark. But there were many more to come and he wasn't scared to say or do anything right about now... "Anyways... No, I don't trust you with my machine but then again I don't even trust myself with it. A Hayabusa is only ridden by those with a lot of experience and skill."... he pulled a set of keys from his pocket then started up the motorcycle. A loud rev and a heavy roar raged through the air around them. Most likely waking anything that was asleep inside of the park. The Hayabusa was a beast... incomparable in speed and power. He spun the bike around then took it over to the other side of the bench towards Lara then stopped beside her, or rather directly in front of her. After placing down the kick-stand he got off somewhat... only leaning on the bike now, but face to face with Lara also. A hand grabbed at the books and slowly took hold of them, removing them from her grasp... "Sooo... What would possess you to bring two regular books outside with you to go to Irons' place??"
Arms folded again, so he could play back. How fitting. Idly she watched him, eyes rolling promptly at the mention of the Harem bit," Been there, done that." She shrugged, he didn't frighten her. Never would," You'll never intimidate me Jackie Estacado, so therefore you might as well stop trying." An amused looked came over the Brit's features," Me cocky? Never." Lara laughed," Surely you know that." Of course she's cocky," After all I am British darling." As he brought the bike up she ran her fingers across it," Hmm. Nice, you've got taste." Slyly a hazel orb winked at him. Yes of course she was playing with fire, having gotten the suspicion Jackie was in a fearless type of mood." Well, I figured since Nottingham knows where I reside now they are safer with me." Her now free hands rested once more one on the curve of her hip, the other dangling at her side," And I had suspicions I would run into your, or one of your beast ling little spies." The dangling arm raised as a index finger lightly poked him in the chest," And do be careful with them Jackie."
He sat there, solo... by himself for the most part. The city parks were always good places for him to just sit and collect himself. Lots of things were on his mind and he needed his ~quiet" time to process everything that was going on with him. His Suzuki GSX1300R Hayabusa was parked right in front of the bench he was sitting at. The fresh scent of a new paint job filled the area around him. With closed eyes his hands grasped one another and held themselves at the back of his head, resting for the most part. He was expecting something or someone right about now... some shit always happened whenever he was resting and enjoying himself in silence. You could guess that he wouldn't even get mad about it anymore. He'd give it at least 10 to 15 more minutes till he was bothered by a random person or something other than that. Surrounding him, the leaves from trees rustled. The animals that lived inside the park scurried around him, but for the most part just going about their business. The sound of chirping birds helped to keep Jackie calm and collective. The time of day was anywhere from 4 p.m. to 6 P.M. meaning that in a few the sun would set if not already having been in the process of doing so. Hopefully the rest of the day would go as it has been all this time he's been awake and outside.
Hazel orbs stared at the sky. It was growing dark, "Lovely.." Night time meant several things to Lara Croft now, one she could spy around Irons' place, two unwanted eyes watching from all corners namely Darklings and three the man himself Jackie. Lara gazed down at her attire; Dressed for trouble. Well, city trouble that is. Her long agile frame covered from neck to toe in black, a catsuit sort of outfit. Naturally strapped to her waist are her guns. Her favorites, silver Desert Eagle .44 Magnums. Her long auburn tresses braided in the usual fashion. Turning from the window the Brit made her way for the door throwing on her black trench, which concealed her weapons, both guns and the knife strapped to her right calf. Tonight she was going to spy some more on Mr. Kenneth Irons and his manservant. Trust him? No not at all, plus rumors were saying he had found a copy of the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Not good. For safety reasons the Bombshell packed the two she herself had retrieved with her. Soon she was outside, before her rested her friend namely Sara Pezzini's bike. The Detective had offered to lend it for the Archaeologist's night escapade. Revving the engine she took off headed for Irons' Penthouse and offices downtown.
Jackie opened his eyes while removing his hands from the back of his head. A low yawn escaped him, covered by the palm of his right hand. It may have been boring but it was nice out at least. Just the way he wanted it to be on this certain day. Coincidentally enough though, the park was always full of people somewhere in it. It was a huge park after all, covering over several blocks worth. And there was a road that went through the park allowing for vehicles to drive through it. But on this day, no one was in sight... maybe he went to a bad part of the park that no one ever went to or maybe this was the known area for silence. Either way he was here, and whatever was wrong with this part of the park had nothing to do with him and affected him in a very little way.
Long slender fingers gripped the handle bars firmly as the Brit made her way down into the heart of New York City. The bike was easy to move, a grin spread across her full lips as she pushed the bike a little more into its limit and weaved in and out of traffic. Living on the edge; that's Lara Croft for you. She was moving along at a nice clip, some tune bouncing around in her pretty little head as the night slowly fell down around her. With a flick of her wrist she had the headlight turned on and was almost downtown," Bloody hell, I hate American roads! Always full of people and cars." That was her one complaint about The States. Once Lara reached downtown it seemed to get even worse," Hmm. A detour would be nice." Brownish-green eyes peered about and fell on a park," Hmm." Revving the engine Lady Croft made her way across traffic and up on the side walk," This ought to be jolly good fun." With that the Brit found herself under a canopy of trees as the last few rays began to dissipate from the sky painting it almost a blood-red color. Hazel orbs glanced up, Irons' place was just on the other side of the park. Hence she would make good time, if Irons' had a copy of that book all of them, the whole world could be sitting ducks. The sounds of a motorcycle seemed to cute through the extreme silence of the place as Lara roared down the pathways loving every minute of it.
The Darkness stares up at the sky which was getting darker and darker by the passing second. He didn't intend to do anything tonight thus there would be no Darkness on this day unless he felt it was needed. The Darklings only roamed when he roamed and he wasn't planning on moving unless he had good reason to. The loud blaring sound of an engine echoed in his ears, leading his eyes towards its source. A motorcycle obviously, but it was in no comparison to his own as he had the fastest stock model engine and machine that has been built. And knowing him.... it was no longer stocked standard model, but with his own little personal touches that made it even fastest than it needed to be. Only crazy fools road fast in the park or maybe even someone with a purpose such as running from the police or getting somewhere real quick. Either way they were breaking his concentration and overall sense of solitude. Exposing the Chrome colored Desert Eagle .50 from his waist line. He gripped along its edges tight then finally took aim blindly towards wherever the sound was coming from. If the bullet hit a person... he'd just have the body cleaned up and removed from the face of the earth. But that wasn't his aim... He preferred to see his annoyance before killing them. a bullet was shortly after fired... two to be exact. Now on their way, rushing towards the general direction of the Motorcycle.
Everything seemed quiet. No cops, nobody walking about nothing. Lara felt lucky. She'd actually get something done tonight. Famous last words. The sounds of bullets tore through the evening air," Bugger...where?" Hazel orbs glanced around, trying to judge where the shots had come from. Suddenly the front tire of the bike went out," Ruddy hell!" The quick action of the tire blowing sent Lara shooting forward over the handle bars and skidding to a stop right smack in front of," Oh. It's you." Hazel eyes glared as the Brit ripped her helmet off her head and shook her head," Do you always shoot at people to get their attention?" Sarcasm. She sat there for a few minutes glancing briefly over her shoulder," Lovely, Sara is going to kill me now." Slowly Lara stood up rubbing her behind," That'll leave a bloody mark." Hazel orbs drifted back to the bike with the front tire blown completely away by the two bullets," Better yet." A smooth grin crossed Lady Croft's full lips," I'll just tell Pez you did it. Then I won't be in trouble you will." Slender hands rested themselves at the curve of her hips," Hmm. Yes I find that idea smashing." She waited for Jackie's reaction.
Jackie kept his arm extended... you always follow thru with the shot... couch always told him to do so and the same rules applied even though Shooting a gun was no where close to shooting a basketball. He smirked after seeing that his target was immobilized. He didn't bother to stand up and see whom he shot at because in the end it didn't matter, to him it didn't anyways. Jackie's eyes stared down to Lara whom was easily identified by the way she was dressed and the shape of her frame.... not to mention that sarcastic sharp voice that emitted from the persona lying behind him. He shook his head a bit after finding out the person's identity. His arm retracted back into it's original place after the gun was replaced back onto his waist, tucked into his pants. He looked back up at the sky then finally gave Lara a remark of his own..."Yeah... It's me... and it's you, what a surprise. You wouldn't have gotten shot at if you weren't making so much noise... I hate to be disturbed. And please... I could care less if you told Sara, should I be scared of her?
Arms folded now as she arched a brow at Jackie," Oh yes, forgive me for being a normal noisy human being." hazel orbs rolled," You're surprised? Or was that just sarcasm?" She figured the latter, having known the man what little time she has he never seemed to overly glad to see her, unless he was looking for her. Which once and a while did occur. Something nagged at the Tomb Raider in her mind for a moment," Oh, read the papers lately?" Lara carefully moved around the bike placing the machine between them and picked it up," Seems at Boucher's little party over the weekend a reporter for the New York Times snapped our picture." She talked as she placed the kickstand down on the bike and crouched by the tire examining it," We made the gossip column Mr. Estacado." She'd let him figure out how they made the column or ask as the Brit sighed," Hmm. You wouldn't happen to have spare would you? See I was heading to stake out Irons' pad, rumors have it that he's found himself one of the original copies of the Egyptian Book of the Dead." She stood now slowly," Speaking of which a small favor of you." Her slender hands slipped into a saddle bag on the right of the bike and produced two dust old looking leather bound books," That is if you think I can trust you." The English Bombshell held the books, a brow quirked in await of and answer.
He yawned once more as he looked down. The noise had awoken his senses but he was still in that tired state of mind. The cracking of his knuckles and neck occurred either when he was waiting on something or he was about to fight. In this case he wasn't doing either but it helped pass the time... Hmmm... well then... does that make us an item now or something? I bet you loved that column... which picture did they take? The one with you all over me? Or the one with you blowing a kiss at me?"... he smirked after saying his comments & questions. He looked over at his bike then pointed with his thumb as in a ~Go get Her gesture..."You could always use that Buuuttt.... Hmmm... If I let you use that and did this favor your about to ask me... You'd be even DEEPER in debt with me, and I dunno if you wanna be that deep in my pockets. Remember what I told you last time a Jackie bout being in someone's pocket... eventually It'll get to the point where you wont be able to deny me of any favor I ask, no matter the extremities. Is that what you want?? Oh, and if you cant trust me then why would you live at a place that is mine???"
So he got what she meant," You're a prat." Eyes rolled slightly," I was not all over you. Please." She sat the books to rest on the seat of Pez's bike and leaned against the machine a moment," What favors could you possibly ask of me that no one has never asked before Jackie?" He had her curiously kicked into gear now," And if I remember right, Mr. Estacado it seems more and more when we meet like this it is rather you who would like to be all over me." Idly she tossed her braid back over her shoulder," Don't worry yourself though Love. I'm used to it." Ouch, even for Lara that was rather cold and below the belt. The smirk remained across her lips," And also the way you seem to go on about me being deeper into your pocket only makes my mind turn about wondering what your intentions really are." Crafty, crafty British wench. Sure, she was flirting, however this time around she was becoming defensive with it. Seeing how far she could push him. She lightly scowled," Yes. Well. Point taken." Once again the books were resting in her slender hands as she moved closer to him," I need you to watch these for me. You're the last person Irons would even dream of having them." Eyes drifted to his Bike," You actually would trust me with that?" A brow arched in pure disbelief," Shocking." With that she held the books out to him.
Laugher met her first comment... "Yes I know I am, but you already knew that I was like this."... he had now risen from his seat and taken a few steps over towards his motorcycle, taking a seat on it as if he was about to ride off. He slid a pair of black shades over his eyes then looked back over to Lara... "Don't get cocky baby girl. I know it's just the way you are but trust me... If I really wanted you that bad, you'd be mine. Matter fact... ever thought about what it's like to be a Harem?"... a devilish grin shown on his face as he made that last remark. But there were many more to come and he wasn't scared to say or do anything right about now... "Anyways... No, I don't trust you with my machine but then again I don't even trust myself with it. A Hayabusa is only ridden by those with a lot of experience and skill."... he pulled a set of keys from his pocket then started up the motorcycle. A loud rev and a heavy roar raged through the air around them. Most likely waking anything that was asleep inside of the park. The Hayabusa was a beast... incomparable in speed and power. He spun the bike around then took it over to the other side of the bench towards Lara then stopped beside her, or rather directly in front of her. After placing down the kick-stand he got off somewhat... only leaning on the bike now, but face to face with Lara also. A hand grabbed at the books and slowly took hold of them, removing them from her grasp... "Sooo... What would possess you to bring two regular books outside with you to go to Irons' place??"
Arms folded again, so he could play back. How fitting. Idly she watched him, eyes rolling promptly at the mention of the Harem bit," Been there, done that." She shrugged, he didn't frighten her. Never would," You'll never intimidate me Jackie Estacado, so therefore you might as well stop trying." An amused looked came over the Brit's features," Me cocky? Never." Lara laughed," Surely you know that." Of course she's cocky," After all I am British darling." As he brought the bike up she ran her fingers across it," Hmm. Nice, you've got taste." Slyly a hazel orb winked at him. Yes of course she was playing with fire, having gotten the suspicion Jackie was in a fearless type of mood." Well, I figured since Nottingham knows where I reside now they are safer with me." Her now free hands rested once more one on the curve of her hip, the other dangling at her side," And I had suspicions I would run into your, or one of your beast ling little spies." The dangling arm raised as a index finger lightly poked him in the chest," And do be careful with them Jackie."
