need to know;; Jordan

[Raphael Kim Ji Hyun]

The sound of bell cut through the dull roar of human chatter reaching Raphael's ears, two cheerful "ting" signalling food's ready, "Yes, coming!" the young man called back as an answer, quickly finishing up his task on hand - wiping up the table and took the dishes away with him as he goes.

Daddy Kim left food nicely packed on the counter, delivery, they get plenty of them these days. Raphael dumped the pile of plates and pots alike into the sink, he quickly scrubbed his hands with soap too. "Where to?" Casually, the Asian asked his father, who tiled his head on the white board where an address was stuck on. Raphael dried his hands on the apron before taking it off. He left
the paper at on the counter once committed it to his memory, and left with food in his hands.

The evening air was tinted golden by the setting sunlight, it smelt crisp and cold, a sign of the fast approaching winter, This winter is going to be cold, he wasn't sure why he think that, but he felt it somewhat, when the chilly night air bites into his exposed skin, it has a hint of menace to it. He put on his leather gloves and secured his helmet then off roaring away into the evening.

Navigating down the New York streets in the evening is never easy, lucky him Raphael has the roads memorized, he turned into a few which traffic isn't too bad in compare to the other, skillfully twisting his bikes in between vehicles when he came into the busy part of the town.

He made it good time, spotting the road sign and swerved his bike into this relatively quiet neighbourhood he never been to before. His dark irises darted from side to side attempting to look for the number plate - not that he isn't curious about this place. And finally, Raphael found the address he was looking for.

His dark eyes glanced up at the house impressed, he always wished he could live in a house like this. Wish, not that he isn't happy with the life he has now, the warm little apartment the family shares, though they don't always get along, things wasn't too bad. Family should stick together right?

The young man turned off the engine and pocketed his key before dismounting his bike, light wind blew past had him shifted a shiver. After what seems like ten seconds, he reached out a hand to press a button which looks like the door bell, there wasn't a sound to be heard but the distance traffic and birds chirping and singing somewhere among the trees.

Raphael bit his lips, adjusted the weight in his hands. He tiptoed so to see above the gate, looking for sign of someone coming out; it wasn't the first time he makes a wasted trip so he has his rights to be suspicious. An audible sigh of relieve escape him when there finally came someone out the door.

"Raphael's Speech"
Raphael's Thoughts
NPC Speech

Words: 503
OCC: just a simple one.
Outfit: CLICK
Tagged: Jordan Mercer

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[Jordan Mercer]

Beauty fades when she dies
In a red dress and alone
But it was the best times

No way.

Evelyn's family had done their best to make him comfortable. They had hated him at first, but he had persuaded them to like him. More specifically, he had manipulated them. That did not seem to have worn off just yet, even though he had stopped influencing them. They had little idea of what had happened, it seemed, and did not suspect that he had been involved aside from discovering her and rushing her to the hospital, and sitting with her as she died.

No. It couldn't be that he had come to be sitting in this house all alone, with artifacts of Evelyn's life all around him, with memories of her assaulting him from all sides, and with no real way of leaving. In a sense, he was house-sitting. The Armingers had left him in their grand home, in part to give him space to recover from his girlfriend's and their daughter's passing, and in part because they needed someone to watch the house for a few days.

He had no idea where Lilka was, but that was because he had slipped out of his own apartment without bothering to tell her where he was going. She did not know the address to the Arminger house, but he had no doubt that she would find him anyway. She had been his shadow ever since she and Felicia Soler had convinced him to open up. He preferred to keep people at a distance, and he had always been free-handed with his abilities, using them whenever he needed to get his way. Now he refused to use them.

It was his fault that Evelyn had died. He had told her that he had been manipulating her, and, although he had left it unspoken, she had realized that he had never truly felt anything for her. And… he supposed she must have. His revelation had pushed her to end her own life. And now here he was, supposedly relaxing in her former home, when he had been the one, in essence, to kill her. It couldn't be.

Yet it was. Life was cruel that way. But he had not been able to refuse the Armingers, as they had been insistent as well as concerned for his well-being. So far he had not had the heart to tell Felicia and Lilka what had happened, although he was sure they could tell something was the matter. Doubtless Lilka was on her way now, to be a pain in the ass as usual.

So when the doorbell chimed, he jumped, and it took him a while to remember that he had ordered food rather than join society and go out to eat a meal. Hesitantly, he stepped out and headed toward the gate, grabbing a jacket from the coat rack first as he realized there was a bite to the wind outside. As he walked, he pulled his wallet from his pocket. The delivery had been made by a kid he had seen around a few times, mostly back when he had been extremely arrogant and manipulative. He had never tried to mind-control this guy, though; there had not been a point to it. And he had always been a good tipper, even back then.

"Hey, sorry about that." Jordan swung the gate open. He sounded tired; he felt tired. Exhausted. "Thanks. How much do I owe you?" he asked, thumbing through his wallet to find however much he owed plus a tip. Braving the cold certainly merited a little more extra than usual.