Post by Alessandro Moretti on Apr 6, 2014 18:10:56 GMT -5
[[ OOC: A short, open ended starter to start a scene of some sort. ]]
It was ten thirty at night in the streets of New York; a few people were going about their business. Some were heading to a bar and others leaving a restaurant. Alessandro, however, was searching for somebody. He had heard of news that his Alice had appeared on television and had become quite… known to people. It was unfortunate then that Alessandro was the only one who now, it seemed, did not know her. Not anymore: - a fact which saddened him deeply.
He turned his head to look at the luminous moon shining in the sky. It was a shame he could not see the stars; it would have made it such a lovely night.
Turning his attention back to the path in front of him, Alessandro walked. He walked until he reached the end of the street and then he turned left and walked some more. Eventually he happened upon an alleyway and stopped; his phone was vibrating. He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at the bright screen. There was a text message alert.
Go down the alley.
Alessandro swallowed and placed the phone back into his jeans pocket. He straightened out his jacket and loosened the sheathe of his knife just in case he were to need it. And then he saw a person stood before him, leaning against a wall.
“Mr Moretti.” The person spoke.
“Where is she? I trust you to know.” Alessandro said, dismissing any greeting.
“I know many-a-thing, you should know this. But I will not disclose that information to someone such as you.”
Alessandro clenched his jaw and took a clutch on the handle of his blade; “Let me rephrase. You tell me or I slice off your fingers one at a time.” A bitterness in the Italian’s voice.
“No, let me rephrase. It’s New York and you’re a stranger in an alleyway holding an innocent bystander…” The person took out their phone, “… at knife point for their cell phone.”
Alessandro darted toward the person, unclipping his knife and pulling it to the man’s throat, pinning him against the wall with his left arm pressed against the persons chest. “Tell me.”
The man grinned and opened his mouth, a loud shout echoing through the dark; “Help! Somebody! He’s got a knife!”