&&allthat jazzzz [RICHARD]

[ebony conrae]

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A young women tapped her fingers lightly against the dark wood counter of the bar. Long black hair almost reached all the way down to her mini skirt, but fell short only a few inches. Her nails matched the dark red heart that was on her I ♥ NY shirt. But her nail's where usually red, or black, or not even colored at all. Waiting wasn't something the eighteen year old like to do, and waiting for her nails to dry simply drove her insane. And now? She was waiting, yet again and all she could do was tap her fingers, with out killing someone.

And who, might you ask, was making this girl wait? Richard Matthews. In a way, he was some what of her idol. Though the thought of being like him wasn't something Ebbie was planning on in her future. He was more of a controller, an overseeing per say, in the girls eyes. And Ebony? She liked to do the dirty work, she liked to take orders someone else came up with and watch them fold out with a wave of her pretty little hand. But then again, she'd never met him in person before, her idea's of could be totally off. Not that she'd start looking down at him, instead of up.

Ebony Conrae was in a bar, and she wasn't drinking, what an odd site. She would have bought a drink for herself, but alas she was broke. She could have stolen a drink, but that means she would have to run afterwards, and she was waiting for someone. The bartenders started giving her looks like, get something or leave. It only made her fidget more in her seat. One of the bartenders was a strong, highly tattooed person, but she could easily kill him. Humans, where so easy to break and Ebony wasn't sure if she would be able to hold back breaking a few bones if he tried to make her leave.

Maybe the bartenders where looking at her for different reasons. It was the middle of the day, almost three-ish probably four. No one was in the bar except her and some few shady people that huddled in the back corner. Ebony didn't feel comfortable and wanted to leave, she'd just make Richard have to hunt her down if he really wanted to talk to her. Before she could even will her legs to get up the bell on the door jingled saying in its own way 'someone is coming' Ebony didn't turn her head to looked, but something inside her said it was him. Hopefully her gut was right, and hopefully he had cash to buy her some strong drink.

[Richard Matthews]

Dressed in his usual attire of a formal suit Richard stood, intently watching the proceedings happening in the large room. It wasn't long before his plan commenced, blowing up a few tower blocks on the east side of town. But of course nothing could ever go to plan could it. He had a meeting with a certain Ebony Conrae and because of the unlimited stupidity of his men, he was going to be late. Sure he could kill a man without a seconds thought, but he was one for manners, and the thought of being late displeased him greatly. "Im surrounded by idiots" he screamed eventually, ignoring the cliche.

One of the idiots had managed to cause a gas leak. Add that to the huge quantities of highly explosive nitroglycerin that was being made in the main room, and it became a pretty big problem. Scratching at the back of his neck in frustration Richard swore loudly, groaning in annoyance. He didn't have time for his men's stupidity. "Right everyone out the dam building now. None of you are to reenter the building while im away. One single spark and the whole place will go up, do you understand me. Im I getting through your thick skulls" he shouted again, feeling his face flush with anger.

Watching all his men quickly rush out of the building obediently, Richard wondered for a split second why they followed him. It wasn't as if they were getting more that a few bank notes for all the abuse. Breathing deeply he ran his right hand down his face, trying to calm himself down. There was places he needed to be, people he needed to meet, never any free time for a villain it seemed.

Walking calmly down the steps he looked up at the large factory he called his hideout. Every window in the place thrown open to let the gas escape, it looked like something from a bad dream. Climbing into the back of the black Mercedes waiting for him, he sighed, finally relaxing a little as he leaned into the leather seats. His hideout was a few miles away from the main city, so there was still plenty of time to kill before they reached the bar he was heading for.

Pulling out a cigarette he placed it between his lips before lighting it quickly, The need for a cigarette to relax him great. Inhaling deeply he let the smoke linger for a bit before blowing it back out, uncaring if his men didn't like the smoke. After a few drags Richard was feeling better already, the fiasco of the past hour behind him.

The driver notified him that they had arrived at the destination. No good with chemicals but they make a great sat nav system Richard thought sarcastically, getting out the car before one of his men could do it for him. Once out the car he looked at the dive they called a bar in front of him. Well that was just what he needed, to catch some kind of disease. Figuring as he was already late a few extra seconds wouldn't hurt he finished his cigarette, stubbing it out before walking to the bar.

The door jingled lightly as he pushed it open, the sound rattling annoyingly inside his head. Frowning Richard looked around the dingy bar, wondering what person was who he was looking for. It was then he noticed the girl sitting at the bar, looking totally out of place. Smirking he walked towards her, taking a seat beside her before saying anything.

"I take it you are Ebony Conrae?" he asked whilst smiling politely, extending a hand. She seemed younger than what he expected, not like that was a problem, after all when did age stop him. "Richard Matthews at your service. Sorry for being so late, there was a slight.... mix up" He knew that he didn't need to introduce himself, as surely she already knew who he was. But manners never hurt. "God I need a drink, Do you need a drink" he asked brightly, feeling an incredibly urge for a ice cold beer.