Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Dec 6, 2016 17:40:53 GMT -6
timing: December 2011
Kendall frowned, staring morosely into her martini glass. It had taken the bartender more than five minutes to make, and it wasn't even that good. She had heard rave reviews about the Sky Garden, but so far was not impressed with the quality. Perhaps it was because she had lived in London for over a year now. But the city itself had not lost its charm. Kendall loved living in a city that was a world within itself. Where so many different languages were spoken. She took a sip of her half gone martini and stared out the massive glass windows.
The whole wide expanse of London was laid out in front of her, the lights twinkling in the dark night. There were no stars to speak of, and Winter Wonderland shone like a beacon in the distance. It was just past seven in the evening, and yet Kendall was already drinking. She hadn't had much work to do lately, and she simply couldn't work out why. Why had they taken her on if they didn't need her? Well, to be fair, she did sort of force herself on the recruiting committee.
Kendall took another drink, then noticed her glass was empty. With a sigh, she turned to refill her drink at the bar but walked right into a solid body. She looked up at once, an eyebrow arched defensively. "Pardon me," she said with a half smile, intent upon that third martini.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Dec 7, 2016 8:08:02 GMT -6
The underwear were tightly lodged into his asscrack and he wanted nothing more but to be able to scratch. Since that was not an option at this very moment, Emmet Caldwell resulted in standing in the corner and eyeing his hit from the distance. This would've been an easy target if the target wasn't some rich moron who liked to frequent in bars like this one. That usually meant fancy clothes and fancy ass parties, something that Emmet wasn't quite used to. He was no assassin, he didn't like to trail people nor he liked to wear underwear. He wanted the job done as soon as possible and get on with his life. He also wanted tacos at this very moment. There was no food around, not even something to nibble and Emmet was getting more crankier by the minute. This was a waste of his time but what could he do? He already had a big target behind his back thanks to MACUSA and he didn't want to draw too much attention to himself here in the U.K either.
Emmet had a small window between the guy talking to a woman ( who looked like a dude to be honest ) and ordering a drink for her. He slipped the poison into his drink, managed to sneak away from the situation and grinning like an idiot. Obviously he was going to stay and see the show because the potion slowly would turn the guys insides into pudding. It sounded brutal but that's what you get for being the biggest boss of human trafficking. Anyway. Emmet had now gotten an earshot away but was already bored. Oh lord. Where was the toilet? The underwear ( Superhero boxers mind you ) were so deep into his asscrack that he had a hard time walking properly. This resulted in bumping into someone. " Well, pardon me." Emmet began sarcastically, mocking the British accent he was hearing. " Do you have underwear stuck in your ass, 'cause I have and – " He stopped immediately. Actually, she was gorgeous. " I mean, hi there. How you doin'?"
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Dec 9, 2016 10:58:29 GMT -6
It took a considerable amount of grace to move about the crowded Sky Bar without walking into anyone or anything. Kendall had half a mind to just tuck herself away by the western windows and stare at the twinkling lights all night. But she wasn't nearly buzzed enough. She turned, wondering why she was at a bar by herself and walked into a very solid form.
Immediately, her English manners took over. Kendall apologised,but froze at his rude retort. She glared at him. "I don't care to hear about your pants, thanks," she said scathingly, putting her hands on her hips. She tried to ignore the sudden magnetism between them, how all of the air seemed to have left the room and there was only him. It didn't help how handsome he was. Tilting her head, she responded. "I'm alright. You look a bit dodgy though. What are you doing here?" she asked, taking a step forward rather than a step backwards. Her eyes quickly noted the details of his features. The scar on his eyebrow, the mischievous look in his eyes. Instantly, she liked him. But Kendall would never admit to that.
After a few moments, Kendall tore her eyes away from the stranger and looked around. Winter Wonderland was still flashing off in the distance. She'd gone last year with her brother, which had been quite a bore. Charles had talked her ear off about the workings of the ministry. She simply couldn't be bothered. Kendall looked back to the stranger, sighing deeply as she did.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Dec 10, 2016 6:33:07 GMT -6
These kind of parties were exactly the places where Emmet did not like to be. Especially dressed like a some flying monkey. He preferred more comfortable things such as jeans or maybe a red spandex suit. Whatever it was, it was much better than this thing he was wearing now. The people around him were probably bunch of idiots anyway and Emmet had no interest staying much longer. Hell, he wasn't even drunk. Not that he could even afford most of the drinks that were on that menu. Beer was too expensive and Emmet refused to pay 6 pounds for it. No. Nope. Not a chance.
His distraction from the job and expensive beer came in the form of a very attractive young woman. This one did not look like a dude, not at all and Emmet figured he could try his luck with these stuck ups until his target finally keeled over. She didn't want to hear about his pants? Well that's a shame. Oh right. He should probably say that out loud but he had trouble stopping grinning like an idiot. " Oh really?" Caldwell asked, amused. " Well, I mean there's probably much more in my pants than my wedgie." Once again, such smooth flirting. Not. When she was asking what he was doing here, Emmet's glance quickly turned to the bastard he had been sent here to kill (who was still alive and kicking) and when he turned back to the woman, Emmet shrugged.
" You got me." Said the American. " I'm a super secret spy on a mission to change the music around here." Emmet nodded. " Instead of this crap – " for some reason he pointed to the ceiling where the speakers were and playing some shit beat. " – it should play George Michael. Or Wham!" His grin widened.
Oh right. He probably should introduce himself. Then again, there was a chance she was someone who tried to take him into custody but Emmet doubted it. This gorgeous woman? No way. " I'm Emmet by the way." Wow. Definitely not smooth.
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Dec 10, 2016 18:40:14 GMT -6
As much as she didn't want to, as much as she thought that his comment was rather childish, Kendall laughed. Cheeky lad, wasn't he? "Oh, I'm sure," said Kendall, her frosty exterior melting at once. She had decided that he was absolutely harmless- she would have laughed had she heard his real occupation. He couldn't hurt a fly. He glanced at a guy halfway across the bar and KEndall followed his eye line. "Who's that? Your boyfriend?" asked the blonde with a smirk. She could garner a lot of information from a simple reply in this manner. It had worked several times in the past.
Once again, Kendall couldn't help but grin at his quick reply. "You know George Michael was half of Wham! And he's English," she retorted proudly. She didn't know much about the musical duo- only one song in particular called Careless Whisper. "My mate from Spain knows the saxophone solo for Careless Whisper. It's bloody fantastic," she added. Suddenly, she felt the strong urge to have another drink. Well, stronger than before. She felt like her statement would have been more poignant with a sophisticated sip of a martini.
"Er, fancy a drink?" asked Kendall after a moment of looking between the bar and the man who had just introduced himself as Emmet. "I'm Kendall. Pleasure to meet you, Emmet. You have a nice accent," said Kendall with a little smile to herself. He would laugh if he knew that her father had graduated from Ilvermony- if he even knew what Ilvermony was.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Dec 11, 2016 8:46:44 GMT -6
Emmet was good looking. No wait. He was damn fine but his flirting skills were nonexistent. Most of the time he didn't have to flirt, women just came to him. He had that strange charm though, to attract the crazy ones. This one though, looked extremely good but Emmet couldn't tell if she was crazy or not. So far, everything looked good. Emmet had made a slight mistake by looking at his target. Not that it mattered now, when the guy keeled over, Caldwell would be out of here. " Nah. We chatted a little in the toilet. He complimented me but I couldn't compliment him back." Emmet still wondered when his target would actually die because he wanted to see that happening before he disappeared.
" Oh, another Wham fan?" He sounded too surprised for his own good. Many people didn't quite like Emmet's music style. This was because his style consisted of Wham and Salt-N-Pepa. He couldn't stand the newer stuff that went around and this place was a prime example of bad music. " You have a great friend then. He should play at your wedding that solo." Because why not. A drink? He wanted to say yes but at the same time, in the back of his head he kept telling himself that he did not have much time. Not that there was anyone who could suspect him. Emmet shrugged to himself. " I'd love to but just one. Got to go back saving the world." He grinned.
Kendall. What an interesting name. It did sound too long though. " Kendall." Emmet tasted the name in his mouth. " I'm going to call you Ken. It's shorter and easier. Or Ken-doll. Or Bob. No, not Bob." Emmet was saving that name for something else. He just had no clue to what but that would come later.
" My accent?" He had an accent? Well, he did, he just couldn't hear it. " I'm from Iowa, that's probably it. But I can do a very Southern accent too." He tried to roll his tongue. He failed. " A'ight, m'lady." Emmet was trying British accent now. Failing as well. " Let's go get that drink. What's your poison?"
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Dec 12, 2016 16:57:57 GMT -6
Kendall followed Emmet's gaze to the man and offered a half smile. "He just hasn't got the right stuff, I suppose," she said, glancing back at Emmet with a mischievous look. Secretly, she was relieved. She wasn't exactly sure what to think. To be fair, she didn't really know what was going on at the moment other than needing a third martini rather badly.
"Wham fam... spectacular alliteration," said Kendall with an appreciative nod. She looked over at the bar and noticed that there was a lull in the ordering. She sidled over to the bar, asking Emmet if he fancied a drink as well. "She. And in order to have a wedding, I'd have to convince someone to date me first," she added, turning towards the bartender. "Two martinis on the rocks with a twist," said Kendall, returning her attention to Emmet. "Saving the world? You're not some sort of masked hero, are you?" she asked. "I don't suppose it's spandex you've got stuck ip in your ass, as you so kindly informed me earlier."
The drinks were placed on the bar and Kendall offered the bartender a twenty before passing a drink to Emmet. "I dunnno if you've noticed, but we're not in Kansas anymore," said Kendall in the best American accent she could muster (which was rubbish). "My American accent is just as shit as your British one. Makes us equals, yeah?" She took a sip and closed her eyes, savouring in the burning sensation down her throat. Even as a witch, she had always been partial to muggle spirits. With a sigh, Kendall opened her eyes and started towards the western windows. She glanced over her shoulder at Emmet.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Dec 24, 2016 10:14:52 GMT -6
" Oh no. Definitely not good enough junk for anyone. I'm surprised he's getting busy at this very moment." Emmet was also surprised that the potion took this long to take effect. He narrowed his eyes and was almost about to take out the vial until he remembered he was talking..Ken-doll. Yes. Ken. See? That name was much better than the real one she had which Emmet had already forgotten. Perhaps it didn't matter if she forgot her real name because she was most certainly going to forget his name. Emmet normally faded in the back, as the nameless, yet gorgeous man who appeared and in one second disappeared. He didn't need people to remembering who he was because of the nature of his job.
Her little mention of someone dating her made him arch an eyebrow. So, she was not dating anyone? How could a girl like her be available? She was gorgeous and as far as Emmet was concerned; quite a catch. I mean, how often did you cross paths with someone who liked Wham? Emmet was too busy still contemplating that so he missed out the fact that Ken had already ordered them drinks. " How are you single?" Asked Emmet then without too much thought. " I'll tell you a secret, I'm actually Deadpool and I'm wearing the suit underneath this monkeysuit." He wished he had a Deadpool suit but those things were expensive and Emmet didn't have the time to go out and buy one. He still did wiggle a little bit but did not help at all to the fact that his underwear were still up his asscrack. Emmet took the drink and sipped it. His eyes shifted back to his target, over Ken's shoulder. The signs of discomfort were now there and the man had started to sweat. It wouldn't be too long now when his airways would shut and he would choke.
He hadn't even noticed Ken getting up and going before she called out to him. Emmet nodded and walked after Ken to the western windows. " Anywhere you go." Emmet told Ken with a smirk. He heard some commotion coming from behind them. There were some yells of getting a doctor and 'he's choking!'. Emmet mockingly imitated them under his breath ( because he was a big child ) and sipped his martini. " So, Ken." He began. " What do you do for living?"
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Dec 29, 2016 14:49:49 GMT -6
Kendall rolled her eyes, suppressing a mocking grin at the same time. "And how do you know he's getting some? Perhaps he's engaged in a lively conversation regarding the analytics of his company. Or maybe he's wondering what she looks like naked. The world may never know," said Kendall, sipping her martini. She off-handedly (or so she had hoped commented that she was single, hoping to gauge his interest in her. Luckily for her, he bit. "No one was good enough for me," said Kendall with a shrug. Added to the fact that she could be genuinely self absorbed and deeply shallow.
Alright, now she was actually confused. "What's a dead pool?" asked Kendall. Then, Emmet mentioned wearing a dead pool suit underneath his clothes and something clicked into place. "Oh, is he a super hero? Is your name actually Emmet or is it really Clark Kent?" asked Kendall, arching a brow. It was the extent of her knowledge of muggle comics. She had heard snippets of stories, but didn't know much beyond superman.
Kendall slinked away, checking over her shoulder to confirm Emmet was following. She smiled to herself at his response. Her eyes moved towards the western sky, where Winter Wonderland twinkled in the distance. "Did you know they have--" but Kendall was cut off by a sudden commotion behind them. She whirled around, glancing from the man, the small group around him, and Emmet. He seemed unperturbed by this whole situation. Kendall decided it would be better to ask questions later. She took one last look at the man before turning her back on him once more. As if she had seen nothing.
"Did you know Winter Wonderland features the largest portable roller coaster in the world?" asked Kendall, appraising Emmet over her drink. "If I told you what I do for a living, I'd have to kill you," she added, then lowered her voice and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I'm a super hero too." With a faint smile, she leaned away, looking back at the lights and taking a sip of her drink, studiously ignoring whatever was happening behind them.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Jan 12, 2017 13:45:45 GMT -6
She did have a point yet Emmet felt that there was no way the guy would be talking about his company. Emmet himself had heard so many bad things about this guy, witnessed the victims of his job and there was no way Caldwell would let this slide. The girl named Kendall though, caused a slight distraction in Emmet but he was still glad that at this very moment, his target was dying and even though so many people were trying to figure what was going on, no one could save him. The mission had been an success and sooner or later he was able to collect his prize. No one was good enough for her? Was that supposed to be a challenge? " No one? At all?" Asked Emmet with a slight arch of his eyebrow. " You do realize I'm going to take this as a challenge." Why did he say that out loud. You're not supposed to say stuff like that out loud, Jesus Christ. Wait. She didn't know who Deadpool was? That needed to change. Emmet thought that his chance to talk about Deadpool until Kendall was already talking about something else. A pout formed on his face but he did shook his head. " Oh please." Emmet Caldwell scoffed. " Clark Kent is a pussy. My name is definitely not Clark Kent. It's Wade Wilson." Well, he did want his name to be Wade Wilson because then his initials would be W.W instead of E.T.H.C.
He took a sip again from his drink. The paramedics had arrived and Emmet's interest had been lost already. No one could save him. No one could save the scumbag that did not deserve to live in the first place. " Oh they do?" Roller coaster though sounded extremely interesting and Emmet nodded approvingly. " Sounds like fun." He agreed. " Though I'm very sure the biggest and the coolest roller coaster can be found in the Iowa." Or not.
Kill him? Once again, she peaked his interest and Emmet squinted his eyes. " I'd like to see you try and kill me." Emmet said shrugging his shoulders now. " What if I told you I'm trained in the art of dark magic and the skill to scare the living shit out of people?" Alright so he wasn't trained in dark magic and Emmet would never, not even with a five foot pole touch anything remotely dark. He had standards afterwards.
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Jan 16, 2017 17:47:54 GMT -6
Kendall smirked. "I hoped you would," she replied. Her mind was at war with itself. Part of her wanted to leave him hanging and prance away like a sprite into the night. But the other part of her was intrigued by him. The latter part was winning the war, and Kendall found that she was unable to leave, as if some sort of invisible force drew them together. Kendall didn't believe in silly things such as fate.
Her brow crumpled in confusion. "I thought your name was Emmet? Or is Wade Wilson your super secret alias?" she said. However smart she was, Kendall had a difficult time keeping up with this comic book banter. She didn't like to talk about things she didn't know about. She couldn't reveal weakness so easily. Kendall effectively switched the conversation to the largest portable roller coaster, which was in sight as a collection of twinkling lights in the distance. She was full of useless facts like this. "Portable roller coaster. Movable," she explained with a giggle. Those drinks were starting to make her through her system and feel a bit giddy. But after a moment, she spoke again. "Iowa? Isn't that in the middle somewhere?" America was a big country. She only knew of New York and Orlando.
Emmet asked about her profession, and wary of the international statute of secrecy, Kendall told him she would have to kill him if she told. But statute be damned, since Emmet basically just told her he was a wizard. Kendall exhaled minutely, an unknown weight lifting from her shoulders. It was so much easier not to pretend when she was in good company. "I would remind you that there's no such thing as magic," said Kendall in a low voice, her lip curling wickedly. "Come with me," said Kendall suddenly, taking Emmet's sizable hand in her own. She placed her empty glass on a table as she passed, leading him into the copse of fake trees at the back of the sky bar. As usual, it was deserted. She fixed him with a stern gaze. "You're very interesting, Emmet. Don't let go," she said, and with a twist they were sucked into the vacuum of time and space.
Seconds later, they reappeared on a pathway in Hyde Park. Winter Wonderland spread out before them like a beacon, beckoning tourists towards it. "I'm a cursebreaker for Gringotts," said Kendall suddenly, grinning at Emmet.