Post by Gillian Velmont on Nov 13, 2011 3:07:00 GMT -5
Time was of no importance to him as Gillian reclined back in his black leather chair. His hands resting on the arm rests, his fingers dancing around the edge of his desk absent of mind. Gillian was thirsting to spill blood, wanting to also taste the blood on his blades. His mind played with dark thoughts of murder and blood. His last meal had been an hour ago and had been that of a man dressed in a luxurious suit. Clearly the man had to be of importance as he had worn a crest of some sort. Probably a family crest of some highly respected snobby family. The rich always acted the same Gillian thought, which he liked, they would always need someone to murder anyone whom had made some sort of small rude gesture at them or if they just clearly disliked them they would have them deceased. And Gillian would happily accept any offer, he had a reputation because he would always seem to come back alive with his target dead. Nobody knew he was immortal so he was thought of as one of the best.
Gillian spread his fingers out on the table as he stood up resting he palms on the sturdy desk. The desk was made of metal, stainless steel. He always liked to keep a sharp image, his desk contained few objects and those few objects were fairly expensive. His computer was a sleek custom made hd screen, and was framed by a plastic that looked like steel. His keyboard was stainless steel and had a faint glow of neon glue under each key. Gillian kept three knives on his desk at all times he never carried a gun, that wasn't a weapon he was familiar with or cared to become familiar with. It was to loud and could become useless fairly quickly. And just for the humor of it he had made a metal apple and kept it on the farthest right edge of the desk as to become the focal point of his possessions that lay on his desk.
Gillian was waiting for anyone to come to him with an offer, he needed to find a challenging offer as well. Most of his targets had been humans and they had become easy to murder. Gillian was looking to murder someone on his level, he didn't want to do it for confidence or satisfaction. He needed to murder someone his level whom he could actually learn from as he snuffed out there life force with his blade. Slowly Gillians gaze landed on his knives, slowly his hand slid across the desk towards his favorite. An m9 bayonet, its sleek silver blade matched the color of the desk so it almost blended in except for its pure black handle. Closing his fingers around the hilt he tossed it up and continued to do so catching it and then tossing it back up.
Gillian spread his fingers out on the table as he stood up resting he palms on the sturdy desk. The desk was made of metal, stainless steel. He always liked to keep a sharp image, his desk contained few objects and those few objects were fairly expensive. His computer was a sleek custom made hd screen, and was framed by a plastic that looked like steel. His keyboard was stainless steel and had a faint glow of neon glue under each key. Gillian kept three knives on his desk at all times he never carried a gun, that wasn't a weapon he was familiar with or cared to become familiar with. It was to loud and could become useless fairly quickly. And just for the humor of it he had made a metal apple and kept it on the farthest right edge of the desk as to become the focal point of his possessions that lay on his desk.
Gillian was waiting for anyone to come to him with an offer, he needed to find a challenging offer as well. Most of his targets had been humans and they had become easy to murder. Gillian was looking to murder someone on his level, he didn't want to do it for confidence or satisfaction. He needed to murder someone his level whom he could actually learn from as he snuffed out there life force with his blade. Slowly Gillians gaze landed on his knives, slowly his hand slid across the desk towards his favorite. An m9 bayonet, its sleek silver blade matched the color of the desk so it almost blended in except for its pure black handle. Closing his fingers around the hilt he tossed it up and continued to do so catching it and then tossing it back up.