I want to be a (p)art of it!

[Leon Regaros]

He gave her a grin as he opened the door to the building.  "If I respectable looking obvious, I'd be too obvious to find then.  Right?  Don't worry, I'm not that sort of a man as to take advantage of you.  I'd rather earn my way," he said as he made their way towards the elevator.     The floor was a wooden floor that was laid out in a way and stained so it made a pattern, that maybe looked like a grand design back when it was in it's golden age.  It seemed like an old enough building that needed some repairs.  It still seemed in stable enough shape to be in use for what it was.  

"My office is on the fifth floor," he said as he guided them into the elevator and pressed the button to summon it, the button lighting up upon being pressed.  "Don't let the way this place look fool you.  I tend to make my office look much better than this," he said, as he was sure the appearance of the building was a bit off putting.

[Katelyn Coralie]

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Katelyn followed this 'independent rogue's logic. She supposed. As much as she could follow any coherent train of thought right now, anyway. "It's a bit grimy in here. I hope you're right about your office being better than this one." She noted, following him into the large elevator. It seemed like they went into the back door of a once embellished establishment. She could picture the building in its former glory in her mind, though she figured that was likely long ago. Long before Leon could probably even remember - if he was even in the place then. It was sad to see such a place go to waste, though, she figured it probably wasn't any of her business. Kat waited patiently to see his promoted abode, looking about at the faded designs in the elevator instead.

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[Leon Regaros]

It wasn't long until the elevator reached the fifth floor.  The distant sound of a tv could be heard through the walls.  The elevator came to a halt, a ding heard from the elevator, signaling the opening of the doors.  The hallway looked in much better shape that the main lobby down below did.  The walls looked like they were recently renovated and the wood floor was recently polished.  There only seemed to be one door on this end of the hallway, and it looked like it was fairly new.  "The owner let me renovate this part.  I hope to pay him back sometime by fixing up the rest of the place," he said as he led them down the hallway and went to open the door.

It was a studio sized apartment that he used as an office and living space.  It was cleaned up and had some walls put in to help separate parts of the apartment.  Walking in would lead to the living room which was fairly big and also was home to a desk that he used if he had a client back towards the windows so his back would be towards the windows when he sat down.  The exposed brick gave it a bit of old charm that he enjoyed, and the wood floors had a light coat of dust because he hadn't cleaned in a bit.  There was a tv on top of a book shelf that sat against a half wall, in front was a rug that had a couch and sofa sitting on top of it, both facing towards a dark table between them.  The kitchen itself was modern in design, and had a open design.

"You can make yourself comfortable," he said as he led them inside.  Making his way to the kitchen, he got a glass of ice water for Katelyn.


Rias was in another room, watching a program on the smaller television.  She heard the door open and the two of them entering the place.  She chose to stay quiet and returned to watching her program.  She sat at a small table in the room, glancing over at the closed door, curious about the voices.

[Katelyn Coralie]

Through blue-grey eyes, she scanned her surroundings, plopping down on the nearby couch. It was much nicer than the exterior led it on to be, which she was glad for. Kat took her hair down and started to relax her nerves, sinking into the comfortable cushions of the sofa. She watched him grabbing the ice water, crossing her legs and waiting to be waited on. Stranger or not, being waited on was nice. "So, should you go first, then?" She asked him, outstretching her hands and grabbing her beverage from him from her seat. "Or, are you more interested in what I have to say?" Katelyn noticed the other present, but she didn't really pay it any mind.

[Leon Regaros]

Taking the seat opposite of her, her relaxed into the seat.  Leaning forward so that his elbows rested on top of his knees and his chin being supported by his hands, he looked over at her.  It was nice having a guest for a change, he thought as he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure.  "I think I've already shared some.  So I'd like to hear your story, if you don't mind," he said as he kept his focus on her.


Rias remained in the other room, her ear twitched as she placed where they were in the apartment.  She decided to keep an ear out in case she thought he could use some help.  "I wonder who he brought back with him.  Something seems a little off," she said to herself under her breath.

[Katelyn Coralie]

The girl was still completely unaware of Rias' presence in the other room; whether it was that she was too drunk to know or that they were very stealthy was anyone's guess.

She thought for a few moments...gee, what would be her pitch? "Well, I'm a stripper for one. A 19 year old stripper. So, I guess it's a little illegal to get alcohol and all." She took another drink of her water and leaned back to stare at the ceiling. "I've been with a few women. Nothing too extreme, though." She said, deciding to let him have an intermission to speak before she would continue.

[Leon Regaros]

"Well, you certainly don't look the type.  Gorgeous, but didn't peg you for that.  As for the drinking, as far as I'm concerned, you're an adult," he said, giving her a small shrug.  He had his views about drinking age laws, especially since he met some people who didn't make it to twenty-one to have their first drink.  The stripper fact was a surprise, but it didn't bother him.  After all, there were plenty of women who have done worse in the city.

"And well, whom you choose to sleep with is completely your choice," he said with a grin, leaning back in his seat.  "As long as you can live with no regrets when the grave comes to welcome you, everything is fine in my book."

[Katelyn Coralie]

"Well, surprisingly enough, I've never slept with anyone. More so...hm. Well, not to get into the nitty gritty but there was no insertion involved." She said, finishing off her glass of water and resting her hands on her knees. "I guess you could say I'm not the type. I'm not really not the type either, though." Katelyn finished. "I probably sound like a total baby compared to you, though. Got some war time stories under your belt and all." She noted, beginning to sober up just a bit more as the night wore on. Without continuous drinks, it was easy to sober up.

[Leon Regaros]

"Fair is fair, I suppose," he said as he took a deep breath and gave a deep sigh.  "I'm no decorated soldier, rather, I left to fend for myself after.. not agreeing to the methods being used by my unit.  Originally all we did was recon or intelligence gathering, then it escalated to genocide of innocents.  An order's an order I was told.  Even when told to kill one of your own for an excuse to cover our tracks," he said, as he glanced over to a picture on the shelf that was easy an army picture of himself and several others.


"Knowing that if I took any actual action, I'd probably be killed.  So, I took what I could, left and started my own little career of staying in the shadows.  From what I understand, I was marked as killed during a raid," he said as he looked back over to her.  "So technically, I'm not supposed to be alive, but here I am.  Alive and enjoying my evening." he leaned back in his chair, resting his arms on the arm rests of the seat.  


"I've got my demons, and I'll pay for them in time.  For now, I think I'll continue being a part of that.... necessary evil that we've talked about," he said, with a bit of a roguish grin to her.