Friends and Alibis || Jet

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Friends and Alibis || Jet Dec 17, 2013 1:07:51 GMT -8

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Post by VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V on Dec 17, 2013 1:07:51 GMT -8

Things were starting to look up. Jor has gotten back into the swing of meeting clients and perspective buyers again and it felt good not to have the weight pulling him down. The hallways were slowly emptying of students as curfew was nearing. As for this Hufflepuff, he had a bag full of liquors, glasses and paper towels. He could never be too careful, bloody noses were bound to happen. Joram slipped up the stairs toward the Ravenclaw gargoyle, not exactly wanting to be let in, but waiting. If he appeared as though he belonged in that specific spot at this specific time no one would question him. That and there was a very large shadow he could easily disappear into.

Checking his stock once again and letting the flap fall at his side, Joram needed to be prepared for anything that would be coming his way. Teacher, student, prefect, head boy or girl. They were the ones roaming the halls now, but he still had fifteen minutes to make the deal. Time shifted and all was nearly silent. Checking his watch once more he looked around as a figure came up to him. No words were traded and the sound of coin could be heard in the exchange. Silent nods and soon the other unnamed person was on their merry way with a bottle of rum.

The good thing about having Caitlin as a best friend was that she had connections in the Ravenclaw common room that Joram didn't have, before. There were so many more prospective clients within the walls of Ravenclaw he never thought he would be meeting. It was all thanks to Caitlin and Benji in reality. Perhaps Integra had a hand in on it all too.

Finally the door to the common room opened and Joram made himself look non conspicuous. Playing with the strap of his bag he gave the unfamiliar boy a smile. "Pleasure meeting you here. Jetra? I hope I'm saying that correctly. Would be sort of awkward mispronouncing your name, no?" Joram shifted the bag on his shoulder and looked around for anyone listening in.

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Friends and Alibis || Jet Dec 18, 2013 16:00:05 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2013 16:00:05 GMT -8

Jet was actually quite used to sneaking around - he liked to keep his movements a mystery, and should he ever need to slip away from a bad situation he would need some practice. He and his backup plans, preparation... He wasn't the brightest Ravenclaw by a long shot, but he was a Ravenclaw, and as such was far from stupid (despite popular opinion.) Though it could be argued that what he was doing right now was stupid, and he was fully aware that it was morally questionable, punishable, and not to mention shady. Jetra didn't particularly care. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get his hands on it no matter what.

He'd slipped silently through the common room, inconspicuous and average. Perhaps the only thing that was unusual was the fact he had a few less books in his book bag than usual. But it was nothing big and nobody noticed the boy go, even though he was nearing six feet tall and therefore, in theory, easier to spot. It was even a little confusing, but then again, not many people knew or really cared who the tall boy was, and those that did knew only enough to want to avoid him. Not that he really minded all that much.

The person that greeted him, though, knew his name. A quick check was given: was anyone around? Anyone listening? Did this guy seem off or nervous? But it didn't seem that they were in immediate danger of being heard, and the stranger didn't appear to be hiding anything. Jetra was always good at reading expressions, though it did have a reason. When one was the son of a private detective, well, information and skills just kind of found their way from mother to her teenage bundle of problems and complaints. "Yeah, I'm Jetra," he confirmed, face and voice both neutral. Though he wanted to be friendly, really he did. He had no reason not to be, except he was Jet Keiran and he sort of had to stay that way. It wasn't in his nature to be so stoic and stone, but old habits die hard. "Please, call me Jet." His vaguely bright blue eyes looked the scene over once more with a practiced casual air, something with the illusion of relaxation to the careless eye, but not quite hitting the mark under scrutiny. He didn't have a problem, he kept telling himself.

"I assume you're Joram, yeah?" All the formalities and short pleasantries seemed unnecessary in a way, but it was good to get all the facts straight. There was no way in righteous holy hell that Jet was going to let himself get caught over a stupid slip-up.

Last Edit: Dec 18, 2013 16:00:58 GMT -8 by Deleted

VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V

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Friends and Alibis || Jet Dec 18, 2013 16:28:38 GMT -8

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Post by VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V on Dec 18, 2013 16:28:38 GMT -8

The kid was tall, Joram would give him that. Fifth year too. It wasn't uncommon. Normally he would have tried to convince people to not use his services, but if they really wanted something who was he to say no? Having an ability to get anything in or out of the school without notice or passing trunk checks most definitely gave him the upper hand. Underage students could barely slip by authorities, but Joram, he could get anything past the points.

"Very well Jet, good thing we're not going by formalities, you'd have your mouth full." A smile cracked across his cheeks as he watched the boy check his surroundings. Joram was so used to patrols that it was pointless in his opinion. He was a master of the night, to a degree. Also having friends in higher places had his perks, no doubt. Being a supplier gave you an in. That and being able to sniff out the slightest slightest intruder helped.

Joram was on the short side, actually he was a few inches shorter than Jet, but he wasn't intimidated. If he so wanted he could bring the entire school to it's knees, but that wasn't why he was here. Making connections and get paid was why he was here and that wouldn't change. "So I hear you're looking for something to ease your cravings, what might that be? Perhaps I can satisfy your hunger or thirst with something a little more...exotic than the average glass of fire-whiskey? Maybe you're a wine guy, but who knows, that is why I'm here to find out. Whatever you want, I can get, as long as you have the coin."

Joram would be lying if he said this didn't feel right. The face of the people, the silent dealer, the supplier. He knew how to keep his mouth shut, he knew what people wanted and liked and he did whatever he could to satisfy that urge. Actually recently he's managed to get a hold of a few ounces of pot from Cait. Maybe he could get that back up and running. Jor wasn't exactly known for that drug of choice, he was more of a heavy hitter anyway. "So? What strikes your fancy, Jet?"