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Fraser was sitting in his favorite Cafe on Rumper Street. He had a cup of tea in his right hand and had a sip in between his thoughts. The drinks here aren't anything special, it's the people here he is grown fond of since he's gone here since he was little. He blankly stared at the empty seat in front of him and he muted out the murmurs and chatters from around him and outside.
Fraser had recently been doing some jobs to make sure that he had food on the table and a roof over his head since the insurance money was running low. He had been doing some low-key assassinations for people that won't be missed, it paid good and it was something he was actually good at. He also was enjoying it a little bit since he was killing people who deserved it. However, he stopped because he got this one job to kill this bloke who was apparently the same age as him. Dominic Ikoma, it's a pretty memorable name. Fraser didn't take any notice at first without reading the full info about the target. When it came to the big moment, Fraser was shocked to see he was one of those mutants that seem to be appearing recently. To him, he didn't seem like an evil character with crooked morals. He just seemed scared. Fraser related to that to an extent.
This little monolog in his head got interrupted when an old lady approached him. "Fraser?! Is that you?" The old lady asked. Fraser jumped slightly as he seemed to have been slapped out of his thoughts. "Um...hey, Bonnie. It's me," Fraser said chuckling and standing. Bonnie didn't hesitate to hug him as he stood. "It's been so long! How have you been?" She asked intriguingly, sitting opposite him. Bonnie is the owner of the cafe, and was a good friend to Fraser's family. The tragic event hurt her almost as much as it did Fraser, she helped him out and treated him like a son until he could get his own place.
"I've been busy with work. I've recently got a new job, but I'm not sure if it's for me. I'm good at it, but I'm not sure if it's for me," Fraser explained, trying not to slip out the title of the job. Bonnie held Fraser's hands in a reassuring way. "Do you believe you can make a difference?" She asked. Fraser paused for a moment as he thought of an answer. "Possibly," He said hesitantly. "Then I think you should stick with it. If you still get these thoughts and doubts. Stop once you've got enough money." Bonnie suggested. "Okay, I will thank you," Fraser replied. Bonnie smiled and continued working. Fraser then resumed his thoughts as he stared at the empty seat in front of him.
When you post your bio, just jump right in.
Fraser was sitting in his favorite Cafe on Rumper Street. He had a cup of tea in his right hand and had a sip in between his thoughts. The drinks here aren't anything special, it's the people here he is grown fond of since he's gone here since he was little. He blankly stared at the empty seat in front of him and he muted out the murmurs and chatters from around him and outside.
Fraser had recently been doing some jobs to make sure that he had food on the table and a roof over his head since the insurance money was running low. He had been doing some low-key assassinations for people that won't be missed, it paid good and it was something he was actually good at. He also was enjoying it a little bit since he was killing people who deserved it. However, he stopped because he got this one job to kill this bloke who was apparently the same age as him. Dominic Ikoma, it's a pretty memorable name. Fraser didn't take any notice at first without reading the full info about the target. When it came to the big moment, Fraser was shocked to see he was one of those mutants that seem to be appearing recently. To him, he didn't seem like an evil character with crooked morals. He just seemed scared. Fraser related to that to an extent.
This little monolog in his head got interrupted when an old lady approached him. "Fraser?! Is that you?" The old lady asked. Fraser jumped slightly as he seemed to have been slapped out of his thoughts. "Um...hey, Bonnie. It's me," Fraser said chuckling and standing. Bonnie didn't hesitate to hug him as he stood. "It's been so long! How have you been?" She asked intriguingly, sitting opposite him. Bonnie is the owner of the cafe, and was a good friend to Fraser's family. The tragic event hurt her almost as much as it did Fraser, she helped him out and treated him like a son until he could get his own place.
"I've been busy with work. I've recently got a new job, but I'm not sure if it's for me. I'm good at it, but I'm not sure if it's for me," Fraser explained, trying not to slip out the title of the job. Bonnie held Fraser's hands in a reassuring way. "Do you believe you can make a difference?" She asked. Fraser paused for a moment as he thought of an answer. "Possibly," He said hesitantly. "Then I think you should stick with it. If you still get these thoughts and doubts. Stop once you've got enough money." Bonnie suggested. "Okay, I will thank you," Fraser replied. Bonnie smiled and continued working. Fraser then resumed his thoughts as he stared at the empty seat in front of him.