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alarm call | todd allison and the petunia violet | modern au | cyril pays todd allison a visit. 1169 words.
"The glasses are unnecessary," Todd spits in a venomous tone.
"Style is a necessary part of life, Pumpkin," Cyril retorts, and for good measure he adjusts the faux-specs perched on his nose. His grin is wide and sharp, and it gives Todd the chills.
It's early afternoon, and the Rainbird opened a bit ago. Todd's shift doesn't begin for another ten minutes, but he came early, with the intention of having a relaxing day, because not everyone has to deal with a lack of sleep for two days in a row and then deal with having an attempt on their life, but apparently Todd Allison does, so that is why he feels the need to have a leisurely day, even if he does still need to walk into the Rainbird and play music he doesn't like on an instrument he doesn't like so he can entertain people he doesn't like at a cafe he doesn't like owned by a woman he doesn't like. It's all very unpleasant, so you'll have to forgive Todd Allison for wanting at least a few moments of pleasantries.
But when he walked in, instead he found danger sitting at the front table, with his laptop out on the desk and a glass of water next to him.
Todd doesn't think Cyril is his real name, but it's the only name he was given, so Cyril it is. Cyril is a very dangerous person, and Todd wants nothing to do with him, but as he understands it, if he moves, all Cyril has to do is press a button and Petunia Elkwood's personal information is Cyril's. He doesn't know how personal that information is, of course, it could just be her medical records, or it could be what her last online purchase was, or it could be her phone number and address and other personal infos, so Todd Allison, being the brave soul he is, is sitting next to Cyril in the Rainbird, looking even more sour than he usually does. It is, unfortunately, possible for such an expression to be made by the human face, but it isn't recommended for anyone at all to make such an unattractive face.
Cyril hits a few more keys, and Todd makes a face at the back of his black Sony VAIO laptop. Cyril blinks and shrugs, taking off his glasses and closing the laptop. "Relax. I wouldn't do anything illegal in a place this public. I'm not about to get caught."
Cyril, as Todd understands it, is a hacker. A hacker who, and this is just his personal assesment but he's confident in it, could probably both completely destroy his life and kill him at the same time. Now, Todd isn't too fond of his family, but dying and leaving them with a bunch of faux-debt feigned by a playboy hacker doesn't sound like the best way to go. In fact, it sounds down-right disrepectful, so he's going to avoid it to the best of his ability.
Cyril still has his glasses on, and that suit looks stupid, really stupid, but then again Todd always thought Vivenne Westwood was stupid punk shit so it's not really his business. That tie is stupid, too, he thinks as he eyes the purple and black number. Cyril follows his line of vision and smirks, leaning forward and placing his arms on the table. He leans over his laptop and then he says, in a low, breathy tone: "Admiring the uniform?"
Todd leans back, taking in a sharp breath and eyeing the other man increduously. Cyril chuckles and backs off, adjusting his sleeves. Todd thinks he's being a little too meticulous about his "uniform" but that's not important. Everything Cyril is too... something. That's the point. Cyril is just too... something. He'll figure it out later, what that something is.
"As I was saying," Cyril says as he tugs on his sleeves, and he's not looking at Todd as he speaks, as though he's already aware of what Todd is going to do and say. "It'd be very easy for me to get Lady Petunia's information, but I'll give you a chance. I'd like for you, Pumpkin, to invite her to come along with you to my humble home."
Todd's speechless -- he looks down at the laptop once again with a scowl and he wonders what sort of secrets are on there. Cyril seems dangerous enough to be able to act out the plot of some shitty movie Todd saw once; everyone re-starts their credit and starts from zero. Or maybe he could take down the entire American government with the push of a button. Really, the way he carries himself is so smug, he doesn't doubt it. He definiely would have, if it hadn't been for this bastard right here leading him to certain death.
Cyril "also" works as a travel agent and Todd passes by him all the time; when Todd seemed lost, Cyril helped him out with a map of the place and explained where his usual stop was. It didn't seem unusual for someone who worked in travel to know where you were supposed to go, so he followed Cyril's advice and got knocked out, and then placed near certain death. Less than ten hours later, he's looking at this bastard's face again, that smug grin etched onto his pale face like a crack in porcelain.
Cyril opens his mouth to speak again, pearly whites reminding Todd more of vampire fangs than human teeth. Instead of his deep voice, however, a number one hit begins to play. At first, this is odd, because, as far as Todd knows, there isn't a stereo in the Rainbird to produce the sound of a number one hit. But then Cyril makes a face and reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a slim smart phone. As he answers it, Whitney Houston's rendition of "I Will Always Love You" abruptly ends.
What ensues is a short conversation of little concern to Todd, it's mostly just Cyril saying "Of course" and "naturally" and "Mmm-hmmm." He's nodding and looking pleasant as a peach as he does it, but something about it unnerves Todd. It looks too vivid to be real.
Cyril hangs up his phone and stands, opening his laptop. "Fun as this was, I gotta run, dolly. Rest assured, however, if you don't show, I can and will find you. I'll email you the directions --" Cyril presses a button and Todd's phone goes off with an email alert-- "and I do hope you'll pick up the Lady on your way to visit my humble abode."
He presses another button, and the sprinklers outside go on. This is a problem because there is no grass outside, only cement and pedestrians passing by the cafe. Hana shrieks, Cyril chuckles and then he says, "I'll be seeing you."
He leaves, and Todd Allison feels a shiver down his spine as he realizes something rather dumbly.
He never gave Cyril his email address.
"The glasses are unnecessary," Todd spits in a venomous tone.
"Style is a necessary part of life, Pumpkin," Cyril retorts, and for good measure he adjusts the faux-specs perched on his nose. His grin is wide and sharp, and it gives Todd the chills.
It's early afternoon, and the Rainbird opened a bit ago. Todd's shift doesn't begin for another ten minutes, but he came early, with the intention of having a relaxing day, because not everyone has to deal with a lack of sleep for two days in a row and then deal with having an attempt on their life, but apparently Todd Allison does, so that is why he feels the need to have a leisurely day, even if he does still need to walk into the Rainbird and play music he doesn't like on an instrument he doesn't like so he can entertain people he doesn't like at a cafe he doesn't like owned by a woman he doesn't like. It's all very unpleasant, so you'll have to forgive Todd Allison for wanting at least a few moments of pleasantries.
But when he walked in, instead he found danger sitting at the front table, with his laptop out on the desk and a glass of water next to him.
Todd doesn't think Cyril is his real name, but it's the only name he was given, so Cyril it is. Cyril is a very dangerous person, and Todd wants nothing to do with him, but as he understands it, if he moves, all Cyril has to do is press a button and Petunia Elkwood's personal information is Cyril's. He doesn't know how personal that information is, of course, it could just be her medical records, or it could be what her last online purchase was, or it could be her phone number and address and other personal infos, so Todd Allison, being the brave soul he is, is sitting next to Cyril in the Rainbird, looking even more sour than he usually does. It is, unfortunately, possible for such an expression to be made by the human face, but it isn't recommended for anyone at all to make such an unattractive face.
Cyril hits a few more keys, and Todd makes a face at the back of his black Sony VAIO laptop. Cyril blinks and shrugs, taking off his glasses and closing the laptop. "Relax. I wouldn't do anything illegal in a place this public. I'm not about to get caught."
Cyril, as Todd understands it, is a hacker. A hacker who, and this is just his personal assesment but he's confident in it, could probably both completely destroy his life and kill him at the same time. Now, Todd isn't too fond of his family, but dying and leaving them with a bunch of faux-debt feigned by a playboy hacker doesn't sound like the best way to go. In fact, it sounds down-right disrepectful, so he's going to avoid it to the best of his ability.
Cyril still has his glasses on, and that suit looks stupid, really stupid, but then again Todd always thought Vivenne Westwood was stupid punk shit so it's not really his business. That tie is stupid, too, he thinks as he eyes the purple and black number. Cyril follows his line of vision and smirks, leaning forward and placing his arms on the table. He leans over his laptop and then he says, in a low, breathy tone: "Admiring the uniform?"
Todd leans back, taking in a sharp breath and eyeing the other man increduously. Cyril chuckles and backs off, adjusting his sleeves. Todd thinks he's being a little too meticulous about his "uniform" but that's not important. Everything Cyril is too... something. That's the point. Cyril is just too... something. He'll figure it out later, what that something is.
"As I was saying," Cyril says as he tugs on his sleeves, and he's not looking at Todd as he speaks, as though he's already aware of what Todd is going to do and say. "It'd be very easy for me to get Lady Petunia's information, but I'll give you a chance. I'd like for you, Pumpkin, to invite her to come along with you to my humble home."
Todd's speechless -- he looks down at the laptop once again with a scowl and he wonders what sort of secrets are on there. Cyril seems dangerous enough to be able to act out the plot of some shitty movie Todd saw once; everyone re-starts their credit and starts from zero. Or maybe he could take down the entire American government with the push of a button. Really, the way he carries himself is so smug, he doesn't doubt it. He definiely would have, if it hadn't been for this bastard right here leading him to certain death.
Cyril "also" works as a travel agent and Todd passes by him all the time; when Todd seemed lost, Cyril helped him out with a map of the place and explained where his usual stop was. It didn't seem unusual for someone who worked in travel to know where you were supposed to go, so he followed Cyril's advice and got knocked out, and then placed near certain death. Less than ten hours later, he's looking at this bastard's face again, that smug grin etched onto his pale face like a crack in porcelain.
Cyril opens his mouth to speak again, pearly whites reminding Todd more of vampire fangs than human teeth. Instead of his deep voice, however, a number one hit begins to play. At first, this is odd, because, as far as Todd knows, there isn't a stereo in the Rainbird to produce the sound of a number one hit. But then Cyril makes a face and reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a slim smart phone. As he answers it, Whitney Houston's rendition of "I Will Always Love You" abruptly ends.
What ensues is a short conversation of little concern to Todd, it's mostly just Cyril saying "Of course" and "naturally" and "Mmm-hmmm." He's nodding and looking pleasant as a peach as he does it, but something about it unnerves Todd. It looks too vivid to be real.
Cyril hangs up his phone and stands, opening his laptop. "Fun as this was, I gotta run, dolly. Rest assured, however, if you don't show, I can and will find you. I'll email you the directions --" Cyril presses a button and Todd's phone goes off with an email alert-- "and I do hope you'll pick up the Lady on your way to visit my humble abode."
He presses another button, and the sprinklers outside go on. This is a problem because there is no grass outside, only cement and pedestrians passing by the cafe. Hana shrieks, Cyril chuckles and then he says, "I'll be seeing you."
He leaves, and Todd Allison feels a shiver down his spine as he realizes something rather dumbly.
He never gave Cyril his email address.