Shane’s left eyebrow arched upwards at Venus’ reply. He was somewhat intrigued and also afraid to ask her about why she had spoke about being basted in machine oil or licking her own toes. Were there really jobs like that? The silver haired mage wondered to himself, inwardly thanking his lucky stars that he had only been receiving normal jobs, albeit dangerous ones. But still normal.
He took note of what Venus had said, his vision zooming in on the cleaner as well and the oddities about him. Shane nodded, agreeing to what the girl had said. “We should do that. You’ll check that guy out and I will move in the other direction. Let’s check back here in an hour.”
The two separated, Venus’ attention on the suspicious cleaner while Shane prowled around the perimeter of the photography site. A fair bit of the people who saw him walking by flinch slightly when they saw the scar and the red eye, while some stared. Nevertheless, Shane had no problem with it beefing up his image, the easier it was for him to act as a deterrent to any rowdy behavior.
As he moved, Shane kept his ears pricked and his eyes were roving over everything he could find. And then he saw it. Beyond where the photographer and his assistants were discussing what their photoshoot would entail and everyone else distracted by the loud gossiping and giggling of the models, something was happening over by the buffet table that was plated with mostly snacks and drinks.
Someone was bent over the table, wearing a cap that was pulled down low to hide the face, sneaking glances to the left and right every so often. The person was swapping out the snacks, replacing them with identical ones, storing the original ones into another bag. Hands working quickly, the person moved from one plate to another in record time. Shane approached slowly and silently, until he finally stood in front of the person.
With a quick flick of his fingers at the cap’s bill, Shane flipped the cap off the person’s head, revealing a shower of red hair that dropped down to cover the person’s face. The person stood up straight and shrank back in shock, fear written clearly across her face, letting out a shriek of surprise. She dropped the two bags in her hand, a black one for the snacks she were bringing away and a transparent one for the replacements.
The shriek had pulled the attention of the crew to them, many of them spectating the situation. Shane bent down to pick up the two bags, looked into each of them and then put the black one on the table. He fished out one of the scones from the transparent bag and then pointed it at the redhead. She flinched when she saw the scar.“I saw you replacing each and every one of the snacks on the table,”
Shane said, loud enough for the others around to hear him. “Why?”“The snacks… The snacks… were already… stale! Yes, they were already stale!”
the girl stammered, as she tried to find an excuse. When she had finally stumbled upon one mid-sentence, the confidence boost allowed her a small bit of defiance as she spoke. “The snacks were already stale, so I’m replacing them with fresher ones.”
A look of triumph glinted in the girl’s eyes as she spoke even louder. Shane merely frowned and then extended his arm fully, the scone still between fingers. “Since the setting up of this area for the photography, it’s only been two hours. What a wonderful caterer you are to care so much about the freshness of the food,”
Shane said flatly. The girl, thinking that Shane had bought whatever she said, nodded vehemently. But her joy was cut short. “Eat this. If you say you are replacing it because it’s slightly stale, it should be alright to eat it. Here. Eat. It,”
Shane pressed, as he moved one step closer to the red-haired girl. The girl looked around to the left and right, apparently looking for help, hoping that someone would walk out to act the hero and stop the bullying. Unfortunately for her, none dared. Not even the man who was hiding behind one of the trees a few feet from behind the girl, obviously an accomplice. Shane had noticed him earlier. He had almost come out when Shane confronted the girl, but he ducked back when the girl spoke up for herself.“Eat the scone,”
Shane said again. The girl slowly held out her hands under Shane’s glowering gaze, reached out for the scone in his hand. When the scone was finally in front of her mouth, the girl looked at the scone, as if pleading with it. Shane merely continued watching. Shooting a look at Shane, and getting the same glowering gaze from him, the girl meekly looked back down at the scone and bit on it. Shane watched her, until she finished the whole thing. And then he waited.
First there, was merely some dry heaving. And then, within seconds, the girl’s body was trembling, turning into full on puking. Shane had expertly dodged out of the way of her vomit. The redhaired girl dropped to the knees, vomiting the contents of her stomach without restraint. The onlookers, who had originally thought Shane was a bully, stared with eyes wide. “Nature’s Fist use some really nasty stuff, huh?”
Shane said but his expression was on the man behind the trees. Turning back to the crew, he merely pointed at the girl. “Secure her.”
When Shane turned back to the man behind the tree, he found no more trace of him. He had completely abandoned his comrade. Shane took another quick sweep of the set and walked back to where he and Venus had split up earlier.
[Total WC: 3359 / 3000]