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Ban's the Man.
Who's your daddy?
Created on 2004-10-04 10:45:19 (#4731204), last updated 2004-12-22
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| Name: | Midou Ban |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 12-17 |
| Location: | Japan |
Midou Ban. 21 years old. Male, single, and not as broke as you think I am.
I have the Jagan and the Snake Bite. So FEAR ME!
Any more questions...?
Midou Ban. Man with the Evil Eye and the killer grip. The intelligent, the elusive, the indestructible... the bankrupt. Damn those car tow people.
He chewed irritably on the end of his unlit cigarette, the wheels in his head now churning up ways not to make more money, but how to stay far away from their agent as possible. He had nothing against her, really. He only had something against the way she smiled while issuing them yet another life-threatening case to handle.
One day, he affirmed, one day he would land a big one, retire young and live in his mansion by the sea.
And yet the present was the most annoying hurdle to cross. Especially since there was no escape from the piercing glare of the busty woman. Nonetheless he would have grabbed Ginji by the collar to make a run
for it even before he heard the first few lines. At least he would have done so - if not for the quick mention of money in the next preceding seconds. Almost immediately, his concentration was affixed
wholy onto the sound that the recorder emitted; his grin growing wider as each point of detail registered in his mind. The client had said the magic words, and to Midou Ban, anything was possible for money.
Easy money. After all, he hated to admit, beggars couldn't be choosers. He smiled confidently, and pushed his tinted glasses up his nose as he flashed his teeth.
"The Retrieval Specialists, Getbackers, hereby accept this mission!" He declared proudly, bringing his palm heavily down upon the bartop, causing a glitch in the music which played after the recording.
On other news...
This journal is purely fiction.
I have the Jagan and the Snake Bite. So FEAR ME!
Any more questions...?
Midou Ban. Man with the Evil Eye and the killer grip. The intelligent, the elusive, the indestructible... the bankrupt. Damn those car tow people.
He chewed irritably on the end of his unlit cigarette, the wheels in his head now churning up ways not to make more money, but how to stay far away from their agent as possible. He had nothing against her, really. He only had something against the way she smiled while issuing them yet another life-threatening case to handle.
One day, he affirmed, one day he would land a big one, retire young and live in his mansion by the sea.
And yet the present was the most annoying hurdle to cross. Especially since there was no escape from the piercing glare of the busty woman. Nonetheless he would have grabbed Ginji by the collar to make a run
for it even before he heard the first few lines. At least he would have done so - if not for the quick mention of money in the next preceding seconds. Almost immediately, his concentration was affixed
wholy onto the sound that the recorder emitted; his grin growing wider as each point of detail registered in his mind. The client had said the magic words, and to Midou Ban, anything was possible for money.
Easy money. After all, he hated to admit, beggars couldn't be choosers. He smiled confidently, and pushed his tinted glasses up his nose as he flashed his teeth.
"The Retrieval Specialists, Getbackers, hereby accept this mission!" He declared proudly, bringing his palm heavily down upon the bartop, causing a glitch in the music which played after the recording.
On other news...
This journal is purely fiction.
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