08-16-2018, 01:14 PM
For once Xander's personal interest and his persona's interests aligned. Not perfectly, but at least This cafe - the Bottom of the Cup - was worth while. He could see what this broad had to offer. Alexis could see what the shop had to offer. And if it made money it it might be a good investment for both Xander and Alexs' pockets. At the very least the woman's so called readings might draw in a few customers worth while even if the joint was profitable.
Xander wasn't above the prospect of offering his talents for more money in the long run. But Alexis, he wasn't a fortune teller. Tobias Johnsen was however. Tobias was a drifter, doing whatever he needed to to get by. A slow smile spread across Xander's lips. He turned away from the crowd that was dispersing and made his way home.
Home was a simple apartment on the edge of the so called Enlightened District, which was just a street really of a lot of old book stores and churches. Historically speaking it was unique, and even more so since the snakes house burnt down to the ground. Where better to live than where the snakes were no longer? Xander had picked the apartment shortly after the Baccarat Mansion burnt down. Which was to say a matter of weeks - maybe a month he'd been there, most of his things were unpacked, but the boxes themselves were still stacked lazily in the corner.
Tobias was a jeans and t-shirt sort of guy. More comfortable. Where Alexis was clean cut, his hair brushed back and style, Tobias's ink black hair was tousled like he'd just gotten out of bed. He wore a dash of eye liner to make his eyes seem more sad and emo, but his attire was not gothic in any sense of the words. More like he was a rockstar, torn jeans and a faded heavy metal t-shirt that was actually one of Xander's favorite bands. But no one knew that.
Xander stared in the mirror and spoke in a heavy Dutch accented English. "Tobias Johnsen." Xander pulled on the leather jacket that completed the look and he headed back out the door. He had a Voodoo priestess to see and her shop to dissect for marks.
[[ Xander will join you in a bit ]]
Xander wasn't above the prospect of offering his talents for more money in the long run. But Alexis, he wasn't a fortune teller. Tobias Johnsen was however. Tobias was a drifter, doing whatever he needed to to get by. A slow smile spread across Xander's lips. He turned away from the crowd that was dispersing and made his way home.
Home was a simple apartment on the edge of the so called Enlightened District, which was just a street really of a lot of old book stores and churches. Historically speaking it was unique, and even more so since the snakes house burnt down to the ground. Where better to live than where the snakes were no longer? Xander had picked the apartment shortly after the Baccarat Mansion burnt down. Which was to say a matter of weeks - maybe a month he'd been there, most of his things were unpacked, but the boxes themselves were still stacked lazily in the corner.
Tobias was a jeans and t-shirt sort of guy. More comfortable. Where Alexis was clean cut, his hair brushed back and style, Tobias's ink black hair was tousled like he'd just gotten out of bed. He wore a dash of eye liner to make his eyes seem more sad and emo, but his attire was not gothic in any sense of the words. More like he was a rockstar, torn jeans and a faded heavy metal t-shirt that was actually one of Xander's favorite bands. But no one knew that.
Xander stared in the mirror and spoke in a heavy Dutch accented English. "Tobias Johnsen." Xander pulled on the leather jacket that completed the look and he headed back out the door. He had a Voodoo priestess to see and her shop to dissect for marks.
[[ Xander will join you in a bit ]]