Sporadic at best (Justin)

[Uriel]

It was deemed a simple conclusion, no hot trails, he was completely and utterly lost at this point and time. If Uriel wanted to catch a useful lead he'd need to resume himself, lie in wait so to speak and prepare a trap for the enemy ready to pounce at any second. As he progressed steadily through the downtown area, honestly not looking as bad as the news lines had depicted them, Uriel realized a quick few moments. Recalling back to the last fight he'd been in. He was severely lacking physically and surely Gabriel was already that of a physical stature so he supposed he'd take the time to at least "bulk up" a bit to prepare.

What else was there to do?

'Well you could try to be friendlier to people?'

'shut up.....'

So back to the story; Uriel paced his long strides across the boardwalk menially stopping here and there when an interest peeked in the corners of his eyes. It'd take moments out of this day certainly, otherwise he'd be his own worst enemy and chew out every spectacular thought in that head of his. Finally he'd come to a gym, the place wasn't anything special, then again he came from royalty and could practically buy top quality things whenever it was needed.

"So time to play commoner....."

*sigh*

[Justin~]

"Fine, Fine, Uncle." Justin said with great displeasure, why did he have to work...After countless weeks of being broke.., wait, wait, let me explain this. So, Justin comes from a wealthy family, right? Must've read that in the bio - and now you're wondering how a wealthy bastard like this guy over here could be without a coin on him. Justin's father, Mr. Castillo, decided to screw Justin over one day for spending over his budget and punished him by taking away his allowance and stopping cash coming from his families side. Apart from the secret gifts every now and then from his older brother, Adam, his income was extremely limited so in the end he gave in to his fathers demands and started working at his Uncle's gym. This way the young athlete could both train AND earn money, an ideal combination he liked. But with it came something he disliked, social interaction, Justin really didn't like meeting people without reason yet he did every now and then, like today.

"Welcome to the Castillo Gym," Justin said as he welcomed the new customer (Uriel). "Can I help you?" He said, forcing a plastic smile on his face. Money Talks. Heh.

[Uriel]

"Welcome to the Castillo Gym,"

Uriel didn't reply, didn't make eye contact, didn't show any obvious action revealing that the boy was trying to grasp his attention. Rather his gaze drifted looking at the dwelling of the place, pitying it with a sharp gaze, he was unamused and needed a game to play to distract his attention and he doubted this was the place.

"Can I help you?"

Dropping his gaze finally making first contact with the guardsmen of this place, or rather the businessman who hoped to achieve his funds.

"Lets say we play a game commoner...." His eyes focusing gently on the fellow with somewhat of sinister intent.

"Can you best me in a man's game, one of certain grace?" He lifted a brow daring the challenge.

He'd wait patiently awaiting the boy's reply without concern for it being positive or negative, either way his concern would still end to a bored degree. If the response however was negative he'd draw from his coat a wallet, the lining of which would be stacked with $1000 dollars all in hundreds. T'was pocket change so to speak.

With his bribe he'd dangle the money before himself in a bored manner coaxing a reply, "You look as though you could need it."

[Justin~]

Justin felt insulted by this prince-esque figure's behaviour, it was daring to say the least. He wasn't quickly angered however, it would take more than calling him a commoner and broke (which were true he supposed) to get him down. When he proposed a challenge however, he laughed what was this? Was this some sort of joke from his father's side? Funny, very Funny.

And then came the 10 Benjamin's, Justin raised his eyebrows in disgust - was this guy serious? Who did this piss ant think he was dangling money in his face like that?! He stayed calm again however and played along, as much as it hurted his pride he knew he needed the cash. Worrying about origin and effect didn't matter as long as he had money to spent, right? And if it was a challenge he wanted he could get it.

"Bring it on, Mr. Commoner." Justin said, with a smirk on his face, mocking the man in front of him. The 5'11 Dutchman crossed his arms, curious to what the challenge was this guy spoke of.

[Uriel]

Uriel grinned at the boy's rhetoric, it seemed as though he were offended replying with the prior insult calculating it over inside his own mind the boy most likely had trouble with witty comebacks perhaps speaking more about his intelligence than anything but of course there were many different arrays of intelligence, and Uriel was just self-absorbed enough to assume he was the smartest.

A quaint grin in return as he cocked a brow towards the boy, most inherently he'd expect the boy to lash out in an angry show of aggression but it'd seem however as though he was waiting as well, so the monkey was intellectual enough to keep his awareness up rather to react in foolish distresses. Curious, to be added to notes about figuring this one out.

"I figure its best we avoid an open brawl, much too messy and I'm sure your business won't profit from something of that nature, how about we take this elsewhere organize something of a duel between a chosen fighter from the crowds?"

The suggestion referred to Uriel's aversion to violence on his terms, they'd each pick a fighter and solve this by each of the fighters ducking it out, rather a game of mentally spotting out the best rather than beating notes into each other. This is where Ideologies came into play, to see if money rather than influence would charge a person's blood and make them fluid and devoted to a leader.

[Justin~]

"I figure its best we avoid an open brawl, much too messy and I'm sure your business won't profit from something of that nature, how about we take this elsewhere organize something of a duel between a chosen fighter from the crowds?" How about I do your mom. Wait. That wasn't what he said but that was sure as hell what he was thinking! Who was this prick anyway, thinking that letting people fight for him could substitute for an actual throwdown? Where's the rush in that? Were men just fighting cocks? Like in those B-Movie's where people bet on cock fights?

That was exactly what was happening here and Justin didn't feel like taking part in any of it. "I'm on the clock. If you're here to train I can help you if not, I'm afraid I might have to leave you to yourself." Justin said matter-of-factly and kind of harsh. He was too tired to deal with this shit right now, the man better make up his mind.

[Uriel]

Uriel cocked a brow, he'd been spoken to like that from a few people, and by that very few people but he'd generally run circles round them in their own language but this boy held no obvious sense of aggression it was just plain and simple no disrespect nor signs of incompetence on his part. Which by Uri's standards was a sign to respect his character at least to start off. However Uriel nitpicked which meant he was a woman by default. Stepping forward half expecting a negative result he glared at the boy sizing him from head to foot in a curious manner trying to gauge the boy readily. No doubt sturdy, a fearsome fighter when time came to it, but there was no obvious bulk suggesting that this boy was to the point of obsession or even crazed murderous extents.

"Ah I see.... Then how much to you charge for this.... Training?" IT was odd for him t say it, very unlike Uriel to even consider Training much less working out by any means. He felt foolish and a ruby filter rose in his cheeks regardless of suppression.