The Black Hound Tavern (Open)

[daintyone]

Tig was happy to leave the man wanting more, not just for the sake of teasing him.

Unfortunately the feline was not lingering as she usually did thus his little comment went unheard. In fact it would be at lest another thirty minutes or so before the temptress reappeared in the room closer to the door than to Kelly. She was an image to behold in a very long and very pink gown. It didn't seem to fit her personality at all but that didn't stop her from looking good in it. She smiled brightly and walked back over to the werewolf, sitting down next to him.

She smelled of roses and martinis. A jeweled necklace hugged her throat, very expensive and very much not hers. "I'm glad I got you up," Tig joked, oblivious to his previous statement. "Sorry I had to go take care of some business." She gestured down at herself in a half-assed explanation for her leaving.

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Kelly Callahan

"You stole a dress?" Kelly asked as he looked at Tig and the vast change a change of pace when it came to fashion did. The dress wasn't exactly what he imagined her wearing, still he didn't mind his assumptions were wrong. Oh no the woman looked lovely in it. "Didn't kill anyone for it did ya?" The wolf leaned back on the chair his butt was laying on to look for any blood stains her back could have. A quick peek of her shapely rear and the man sat back upright.

Callahan then finally got the idea when he stared at the woman and moved his brown eyes down to her new accessory. "Ah." Now the puzzle was coming together. The smell she carried was the final piece he added. "Cat burglar are you?" The wolf teased. "I'd expect a catsuit from you." Just to fit with the whole theme of a dark, mysterious feline. "You expect anything from me?" She must of had her own idea of his garb and occupation.

[daintyone]

Clothing was easily paid for and did not last as long as diamonds and pearls.

She let him eye her, smirking a bit as he leaned back and then returned. "I don't kill for such trivial things." She told him, her cool voice taking a low tone. As far as a catsuit went, that little number remained in her closet waiting for a more opportune time. "It seemed impractical among all the bimbos I had to blend in with," Tig rolled her eyes showing it clearly was not her favorite job.

These days she had been reduced to little more than a simple jewel thief. It was simple enough work but she craved more, reminiscent of her past. Maybe that's why she enjoyed Callahan's company. Her glittering eye moved up and down over him as she toyed with her new favorite piece in a vast collection of jewels. "I'd say mercenary if I'd had to pick something. No one is just one thing Mr. Callahan." She reminded him. Especially in their line of seedy work, it was few and far between who stuck to one thing and one thing only.

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Kelly Callahan

Her statement of blending in with vapid sluts made the man look at the Tigress with an interested eye. "You don't seem the type." But her word and the evidence around her neck said otherwise. "Does that mean you're still acting right now?" The question brought forth a serious air into the werewolf. It wouldn't be far off from saying that Kelly felt the harshness of reality burst his puppy love. A good reminder that women were his poison and that the man himself was easily entrapped. "I'd like to think at our core we still have what makes us. Ethos you know." The roles would change over time but character, now that was something that Callahan wished was unmovable.

[daintyone]

She shook her head in response, looking at hims squarely and said with honesty, "No sir."

He brought something out in her that made her want to be honest with him. Like he could sniff out the lies with his wolf nose. "There are hundreds of deserving men that I can lie to or toy with to get what I want. I don't see you as one of them." She assured him with a flat tone, but that smirk never left. She almost blushed even.

"I'd like to agree," Tig told him. She wasn't so sure of what she had left anymore. Everything seemed to be calloused with years of loneliness and a broken heart with a shell of sarcasm and cigarette smoke on top of that. Not to mention her temper. Her tail swished a bit and she couldn't take her eyes off him as she continued to fiddle with the necklace. It was growing uncomfortable 'round her smooth neck.

"So what exactly do you do Mr. Callahan?" A gentle rasp in her voice.

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Kelly Callahan

Her response had been unexpected. A retort sure but not in the manner of which Tig articulated herself. He could even say that he saw her cheeks turn a shade redder for a brief moment. "So we're on the same page." Kelly of course didn't have to say that, somehow he felt his words were only reiterating what his body language had conveyed to the tigress. In hindsight one of the two could see that they weren't acting like adults, something about love if they would ever call it that, made them act like children. Sweet and humiliating at the same time.

With the change of topic at hand Kelly smiled and shrugged in response. "As of now? I'm taking up a room and holding a position I don't really want." Honestly security wasn't what he wanted to do for his friend. If he failed and he was honest to himself to know such a possibly could happen, he wouldn't keep himself from beating himself up. "Don't tell anyone but Park gave me a job so I could crash in this place." The wolf grinned at Tig. "But now that you mentioned it I might give something more mundane a try. Thought about becoming a law dog." Not exactly what the woman might of thought of for his answer.

[daintyone]

Of course they were. They had established early on to be upfront with each other as if there had been some incident of dishonestly to provoke it.

"As long as you don't tell anyone I'm staying here because of a hunter," the beauty retorted, shrugging as she found her jest a fair trade. His last statement had her taught forehead creasing in a frown and then the lift of her right brow. "Oh really?" She asked in a way that meant 'do tell'. It was an interesting idea and she could not help but look over his broad shoulders and imagine him flashing a badge.

[Lady Lotus Doll]

"When all your wishes are granted,
many of your dreams will be destroyed."

”You think I pretty?”
The mannequin’s hand fell from her stitched thigh, as jaded eyes floated back to the man whom was speaking. Of course there were millions of other things that she could have spoken, on his weaponry, the room, or in the very least answering the young man’s questions; but, she had chosen this.
That ghastly smile of hers stretched out to the full length of her mouth, pulling at the threads that seemed to contain the little girl’s excitement. Weather it was excitement from being called pretty, or the thought of the many guns that were in this region alone, was unsure. But in only a hesitated second, the tiny red-head was up, ready to explore and whimper, at a gun collection that could possibly, just possibly, put hers to shame.
Mona Lisa eye’s, following the handsome stranger, barley grew at the sight of a gun being pulled out from behind his headboard. In fact, along with the frozen glance, the Russian almost laughed. Of course! Who didn’t keep their weapons right where you would need them? It only made it easy for lady’s like herself, for now, she realized that they really might have something in common. After all, Murphy’s law did predict that when you would have to defend yourself, chances are, it would be when one was in the middle of getting down and dirty. Why else would you have a gun there?
”A bit here, and there.” Doll responded, standing up from the couch where she was very conferrable. Oh Mr. Park, she thought, her full five foot two frame standing below him, eyes locked, and brows raised. This was not Doll’s first rodeo. Thievery? Of course. That’s is after all what you call agents who steal information, in return for little favors to push forward a call girl career. White collar crime? There was nothing blue collar about the training the KGB required and the patience it took to come out as on top as she did. Wetwork? Who was this man kidding. What Russian citizen did not participate? Well, the ones who never got caught anyway. She wouldn’t reveal, but he could also add working as an escort, pretending to being something she wasn’t for information’s sake, gun and drug running, and making secret deals with the devil himself.
But hey, all in a day’s work.
”Mr. Park,” The pale lady purred, ”I give information. You do same.” Her dark tinted eyes slanted ”You not show me, because you think I appreciate. So why do you?”
Through the broken English, Doll was questioning his motives for bringing her upstairs. Normal men, wouldn’t have revealed such a part of their personalities without a reason behind it.

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Wearing: Oh La' La' Location: In Mr. Park’s room Status: On Edge Feeling: Intriuged OCC

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S e u n g - Y u n || P a r k
Co-owner of the Black Hound
The storm tiger

"Quite the diverse resume you must have then." The man told the redhead, her previous statement having been ignored. The look he gave her when she asked if he thought she was pretty was the universal sign of 'no duh' Aside from that he wouldn't stroke her ego any further. As he moved about the man stood in place keeping a mindful eye on her movements. What was happening was akin to a man locking himself into a lion cage. Except the Russian was no lioness and Park was no lion tamer.

A hand was raised by the Korean. A swift slicing motion later he spoke. "You should cut the act." They both knew she could speak Russian better. "We can both communicate in English proficiently no?" She needed to if she was who the Asian thought she was. "As for why I asked you here." His hands motioned at the room they were in. "They're sound proof." Perfect for whatever diabolical plans he had in store for the Slavic marionette. "I wouldn't want anyone else hearing the answer to my following question." And this was an important reason. "Who do you work for?" Seung-Yun's gut was telling him the curvy woman was a spook. And there was nothing worse than a foreign spy bringing her baggage into one's little shop by accident.

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Kelly Callahan

"I don't think I'd tell anyone about you being here." The man paused and smiled. "I'd want the tigress all for myself." Kelly said with schoolboy charm before his demeanor changed to match that of Tig. "I had the files of my youth expunged when I enlisted in the army which means I could work in the security business here." And that was a good thing for an ex. mercenary.

"Add in that I've heard the Old Town Overwatch is looking for auxiliary police to beef of it's numbers and I think that my expertise would be a good match." He explained. By now the curvy woman must of been wondering why the hell he wanted to be a cop, which in turn made the wolf chuckle. "You have to be a native to understand why I'd want to go into the LEO field."

[Lady Lotus Doll]

"When all your wishes are granted,
many of your dreams will be destroyed."

Hands found their way to her hip, as the pretty emerald eyes glared up at her new Asian friend. It was clear this conversation had taken a turn for the worst, the little beauty suddenly being cornered as if she was the bad guy. Well, this was clearly not what the ex-agent thought it was going to be, and an exulting sigh fell from plump lips as she was caught off guard with the hand being swatted near her face. That. Was. Disappointing.
But the pale darling’s eyebrows furrowed, suddenly angry that she was in this situation. As her curvy chest quickened in her breath movements, she felt herself turn away from Mr. Park, and head back over to the couch. This conversation needn’t take place, and Doll would not give him the gratification of staring down her shirt as they spoke. That is, of course, if she could calm down enough to speak.
”I have no act.” Truth. Doll had yet in this meeting to pretend to be someone that she wasn’t. An ex KGB assassin, call girl, thief, whatever they needed, she was. This bar needed a bartender, that’s what she was. The act comment confused her, for she spoke the way she always had.
”I work for no one. Not anymore.” The Russian almost spit, a mix of anger for falling for this trick. Had she been out of the game that long? She needed a touch up. ”I did, KGB trained. I left long time ago. I mean no harm, to anyone.” Another truth. Doll came to the bar, by accident, and had no intention of hurting anyone else.
”Mr. Park, I assure you, I do not lie. Not when there is nothing in it for me.”
Doll let her eyes travel the room, her right hand resting behind her back. Legs crossed in a simple fashion, she almost forgot to speak.
”Why do you want to know all this? Who is after you Mr. Park?” Her anger was flushing down, a cursed trait of the Moscow Women. People were still people, and unfortunately she would care about those she tended after at the bar.

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Wearing: Oh La' La' Location: In Mr. Park’s room Status: On Edge Feeling: Angry OCC

[daintyone]

"A bit greedy don't you think?" She purred to him and twirled a finger in her curled hair.

Though hearing his goals lifted her heart a little it saddened her. It didn't seem right for her to be hanging 'round with a cop, no matter the relationship. Not like I go out much anyway. She thought, trying not to roll her eyes at herself. At his last sentence she chuckled softly, purring as she had before.

"Well I'm not a local.. I'm assuming it has to do with your canine attributes?" She threw it out there as the most obvious thing she could think of. She sighed a bit, the buzz she had earlier was fading, leaving her feeling a bit empty. Hungry? The feline pushed the thought away, that could come later.

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S e u n g - Y u n || P a r k
Co-owner of the Black Hound
The storm tiger

The doll was mad and that was unexpected. Park had touched a nerve and now found himself moving his hand down to his own hip, where the holstered pistol was snugly kept. As Doll spoke the Asian intently listening, face as always showing little to not emotion but with the bonus of having nods to convey understanding. Ex-KGB was it? That was a rarity for anyone to ever meet. The Soviets weren't exactly the type to let you go. Still this revelation made the man feel his actions were justified. The names could change and regimes would rise and fall but their intelligence communities would always stay the same.

"Who is after you Mr. Park?"

His answer was visible with the scowl on his face. "Americans." There was no shame in admitting the truth or no real hazard for Seung-Yun to reveal it. Anyone who wanted to know already did or could find it for the right price. "Or at least I would think of them gunning for me." He shrugged. "Maybe I'm not as important as I think of myself for them to want me." Still the chance was a real fear to the Korean.

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Kelly Callahan

Close but no cigar. For consolation the wolf would tell the vampire that wasn't a bad idea. Humiliating sure but using his nose to sniff out things for a job wouldn't be too bad. ]"Most of the law enforcement here is private." And that meant..."You get what you pay for and to be honest the Old Town Overwatch is known to be into several businesses." Or corruption as most of the world knew it. Kelly liked the sound of that and he was sure the woman did too. ]"Plus I'd think you'd like having an insider." Connection were never bad after all.

Yet before their conversation into his future career could continue Kelly noticed the woman's sigh. ]"Would you like something to eat. A quick bite perhaps?" Ah puns. "I know of a place..." The banter could be long or quick, but one way or another Kelly gave a good enough reason to Tig for her to follow him out for a meal. She could have her sanguine and he could have his food.

((EDIT: Gonna go babysit for a while. : / I'll try to get on later))

[Lady Lotus Doll]

"When all your wishes are granted,
many of your dreams will be destroyed."

The rant that had unleashed the little beauty had her chubby once white cheeks glowing with a bright pink flush. Since leaving the embassy, a few unfortunate circumstances aham had the poor girl trying to hold hard to her belief that emotions only get in the way and failing miserably.
Doll stopped, the paleness returning to her face, as the gorgeous little lady calmed down. Jungle eyes turned and kept a grinding view of Mr. Park, as the mannequin stood from her seat on the couch and followed his steps.
”Now, Now, Now.” The Easterner spoke, her petite setting now in front of him. She had lost a lot of early practice from her days no longer serving her agency, but a keen eye was being kept on Mr. Park. After all, she did find him attractive, but more importantly, he was dangerous.
”You not need to worry.” Wide green eyes stayed settled on Mr. Park’s ice cold stare. Long fingers tip-toed her way to her new friend’s holster, as she rested her hand. ”I not hurt you. I promise.” Mr. Park did not have to believe her, and even the little Puppet knew that there was a possibility more real than life that he wouldn’t. After all, when you’re in the business of killing, it was hard to trust anyone, especially ex-agents.
But the marionette was truthful. Long eyelashes plead, revealing nothing but the innocence of which Doll really was, not who her business partners believed her to be.
”Why do they want to hurt you, Mr. Park?” Even the stringed toy knew that there wasn’t always an answer. Regardless of intentions, when you work for someone who disagrees with the world, it was a grave possibility that should things go wrong, you could be collateral. ”Here. Come sit.” Doll’s hand moved from the holster to Mr. Park’s hand.

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Wearing: Oh La' La' Location: In Mr. Park’s room Status: On Edge Feeling: Calmed down OCC