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 Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 12:43 am
Daedalus sat contentedly upon the bar, his crimson hand running over his satisfactorily filled belly. His dark eyes turned to the Sidhe that sat silently upon the bar stool. An empty glass continued to make idle revolutions with her pale hand. He had never seen her so worked up over a hit before, and it was at this thought the sudden weight of the secret he had held since entering the building become to much. "He is here" he spoke rather tentively, "the target is somewhere within the bar - although I will not tell you where". As the words finished spilling past his lips, he compacted into himself - preparing for the blow that was sure to follow his revelation.
"What?" Saskia asked, her head impeeded by the alcohol she had drunk earlier. Brief moments later his words hit home. "What!" she seethed at him through gritted teeth, swiftly backhanding the bothersome rodent. Pushing forcefully away from the bar, her crimson eyes scanned the room. She knew nothing of the buildings layout, although several promising doors caught her attention. With determined steps she crossed the room, heading toward a door on the far side of the room (the private party room) wondering whether the target she sought was within. She had reasoned that the sooner she disposed of him, the sooner her mind would ease with the constant thoughts that questioned her decision.
((Where is the map?))
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 10:04 am
spookyx7 "Sure, I'm a Saint. The patron Sait of Denial." Jimmy chuckled to hismelf and then watched as a guy butted in with Morgan's drink. He felt something famaliar about him, but shrugged. He had met alot of people when he was in his prime. "Snubbed? He just doesn't know who he's talking to." Jimmy smiled at Morgan and winked. He was just a bit cheeky sometimes. He looked back at the man and wondered who he was. Morgan flashed "Saint" Jimmy an equally impish smile. She liked compliments...even when she suspected they veiled ulterior motives. "Thank you." kaliskanny Bently heard Morgan and laughed, "You'd be out of your league with him, girly." He moves to get some of the clutter on the bar removed. Bren scooted back closer to where Jimmy and Morgan were, humming a familiar tune from a stolen cd. He gets two bloody marys mixedup and takes them back to the two ladies. "Think so?" she responded in tones that suggested she did not agree, watching the Owner's Son move about the place, pouring drinks and socializing. Why did the simple fact that Bently told her she'd be out of her league make her immediately want to approach the Owner's Son? But no, perhaps tonight wasn't the time. It would be too obvious to Bently what she was doing; and Morgan preferred not to show her hand if she could help it. With an immense exercise in restraint, the Changling remained where she was. There, the Owner's Son was gone, headed upstairs with some girl who didn't look happy. She downed the last of her drink and set the empty glass on the bar. She was about to ask for her tab when a man she didn't recognize approached her and asked her and Jimmy to come upstairs. Morgan's eyebrows rose slightly. This must be some of Jimmy's business. "I think you must be mistaken," she said to the stranger. "We aren't together." She gestured with her finger between Jimmy and herself. ((Sorry...moved to a new apartment...didn't have internet for about a week. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 10:49 am
((Xpressionless, in the OOC: The City thread...it has a map of the city as well as the over all storyline.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 8:02 pm
Bently glanced up when Adam had come over, then watched him leave. He looked at Morgan, "Best go on as well, lass. Might be a real story to tell later. Make ye some interesting contacts. Can't hurt nuthin'."
He watched the woman who'd vacated the bar head to the private party room. Smirking slightly, he nodded towards a guy across the room. The man nodded and moved to watch the woman a bit better. He then looked back at Morgan, "Be better than down here if trouble starts."
Adam had been moving back to the stairs to take people up when they'd gathered. He too was watching the lady, but mostly because he'd seen her talking to the bowl of peanuts before moving. He shrugged and decided it wasn't his buisness at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 8:58 pm
((Will you be letting me know what Saskia finds in the rooms?))
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 9:16 pm
(yup...but give me time to reply...I'm gathering (literally) info to send Jynk the stuff so we can get characters on their certs...))
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 10:13 pm
Trouble?
The question was in her face, if not on her lips. It was the sort of thing you just didn't ask aloud - or ever get a direct answer to. She'd learned not to bother.
Morgan blinked once or twice at the bartender's words. She had just known this was some mess Jimmy was mixed up in - probably petty gang stuff. He seemed like that kind of guy. But Bently seemed to think otherwise...
She glanced down at her watch. Geesh. Tomorrow morning was going to be one hell of a way to start her day. "Well, I guess that's just the sort of opportunity I can't pass up," she said with a resigned shrug, and turned to Jimmy. "Shall we?" She knew, really, there was no way she could have gone to sleep tonight with the curiosity eating at her had she not gone.
She moved on down the bar and headed for the stairs without waiting for Jimmy to respond. She did a slight double-take as she passed a fellow Changeling. A Sidhe? Here?
"Snob," the reporter thought to herself balefully as she passed the other woman. But there was a competitive gleam in her eye as she hesitated at the bottom of the stairs to survey the club one last time. Maybe the contact possibilities really were endless here...
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 10:28 pm
Adam smiled at Morgan when she came close, "Just a moment and I'll take everyone up when they've gathered."
Christian reluctantly came over, more to avoid his sire than anything. She hadn't been invited up. He looked back to see if Avery or the angry man were coming, he'd seen Adam talk to them.
The bigger man followed the sidhe enough to see what she was up to, but not to be noticed. He wasn't wanting trouble if it could be helped. ((<--random npc bouncer.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 11:05 pm
Saskia walked a short way in the off-shooting building. The room was dim, although she could make out the darkened outlines of the objects that lay within. At first glance she didn't see a human-like figure, although she suspected that the shape she was looking for was far different from most human silhouettes. She was unaware of the presence shadowing her as she remained stationary within the room, waiting for her eye to accustom to the sudden change in lighting.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 9:35 am
((there's nothing in the room except tables and chairs, a stage, and clothes covering things. as if it's being remodled...or hasn't been in use for months.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:33 pm
"I'm in no hurry," Morgan blandly lied. The curiosity was eating her up. She wanted to know what was going on, get this over with. Why on earth was she being called upstairs? It didn't make sense.
At least, not knowing others' presence had been requested as well. Sure, she'd been asked upstairs in clubs before; but usually business wasn't what was on the inviter's mind when that happened.
And it had to be some sort of business proposition, didn't it? What else could it be?
Morgan tapped her foot impatiently without realizing it. "I don't think we've met before?" she said at last, turning to look at the long-haired man beside her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 6:53 pm
Adam glancedat her, then back to the club to wait for those he'd requested. "Adam. That's all you need to know."
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 7:00 pm
An angered growl passed the sidhe's lips as she found the room void or her quary. Pivoting on her heels she turned from the room and heading back into the bar. She passed the man that he been keeping a watchful eye on her, although she paid him little attention and assumed that he was simply one of the bars other patrons. Her face was set in a grim expression as she crossed back to where Daedalus still seemed to be recovering from the sharp blow she had dealt him. Grabbing him roughly around the middle, she raised him to look her square in the eyes. "Where is he!" she hissed at him between gritted teeth.
Daedalus paled under the scrutinity of Saskia. "I cannot tell you" he squeaked back, surprising himself with is new found bravery. He held little doubt that more pain would follow, but he wouldn't relent to her demands so easily. He still held strong to the belief that this was a mission that she should decline despite the rather large sum they were being paid. In the long run, he hoped that perhaps she would be grateful that he had added some chase to what would otherwise be a simple kill.
((Can she get into the storeroom without going directly behind the bar? Or does she have to find some way to sneak in there? Is the basement near either the party room or store room?))
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 7:27 pm
((You will have to find the basement door.....and no, there is no other door to the store room....but there is another storeroom located near the bathrooms...for larger storage.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 9:14 pm
"Well at least I've got charming company while I wait," she said in a flash of temper, although a small, cynical smile still played across her lips. Too bad he didn't smoke...she wouldn't have been so restrained with her magic this time.
The Sidhe was back, and molesting an imp at the bar. That should be interesting. Wonder what all the people who couldn't see the imp were thinking? A small, genuine chuckle sounded in her throat. The angry moment had passed her by, and she was once again ready to be entertained.
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