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 Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 4:45 pm
::Felicia heads down the stairs wearing a Spiderman t-shirt, with her hair wrapped up in a towel::
Who knew that they had facilities and sleeping quarters up there? It's going to take half the night to dry my catsuit! Ugh, I had to wash it. It smelled like dead fish.
::She takes a seat on the bartop and starts painting her toenails::
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 8:42 pm
*Rex shifts in and looks around*
Huh... anybody around?
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 10:17 pm
*from the shadows*
Hello Rex.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:48 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:50 am
::walks in the front door and heads over to the bar::
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:53 am
*Blinks as he realizes where he is.*
Why am I here? What the Hell happened in the last . . . *Mask checks the date on his watchm then his voice turns cold. Er . . . colder.* Week. It can't have been good, and somehow, I think you're involved, Piper . . .
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:55 am
::pours a scotch on the rocks::
Maybe, maybe not.
::checks his reflection in the mirror, licks his finger and brushes back his sideburns::
Have a seat.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:00 am
*Mask eyed Piper for a moment. Finally, he sat down, and ordered a bourbon and Sprite.*
Neutral ground, right? evil
Well, that's what I hear, at least.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:03 am
::heads in::
Good morning, everyone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:04 am
Doesn' matter one way or another.
I hear ya got a new industry goin' on. Dippin' into th' premium market.
I'm currently representin' someone would like in.
::winks at his own reflection, turns to his drink to concentrate on it::
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:08 am
::goes silent when she realizes she might have walked in on something of "interest" to her. She casually takes a seat out of the way::
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:11 am
Ahh, the notorious and lovely Miss Hardy. And how are you today?
*He glanced back to Piper.* Premium market? Why, Hartley, old bean. I don't know WHAT you mean.
But I do know that the story of what you did in II has circulated around. If I were looking for a new associate, I think I would look for someone who put a bit more stock in "Honor among theives."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:13 am
Don't you worry about the poof. You want a bit'a proof? Here's a tip for ye-there's a trap underneath th' floorboards in here. Turns off with the flip o' a switch, even.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:15 am
::She nods to Sionis::
Not as well as you two, apparently. Sounds like you've got something cooking.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:18 am
I have quite a nice little industry, Miss Hardy. But I don't really think it's your style of work. A bit of sales of illicit substances.
Malevolent combustibles, of course. You know. Firearms. As well as a unique form of . . . "performance enhancers."
Very profitable. But some people think it's dirtier business than others found in the Nexus.
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