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 Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:50 am
That dumb-a** b*****d had no idea at all what was about to happen, or even what was happening when it happened. All he knew was something hit him in the part of his body that was holding him up, and his fall to the floor was stopped by some a*****e grabbing his shirt. "Hey!"
Izumi held her drink close to her body and stared wide eyed at the situation unfolding in front of her. This was not what she came to the club for. What was she supposed to do when people were about to fight? Scream? No, that was if someone was trying to fight her... pokemon battle? No, that was out of the question, no pokemon with her. "Uh- P-please don't..." She squeaked out, clearly uncomfortable with the way things were going.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 2:09 am
Jerome had his hand in a fist and everything, about to finish his momentum forward, he even had a spot on the man's face picked out, right there, break his nose, he'll remember THAT in the morning.
But the voice, speaking small plead caused Jerome to pause right where he was, jerking his head around to look over at the other heavily tattooed human.
And there he stood, easily holding the weight of the drunken idiot in his fist.
Black eyes surveying the women he had danced with though the thick mattes of hair.
"... Hn"
His hand opened, and reached down to the man's pocket, shuffling around and grabbing out his wallet instead.
He then let the man drop the rest of the way to the floor, yanking out a twenty from the wallet and dropping it back onto the drunkard's chest.
This bill was slapped onto the counter again, and from the look on the bartender's face, Jerome knew that this little spat was going to cut the time he had in the club... so be it.
"Get the girl another drink" he grumbled, Taking up his own drink again.
"So ya like down there do ya? Been there long?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 2:21 am
The man was clearly too shocked and drunk to do anything other than stare as his wallet was taken, relieved of twenty dollars, and dropped back onto his person. He was about to protest when the tequila he'd had earlier started to make itself known again. It had a few things it wanted to talk about with him, namely about how he was about to spend the rest of the night with his head in a toilet. "Ghuh..." Was the last word the drunkard had before getting up and stumbling away.
"N-no, I just moved here..." She watched the man who's nose she'd just saved push his way through the crowd and away from them, relieved that a fight had been avoided. "I-um" The bar tender handed her another drink which she accepted and then turned back to her dance partner, "Thank you."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 2:38 am
His head was kept turned toward the wall of bottled behind the counter, though his eyes, like her's, were shifted to watch the man hurry off to the bathroom.
"Just moved here huh? why'd ya move to a place like this?" he asked, looking back over at her.
When she thanked him, he just gave a slight half grin, lifting his glass to finish off what he had left in his drink.
"Sure thing, Ink." he replied,
realizing in that moment he didn't know her name, but Ink is what he associated her with, that worked for now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 2:57 am
"It's a big city with plenty of buildings to rent out." Izumi paused to take a drink, since the man had gone through the trouble of replacing her spilled one. She didn't even seem to notice that he'd just called her Ink. It occurred to her that she should elaborate, "I own a shop." There were other reasons that she'd moved to Kodo, but that was the biggest one. She had wanted to start her own shop, and renting a building in the slums of Camphoreon had been the most affordable way she'd found.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:17 am
"What kinda shop would that be?" He asked, setting down his empty glass and turning to face her, arms folded over his chest now. large, roughed looking hands closing around his biceps.
When he thought shop, he thought cars, but in association with a girl like that, maybe a different kind of shop... heck for all he knew she was a tattoo artist. that made sense.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:31 am
"Oh! A machine shop!" Izumi's silver eyes lit up when she said the word 'machine'. She was such a petite thing, it would be hard to imagine her going at anything with a wrench and a tool belt, but that was what she did almost every hour of every day--It was the second thing she enjoyed doing out of three.
"What- um- What do you do?" That was a question people asked each other when making small talk someplace. She could mark off 'socialize' on her to do list for the month, because she'd just had a conversation last long enough for her to actually ask someone a question. And her parents had worried about her moving to Kodo--Ha.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:40 am
For a moment, Jerome just stood there and stared at the women, his usually calm and carefree expression's wearing something that looked as if he wasn't sure he had heard her right.
"Did ya just say machine shop?" he asked again, making sure he heard correctly, it was a little loud in here after all.
He could have sworn he heard her say machine shop though, and in reply he gave a chuckle "I'd like to see that." skinny little timid girl like her, he really would have to see it, that was... pretty hardcore.
"Me?" he asked, when the subject turned to him, and here he gave some consideration as to what he was going to answer.
"I'm in the business of stayin' alive." he gave another half grin, and glanced around the room again. "An somethin' tells me, that buisness ain't ganna be doin' to well soon."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:52 am
"Yes!" The girl replied excitedly. "Oh, and vehicles. Cars, mostly-" She paused to take a drink, stopping before she got carried away--she had a tendency to do that when topics shifted to machines, and it didn't help that she'd just about finished off one and a half drinks.
Staying alive? That was an odd business... They say 'do what you love', though, and maybe the dancing skeleton man really loved staying alive. "What do you mean?" Her head tilted slightly to the side and she gave him a puzzled look.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:37 pm
The corner of his mouth tightened back in a half grin when she spoke in a much more animated way at the mention of cars.
"yeah, this I'll definitely have to see."
He had to wonder about the security for a place like that in the aria it was in. Though one usually relied on pokemon to keep things safe.
At the question on his job, he continued to wear that half grin, though his reply, being a simple one shoulder shrug, didn't exactly answer any questions for her.
Instead he looked back out over the club, eyes shifting to the entrance regularly.
"Gatta question for ya, Ink."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 7:23 pm
Little did Jerome know, if Izumi was relying on pokemon for security, she'd be as helpless as a turtle on its back. But, she had to have some way of keeping herself and her shop safe.
"Huh?" Izumi put her now empty drink down on the counter. "What question?" She didn't notice his gaze shifting back and forth to the entrance, and even if she did, wouldn't have thought anything unusual about it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 7:27 pm
He turned again, to face the bar, laying his large hands onto it's surface, leaning forward a little as he turned his face toward the young women.
His deep voice lowered, rumbling softly as he asked her his question.
"If you knew you were about to die, what would ya do in yer last moments?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 7:48 pm
Izumi went a bit pale, though it was hard to tell in the dark light, at the skeleton-man's question. How-Why would anyone ask her that? How was she supposed to answer that? What- "Umm..." Izumi looked around uncomfortably, "Finish working on my latest drone...?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:13 pm
A deep chuckle rose from his chest at her answer.
"Yer pretty interesting, Ink." He told her, before he was suddenly up on the bar counter. having moved with such easy that it looked like he had simply stepped up instead of jumped.
This got him a few stares, but he payed no mind as he crouched down by the young women.
"Hey, thanks for the dance."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:37 pm
"Oh- Thank you?" Izumi really wasn't sure what was going on- and then he was on the counter- what was he doing? "Um- oh- Are you- why?" Was there ever a situation in which getting up on the counter at a club was appropriate? Other than if you were a very intoxicated woman? "...You're welcome?" She smiled awkwardly, not sure how to respond to being thanked for dancing... normally if a man danced with her and bought her a drink, the evening ended with him asking her if she wanted to go home, not thanking her for dancing with him.
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