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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 6:31 pm
Freakshow stands there dumbfounded. Neither King nor his associate Kujaku were fans of Justin Bieber. Lambasted and appalled at this discovery, that two men he considered himself at least somewhat comfortable doing business with would have such poor taste in music and judgement in talent, he remains in stunned silence. So does Laundre. Actually, no, Laundre breaths heavily and loudly from his mouth as he always does, making a small whimper as Kujaku enters the room from seemingly out of nowhere.
"...You know, this is actually exactly how I wanted for things to go down.." He says, his eyes darting back and forth between Kujaku and King. "In fact, if you had checked your fax machine this morning, Kujaku, you would have seen a memo of invitation for this very meeting. It's my practice, after all, never to leave ANY of my friends in the dark," He nods to himself, hoping that he wouldn't have to reconcile this statement with the absence of Brantley Summers and the FWU. "With the help of you, The Elegant Peacock, and you, Mr. Kelly King, I couldn't possibly feel any safer.."
Laundre blinks a few times, his eyes beginning to glisten at the lack of recognition given by his employer, "60/40? In my favor? And all I have to do is do you a lousy ol' favor? You, Kelly King, are a DIAMOND." Freak grabs the pen and signs on the dotted line before spitting in his own hand and offering it to the general manager to seal the deal.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 6:39 pm
King looked at Freakshow's hand, as a huge glob of his spit drooled off of the man's palm down onto his desk, staining the expensive wood with an afront to his very being. He stared a hole straight through Freakshow's soul.
"I'm not shaking that."
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 6:45 pm
"...Right. Well as always it's been an absolute PLEASURE."
Freak winks before turning on his heel and walking passed Laundre wiping off his hand on the mans shirt, gesturing towards Kujaku, "How about we go get a steak on me? We've some talking to do-" He stops in his tracks, looking down at the couch in the middle of the room. "...Did you?-" He looks back at King, then back at the couch. "Nevermind.."
Promptly Freak and his Nigerian companion exit the room.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 6:48 pm
"Mr... Peacock. If you will please," King gestured to the door. "I have some things to prepare for and I would prefer not to be interrupted any further."
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 1:42 pm
The st paul sensatiin was backstage when he bumped inti none orher than freakshow and his....talent. "...freak....I was wondering when I would bump into yiu again. Lucky me I still have this" he pulled out a piece of paper. "You remember the killman kontract right? You know, the paper I signed that made me smash salem over the head with a beer bottle? Rememebr that? Of course you do. You see.....you forgot to pay me"
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 5:04 pm
Freak stares at the man for a moment. He blinks twice, looks back at Laundre, then at the man in front of him. He had not forgotten to pay the man. Not at all. Forgotten would imply a lack of intention in his failure to make amends, the money he had neglected to pay Killman had crossed his mind several times in the last month, in fact, it had occurred to him mere hours ago as he was getting a getting at Latte at Starbucks. As he stirred the milky substance into his beverage he thought to himself, man, for the price of one of these I could have paid KIllman TWICE, good thing I'll never have to pay Killman..."Uh... Oh, yeah. I sent it this morning. Checks in the mail."
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 5:32 pm
Glancing at the owner, general manager flavor of the week. 'Let's hope I don't catch you in the ring then, I know for a fact that time "isn't" your ally, and how is one supposed to forget about you when you constantly remind them... You know what, don't finish that thought. Don't speak. You're nothing more than an oxygen thief.' he said very bluntly and sternly. Walking away from Kelly King, as a sign of defiance, or rather apathy.His retort and words would be lost to only him. Kujaku made his way over to Freakshow, as stage hands were seen moving his signature couch from out of the office, sweeping up feathers in doing so.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 5:56 pm
"Yeah yeah...sso you say." He nodded. "Now..... im not really in a business mood but...ssee...hhow about you watch what I do to my opponent tonight and realize that will be a .. light exercise compared to what ill do for my money....so you and your cognitively challenged friend there can watch and decide when to hand me cash or a cashiers check for my money in my hand or I might just go killman on some skulls with a tire iron....iin his case that might fix him" he gestured to laundre. "You will......be seeing me again....count.on it." He said before heading off to get ready for his 'match'
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 8:39 pm
"s**t.." Freak sighs once Killman is out of sight. He looks at Kujaku, his eyes trailing towards the couch being carried out of the office with a cocked eyebrow. Clasping his hands together he looks up at his client rubbing them together, doing the calculations in his head, thinking about all the things he could spend his money on rather than Killman. A lifetime supply of gummyworms. New leather for his cadillac. 600 strawberry cream bagels. "We got another problem.." He grumbles to the big man.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 10:43 pm
Looking at Freakshow, 'I wholeheartedly agree, we've got another problem, it involves snakes.. Or rather, people pretending to be ones. Can't stand snake gimmicks, unless their name is 'Jake' but that's another story..'
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 7:34 am
Anton overheard the conversation between Killman and Freaksow, as well as showing concern over an "issue." Anton adjusted his tie, and approached the man.
"Begging your pardon...Freakshow, is it?" he said in a friendly manner. "I couldn't help but hear that you have a problem. I...may be willing to help you with this...problem."
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 1:14 pm
"Huh? I didn't know Jamie Bad-"
Freak looks back over his shoulder at a sharply dressed individual in a suit and tie. Turning to Kujaku he murmurs, "They really need to give me an office..." The Marauder whirls around offering his hand the gentleman with a coy smile, "Why, yes, I do have quite a few problems.. Anton? Isn't it?.. Well, heck, if I had a nickel for every problem I had well.." He holds his fingers out, doing the math in his head before narrowing his eyes at his own numerical incompetence.. "..I'd have a lot of nickels. A lot of nickels that I'd be able to use to pay someone like yourself for any services you may be willing to provide.."
He looks back over his shoulder at Kujaku, "Hah.. Sure brought that one around didn't I.."
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 1:59 pm
Anton held up a hand, not intending to shake right away. Not that he did not want a deal, but because he knew what to offer.
"By no means, my good sir, will I require any payment for this service," he said, laying in the charm ever so slightly. "Rather...think of it...as an exchange. My associate is more than capable of handling your current problem. In exchange...I, along with my associate, will offer ourselves as your partner."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 7:05 pm
"Partners huh?"
The jew looks at the man rather suspiciously, before his demeanor lightens abruptly and obviously, "And no payment? How am I suppose to make you a partner without paying ya?-- I mean, we're Christians here aren't we?" He blinks at the man. "Maybe not. If it's partner you want it's a partner you got. I've got a lot of issues around here but as far as your concerned, Mr. Killman is public enemy #1. Make sense?"
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