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 Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 6:52 pm
ArynChris Theiser sunk the eight-ball and tuned out the younger player's complaints, handing the poolstick off to the teen hacker. "Massage her ego?" She would have suggested a game between the two boys, but she didn't want A.C. wandering off just now.
She strolled over to Myke and Johnny. "Iron Myke!" she said with an excited, I'm-your-biggest-fan grin. "Can I have your autograph?"Behind her, A.C. narrowed her eyes and handed her pool stick to Jeff. Myke doesnt even bother to look, his gaze still locked on Johnny.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 7:15 pm
A.C. snuck out while Lanita was occupied.
Theiser's grin faltered, but she gave a tiny shrug and decided to wait. Her hero was just a little busy at the moment. She could wait for an autograph.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 12:53 pm
Syx walked into the rec center, her eyes traveling over the people gathered there. She recognized Myke rather fast, and scowled, knowing she'd have to have a talk with Lia later.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 7:26 pm
Eulalia Danae Syx walked into the rec center, her eyes traveling over the people gathered there. She recognized Myke rather fast, and scowled, knowing she'd have to have a talk with Lia later. Myke looks off to the side, spotting the Marshall again and instead of dealing with the nusance he had in his hands he instead tosses the guy aside with both hands like a ragdoll and rushes at the Marshall, not showing any signs that he was going to attack, but would rather take a moment to get into her face so to speak, standing toe to toe with her if he could, throwing out intimidation at Syx. But he had a good idea that she was tougher at heart than normal, she had to be, but it would still be fun, and quite the sight to see at the bar, the Well known Marshall of the ship Gilgamesh, standing toe to toe with Seven foot One, Ex Intergalactic champion, Iron Myke Spyder. Not to mention if she managed to take him down at such a close proximity, it would take a heck of alot of trouble off her platter.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 7:37 pm
Syx stood her ground, and tilted up her hat so she could look up at Myke. "What are you doing out of your cell?" Her hand rested on her gun, relaxed but easily accessible. "And give me a good reason why I shouldn't just shoot you right now and drag your bleeding carcass back down to the prison." Her gray eyes sharpened as she looked up at him, and despite the difference of height Syx held a confident stance.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 7:46 pm
Eulalia Danae Syx stood her ground, and tilted up her hat so she could look up at Myke. "What are you doing out of your cell?" Her hand rested on her gun, relaxed but easily accessible. "And give me a good reason why I shouldn't just shoot you right now and drag your bleeding carcass back down to the prison." Her gray eyes sharpened as she looked up at him, and despite the difference of height Syx held a confident stance. Myke looks around a bit, glancing to the mess of civilians and convicts that left their cells and then looks back to the marshall and just shrugs. Reaching a long arm over he begins to tap on the side of the door way while he looks down at the Marshall. If you understand this then likely my answer to you would be that you dont have enough rounds in that pee shooter of yours to stop me. A smirk coming over his face as he steps to the side of the marshall and holds his hand out to the bar, almost as if he was offering to get her a drink with him. She was a fan of his at one point anyway and he knew it. cool Which was another reason why he knew she wouldnt shot him....fatally that is.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 7:51 pm
Syx's gray eyes narrowed, she didn't understand the tapping, but she did understand the hand motion. " You can buy me a strawberry sunrise, but that doesn't mean you're getting off easy." She walked with him to the bar. "Don't think this doesn't mean you're not going back in your cell. You are still going back in your cell."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 8:02 pm
Myke taking his steps behind the Marshall mostly for her protection, he may like to make her work extra for that galactic government salary she gets but he respected her which meant he wasnt about to let some smaller and more ignorant convict try to get the jump on her from behind and he also knew that mostly everyone there was smart enough not to risk jumping him of all people. Taking a seat at the bar and kicking one back a bit for her as he sits at the counter. Knocking his knuckles against the countertop for the bartender.
"What'ya want Spyder" The barkeeper who he recognized from the cell away from him.
Myke would simply give a tilt of his head to the Marshall.
"Alright...What'ya want then Marshall? Hmm?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 8:10 pm
"Strawberry sunrise, and about half the people here back in their bunks." She mumbled the last half in a slightly grumpy voice. She took the seat offered to her by Myke and slipped off her hat, setting it beside her. Her golden brown curls came rushing out, bouncing like mad, and shining like liquid brown sugar. She usually liked to keep her hair covered, but she was stressed out and it was getting to her. She glanced at Myke. "All right, so I was a fan, but that doesn't matter now. It's part of my job to keep people protected on this ship, and you have to at least admit you could be a danger to the civilians. Am I really being that unreasonable here? I mean come on, it's not like you can really blend back into society."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 8:14 pm
Spritekin Si1ver Streak Spritekin Myke closes his eyes and sighs a moment before whipping around in the seat of his chair and with one fist reaching to grip hold of Johnny's collar and lift him high into the air far above the seven foot tall fighter's head and the other fist would poise back, ready to turn his face into mush but he stopped a moment and just glared. He didnt like the feeling of strangers approaching him in this sorta place so setting an example was to him a good idea. Looking up into Johnny's eyes he would give a sort of look that read all over it Give me one good reason why I shouldnt punch your head clean off your shoulders and into next year."If you use that," Johnny nodded at Myke's fist, "you won't get what I brought you - what you need." Myke narrows his eyes at Johnny, keeping his fist in place and the smaller man held up. But he was listening to him intently and just raised an eyebrow to show he was inquiring as to what this man had. "The name of the person who set you up. The one who arranged for the raid that landed you here."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 8:16 pm
Myke nods his head a bit in agreement with the Marshall as the barkeep comes back with a bottle of hard whiskey and the Marshalls strawberry sunrise. He could agree with Syx that he was a danger and that blending into society was hard. But he would shrug as he figured if he was to go back into society, he would have more benefits than trouble as he would probably be given more sports entertainment contracts than he would know what to do with...That and the fact that someone would really have to find a substantial reason to pardon his Death Row slot, but that wasnt gonna be his concern of the moment, but something did poke at his interest....He was right about the Marshall but he wondered just how right he was, and was curious as to what fight of his was her favorite. ((Make up something if you want or not, 'sup to you ^_^))
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 8:31 pm
Syx sipped her strawberry sunrise, her eyes closing for a moment as she enjoyed the drink. She always had a love for strawberries. It was something her mom always said was genetic. Syx held her eyes closed for another minute, even though it was technically a stupid action. It was akin to putting down her sword in the middle of a battlefield.
Her eyes shot open again as she imagined a voice in her head sounding similar to Tu, yelling at her for letting her guard down. "Listen, Myke, I've got a sister who is a pretty fancy lawyer, I can see what all I can do about your sentence, but this isn't going to end pretty if you don't come back to the prison in an easy fashion."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 8:36 pm
Myke glances around a bit a moment along the bar and then reaches over, finding what he was looking for and swipes an abandoned waiter's note book for taking orders and luckily it had a pen inside, seeing as morse code wasnt going to work for him here, he began to write with in the little note book.
Marshall, is putting me back in my cell a good choice for you? It seems you got a lot of work on your hands, more work than just dealing with the likes of me.
Myke takes and passes the notebook over to her as he grabs his bottle and spins the cap off, taking and drinking down the hard whiskey, downing half the bottle and smiling a bit, simple things bringing the best in life indeed.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 9:29 am
((The mashal is a descendent of Ruby! rofl ))
Theiser was more disappointed when Myke when to have a drink. She had the feeling that giving out autographs was lower on the prize fighter's todo list than jumping out an airlock... One way or another, this wasn't a good time or place to push it.
She sighed unhappily and turned back to the pool table... and started screaming profanities. "You @&&^% @%*&@^^$T@ @^%*$@#@%!!!! What the @&$TY! @*#^^@($%@!#% did you let that @$^$#$@!$#%^ sister of mine @^#$#^!#@! me for!!?!?!?!"
She stormed out into the hallway, slamming the door hard behind her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 11:34 am
(Yes, yes she is.)
((Spritey, I think you missed Streak's post a few posts back, dunno what all you can do with it though.))
Syx glanced back at the woman who was swearing and watched as she slammed out of the room. "It'd be nice if your fans were as mute as you, Myke. Though you probably should have signed her autograph."
She turned to the notebook and read over it before pushing it back to him. "I do have a lot of work on my hands, and I'm trying to chip away at it piece by piece." She closed her eyes for a second and sighed. "Listen, Myke, I'm willing to offer you a deal, if you're willing to take it. If you come back to your cell nightly, and were willing to act as something of a spy for me in the day, I'd be willing to let this drop." She took the last of her drink, and looked at the table. Her caramel curls slipped in front of her eyes, shading the pale gray to a darker shade. "If I hear of you hurting one civilian though, I will personally make sure that sentence of yours comes a lot faster than planned. Do you understand?"
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