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 Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 11:51 am
"Vegas? Screechie, Roch is on the phone!" Monica said, peering into the back room with a phone in her hand. The sight of the two men in the room was a bit strange for her--not that she wasn't used to Vegas having dangerous looking buddies over--but that there were only two of them was what was weird.
Vegas leaned back, taking a drag off of his smoke and looking at the grue across the table. "Mind if I take this, Chank? It shouldn't take long."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:01 pm
"Go ahead," the grue said, leaning back in his chair and propping his boots on the table. A lazy grin flashed in the depths of the hood. "I'll just use the coupla minutes you're nattering to slip these aces I keep on hand outta my sleeve." Chank Esuph deVarr laid his cards face down on the table and picked his cigar up from the ashtray it rested in, taking a slow, meditative puff. The tip glowed red, reflecting briefly on a lined face before it went dark and a plume of smoke hissed out of the grue's hood.
"Go on, take care of whatever shady business you got dangling. I got a smoke and a drink to keep me company."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:05 pm
"You slip those aces out and I'll tell your grandsons about the time in Revolt," Vegas said conversationally as Monica came in, wearing only her tassel outfit for dancing, and handed him the phone. She gave Chank a little smile, one that turned into a look of joy.
"Oh!! You look like Roch's little friend, Nahm!!" she said happily. "He's such a sweet boil!"
"Monica, aren't you supposed to be working?" Vegas asked.
"YOU JACKIN' OLD GEEZER!" the bellow from the phone was so loud that Vegas winced.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:15 pm
"Dirty pool, old man. Dirty pool." Chank made no actual moves to swap cards; they both knew that if he'd been going to, he'd have been much subtler about it. It was part of the game by now. House rules. Cheating's legal if you don't get caught.
"Other way around, ghoulie. Kid looks like me, or I should hope, anyway; that's one of my delinquent grandkids." He eyed Monica appreciatively; she wasn't quite close enough for grab-a**, but my, she did look fine. "He and his brother been hangin' about in this part of town again?"
At the yell from the phone, he quieted, angling one ear towards the conversation; he didn't recognize the voice, but he'd bet money that was Vegas's grandson, judging by the tone of outraged disrespect. This promised to be interesting.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:19 pm
"You mean there's more of them?" Monica asked gleefully. "Oh, I want to meet them all! Roch has the most adorable friends, you know--"
"Tone it down and I might actually listen, kid," Vegas snarled at the phone.
"Grimm! That jackin' candlewaxer that you sent me to, he kidnapped me! I'm stuck in this jackin' room that don't let me summon s**t and they still haven't fixed the bed--"
"Fixed the bed? What's wrong with the bed?"
"I broke it so I could beat Kissass upside the head, but how the hell am I going to take a nap on a three legged bed?"
"Wait, start from the beginning," Vegas ordered.
"That's my Rochie!" Monica bragged. "You show them what for! Oh, would you like to see him? I've got a picture on my phone!" she offered Chank.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:25 pm
Chank snickered. "Two at Amityville. Adorable, huh." He dropped his feet back to the floor and leaned his elbows on the table, putting the cigar aside again and picking up his half-finished glass. Either Monica had an interesting idea of what was cute or she didn't know his descendants real well.
Though his eyes stayed on the barely-clothed ghoul, he was listening with interest to the conversation. Grimm? Kidnapping? Chank wouldn't put it past the old b*****d.
"Sure, show me," he told Monica. "I wanna see this kid who's interrupted my poker game."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:31 pm
"Okay!" Monica said, racing off and revealing yet more barely coveredness. Vegas sighed, taking a long drag off of his smoke.
"I went to the school and he tossed me into the nullifier room and stole my jackin' phone! So to get it back I cooperated while he was supposed to be dealin' with you--and I got my nose broke and all sorts of s**t--this school SUCKS, man. Course, my old school ain't that great either, but at least IT comes with pretty faces that don't belong to boils!"
"Stick to the story, kid, we figured you were straight a while back."
"So I found out where he was keepin' my phone, and I stole it back, only to get tossed in the jackin' nullifier room AGAIN, third time, man! This room BLOWS! So YOU deal with Grimm and get me the jack out of here before my idiot friends decide to storm the castle!"
"Hmmm, I haven't heard anything from Grimm," Vegas said.
"I brought the picture!" Monica said, dancing right back into the room with her gemstone decorated eyephone in her hand. "This is my Rochie!" she told Chank, going to his side to show him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 5:48 pm
Chank snickered at the conversation; he wasn't really bothering to pretend he wasn't listening. If it had been something that genuinely required privacy, he would already have wandered off to capitalize on Monica's apparent interest in grues; however, offspring were fair game for eavesdropping, particularly since his own idiot grandson was tangentially involved.
If the kids could learn a little subtlety, they might be able to make something of themselves.
Sounded like Grimm had pulled a fast one, Chank mused. Might be interesting. He'd be keeping an eye on the situation, if nothing else.
"Aw, ain't he sweet," Chank grinned at Monica. It was always cute when teenagers painted up to look all tough. "Looks just like his daddy." By way of being a punk kid, anyway. The hand that patted Monica's backside was almost an afterthought.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 5:54 pm
"Doesn't he JUST?" Monica said, not minding the hand at all. He reminded her of Vegas. "He's got so many friends and he is SO good with his hands!" she said innocently. "You should see him play that guitar of his!"
"Grimm's got you stuck in a room... and how am I supposed to do something about it?" Vegas asked.
"Give him WHAT HE WANTS!" Roch bellowed.
"But that's just it, kid! He hasn't told me what he wants! Hey, how about this, I'll call in a favor for you--"
"How can it be a favor when it's ALL your FAULT?"
"And you owe one to me and my good friend, Chank."
"..... Who?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:09 pm
Chank laughed, grinning up at Monica. "Hey Vegas, I like this one," he called over to the reaper. "You keepin her?"
At the proposition of a deal, though, his grin widened all the way out to his ears. This promised to be an excellent little diversion; and possibly a bit of an educational experience for his boys.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:12 pm
"Hands off the merchandise, old man," Vegas drawled with a hint of amusement. "Chank's the granddad of your cute lil pal, Nahm. I think the easiest way to get you out is--"
"Through the tunnels, I know," Roch said. "But... jack, why didn't I think of that?" he asked, sounding more cheerful. "Okay, one favor for one favor, nothin' bigger than what I'm gettin, got it?"
"Smart kid," Vegas complimented. "Chank, can you get one of your boils in there?" he asked the other male.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:18 pm
"Aw, all right," Chank chuckled, and took his hand back. "I can do you one better; I can get 'em both." He fished his phone out of his sleeve and tapped out a rapid message. Quote: Text to Ahm & Nahm: Get your scrawny tails over to the Scythe place. Nahm knows what I'm talking about, don't you, boil! I've got a job for you two. --- Nahm sat up just enough to snag his phone off the floor beside his bed, angling a curious ear; the twins' phones had gone off at the same time, and that made him curious. He read the message. " ... Hey Ahm. I think I might've got us in trouble."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:40 pm
Ahm's eyebrows went up as his phone went off; he scooped it up, read the message and then looked over to his twin with a curious expression - why had both their phones gone off at the same time?
"What kind of trouble?" The Grue unfolded himself from his bed and started pulling on layers to go out; depending on the kind of trouble Nahm had gotten them into, things could be fun...or really really bad.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:06 pm
"Don't know yet, the elder's texting me to get to the Scythe place - and how the jack does he know about that anyway - so it's gonna be interesting. Bad or good, dunno yet." He likewise slid off the bed and pulled on his clothes, flipping the hood and scarf on top.
He leaned over to have a look at his brother's phone. "Oh hey. You too? Definitely interesting."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:09 pm
"Very interesting." Ahm's eyes narrowed thoughtfully and he pulled his hood up to hide all but the gleaming slits. "We'll soon find out, won't we?"
How did the elder know about the Scythe place? What had Nahm gotten them into? And, more importantly, how much fun would this be? Important questions that would have to wait until they skipped silently out of the dorms into the darkness.
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