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 Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:33 am
Gambino Dockyards Two smaller islands neighbor Gambino's western shore, and on these islands stand the Gambino Dockyard, where most of Gaia's ships are made. The Dockyard is, of course, property of G-Corp, and so has fallen idle in the last few years as G-Corp fell into decline. A wooden walkway connects the islands to the city proper.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:22 am
Tokai stepped of a ship onto the slightly swaying docks and surveyed the general non-commotion going on around him. Lighting up a cigarette he muttered to himself, "Sad to see a dockyard die like this." Blowing out a small cloud of smoke he glanced at his watch and began to wonder what the higher ups were thinking, sending him here to work for some other organization. Sure it was interest of promoting alliances with other cartels, but a chinc and an African, I mean really. He had been briefed on his partners to be and the did have background suitable to his own, but how did the expect them to all work together. Shaking his head he took another drag off the cig, it didn't matter, they would make it work and woe to anyone standing in their way, now if the little triad b*****d would just show up he could get to looking for the legart guy and actually get down to business.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:30 am
Tokai's sorrow statement was met with a stream of Chinese expletives that blended almost seamlessly into '********' pigsty." Tien took a long drag from his cigarette as he surveyed the area with a wary glance. "I've run straight into s**t too many times in places like this to trust them. Where is the pale man with our ride? Or were we actually expecting to find an objective here?" He muttered, stepping up next to Tokai with a kind of nonchalance someone on the losing end of a foot-tall height differential would struggle to match.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:38 am
Taking a look at his new companion, he gave an approving nod. The triads rarely ever disappointed. Sticking his hands in his pockets Tokai began to walk down the wooden path way towards the beach front in true yakuza style, as if he own the entire damn place and was looking for trouble.
arrow southeast to the beachfront
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:48 am
Tien frowned at the ultimate irony of a Triad following a Yakuza anywhere. Still he sucked up his pride and fell into step, albeit a bit more surreptitiously even considering his bright garb, behind Tokai. Where, he hadn't really a clue, but he assumed the giant was at least smart enough to know where he was headed if the Yakuza had sent him.
Southeast to Beachfront
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:50 am
The S-Class drove up with no hurry to the dock's parking lot, finding a spot and silently turning off. Out of the doorway stepped a man who didn't seem very intimidating, but instead gave off what superstitious folk would refer to as a bad vibe. Just under six feet tall, wearing an off-white business suit with the bulk of a pistol just barely noticeable on his torso, Legart came out of the driver's seat, surveying the docks for the two he was supposed to pick up.
Legart stood in the open doorway of his car, drumming his fingertips on the hood, first checking the docks, then the parking lot, then among the shipping palettes and workmen--but no sign of the people he was supposed to work with yet. Legart knew he was a little bit late, but they couldn't have left already.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:54 am
Twisting his expression, Legart reached into his pocket for his cell and dialed the number he was given for Tien Fei Jian, the Chinese man he was going to be working with for this... ordeal, as it was. The phone rang a few times before it was picked up, and Legart tersely found out where he and the big Japanese man were. Hanging up without a farewell, Legart got back into his car, started it, slowly backed out of his spot, and then headed toward the beachfront just under the speed limit, keeping an eye on the sidewalks and walkways.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 10:58 am
BEACHFRONT >> DOCKYARDS
And Team RAIF arrived, heralded by shouts of the citizens of Isle de Gambino wondering what the hell they were yelling about.
In fact, they were yelling about how they were now kings of the island, and that anyone who has a problem with it can come take it up with them. Nobody stepped up.
"People of shipyardville! All your boats are belonging to us!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:01 am
"And YOU!" He called to a confused sailor, "...is that jerky?"
"...Yeah."
Stryphe motioned the jerky over to him. The sailor grudgingly gave it open, making note of the large halberd and the shotgun shells.
domokun
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:06 am
"Now that our rule has been established, I crave floor shows."
Yes. Only a floor show would be adequate for their entertainment.
To the casino!
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:07 am
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