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Post by Alexodia on Mar 14, 2017 22:26:34 GMT
Staring somewhat aimlessly out of the window as the car drove through the streets, the street lamps illuminating the dark roads, her thoughts were admittedly pensive about the somewhat cramped situation in the back seat; the plump woman in the driver's seat and the bartender's friend in the front seat left her and the bartender sitting awkwardly in the two back seats. The bartender seemed to be relatively fine, but most cars weren't equipped to have somebody as tall as her directly behind somebody as tall as the bartender's friend; constantly shifting uncomfortably, she eventually had to settle with drawing her legs backwards as far as they could go. The bartender seemed comfortable enough to lounge about a bit, but some clandestine observation revealed that she appeared to be a little unsettled by her presence. She was better than most everyone at this sort of stuff, but it was still interesting to find out every time. Keeping her face expertly impassive, she returned her gaze to the window, the streets going past over and over again until they arrived a few blocks away from her apartment and she spoke up, requesting permission to walk back here. Close enough that they'll have an idea of where to find her, but far enough to ensure that they'd be searching for at least over an hour should they try to find her without her knowledge. Noting the way her hand unintentionally skimmed lightly over the bartender's as she moved to undo her seatbelt and get out of the car, her entire body stiffened for a split second before marshalling her faculties and proffered polite thanks towards the three of them for allowing her safe passage, gracefully exiting the vehicle and closing the door, watching with the bartender with a guarded expression as the car started up and veered off, leaving her besides the road.
Watching the car drive off for several seconds, she began walking forwards at a brisk pace, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets as she marched forwards and the wind gently whipped against her face. She wasn't a fan of what was going on with the bartender. She really wasn't a fan. Because Cleo didn't really seem the type for one-night stands; based on her increasingly awkward responses around her, she wasn't used to such advances around women either. She could tell that the bartender was into girls; that was harder to discern than most, but ultimately, the signs were still there. Almost dormant, but there. She wasn't sure what the hell Cleo would want but whatever it was, she wasn't in a position to give it to her except for the strictly literal sense. Long term never worked, and even short term ended up biting her in the ass when she couldn't remember what even happened in her goddamn life. She wasn't rushing to start anything with the knowledge that eventually, she would wake up and she would have no goddamn idea who Cleo or any other potential romance was. Once one thing went, then everything else connected to it started to go as well. All she'd need to do was know one thing about somebody; their eyes, their hair, even their goddamn clothes. Then as soon as she forgot one of them, they all vanished before she could help it. She wasn't a fan of the times when somebody would greet her with a warmth and familiarity that only time created while she had no idea who this person was at all. Then she had to see the confusion and hurt on their faces, the disbelief and anger when they inevitably thought that she was just pulling the most pathetic excuse in existence in order to avoid them. The thing is, attraction only goes too far. Cleo was hot, sure, but she could also fight like a goddamn cornered tiger. Which was another reason that she wasn't rushing into something that's only ever ended badly. Or so she assumes; she can't really recall many good frames of reference, to be honest. There was only one.
Lost in her thoughts, her mind snaps her out of it as she comes close to her building, her neck bending backwards slightly as she craned her head to look upwards at the height of the building. Standing there for a few seconds, she faced forwards once more and headed towards the door, shivering slightly in the cold before she reached the door and pushed it open. Closing the door behind her, she walked up to the gate and turned her gaze towards the row of buttons with different combinations, a keypad situated at the side of them. Bringing her hand up and pressing the number for her apartment before she moved her hand to the keypad and input her apartment combination, she heard the soft buzzing of the gate before she drew her hand back and moved to open the now unlocked gate, heading through and closing the gate behind her and hearing the lock click once more as the gate closed and she began to head up the stairs. After just over a minute, she arrived on her floor, her shoes clacking against the wooden floor as she opened a zip inside her jacket pocked and fished around before drawing out a singular key. Twirling it around her index finger as she stopped at her door, she clamped her fist quickly to stop the rapidly moving key before she took hold of it and inserted it into the lock, the tumblers clicking as the lock turned and she pulled down the handle, opening the door into her apartment.
Locking the door behind her and stepping foot into her apartment, she faintly recalled that it had been several weeks since the last time she'd forgot; she should probably write it on her arm in permanent marker again, just to preempt it like she always did. Stepping through the apartment, she did recall the apparent insanity of keeping her apartment extremely clean and orderly; it was such a change from the other rooms and the city as a whole that most felt the need to point it out every time they were there. It wasn't that she felt a compulsion to keep everything orderly. More like muscle memory from when she was in the Army, most likely, despite the fact that she couldn't even remember her time in the first place. Behavioural stuff remained, it seemed. Heading down the hallway and pushing her way through the kitchen door, she placed her key on the counter and took off her black leather jacket, placing the jacket carefully over the back of a kitchen chair. Turning around, she reached up and grabbed the half-empty bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cabinet, reaching over to grab a dry glass from the drying rack besides the sink as she turned around as she walked, using her back to open the partially opened door and sticking her foot out to slam it closed as she headed into the living room and sat on her sofa without a word, placing both bottle and glass onto the coffee table. Distinctly unbothered by the dried blood on her trousers and she leaned forwards slightly and placed her elbows on her knees, her eyes flitted over to the phone lying silently on the coffee table, her elbows bending to intertwine her fingers with each other and place the backs of her fingers against her mouth.
She quickly lost track of time, the apartment deathly silent, but that didn't stop her from staring intently at the phone, her gaze unblinking as she breathed softly. Whatever she forgot over the course of her time, it seldom escaped her notice that she wasn't supposed to be here. The details of how and why she was like this were long gone, but it still didn't stop her from wondering every single waking hour that she was conscious. Her box was in her bedroom, still under her bed where it always was. But she wasn't in the mood to go for it right now. Perhaps when she was more drunk. Cleo didn't forget everybody that got close to her, she mused. And she bet that she never had to take precautions in case she did. She wasn't sure whether it would have been kinder to make her like this, or to simply kill her whenever it happened. It depended, really; she often forgot how much she had. Suddenly not even knowing if she'd ever met Cleo before as Cleo saw her in the street wasn't a good feeling to have. But she was overthinking it; she always overthought these things. She had to. Otherwise, things would just get even worse; Cleo hadn't given many indications that she was interested, or much anything close to it. But she had to overthink, otherwise it all went to shit. It all went to shit anyway, but at least it didn't go to shit as fast when she tried to prepare. Again, she didn't really have many frames of reference, she mused as she straightened her elbows out, her forearms softly coming to rest on her thighs and extending past her kneecaps as her gaze remained fixed on the stationary phone.
Just one.
Her brain not fully aware of her actions, she felt her arm reach out towards the phone and grab it, pulling the phone towards her as the screen lit up in response. Quickly unlocking the phone, her gaze remained vacant as her finger scrolled and chose options on her phone as she arrived at saved messages, her left thumb hovering over the starred message. Her mouth opening slightly as she stared at her phone, unsettled, she closed it as she pressed down onto the saved message and held the phone up to her ear as the message started to play.
"Heeey!" came a chipper, but slightly fatigued voice through the phone. The Southern English accent was even more refined than her own, but a clear friendliness and caring nature was evident in the warmness of her voice, her voice steady despite the wind on her end evident through the speaker. "Sorry I didn't manage to return your call, but I had a patient whom apparently thought that 'don't eat anything for 24 hours prior to surgery' didn't extend to 'one or two burgers'. It's rude, but some of them can be idiots sometimes." the gentle voice continued through the phone, her tone sweet as if you could tell that she was wearing a smile despite her words. "But anyway," the voice continued, her voice turning ever so slightly teasing. "My shift ends in an hour, as you know, aaaand it's your turn to pick up the food this time; I think Jenny's is closing a bit earlier tonight because of circumstances to which I am not privy, but she let me know that she'd be awaiting you. I know it's our first month as a married couple, but I still expect you to pull your weight, Nat. You know, when you're not being shot at." the voice added sardonically, her voice turning teasing and the smile behind her words even more evident. "You'll get the food and I'll come home and you can comfort me after my day as we watch a god-awful movie. I still don't understand why you enjoy them still after all this time, but I gave up a long time ago." the voice continued, sounding sarcastically indifferent. A few seconds of silence passed on the line, something having occupied the voice's attention. "Okay, I have to go, I'm sorry, but I'll see you at home soon, okay?" the voice stated, becoming soft and affectionate. "I love you. Goodbye.".
A monotonous dial tone following immediately afterwards, she slowly lowered her arm once more and straightened it out without a word, her expression soft. She was keeping it together now, but sooner or later, her composure would eventually break. She didn't when or how or in what way, but it never failed. Even though she didn't remember anything about the voice, it meant too much to have any less of an impact. Placing the phone down upon the coffee table, she reached over and unscrewed the whiskey bottle, pouring a generous amount of liquid into the glass before rescrewing the top and placing it back upon the coffee table. Picking up the glass of whiskey and taking a liberal sip, she pushed the burn of the liquid travelling down her gullet to the back of her priorities as she picked the phone back up and pressed her thumb down on the screen, leaning back into the sofa.
"Heeey!" the voice returned, speaking as if the words had never been spoken before as she closed her eyes softly, listening to the soothing sound of the voice continuing to speak without a word of her own.
Her box was underneath her bed, where it had always been. She wondered how long it would take for her to cave and go and fetch it this time.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 15, 2017 14:15:11 GMT
"It only happen when you use a damn taser on a biker in front of all his friends, most of the time we're here to manage the situation beofre someone like you fuck everything up Snatcher." Tomo leaned against the counter, now that the shapeshifter was here she could slack a bit. Maggie chimed in. "What Tomo want to say is that people around here know the rules, but sometimes an outsider like you is not aware of them and mess everything. You should insist on the stain near Tomo by the way Sarah." The woman nudged once more Tomo to send her back to sweeping.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 17, 2017 16:45:39 GMT
Abigail shrugs. "Never been one for rules myself I never run out of faces after all it's pretty easy to just move on." She winces slightly thinking about Bear. "Although some bitches can be annoyingly persistent..."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 17, 2017 17:13:44 GMT
Cleo listens in on the conversation as she cleans up. First priority to her is getting the bar looking at least tolerable, but she couldn't help but take note that the shifter's kind of life is basically running from one place to another, hoping the past never catches up to them. "People can run and hide from the consequences that they are responsible for." She speaks up while continuing the sweep, gathering the last few pieces of glass into the pile. "You could do it for years, feeling that you're outrunning it by miles. But take it from me, you pay for the actions you do one way or the other and one day, it will catch up faster to you can move." Of course, she speaks from experience. Both her father's actions and hunting down Kovac's thugs as Zone. She has been on both sides of the situation and knows it better than most. She leans her broom on the table and grabs a dustpan and brush from the bar counter, looking at the shifter. "I would advise you to start working out how to deal with whatever baggage you're carrying. That's just my side of it, though." she shrugs and goes back to cleaning in silence.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 17, 2017 17:27:17 GMT
Abigail chuckles. "Guess you're not just a pretty face..." She shrugs as she mops up a puddle of beer and blood. "To get rid of my consequences I'd have to put a lot bodies in the ground and some of them fight back so I'll stick to running for now." She'd thought about it before she could get close to them using any of their friends faces and when their guard was down... But Abigail was a thief and even a fighter but not a killer it was the line she'd never crossed and didn't want to.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 17, 2017 20:34:56 GMT
"So what ?" Tomo chimes in. "Afraid to put down some shits who want to make your life miserable ? I didn't thought you were like that Doppel." Tomo become a real killer when she goes in Shade mode, it seems that she takes some pleasure in it too. For her gang members don't deserve any kind of compassion, "Kill them all" was her thing, the method didn't matter as long as they all die.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 17, 2017 21:31:24 GMT
Reynolds entered the bar cautiously taking in the sight of Maggie and her bar-staff/psychopaths cleaning the place up along with a pretty janitor he didn't know. He held up his hands trying to control his fear. "Easy there folks I come in peace!" He put his gun and badge down on one of the tables. "This is all off-the-books. I just want to have a chat with Psycho Number One." He said gesturing to Cleo. He felt naked without his gun and badge he practically never took them off except to shower and sleep and even then he kept his gun under the pillow. "It's been a crazy night I'm just trying to straighten some things out." He said starting to sweat unarmed and surrounded by powered psychos.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 17, 2017 21:48:07 GMT
Cleo just stares impassively at Reynolds as she tips the broken glass in a bin behind the counter. She can feel her strength slowly rising upwards as her power feeds off the detective's fear, as if the sweat wasn't enough of an indication. Obviously he wants to talk about her powers and his suspicion of her being Zone, which she gives him credit for guessing right. She looks at the bin and sees that it is filled pretty high with the previous catastrophe. she looks back up at the detective. "Wanna talk? Out back." She says as she picks up the bin and begins to take it round back. Margaret makes eye contact with Cleo, silently telling her to be careful. Cleo just nods slightly, she doesn't plan on making the night any worse for the elderly lady. She uses the backdoor to get outside and walks towaeds a dumpster, tipping the contents of the small bin into it as she waits for Reynolds to follow.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 18, 2017 19:38:02 GMT
Reynolds follows Cleo round back trying to control his anxiety that she's just going to snap his throat and dump in the river. He carefully reaches into his jacket and lights a cigarette. "You know people think I'm stupid that I'm just the dumb coward dirty cop who survives like a cockroach. They're mostly right I sure as fuck ain't the brightest, I am a coward but what they don't see is that I want them to think I'm so much stupider and weaker then I am because the best way to survive is have people always underestimate you." He lets out a long stream of smoke into the cold air. "You're Zone. Don't try to deny it you may be good at punching holes in people but you sure as shit ain't good at covering your tracks." He takes another pull. "And you seem to be friends with a bunch of other bitches who frankly have me crapping my pants. That makes you powerful and I've survived this long by not pissing off powerful people. Long story short I want to cut a deal." He looks her in the eyes. "Fair warning if I don't make it out of here alive I've left sealed envelopes with some old friends detailing how Zone who's been killing so many Kovac boys, Witch who has a fucking massive bounty on her head, and two others are hanging out at Maggie's old biker bar and I'm guessing you don't want those getting out?" He took another drag to try and hide his nerves. "Now you ready to listen?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 18, 2017 20:23:37 GMT
Cleo leans on the dumpsters as Reynolds speaks. She isn't surprised when he has already worked out she is Zone, not many other powereds around here who have super strength and even less are women. It is when he threatens the life of Margaret, Tomo and Jane that the poker face is broken. She glares at the detective, a fire that can melt steel ignites in her eyes, which slowly become a solid black as she readies to use that strength to use the dumpster to smash Reynolds out of existence... but of course, she knows better than to use her powers out of anger. Instead she approaches him without giving any indication that she has decided what to do with him yet. He is far taller than her, but they both know it won't take much to turn this into her favour, she can at least seek amusement that he will never be able to get used to that fear of her. After a few seconds, she finally speaks. "Lay out your proposal."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 18, 2017 20:57:17 GMT
Reynolds looks down at the girl in front of him and tries very hard not to piss his pants, gotta have some pride. "You don't like the Kovacs? Can't say I do much either but they've got me by the balls and I like breathing. This time I managed to pin the whole thing on No-Nose Ned but next time I might not be able to which means either I give you up in which case you or one of your friends turns me inside-out or I say I've got nothing in which case the Kovacs cut off my dick and make me eat it. What I want is a heads up before you hit the Kovacs so I can start putting the evidence in place, you never get caught but your "employers" always wind up eating lead. Sometimes I'm also gonna need you to hit the targets I feed you to sell the story. If your conscience bothers you don't worry all the patsies are gonna be the scum of the fucking earth and this is me talking. In return I have ears inside both the department, the Kovacs and a lot of the street-gangs I do all their dirty work I know where the bodies are buried." Reynolds stubs out his almost finished cigarette. "We're not gonna be friends, hell I'm not even gonna call us allies this is a mutually beneficial relationship. You get to keep whacking gang-boys without too much heat, I get to clean-up some of the more degenerate pieces of scum off the street and we both stay alive. So can we do business?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 18, 2017 21:18:13 GMT
Cleo clicks her tongue in annoyance. "So you want me to be your personal attack dog and safety net. Because you made mistakes in the past that got you mixed up with Kovacs and you're too chicken shit to whack a couple of guys by yourself." She translates for him. "And you also threatened the lives of the people I call family. You have a lot of balls for a cowardly rat." She lets out a humourless laugh. "You basically only care for yourself and everything you said to me so far proves that point... Also, Tomo didn't like how you threatened her." she nods her head just over his shoulder, where Tomo now stands with Reynold's own gun against the back of his head. "If you know so much about Zone. You would know that she works with another powered outlaw that is a gun nut and uses the shadows around her as a weapon and to blend into the darkness. Shade. You want Zone to be in business with you? You need Shade too, she isn't so easy to convince."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 18, 2017 21:29:25 GMT
Reynolds hears the click and has used his gun enough times to recognise it as a Beretta 92c, his Beretta 92c. "Girl I've seen more corpses then you have hot dinners and I've made my fair share of them but I don't have a fucking mask or indeed super-powers so you'll excuse me if I tell you to shove your own so special head up your pretty ass." He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry you think the fact that your friend is behind me changes shit? Have you not been listening numbskull? Kill me and you're dead in this city you might survive if you made it to China or some shit but even then that's only a maybe and I don't think Maggie will run stubborn old battleaxe that she is. There were only ever gonna be two options when I walked in here you take my deal or we all die and for some fucking reason I thought you had a Goddamn brain! This is Sin City the stuff I've done to survive makes me look like a fucking angel compared to the real street-kids who are selling dope or themselves at ten! So go on choose: be a stupid suicidal bitch or take the fucking deal." Reynolds closed his eyes and waited trembling slightly. He sometimes wondered what it felt like to get shot in the head. Would it be quick or would that single moment of pain stretch to eternity? He had no illusions that on the other side he'd be lucky to get the void otherwise he'd probably wake up smelling the sulphur...
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Post by Hunter on Mar 18, 2017 23:36:29 GMT
"What make you think we will not make it Reynold ? we've been doing that since a long time, we got our own way to do it, your last boy scout paid the price to fuck with us, that's what happen to crooked fucks like him." Tomo backs away from the cop and uncock his gun, the Beretta is not her favorite type of gun, Glocks were a best choice. "But unlike these street kids I'm not a cop killer, take your gun back, the grip is loose by the way." She joins Cleo near the dumpster. "Screw you by the way, I'm not a "gun nut" Cleo." It was totally the case, the girl had a secret place full of weapon somewhere in the city and she even have some... artisanal devices to help her, these involve gunpowder most of the time. "Anyway Reynold..." Tendrils appears to dance around her arm like if the thing was sentient, might boost the guy's fear and Cleo's power, not that it will be needed. "Keep talking like you do and I promise you'll get some bruises, I don't know if your buddies talk about Shade so here's a quick recap: No survivors. She's the Kovacs' babadook, don't give me that look that's what they keep saying. So you really want us to work ? It's simple let us do our thing, we got a priority on juicy bits we find and most of all: don't backstab us, we'll know it."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 19, 2017 0:24:46 GMT
Cleo lightly punches Tomo on the arm for the babadook comment. She was the one that actually started that name, told it to a few customers in the bar a few months ago and it spreaded around from ear to ear. She's been stupidly proud of it since. "Tomo is in, then so am I. We'll let you know what we're hitting and we'll get rid of names you hand us... no innocents, no matter how much they pissed you off." she moves her neck to the left, feeling the vertebraes cracking one by one. She feels pretty tense from the night, could do with a massage now she thinks about it... she should find a place tomorrow where she can get a good one. "In return, you point the Kovacs in the other direction. But..." she lets it hang in the air for a moment, squaring up the portly detective. "Betray us, or Margaret even gets stalked by a Kovac. We'll come for you, Tomo may not be a cop killer but I'll have no trouble being one if it is neccessary because whatever they do to her, I'll do to you... Have a safe night, detective." She turns with the bin in hand and heads back inside. Even though she really didn't have a choice, Cleo sure hopes this won't come back to bite her in the ass. Crooked cops are the tricky kind, they have no loyalties with anybody. Fear is what makes them do what you want though, and she sure as hell can use that against Reynolds. All she cares about is Tomo and Margaret. She doesn't give two shits if Reynolds or the Kovacs try to off her but if their lives are on the line, then it gets very serious.
After an hour and a half, the bar is looking a lot more clean. Replacements for the broken furniture should arrive tomorrow and business can continue as usual. Cleo can't help the yawn that escapes her as she leans aginst the counter, a hand pats her lightly on her tattooed arm. "You should get some rest. You look like you're about to collapse. You too, Tomo." Cleo nods still looking forward, protesting wouldn't do any good to a woman like Margaret. Besides, she really does feel like collapsing. Margaret looks over to 'Sarah'. "Thanks for the help tonight, you coulda just vanished and left us to do it but you didn't. I can respect that and while the girls may not show it, they respect it too. You okay getting home?" Cleo doesn't wait around, she takes the cleaning supplies back into the back and heads up the stairs just beside the back door entrance. She enters her room, which looks like you average bedroom with white wash walls, a sturdy bed and chest of drawers. Plain and simple but organised and neat, just how she likes it. She removes most of her clothing and dumps it inside a basket full of dirty clothes that she is determined to get into the washing machine tomorrow morning. She climbs into bed and throws the covers over her body. Her last thoughts of the night involves Reynold's 'deal', the data on the phone Ghost managed to recover from the police station and strangely, but at the same time not so strange at all, Jane. She wonders about that woman and who she is, never seeing her before until tonight... she has a feeling this won't be their last encounter one another. With those thoughts still playing on her mind, she drifts off to sleep.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 19, 2017 7:08:01 GMT
Reynolds makes it back to his cramped apartment and stares at the wall. Sometimes he wonders why he keeps doing this playing the odds being everyone's rat it wasn't like survival seemed to have much going for it in his case right now. All the money he got from bribes and his salary went into a special account that his ex-wife would get when he died to help raise their son. He'd never see the boy or his ex-wife again, they'd moved to Canada after the divorce. Maybe one day he'd walk into the Kovacs headquaters and put a bullet in as many of the high-ups as he could before they took him down. Maybe one day... but not today. He had a quick nightcap to help him sleep, got into bed and closed his eyes.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 19, 2017 10:27:38 GMT
Tomo finally made it home, she manages to enter her flat and to reach her bedroom, she faceplant in her bed next to her girlfriend who is typing on her laptop. "Long night ?" Tomo don't bother to move, she just nods, her body feels heavy from the night, the kovacs she dealt with before her shift, the bar itself, the fight, the cleaning. This night had it's load of events, all Tomo wants to do now is to sleep for a whole week to recover, she turn her head and look at Sera's screen aking her what she is working on. "That's the datas I took from the phone Cleo found, I will tell you about it tomorrow with Cleo." Oh right ! Tomo forgot the most important thing, time to let some juicy gossip flow. "About Cleo, you are not going to believe what happened at the bar, she got a pretender, a woman this time, and my little finger tell me that she isn't indifferent to her." Ghost look away from her screen, a puzzled look toward Tomo. "I'm not shitting you this time, just ask Maggie, she was there too. Got a certain look about her, kinda act like Cleo too, and she throw some mean punches too. They could definitly go along, or at least go along for a good fuck." Tomo immediatly get hit on head, Sera was the complete opposite to her, always shy talking about sex or acting like her lover, especially in front of other, that never bothered Tomo. "Shut up will you, It only concern Cleo and that girl, I don't want to hear something else." Her cheeks were red as she blurted. "Now undress and go to sleep, I'm working tomorrow unlike you." Tomo obeyed her, making one last comment about how she like when Sera ordered her that kind of things, the only goodnight kiss was a poke in the ribs, the one she got hit at that.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 19, 2017 12:18:06 GMT
Abigail laughs. "Well next time I start a fight I'll make sure I have cleaning supplies on hand." She said with a wink. "Don't worry about me I grew up in this city I can take care of myself." Heading out the door she tips her baseball cap. "I'll see you gals around though probably not with this face, watch out for Reynolds he's about as trustworthy as me but without the sense of humour." Abigail saunters off into the night. She gets back to one of her safe-houses and shifts back into her own face. She puts the janitor outfit on her laundry pile and gets into bed. They were a fun bunch at that bar and easy on the eyes to maybe she'd go back some time... Whatever in the meantime she'd need a new con time for some information gathering... She drifted off to sleep.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 23, 2017 13:15:37 GMT
Cleo wakes up, but her body does not want her to. Her muscles ache painfully with even the slightest of stretches, her legs feel like she has ran a marathon, not to mention her head feels like it was ran over by a tank. Quite simply, she felt like shit. Her body is normally used to exertion far better than the average person but today was mixed with a violent brawl in the bar, a slash on the arm from a Kovac thug and the stock of a gun right in her stomach. She is definitely feeling the results this morning. She checks the time on the clock mounted on the wall to notice that she has overslept by an hour and a half. With a groan, she forces herself to stand up and stretches carefully, wincing at the intense aches and pains. The feeling of her vertebrae popping all the way up her back as she stretches it is her moment of satisfaction from all of the mayhem that has been inflicted upon her. She makes her way to the bathroom and takes a look in the mirror. Bruising has begun to present itself around her left eye. She guessed it right, she got a black eye from that brawl. "Fucking Aisholt..." she curses the biker who got in that lucky shot in a quiet my mumble. She decides to deal with that after she is done with her morning routine. She removes the little clothing she on left and jumps into the shower. The hot water soothe her muscles and causes a shiver of pleasant tingles from head to toe. She showers a little longer than normal, living in that moment of bliss.
After fifteen minutes, Cleo has turned the showerhead off and drys herself off. It takes another ten to get through the rest of her routine and into fresh clothes. She uses some make up to conceal the black eye the best she can and takes a few painkillers to make the day less difficult. She heads downstairs to to see Margaret already awake and for some strange reason, on her hands knees trying to fish something out from under the dishwasher with a broom. She looks up to Cleo and smiles. "Morning honey, decided to let you stay in for a little bit after the night you had. Can't have you exhausted and broken." she curses under her breath, guess she just missed whatever she is trying to get. "You didn't need to do that." Cleo says to her, but her tone doesn't indicate she is annoyed at the older woman. She grabs the dishwasher firmly by it's sides and with a grunt of effort and some complaint from her arms, lifts the heavy appliance just enough into the air for Margaret to grab what she dropped with ease. Once she stands back up, Cleo lets go of the dishwasher and lets it land with a loud slam that shakes the floor slightly. The lost item in question was her truck keys, the older lady chuckling. "That power of yours will never grow out of it's use. You could use it for a lot better things than going out and doing whatever you are doing that attracts the whole police department." she says in a snarky but joking manner. Cleo sighs. "I'm sorry about that. I brought them right to your door." she says earnestly, feeling bad for that still. Margaret just shakes her head. "That's not what concerns me. What concerns me is you. One day, you may not be lucky enough to get bailed out at the last minute or survive a grisly wound. This quest for vengeance? It may kill you before it kills Kovac." she lectures. Cleo leans against the dishwasher with her eyes looking down. She doesn't say a word in response, but Margaret already knows her answer. It's not something she can easily let go, or ever let go at all. She sighs in resignment and lets go of the subject, knowing that the stubborn girl won't be swayed. "I'm heading out. Bar is closed while the boys fit in the new furniture, preferably nailing it down this time. Don't wait for me." she gives a friendly wave and a smile before heading out back. Cleo gives a small nod as she watches her leave.
Well... Better get Tomo over here. She takes out her phone and makes a quick text, asking her and Sera to come down to the bar so they can talk about what they found. She leaves her phone on the side and heads out to the main bar area. The fellas Margaret mentioned are not here yet, so she has a moment of peace. She makes herself a glass of water and sips it lightly. She is surrounded by alcohol that could help numb down her body's agony, but Cleo was never really a fan of drinking in the morning. She leans on the counter and waits for the duo to come down.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 23, 2017 16:01:28 GMT
"Tomo, Tomo ! Wake up damn it." Tomo is shaken awake by Sera. "How can you still sleep, do you know what time it is ? We are supposed to meet Cleo at the bar." She gets a poke in the ribs as a good mesure, Sera always knew where to land an hit against her lover, it was one of her rare scary side. "I had the time to buy groceries and you are still snoring" Tomo finally opens her eyes and get up from the bed, the room is too bright for her taste, her whole body hurt as she moves toward the bathroom. She quickly takes a shower, she would like to spend more time under the hot water but she doesn't want to risk her girlfriend's wrath from being late and using all the hot water. A grunt escape her mouth as she get a quick glimpse of the mark on her throat, She never was a morning person and seeing fight marks on her body always made her grumpy. Sera joins her as she dress up and hands her a painkiller as she gives her a kiss. Finally ready they head to the bar, the place is empty and not because it's closed, the furnitures are gone. Sera get in followed by Tomo. "Wow... I knew there were some broken chairs but not that much..." Tomo sits herself at the counter and rest her head on the cool wood as Sera greets Cleo.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 23, 2017 19:48:02 GMT
"Guess they took out the rest of the furniture that survived and replacing the whole lot. I remember a few tables and chairs surviving." Cleo says with a shrug and sips some more of her water before placing it on the counter and pushing it towards where Tomo rests her head. She looks like hell and didn't get the leisure to take her time getting ready. She will probably need the water than she does, especially with that nasty bruising on her neck. She turns to Sera. "How you doing, Sera? Didn't have too much of a hard time getting her sorted did you?" She asks. Sera is small and thin woman, only a few inches taller than Cleo. She looks older than she appears, being only nineteen years old yet she has the face of somebody in her mid twenties. She dressed today in a simple t shirt and jeans with her hooded jacket with the sleeves rolled up. She has a couple of tattoos onher arms but other than that, she looks just like you're average everyday girl. There's a bag over her shoulder containing her laptop, which she always carries around with her. What makes her unique is her set of powers which is nothing like super strength, flight or anything flashy like that. In fact, it's very subtle. She's also known as Ghost. Ghost is a technopath, a very powerful one. As long as she has an access point to the internet, she can send her mind inside and consciousness inside and leaving her physical body in a catatonic state until she returns to it. During this state, she can navigate through the interweb at will and lightning speed, hack into any system if given enough time and steal or erase vast amounts of data in a blink of an eye. She absorbs the information she finds into her own memories and then then transfer them into another storage, which is usually to Cleo and Tomo. Unfortunately, this powerful ability comes with a heavy burden. She can't absorb at full capacity and only take one large amount of data at a time, else her personal memories will erase themselves to make room for more, if she absorbs too much then her whole mind breaks under the pressure of vasts amount of knowledge. She once accidentally erased a precious memory, she could feel it disappear from her memory. She never risked it again, being very careful, though it limits her capabilities immensely.
She met the other two girls when they were doing their crusade and they accidentally crossed paths as she was doing some contract work, selling data to her clients and they wanted something from the Kovacs. She never usually takes such risky jobs, but the pay was great and she was really needing the money. Ghost was viewing the live security cameras when she saw Zone and Shade in a tight spot. With a bit of hacking and diversions, she got the two out of there unscathed and communicated to them through their phones. This was mostly because Sera is an incredibly shy woman, she feels more confident when nobody knows her true face. Eventually though, she built enough trust to meet the two in person and as events unfolded, her and Tomo began a relationship. Since then, she has been their eyes and ears, feeding them any info she can find to point them in the direction.
"It was no trouble. Tomo passed out on the floor to begin with." She says softly, she always had a quiet voice naturally. "But I got what I could from the phone." She pulls the laptop out of her bag, powers it up and after a few clicks, turns the monitor so the two girls to see. It's an exchange of texts. "From the exchange, I worked out that the supplier, goes by the ring name of Steel Jaw, stops by the undergrounnd fighting ring at weekends, a regular contestant." Sera explains. "The place is always heavily guarded, Kovacs and the Emerald Serpent both use it so they don't want any interruptions. Storming the place is suicide, even for you two. One of you will have to fight in the ring and eventually grab his interest enough that he will want to fight you himself.. then that's your opportunity to take him down." Sera finishes her explanation. "So it has to be me." Cleo says simply. "Tomo fights hand to hand like a wet paper towel and you're a pacifist." Sera purses her lips and nods reluctantly. She doesn't want to put her friend in a very dangerous situation, but there is no other way she could think of to get close. Plus, she has faith in Cleo that she is tough enough to see this through. Cleo thinks on it for a small second and then nods. "We're close. No point in hesitating now." She says finally. Sera clicks a few more times on her laptop. "You're a nobody to them right now and they don't know you're Zone. That's good cover. Tomo will be your handler to keep an eye out for anything of interest and your back up incase things go south." She looks over to Tomo expectantly for her approval.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 23, 2017 21:10:57 GMT
Tomo doesn't even bother to get up as she listen to the plan. She grunts loudly as Sera explain the plan. Nothing is impossible with enough bullets, and a grenade launcher, this kind of thing always come in handy especially if they have to deal in confined spaces but again, might be collateral damages, people not affiliated with the gangs watching the fights, definitly a bad idea, no grenade launcher here. "You know that i can handle my own in a one on one situation Cleo." Cleo gives her a skeptical look, she doesn't seems conviced at all, not after what she saw yesterday and the other times; Tomo straightens. "Oh come on Cleo ! Because I got swarmed by 2 fucking idiots don't mean i can't take down the guy in front of me !" She didn't like when someone remind her that she fucked up, especially in front of Sera, but at least it woke her up from her slumber.
"Fine... I'll go along, might be the only way to do that one swiftly. But I warn you, if something goes wrong, I switch to plan B." Cleo knows what plan B mean, it always end up in a big gunfight from Shade, Tomo got some tricks to get equipments in. Weapon, ammo, it's not the first time they had to go undercover in the middle of the gangs and somehow she always managed to get help from the inside, she could always use Reynold and his assets too if needed, if what he said was true of course, you never know with that kind of guy.
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 24, 2017 1:09:59 GMT
Slowly coming to as she stirred in her bed, Nat groaned as her eyes slowly creaked open, her vision coming into focus to view her usually immaculate bedroom, now slightly strewn about in her intoxicated state from last night. Faintly noting the clothes from last night still on her body, she groaned slightly once more as she rolled over onto her back. Her head was hurting slightly, but she'd become accustomed to whiskey to the point that it was quite difficult for her to get a hangover. The events of last night were still clear in her mind, however; her throat closed up slightly as she remembered simply replaying the message as she got progressively more and more inebriated before finally stumbling into bed. Shaking her head slightly at the irony of being able to recall that, of all things, she turned her body slightly and reached into her trouser pocket for her phone, where she knew it would still be. Only now feeling the uncomfortableness of her clothes as she fished around for her phone, she managed to pull it out and activate the screen, her stomach dropping slightly as she comprehended the time; she wasn't late, but she would have to be quicker than usual. That, plus her phone was nearly drained of battery. The cogs in her mind sluggishly turning, she made a decision to charge it while she was in the shower, forcing herself to roll over to the side of the bed and swing her legs over, groaning all the way. Standing up to her full height, she stiffly leaned behind her cabinet for her phone charger, running her hand along the wire until she reached the end and plugged it into the bottom of her phone, pressing the switch at the same time and leaving the device on her cabinet, barely noticing it light up as she reluctantly headed towards the shower.
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After Nat had showered relatively quickly and got dressed and ready, clearing everything away from last night, she made a point to throw her dirty clothes in the wash-basket for later as she went to unplug her phone, which now had quite a healthy amount of charge, as well as a text message from Teddy, informing her to meet him at the circuit. She could almost hear his loud Brooklyn accent through the text, but it didn't stop her from sighing slightly; she knew about the fighting tournament coming up, after all. It was impossible for her not to, given that it was apparently mandatory for her to participate. Her undefeated status had long made her the prime attraction in the infamous circuit that transcended countries and had earned Teddy millions upon millions; she'd even become somewhat of a staple for the various gangs controlling the city. This tournament was a regularly scheduled thing, usually annual; she'd only partaken in one before, and that was when she'd barely arrived in the city. She'd long since asserted her dominance in the circuit since then, but this tournament was rather more major than the regular fights; a much bigger cash prize, more riding on the outcome. It was even set out similar to a legitimate tournament; there were sets, and you had to win to proceed to the ranks before you got to the final and won it all. Although something told her that it wouldn't be nearly as close a tournament as years gone by. Nobody else would think so, either; she was there, after all. She wondered just how much money that was being bet on her this time.
Taking her phone and grabbing her trusty set of headphones along with her keys, she started to head towards her door, her eyes quickly casting to the bus times infographic that she had 'liberated' in times gone past to remind herself of said bus times, she stopped in her tracks slightly, her eyes casting down to the phone in her hand. Instead of the phone smoothly sliding into her pocket, it remained fixed where it was, sitting in her hand as she stared at the screen. Swallowing slightly as she contemplated her actions, she cursed herself as she pushed her feelings aside and started pressing on her phone as she resumed walking towards the door, calling the highlighted voicemail in her storage as she opened the door and heard the opening greeting of the woman on the voicemail as she closed the door, locking it and heading off as the last remnant of the life she once had speaking lovingly into her ear.
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Sin City.
Mar 27, 2017 17:45:40 GMT
via mobile
Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 27, 2017 17:45:40 GMT
"Don't get ahead of yourself." Sera tells Tomo like a parent would to their child. "You can't just walk in and get a free pass this time. The contender listings for the fights? It's barely computerised and what is, carefully monitored regularly. They will be able to spot a name spontaneously popping up on the list in n instant. Most things are done in person, recorded on pen and paper and out of public eye. It's clever, they don't rely on digital data like most do." she says, almost admirably. This sends the girls into a moment of silence, they are all thinking of the same thing; how do they get in?
"But you found a solution?" Cleo asks to break the silence. Sera holds out her hand and wobbles it in a 'so-so' gesture. "Sorta... I managed to get into contact with the big guy who runs, man named Theodore. He seemed impressed that I managed to talk to him directly and heard me out, so that's something." she says as she taps a few more times on her laptop. "There's this big tourney going on, both the Kovacs and Emerald Serpent are putting in their fighters and placing bets with at least five digits. It's huge and if you do well, no doubt you will get Steel Jaw's attention."
Sera continues her explanation, few more taps reveal an exchange between her and the boss through email. "I'm using Tomo's identity since she's the handler of Cleo because I don't trust her to negotiate without swearing her mouth off." Cleo nods to this in agreement, thinking that's exactly what Tomo would do if things didn't go as smoothly as she hoped. "But he wants verification, my guess is to see if we are real and not anybody working as a snitch. So I gave him Tomo's name and the bar as a place she works... I'm still waiting on his response. Until then, there's nothing more I can do." Sera purses her lips, feeling very unaccomplished from this. She closes the laptop and places it back into her bag, letting out a resigned sigh.
"...Okay..." Cleo mumbles while she mulls over Sera's words. They need this spot in the tournament, but if the big boss doesn't respond to her and the roster is that closely monitored, they are pretty much at a dead end...
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Post by Hunter on Mar 27, 2017 22:25:34 GMT
"Hey... Don't worry love, you did good as always." Tomo hugs Sera. "We have to wait until he respond, let's hope he checks his mail frequently." The gears in her brain work at full speed as she cuddles with Sera, she is still planning how to get in; Gun blazing ? Too risky, too much people. Sneaking ? How will she get in ? It's a fucking underground place. No, they have to get in as Sera planned...
"Stop thinking so much dummy, your brain is in overdrive you might hurt yourself, we have to wait, we can't do anything about it." Silence fall once again in the bar, Tomo free herself from Sera's embrace and strides to the jukebox, poor thing seen better days but a least it's still working; If someone manage to break it Maggie will surely skin the responsible, it's understable after all: It's an old relic filled with all her favorite songs plus some Tomo managed to sneak in. Tomo launches her favorite disc, she was a sucker for old school songs. She drags Sera along as she protests against the music, only to be interrupted by the delivery guys. "Eh, guess I have to wait for the next dance." Tomo smirk at her lover as she greets the boys, she want them to get the furnitures in to etch her favorite spot.
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Post by Alexodia on Apr 3, 2017 21:32:02 GMT
Nat's mind continued to play through the message over and over again on the way to where Teddy would be; oftentimes, there wasn't a day that went by that she didn't find some way to listen to it and remind herself as to what she had lost. Almost like a sick sense of motivation for her; maybe if she remembered that she'd lost all that she had, she'd retain the desire to get it back, at some point. The prospect was highly unlikely, of course, but it was still a comforting thought. As she travelled throughout the city her mind was consistently in a haze, daydreaming as she sat on the bus with her headphones blaring. She was in the mood for 80's, right now, although she gathered that that would change at some point. Now that the day was clear and present, however, her ability to catch public transport returned rather than forcing her to walk all the way there, like last night. Soon after, she'd exited the bus and continued to walk, her mind still racing and inundating her with various fantasies in which she could live a life relatively close to normal. Normal was boring; boring enough to make her cringe at the thought of it. But normal didn't have to mean boring; she didn't know if her life was boring before, but at least she seemed to have stability in some form. That had to account for something, she mused as she rounded a corner and saw the liquor store where she worked come into sight. Crossing the silent, empty road with a few looks, she took her headphones out as she crossed the road and entered the store, hearing the aged bell go off with a slight ding as she opened the door and stepped inside. Calling out Teddy's name in the empty store and hearing an an absentminded response from the office in the back, she packed her headphones away in her leather jacket as she walked behind the counter and stepped through the door into the back office, heading down a slight corridor and turning left to see Teddy sat over a desk, reading.
"I don't work today, so I'm assuming that the fact that you called me over here isn't to do with that? Or am I doing overtime again?" she asked curiously, then sardonically as she closed the door behind her and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms as Teddy raised his head to look at her, his expression indiscernible. That was troubling; when he wasn't doing business, Teddy tended to wear his heart on his sleeve, so whatever he called her over for must be important indeed. He was either troubled, or quite angry at something that had gone down. Nat barely managed to suppress a gulp at the stark memory of the vicious brawl last night, wondering if that was what he was pissed at.
"Yes." Teddy announced with a disapproving tone, as if reading her mind. "I am pissed about that. Goddamn impressive, hearing about the numbers, but still goddamn stupid."
"Look-" she began in an exasperated tone, bringing up the various defending points she had thought up in anticipation of this exact scenario.
"-But that's not what I called you here for." Teddy cut across her, his expression morphing into one of a troubled heart but little ill will towards her specifically, leaning back in his chair. "Look, we'll talk about last night later. It was fucking stupid to get into a goddamn bar fight, but ultimately, nothing will come of it. You're too well-protected, and even if the cops press the issue of one single bar fight, we'll take care of it. It's only because I know you don't do this sort of shit regularly that I'm not ripping into you right now, but it's done, and I trust you not to do it again. Might come back to bite me in the ass, but you haven't let me down yet."
Slightly taken aback by these words, she silently remained where she stood, her eyes wary and confused. "Ummm..."
"In any case, I called you here because I need you to scout a potential fighter for the upcoming tournament." Teddy announced, taking careful notice of the way Nat's eyes widened slightly in confusion, before narrowing in suspicion.
"Your usual cut-off point was up two weeks ago. What's different now?"
"That's it; everyone knows the cut-off point. Everyone knows the way I like to do things. But this person apparently doesn't know how I like to do things. They've said that they're new, and want a chance to prove themselves."
"Prove themselves in this?" she asked incredulously. "That's like learning how to swim by asking somebody to drop them in the middle of the fucking ocean. You reject people and newcomers all the time, I don't get why this person would be different."
"They seem quite confident."
"They always are."
"Don't you think I've asked myself all of this, Janey?" Teddy asked in exasperation, leaning back further in his chair. "I don't like it. I don't like it at all. But one of the guys broke his leg at work, and if I don't fill the position, then there'll be a lot of people scrambling for it. Now, whoever this person is, they managed to contact me. On my legitimate mail that's only connected to the Deep Web. Not even the bosses know about that. Even you don't know it. And they don't sound overconfident; just confident. There's a big difference."
"So, you're willing to go along with this terrible idea?" she asked sardonically, wondering at what point Teddy's extremely careful method of doing things went out of the window.
He shrugged. "You were an even more dangerous idea, if you recall." he noted with a grin. Recognising his point, she pointedly looked away. "I've had my contacts take a look at them, and they work at a bar; the inhabitants inside don't have any noticeable contact with any local or federal law enforcement agencies. But just in case something does go down...that's why I'm sending you. I've yet to meet somebody that can take care of themselves better than you." he reminded her, all too aware of the cogs turning in her head. "It isn't a major departure from how things usually go, I just need a little more reassurance on this. Otherwise, I'd ask Claudia to do it. You should be getting ready for the tournament yourself."
She hummed out a response absentmindedly, her brain still tossing up the scenario in her head. It was already a given that she was going to do it, but it still didn't mean that she had to be okay with it. She was only slightly reassured by the fact that Teddy wasn't greatly okay with it, as well; usually the newcomers, the ones that were independent fighters, they were the volatile ones. The ones either trying to make a name for themselves, or the ones desperately in need of cash. Or simply the ones that desired cash beyond their wildest dreams. It didn't matter what their reasons were; usually, they were the ones that didn't know what they were getting into, and they were usually the ones that left in a body bag first. But it wasn't her decision whether they wanted to throw their life away with a hasty decision. Turning her head back to Teddy, she gave him a silent nod, sighing in exasperation at the proud look on his face.
"Fuckin' amazing." he announced with his booming voice that didn't know the difference between a giant room and a small one, grabbing a pencil that was resting on the table and pulling his notepad closer to him, quickly scribbling something down before ripping off the piece of paper and handing it towards her. "That's the address of the bar that they'll be at. I have a feeling you'll recognise it." he added with a sly smile, adopting an innocent expression when she sent him a look of wary confusion at that last part. "You know the drill; ask around, get a feel for them. If they're too much of a liability or if they're fine, just let me know." he informed her, watching her give another wordless nod as she quickly scanned the paper with the address on it, before pocketing it inside her jacket and turning around, opening the door and heading through it without a word.
Making sure to shut the door before she headed off, her mind was once again cast into overdrive as to the various outcomes and situations that her visit could warrant. She didn't want to get attacked with a trench knife like last time, but Teddy's word meant a lot to her, and if the actions of these newcomers were anything to go by, they certainly had some form of skill. Heading around the counter of the still-empty shop and exiting the store, she sighed slightly at the prospect of doing this once more. She really should be getting ready for the tournament, like Teddy said, and he must be wary indeed to send a girl that forgot what street she lived on every two weeks.
Thank god for Maps, she mused as she got out her phone, bringing up Maps and typing in the address. No time to waste, it seemed.
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jackygirl
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My milkshakes bring all the girls to my dungeon
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Post by jackygirl on Apr 5, 2017 12:41:19 GMT
Abigail woke to a blaring alarm. Leaping out of bed she was dressed and and armed in under twenty seconds looking up at the safe-house camera feeds she saw ten heavily tattooed men trying to bust down the reinforced door to her flat. She quickly ran into the pantry. She grabbed a bag and filled it full of cash from her emergency and was about to start collecting her vials when she heard the first bolt on the door snap. Swearing she kicked over the can of gasoline she kept for this eventuality then pulled the pin on the incendiary grenade she'd stolen from an arms dealer. Tossing it into the pantry and closing the door to insure the samples and files didn't fall into the wrong hands she slipped out the window.
The building didn't have a fire-escape but it was close enough to the building next to it that she could climb up onto the roof and jump across. She knew that one would be being watched so she crossed onto several more buildings before sliding down a fire-escape and blending into the streets. She felt naked forced to wear her normal face in public but until she got to one of her other safe houses she didn't have much choice. FUCK! She'd been too careless and Bear had found her. She recognised some of those men from when she'd been Bear's plaything, although of course she'd actually been the one playing Bear. As a fire engine went screaming past Abigail gritted her teeth. This had to stop. How though? She wasn't a killer. Then she remembered something. Wasn't Bear in some kind of fight-ring with the Emerald Snakes? And Abigail had blackmail on one of the Snake's fighters, called himself Jet Viper. She started to smile as a plan formed in her mind...
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Apr 7, 2017 12:08:36 GMT
Cleo makes a small huff of amusement. Tomo is always surprisingly romantic, although sometimes in the oddest of ways. She remembers the time Tomo wasted a hell of a lot of ammo to shoot the words 'I <3 you.' into the wall of a warehouse the two cleared out while Sera was watching the security cameras. She scolded Tomo lightly for wasting time and ammo, but the duo both knew that she liked that.
She watches the delivery men start to bring in the new furniture and Tomo order them around a little to put this here and that there. Two men are having a difficult time getting a table through the narrow door. To their credit, you would need to hold it at a very awkward angle to just fit it through. She can't take it anymore of the embarrassing display before opening her mouth. "Turn it slightly sideways and pivot!" she shouts the advice over the room. The duo glance at her and with a nod follow the advice, a few slow and careful movements later and the table is in. She would have came over and brought the thing in herself, but the wood it is made of looks far too heavy for somebody her size and she doesn't want her Strength to be openly displayed. She did enough of that last night and it already raised a few eyebrows she is guessing.
She rotates one shoulder agonisingly, the muscles in it feel hard as rock and uncomfortably stiff, they're also making Cleo aware of it every second. Painkillers didn't do shit to help any of that. Sera comes back over and takes a seat, looking a bit relieved that she didn't have to experience a mockery of a slow dance to unwitting music. She turns to Cleo with concern. "You feeling okay? Not meaning to sound rude but you look awful." She says quietly. Cleo stretches her shoulder a bit before responding. "I'll be fine. Too much exertion yesterday. Might be a wise idea to find a place for a massage though."
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Post by Hunter on Apr 8, 2017 23:32:00 GMT
"Hey I know the perfect woman for that." Tomo chides in, twirling around one of the new pool cues the guys just delivered; She explain herself as she remark the girls puzzled look. "What ? Sera give the best kind of massages, right lover ?" Sera's cheeks grow red as she mumbles that it's private matters and that Cleo is clearly not interested to know about it, wich is probably the case. Tomo laughs heartily before hugging her blushing girlriend. "Right, right, sorry. I couldn't pass on that one, you're too cute when you are embarrassed. But speaking of nice massages, I'm sure that girl from yesterday could be the perfect one for you Cleo, what's her name anyway ? I'm sure she told you when she was sitting here." Tomo leans against the wooden cue with a smug face, her gaydar was sure about that woman, she clearly had it for her friend.
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Sin City.
Apr 12, 2017 16:17:39 GMT
via mobile
Post by DodoDestroyer on Apr 12, 2017 16:17:39 GMT
Cleo rolls her eyes at Tomo's teasing and looks at her with a bored expression. "Her name is Jane. And no, I doubt that highly." she says in her usual dry tone. "Hell, I think that will be the last we see of her. She comes to a bar only to end up in the middle of a huge fight and then arrested." That seems like the most likely scenario. It wasn't the best first impression the Rolling Thunder has delivered to strangers, in fact it was probably the worst she's seen during her time here. Though a part of her wonders if they will cross paths again, almost hoping for it. Regardless, Cleo doesn't count on that. Far more important things to worry about.
"And what exactly do you mean by the 'perfect one'?" She says in suspicion, crossing her arms over her chest. She can almost see the countless theories and predictions forming in her friend's mind. "I don't believe you're referring only to a massage..."
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