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Post by Hunter on Apr 12, 2017 21:23:59 GMT
"I am referring to massage ! Who do you take me for ? And in front of Sera at that. It's nice to know that you trust me on that matter Cleo..." Tomo feigns pain as she supports herself on the cue. "Besides, that's a guy who gives them so you don't have to worry about me running off with someone else." She raises her hand to swear that she tells the truth. "What I mean by the perfect one is that he got golden fingers, one session with him and you feel like you slept for weeks." Some more time pass as the guys put the furnitures in place, ordered by drill instructor Tomo much to their despair, everything have to be in the exact same spot as last night. As soon as the last chair is in place the guys are gone, saying that they will check things with Maggie. The Rolling Thunder fall silent again as Sera is typing away on her laptop while Cleo clean the counter they leet Tomo on her own as she paces around the room aimlessly and visibly bored.
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Post by Alexodia on Apr 14, 2017 23:07:34 GMT
She'd be lying if she said that she wasn't slightly nervous, but in all fairness, she hadn't done this that much; usually this wasn't her job. She'd been on these types of...excursions before, but only twice, and the second time was just as backup in case the men in question decided to try and take liberties with Claudia like they'd tried to last time. Claudia was lucky that she could more than take care of herself with less than three guys, but any more than that now, and suddenly she was summoned for bodyguard duty. It wasn't like she minded, but it didn't stop it from being an inconvenience. Similar thoughts consistently ran through her head when she rounded corners and headed down alleyways in order to get to the destination on the paper that Teddy had given her; roughly ten minutes away, but ten minutes could seem like such a long time when you'd had a night that lasted a fucking eternity. It didn't take a gratuitous amount of time, regardless; it was a wonder what headphones could do to kill the time, she mused as she turned a corner and continued to walk down the road. It was strange, however, how...familiar this road seemed to look. Her eyebrows furrowed as she walked down the pavement and mused on last night; walking from the actual circuit meant she had to walk in a whole different direction, but she still had the nagging feeling that she'd been here nonetheless, even though she couldn't actually recall it. Perhaps the memory had vanished from her head, like so many others, but with those, she didn't feel a sense of deja vu; they simply vanished. Places often looked different bathed in sunlight as opposed to dark, but she hadn't really walked down a road similar to this in the dark, she mused as she crossed the road, giving quick glances both ways before heading over to the other side, preparing to turn the corner once more. At least, not since last night. Although that was just her being overly paranoid, thinking up connections that weren't there. Firmly putting those thoughts to the back of her head as her phone began to buzz to let her know that she was close. There was no way that that was the case. Until she rounded the corner and spotted the exact bar that she had unfortunately trashed last night sitting pretty on the street, the lights down from the daylight and no visible cars or bikes anywhere near it. Her eyes widened slightly as she checked her phone once more to make sure, only to receive glaring confirmation. Her eyes closed in frustration.
"Son..." she began slowly, speaking under her breath with the calmest voice that she could muster. "...of a motherfucking, cock-" she stopped herself quickly, knowing that if she started down that road, she wouldn't stop for at least a good thirty seconds. Of course this was the place. Of course this HAD to be the place that Teddy sent her to, and the place that suddenly wanted in on the circuit. If she was suspicious before, then she was quintuply so now; it couldn't be a coincidence that this bar, housing the freakishly strong bartender, wanted in on the fighting, and knew to contact the only director of it that had a tie to her. It was rather arrogant to think that she may be involved in the intentions of whomever wanted in on the circuit, but she wasn't presuming anything, and she wasn't likely to rule anything out. Either way, she had a job to do, and she was damned if she was going to leave here with it unfinished. Gritting her teeth and opening her eyes once more, she headed across the road towards the bar, preparing for whatever or whomever was inside. There was only one person that may or may not be inside that she wasn't utterly dismissive of, but it didn't mean that she would present that much of a challenge. It never did well to assume her victory, but past experience had allowed her some leeway. She didn't let her guard down as she crossed the road, and she refused to as she walked up to the threshold of the establishment, but it occurred to her that she may be overthinking this.
There was no guarantee that anybody from last night would be in there; there was still the extremely likely possibility that nobody was in there at all. The place was trashed only last night, after all; they wouldn't be opening for a long time. Then again, it was a biker bar, so maybe they'd only be closed for about a week or two. Still, she held out hope that she could return to Teddy with justified empty hands, rather than simply ordinary empty hands that would have resulted from inaction. Steeling herself and heading towards the entrance, she remained optimistic as she gently pushed the door open to see the inside of the bar, only to see two people at the bar and another wandering around the room. Three heads all automatically turning towards the opening door would be bad enough, if two of those heads were not the two bartenders from the night before. One of them the hot one that helped subdue the other bikers. Standing tall in the doorway and trying her hardest to marshall her expression and not look like a deer in headlights, she lifted her chin up slightly as she silently and somewhat awkwardly looked from person to person.
"Hello." she began, her tone somewhat sounding overly casual instead of somebody that wasn't slightly nervous about three sets of eyes on her, her British accent cutting through the silence like a knife. "Is...this a bad time?" she asked, her tone genuinely unsure as she cast her eyes around the strangely empty bar, unable to miss some of the head-shaped dents in the wall with her eyebrows raised in inquisitive expectation.
Shit. Now came the worst part.
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Post by Hunter on Apr 15, 2017 8:59:08 GMT
Well well... Seems like Tomo's radar was right once again. Jane was standing there as she watched each girls, time to put the plan in place... "Hey it's our knight in shinning armor !" She strides toward the woman and guide her to the bar. "Don't worry, we were just waiting around but the door is always open to youHey love, this is the one I told you about... Y'know ? Aaaaall of it." Tomo displays her trademark grin to Cleo, she will never hear the end of this one for sure; Sera piped up, a little taken aback from Tomo's bluntness, subtle actions weren't her forte. "H-hi, nice to meet you." She quickly trails of, uneasy from the situation she's in. A stool is offered to the intruder as Tomo goes behind the counter next to Cleo, she liglthy hums one melody as to mock her friend. "Want something ? It's on me, to thank you and apologise from what happenned," She doesn't reveal that they were the reason she got out in the blink of an eye from her cell. "I know it's still early but i think we should got some ligther stuff in the back if you don't want booze. Or did you came for a complete different reason ?"
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Post by Alexodia on Apr 15, 2017 19:01:18 GMT
Nat wasn't entirely sure what reaction that she was expecting when she walked in and saw the three women hanging around the bar, but it certainly wasn't the reaction that she got; being appraised by the one wandering around the bar with an enthusiasm that made her wonder whether she hadn't been forgotten from the previous night. She certainly didn't think that she'd be utterly forgotten from the events of last night, but she was more under the impression that she wouldn't have exactly been a lasting memory for a great deal of time. Being almost herded towards the bar was somewhat strange, but she took it in stride, nonetheless; heading towards the bar with somewhat awkward glances towards the other two women that were both fixing her with different looks, she pointedly kept her gaze forward. Nodding politely and congenially towards the somewhat socially shy seeming woman that almost tried to hide behind her laptop and keeping her gaze carefully neutral at the bluntness of her greeter's words, her gaze almost instinctually went towards the bartender from the night before, managing to catch her only for a split second before she pointedly looked away once more, fixing her gaze back onto the bar as her greeter finished with her address, all three of them waiting for her response. Fighting the urge to swallow, her face automatically morphed into one of hesitant awkwardness, putting on the best face she could.
"Well, that's...somewhat why I'm here." she began, shaking her head slightly at the offered barstool and leaning against the bar, doing her best to keep her gaze and her tone casual despite the awkwardness pressing into her. There was a reason that she didn't do this; she'd never been one for talking. Maybe she was in the past, but she very clearly wasn't anymore. "Given that the last time I was here, I kind of..." she trailed off, looking around the bar with a raised eyebrow, before turning back to the group. "...trashed your bar the last time I was here. Apologies are...appreciated, but they aren't exactly warranted, since I'm the one that started it all. So, I suppose it's my responsibility to apologise to you." she continued, doing her best to smile and look apologetic for the incident. She wouldn't be surprised if it came off a bit self-deprecating, but it would do the job regardless.
All the while, she kept her somewhat appraising gaze scanning the three of them; usually, this would be the point whereupon she started to do her job, but given recent events, she was rather thankful that her job had been done for her, in a sense. She'd managed to get quite a good look at two of the three women last night, and the third one seemed much more at home behind a computer screen than in a fighting circuit, so she wasn't holding out much hope for her. The one that had greeted her seemed rather physically adept; not one that most would wish to meet behind a back alley, but if last night was any indication, she wasn't greatly proficient at hand to hand combat. The bartender and herself had to get her out of a sticky situation, after all, but that only left one. The bartender. She'd automatically cast several glances over at the bartender during her thought process, and some of those looks had just been instinctual in and of themselves. The bartender seemed even more physically adept than the other, and she'd certainly managed to see her in action. But whether she was involved or not, the freakish strength that she exhibited certainly more on edge than usual. There was still the fact that she was quite good-looking, though; she hated that that her mind had deigned to assign such a focus onto that one aspect, but then her mind tossed back to the fact that she hadn't done anything in a while. Fighting the urge to groan in frustration and curse her brain, she pushed it to the side as she fixed her focus back on the group.
"I have to admit that I'm not used to destroying bars in such a manner; I've been in bar fights before, but none as...intense as the one in question. Not to sound like a concerned mother, but I felt I'd be remiss if I simply left you to your devices. Not to say that you couldn't handle it on your own, but-" she continued, sounding slightly flustered before she stopped, trailing off and stammering slightly before she emphatically held her head high, raising her eyebrow in slight awkwardness. Maybe she could use a drink. It was extremely early in the afternoon, after all, but that clearly didn't stop her from being an uncoordinated dumbass. Shame that her physical expertise didn't translate into her social skills.
If she ever found whomever made her the way she was, maybe she could look into that before she killed them with her bare hands.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Apr 18, 2017 20:14:39 GMT
Cleo fights the urge to roll her eyes when Tomo drags Jane over to the counter. Though it has peaked her curiosity. Why did she come back? Most would just turn away and avoid the place after such a chaotic event. Bar fights are common in plenty of places around Sin City, but you certainly wouldn't want to return to one where you had a hand in causing an all out brawl which brought the police to doorstep too... Her memory of the night before is fuzzy, but she is sure Jane apologised then and was willing to help clear up after some encouraging prompt... Cleo wonders if she is one of those who feels to repay more than they owe, or is here for other reasons...
Regardless, her face brightens ever so slightly in amusement at her flustered and somewhat awkward words. She never really pinned her as somebody who easily muddled up and stammered their words in conversation, even an awkward one. She just seemed to have an air of confidence, Cleo would dare say possible arrogance. Perhaps that was only there when she was in the thrill of something she enjoyed... Which turns out to be knocking teeth out of biker's mouths with her fists. She seems more human that way, having a weakness of sorts even if it's something minor like frontal conversation.
"You're no good with conversations like this, are you?" Cleo interrupts bluntly. She decides to put her out of her misery with the struggle she is going through. She sips her glass of water while looking around the place, most focused on the new furniture. She wonders how Margaret can find the stuff, the people to haul it and the speed to have it all brought in the day after destruction, though there are many things she is unaware of her landlord/boss, maybe that's for the best too. Everybody has their mysteries. Speaking of which, Jane is a complete mystery herself. Cleo never heard of this woman before, now she's showing up and raising hell like it's a spectacular show and all she knows is a name and the passion for a fight. It makes her wonder if she will find more about it her.
"No need to apologise. Like I said many times to you, happens a lot. We got all the new stuff shipped in and the blood and alcohol is all clear." Cleo says with a shrug, which makes her wince slightly and rotate her shoulder until it feels more comfortable. Great, even the smallest of movements causes her muscles to complain...
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jackygirl
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Post by jackygirl on Apr 26, 2017 8:25:28 GMT
Jet Viper looked pleasingly terrified when the prostitute who'd tied him down morphed into Abigail's grinning face. "Oh not this bitch!" He yelped trying to escape. "Ah don't be like that Billy." Jet groaned only Abigail knew his real name he told everyone else he came from China but really he was a mixed-race kid from England. "I just need a favour..." Abigail grinned nastily. "So you know that upcoming tournament I hear you're fighting for the Serpent?" Billy tried to shrug but the ropes prevented it. "Yeah so what?" Abigail's grin widened. "See I need in but obviously I wouldn't be able to get within ten miles of the place without an invite which is where you come in..." Jet spat. "You bitch that tournament is mine!" Abigail shook her head and tutted. "Now, now Jet you wouldn't want your boss finding out about you and his wife?"
Five minutes later someone wearing Jet's face sauntered out of the brothel. "Well now time for some good old fashioned vengeance."
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