[16-03:47] 7c5, *Walter Saint : *fade or pause?*
[16-03:48] 7c5, *Walter Saint : *well also has to go so, supposes pause*
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[16-06:35] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: (Heylo, registration is in the mail)
[16-10:00] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: (Test)
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[16-10:39] 079, *Harmonia : ((your pic is Darren Hayes, isn't it?))
[16-10:40] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: ((Yep, from Savage Garden. I have another one that I use as well))
[16-10:40] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: ((They're my favorite band, I'd dare to say. A shame they broke up))
[16-10:41] 079, *Harmonia : ((it is a shame that they broek up, but his cd is a very good one))
[16-10:42] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: ((Yeah, I love his voice. Insatiable is great. I'm glad I found another fan))
[16-10:43] 079, *Harmonia : ((always a good thing. So would you like to rp? Granted my character is a vampire))
[16-10:46] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: ((I'd love to))
[16-10:48] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: *In the basement of his small-time bar, near the corner of two rather run-down streets in a section of town where Police dare to travel. Boxes and crates line the walls behind a makeshift counter, and he seems to be working on a small project of sorts with a shot-gun, shortening the barrel with a hacksaw while it is held in the grip of a vice. He sets his tools down and gives it a rest, taking the stairs two at a time until he emerges from a doorway behind the bar. No customers yet. He emits a beleagured sigh and straightens the bottles of varied liquor*
[16-10:50] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: *The Bar's name is simply "The Depot", and it is more of a cover than a bar. A place where any in need of weapons or hospice can come to do business. Nikolai is a man in his late twenties with youthful looks and feathery black hair. His face is sharp and chiselled, and his clothing is a simple burgundy dress shirt over a pair of dark cargo trousers*
[16-10:51] 079, *Harmonia : *she'll step into The Depot, it being just after dusk and look around* Not bad....kind of small
[16-10:51] 079, *Harmonia : ((*kicks Icon*))
[16-10:52] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: I just opened yesterday. All of my things are moved in. *Gestures towards a stool* Have a seat. *His voice is gravelled and low, touched by a faint, guttural russian accent. One would get the impression that he speaks his syllables with stones in his mouth*
[16-10:54] 079, *Harmonia : *she'll sit down and smile* Not that bad for just opening in town. *she'll extend her hand to him* I'm Harmonia, I own the bar called "Before the Dawn"
[16-10:55] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: Ahh, a rival businesswoman I see. *He extends his hand and takes hers, shaking it affably* What brings you to this side of town? *He pulls a double-shot glass from behind the counter* And what will you have to drink?
[16-10:59] 079, *Harmonia : *she'll smile at him, lucky for him she had just fed on a NPC on the street* Some Jack Daniels would be nice. And as for being on this side of the town, just looking around.
[16-11:00] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: I am Nikolai Drakov, by the way. I would hope not to compete with your business, being as I am so small here. *Gestures to the small bar area, a shotgun beneath the counter only a few short inches from his thigh. Reserved for foolish robbers*
[16-11:02] 079, *Harmonia : Nice to meet you Nikolai. And do not worry, I do not think that we will be competing. I am on the opposite side of town actually, so you need not fear any competition from me
[16-11:05] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: We can be fine friends, without competitive ties, then. I am a poor businessman. *He pours a double-shot of Jack Daniels into the glass for her and leans back, folding both arms across his chest with a white towel over one shoulder*
[16-11:06] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: In fact, you would be my first customer.
[16-11:08] 079, *Harmonia : *she smiles and raises her glass to him* Well that that is a good news. *she'll knock back the shot and sit it back down upon the bar, she'll close her eyes for a moment then look at him, the drink not seeming to have affected her slightly*
[16-11:10] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: You can hold your liquor, I see. *He moves to pour her another unless she indicates that she's had enough* I am looking to expand my business, in fact. What other ties do you have? Any side businesses?
[16-11:11] 079, *Harmonia : The only other side business I have is that I rent some rooms above my bar to people
[16-11:15] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: *Nods with an empathic look* If only this place was large enough, and if only my bank account was thick enough, I would most likely do the same. Tell me of yourself, Harmonia. What drives and motivates you? I've been living in America for most of my life, and yet still, the people of this country confuse me. My parents raised me in a different manner, I suppose.
[16-11:17] 079, *Harmonia : My family, or what is left of my family, motivates me. Also I want to help out my friends when I can. I was born and raised here also, but my parents raised me like they were raised, to work for everythign and never give up until you have what you want. How did your parents raise you?
[16-11:20] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: My father and mother were gypsies. We travelled quite a bit. Honor to one's family and close friends is one of the many virtues they taught me. Unfortunately, it is one of the few virtues I retained as well. *Slides a pair of dark lavender shaded spectacles with small, circular rims across the bridge of his nose* You say that your family has been depleted somehow? Was it a tragedy, of sorts?
[16-11:22] 079, *Harmonia : My parents were murder when I was younger
[16-11:23] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: I am sorry to hear that. Loss is never easy to deal with. *He pours her a third glass* This one is on me. I can, unfortunately, relate to losing a loved one. Five years ago, my wife was killed in an auto accident on the Los Angeles Freeway not far from here.
[16-11:27] 079, *Harmonia : *she'll take the glass and knock it back again. she'll look at him* That must have been very hard on you. I am sorry that is a loss you had to deal with
[16-11:30] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: These things happen. You know it well, I am sure. Do you remember much of your parents, or were you too young?
[16-11:31] 079, *Harmonia : No, I remember every moment I spent with my parents. I remember the fun times and the hard times. They were murdered when I was 19
[16-11:33] 9e6, ºEnvy: (Nikolai. I'm going to reg you right now, so prepare for a booting)
[16-11:34] 079, *Harmonia : ((*pokes Envy* Hey you))
[16-11:35] 41a, Nikolai Drakov: *Glances out the door of his bar* A pleasant night tonight. *Pours a drink for himself and tosses it back effortlessly with a light wince. He smoothly changes subjects* When did you open your tavern?
[16-11:36] 9e6, ºEnvy: *tickles Harmonia then shushes the oocness*
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[16-11:37] 079, *Harmonia : My parents owned the bar, so I don't even know how long it's been open, but I have owned it for about 5 years. ((*is tickled and laughs.Then quites OOCness))
[16-11:39] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : Inheritance. *Nods contemplatively* It seems I some of my drinks will be going to waste. Unless you plan on coming here every night and paying for them all. Perhaps you would allow me to put up a poster in your tavern, to let people know that I am here, if they are travelling through the area. I look for a specific type of customer, at any rate.
[16-11:39] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : I = that (Wonder how that happened, hehe))
[16-11:40] 079, *Harmonia : *she thinks for a moment and nods* I see no problem with it. You are welcome to stop by my var anytime
[16-11:44] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : ((Sorreh, gotta run for a while)) It is mutual, you are more than welcome here. *Two men in leather jackets burst in at that moment, dragging a half-conscious man in with them. They speak in angered Russian syllables to Nikolai, who, after a moment of silence, gestures to the door behind the bar. The two men drag the wounded combatant back there, kicking and screaming. Punches and kicks are soon heard, muffled through the wooden door* I apologize. You should not had to have seen that. All drinks are on the house, but I must bid you farewell, my dear comrade. Your company was the most pleasurable thing I have experienced all week. *He bows his head respectfully to her, grabs the shotgun from behind the bar, and dissapears through the door*
[16-11:45] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Soon after, a muffled scream and a shotgun blast are heard, along with heavy russian vulgarities*
[16-11:46] 079, *Harmonia : *she blinks at this slightly and nods at him. Before she leaves she hears the scream and she'll shake her head slight. She'll stand and head back to her bar* ((has to go now to babysit.......yay, kids......*hugs for all*))
[16-11:46] 9e6, ºEnvy: *does love the Russian peace keeping system!*
[16-11:47] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : ((Take care! =D And thank you very much, Envy))
[16-11:48] 9e6, ºEnvy: peace out kiddies!
[16-11:55] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : ((Ok, "The Depot" post is up. Now I gotta run =D Sorreh, take care both of you, and thanks for the RP!))
[16-12:44] 9e6, ºEnvy: *whistles and makes a new character since she's finally inspired*
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[16-12:49] 9e6, ºEnvy: muahahaha!
[16-12:50] 221, Street Urchin: You should register me. :P
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[16-12:50] 9e6, ºEnvy: Already did, street urchin!
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[16-12:51] 221, *Cookie Monster: You're five kinds of awesome, you know that?
[16-12:52] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((COOKIE!))
[16-12:52] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Snugs her husband*))
[16-12:52] 9e6, ºEnvy: Yes... as a matter of fact, I do.
[16-12:54] 9e6, ºEnvy: *snickers* I knew it! Cookie, you whore
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[16-12:55] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((Cookie's been my husband for a zillion years!))
[16-12:55] NICK: Rowena Michaels changed nick to Special K.
[16-12:55] 5d0, Special K: ((*Tackles him*))
[16-12:57] 221, *Cookie Monster: *hugs... then hides*
[16-12:58] 5d0, Special K: ((*Hides with, whilst doing naughty things!!*))
[16-12:58] 9e6, ºEnvy: *wiggles some fingers at Jayde* Hey girlie.
[16-13:00] 221, *Cookie Monster: *hides with Envy too*
[16-13:00] 5d0, Special K: ((*Dances about* We're so sorry uncle albert but we haven't done a thing all day))
[16-13:01] 5d0, Special K: *GASP!* My husband! And my best friend!
[16-13:01] 9e6, ºEnvy: pft... you never married me *doesn't mess around with other people's husbands*
[16-13:02] 5d0, Special K: *Marries Best Friend Madi*
[16-13:02] 9e6, ºEnvy: *isn't the marraige type*
[16-13:03] 5d0, Special K: *Is brokenhearted*
[16-13:06] 9e6, ºEnvy: *is too in love with herself to commit to anyone else : P *
[16-13:07] 5d0, Special K: *L*
[16-13:08] 221, *Cookie Monster: *is too in love with Envy to think straight*
[16-13:08] 5d0, Special K: Nooooooooo!!!!
[16-13:10] 9e6, ºEnvy: *licks the cookie head and gives him a fruit roll up*
[16-13:10] 5d0, Special K: *Commits suicide*
[16-13:12] 221, *Cookie Monster: *snuggles up with Envy and his dead wife*
[16-13:16] 9e6, ºEnvy: brb... I need some lunch
[16-13:20] 9e6, ºEnvy: I'm baaccck *turns up The Distillers really loud* oh how I love my Brody
[16-13:23] 83c, *Jayde: *just lurks about as she wakes up*
[16-13:24] 9e6, ºEnvy: *gives Jayde a bite of her corn dog... breakfast of champions*
[16-13:24] 83c, *Jayde: *adjusts color and all that*
[16-13:24] 83c, *Jayde: *adjusts again*
[16-13:27] 9e6, ºEnvy: *pokes at the cookie monster* Workin' hard over there?
[16-13:29] 221, *Cookie Monster: Workin' hard or hardly workin?
[16-13:29] 221, *Cookie Monster: :P. I'm looking at some comics that might give me ideas.
[16-13:32] 5d0, Special K: *Munches*
[16-13:34] 5d0, Special K: Mmm.... pepperoni....
[16-13:36] 9e6, ºEnvy: gross *gag*
[16-13:36] 5d0, Special K: *Slap* silence, biotch! Pepperoni > all!
[16-13:38] 9e6, ºEnvy: *stuffs Mischa's head down the toilet and flushes* tell me to be silent, will ya!
[16-13:38] 5d0, Special K: *Evades, as she is just that damned good*
[16-13:39] 5d0, Special K: *Duct-tapes Madi's face*
[16-13:39] 9e6, ºEnvy: *is a master swirlie giver... there is no evadind*
[16-13:42] 5d0, Special K: *Is swirlie-proof*
[16-13:43] 9e6, ºEnvy: LOL do you put that on your resume 'great with people, work well under pressure, swirlie proof'
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[16-13:52] 9e6, ºEnvy: Oh thank heavens *collapses on her Madame* Someone to be nice to me
[16-13:53] 83c, *Jayde: lol
[16-13:54] 143, ºLAMadame: I love you too much not to be nice! *supports her Envy and cuddles* I must warn you, I'm not sure if I have a lot of time. Depends on my baby-doll.
[16-13:55] 5d0, Special K: *Sighs and curls up in a little lonely ball*
[16-13:55] 9e6, ºEnvy: That kid is just lucky that he's absolutely beautiful... he sure does take a lot of you away from me.
[16-13:57] 143, ºLAMadame: He takes a lot of ME away from me! *laughs* I just hope once he's able to entertain himself I'll be able to be around more - though that's probably a good eight months away. But inbetween then, we'll be so close! I swear I'm going to visit you as often as you'll let me.
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[16-14:02] 9e6, ºEnvy: I'm moving out and getting two jobs and an apartment JUST to have a guest room for you.
[16-14:02] 9e6, ºEnvy: I'm moving out and getting two jobs and an apartment JUST to have a guest room for you.
[16-14:02] 9e6, ºEnvy: *loves it when the page makes me refresh right when I post*
[16-14:03] 5d0, Special Effing K: *saw that*
[16-14:03] 143, ºLAMadame: *laughs and kisses all over* You better not do that. You better stay put and finish your school. *le sigh* I'll get back to school someday! If I come and see you, I will find a cheap, skeezy motel, that has suspiscious dark stains on the wall.
[16-14:04] 9e6, ºEnvy: no way are you staying in some place so exciting without me, homegirl
[16-14:05] 5d0, Special Effing K: *Sighs*
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[16-14:06] 143, ºLAMadame: Well, who said I wouldn't let you crash with me, G? *ponders* Did you know in Oakland CA in '97 they were trying to get ebonics taught as a second language? You know, I would have taken it. Seriously.
[16-14:07] 9e6, ºEnvy: oh man, me too! they should. Ebonics is a whole new language *snuggles* You got me straight trippin, boo
[16-14:07] 143, ºLAMadame: I love the 90s! *sings*
[16-14:08] 143, ºLAMadame: I don't even know that much. I really don't. *sigh* Fo'shizzle, is what I know.
[16-14:08] 9e6, ºEnvy: So how would everyone feel about getting into character?
[16-14:08] 143, ºLAMadame: I'd feel great about it! *hoppity hop hop*
[16-14:09] 9e6, ºEnvy: *pokes around for Jayde* and you? Are you awake yet?
[16-14:11] 9e6, ºEnvy: but I'll have to brb in 2 seconds.
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[16-14:15] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Emerges from the backroom of the Depot, stepping out behind the bar and straightening the varied bottles of alcohol and liquor that line the glossed wooden shelves. He glances towards the entrance, seeing no new customers*
[16-14:17] MSG: Cookie Monster sent a message to Nikolai Drakov.
[16-14:18] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Two men enter the bar area from the backroom behind him as well, carrying something large in a thick burlap sack. A few words in russian are exchanged, and they head out to a BMW parked across the street while Nikolai remains behind. He gives them a farewell wave as they drive off*
[16-14:18] MSG: Nikolai Drakov sent a message to Cookie Monster.
[16-14:19] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: *she closes her in-town apartment door behind her and steps. Mid-day sun beats down on her black head, but it's tolerable thanks to the Santa Anna Winds. She's dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt with a bag of other clothes slung over her shoulder. She makes her way back to the Club; bills to pay, people to write, and assholes to ward off*
[16-14:20] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: (and takes the iron steps down two flights* ...how'd i forget all that? bah.)
[16-14:21] MSG: Cookie Monster sent a message to Nikolai Drakov.
[16-14:22] MSG: Cookie Monster sent a message to Nikolai Drakov.
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[16-14:22] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *He looks to be in his mid-twenties with feathery, dishevelled black hair and a sharp, somewhat youthful face. He is dressed in a simple black sleeveless shirt and a pair of dark grey denim jeans with the ankle-cuffs rolled up to reveal a pair of heavy black leather engineer boots. A tattoo of writhing black flame ascends the slope of his bicep, and a brass ring dangles from his left ear*
[16-14:22] c36, Street Urchin: who do i go to ta get registerd
[16-14:23] MSG: Nikolai Drakov sent a message to Cookie Monster.
[16-14:23] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : (Right bicep)
[16-14:24] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *the limo drops her halfway between her apartment building and the Bush. She didn't want it to be known where she lived and she had to pick up her check anyway. The senator, upon her demand, had paid her before hand. It had been her hope that he would fall asleep after half an hour and she could leave without him knowing... but she hadn't been so lucky this time. She's in baggy cargo pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, completely camouflaging any figure that she may have*
[16-14:24] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: (You might try reading the Board, but I can do it if you like. Just need a handle and an e-mail address.)
[16-14:26] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (*flicks Cecile* you post... I'll register.)
[16-14:27] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (there's a link for registering on the board, just copy and paste the info in to the body of an e-mail and ship it off to me)
[16-14:27] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *He reaches beneath the bar counter, securing the sawed-off 12 guage Lupara shotgun and making sure the velcro sticks. Business is slow for him today...Perhaps he could close up shop and leave early*
[16-14:27] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: *reaching the club after a brisk walk, she unlocks the front door and props it open with a brick; anyone who knows anything knows not to enter that opened door unless they work at the Bush or have an appointment with her. She dumps her bag onto the bartop and leans over the top to grab a bottle of gin, a bucket of ice, and a glass before heading up the stairs and to the back of the club to her office. The cleaning crew has been here already, she notes; she's been pleased with this new company. Always ontime, always a great job done*
[16-14:28] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: (*raspberries and hugs* fine fine)
[16-14:28] 143, ºCecile DeMornay : (iconage*)
[16-14:28] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *It wouldn't be hard to do. His home was only 30 or so diametric feet from the bar, in the basement. It's a rather luxurious spot, nicer than most apartments, and large enough to accomodate two, or even three if the need arises*
[16-14:31] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *He seizes up the shotgun from beneath the bar and heads into the backroom, leaving a small palmbell for any customers to chime if they come in during his absence. He descends the small flight of wooden stairs into a hallway lit by dim yellow hanging overhead bulbs. Boxes and crates line either wall. Fifteen feet later, he comes to a two-way junction. To the right, is his living quarters, bedroom, and bathroom. To the left, is his true shop*
[16-14:33] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *walks towards the club at a leisurly pace... the day off... what does one do with a day off? The record store had just fired her for calling in for the billionth time this month. That really did bum her out. She liked that job. Even if it wasn't the one that paid her bills*
[16-14:36] MSG: Cookie Monster sent a message to Cecile Demornay.
[16-14:37] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (cecile had to leave. her baby woke up)
[16-14:38] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Enters his carpeted living room and slides on a straight black leather jacket. Laying the shotgun on his sofa, he grabs a ring of keys and attatches them to his belt, making his way back upstairs. Performing one last quick sweep for customers, he closes shop and locks everything up, settling a thin pair of dark lavender shaded spectacles across the bridge of his nose*
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[16-14:39] 221, *Cookie Monster: ((d'oh))
[16-14:39] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *is currently leaning up against the side of a building, he doesn’t know which one, that wasn’t his problem at the moment. His problem was the rather large gash in his shoulder that he’d done his best to clean up, but he had still lost a lot of blood, and he still had to walk home. The vampire he’d left to die apparently had found a way to survive. He’d gone after it again, falling right into a trap. But he was the only one to walk out, if barley and hours later after he’d regained consciousness. He’d stopped here to catch his breath and concentrate. Even though it was a little warm for it, he had a bit of a heavy jacket on, if only to cover his shoulder. He still had to make it home without anymore trouble*
[16-14:39] 581, *Stoney: (( No chance for lurking with that announcement aye..))
[16-14:39] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : (There, this is the color I was aiming for)
[16-14:41] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (we could tell anyways with your glowing presence *snuggles her little Stoney fellow*)
[16-14:42] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Bumps into Dunstan during his stroll through the city. He takes one look at the man's grevious wounds and falls still with contemplative silence. Finally, he speaks* Do you need a doctor? *His voice is low and thick, accompanied by sharp, guttural syllables that give the impression that he speaks with rocks in his mouth. Undoubtedly Russian, or Ukranian*
[16-14:46] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *manages his best glare to direct at the man when he first bumps into him, trying to pull his jacket closed before the wound is to easily seen, but it’s obvious it’s to late for that He had to get him away as soon as he could so he could continue to make his way home* No. I’ll be fine if you just keep walking.
[16-14:47] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *this time, she notices Dunstan before bashing into him. But she stops a few feet away when the guy bashes into him. She can hear them talking, but can't make out what's going on. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she is kind of glad that she's not the only person that doesn't pay attention and runs into people now and then*
[16-14:47] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Gives an indifferent shrug with both shoulders* I wish you well, then. *Continues on his way through the streets, having no destination inparticular. He was simply fond of his solitude*
[16-14:48] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (*beats the living hell out of her MSN*)
[16-14:50] 581, *Stoney: * Makes his way through the streets and back alley's * Hmm... different
[16-14:51] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *watches the man go, at least that hadn’t ended up being a fight. It wasn’t the kind of trouble he had been expecting, but it was still a kind he couldn’t afford. He couldn’t go to a doctor; there was far too much paper work and other things. He just needed to get home to take care of this. He starts to push himself away from the building, painfully, to start walking again, but freezes when he notices Kailynn. This retreat, which was supposed to be quick without drawing to much attention, wasn’t going well*
[16-14:53] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Pulls a cigarette from behind one ear and tucks it inbetween his lips, lighting it up with a chrome zippo and pausing in his tracks. Exhaling a thin stream of smoke, he starts to rattle off a rather sultry-sounding string of Russian syllables before switching to English* I can help you, you know. If you require aid and wish to not hassle with hospitals. *Hey, it's what he does for a living, afterall. Hospice and amnesty among criminals. He had noted the man's apprehenshion and pause...most other Americans with wounds like that would be crying for their mommies and begging someone to call 911. He respected the man, and so, he offers him his help*
[16-14:55] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *stays where she stood, looking clean, but dressed so that she'll blend in. Her pale mouth opens to say something, but closes again as Nikolai speaks... he probably closer to her now then to Dunstan. Hospital? What did she stumble into?*
[16-14:57] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Glances to Kailynn and slips off his glasses, tucking them into a breast-pocket of his jacket* Are you a friend of his? Or just a caring citizen?
[16-15:00] 798, *Kailynn Benson : Niether *and it's true. She'd sort of met the guy twice... and caring citizens are certainly not common in this city*
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[16-15:01] c5c, Lizzy: (*peeks*)
[16-15:01] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : I can take care of myself *sends and almost exasperated look towards the other man. He wasn’t going to just take an offer from someone who’d just bumped into him on the street, he knew better. For as much as he knew, this was the back up plan just in case he had made it out alive. Someone offers him help, then gets him somewhere secluded where he could be killed. He was not going to risk that He moves to take another step forward, pausing for a moment as that sends a wave of pain through him. He frowns as the man talks to Kailynn. She didn’t need to get involved in this , hopefully she would know enough to walk away now*
[16-15:01] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (*waves crazily to Lizzy*)
[16-15:02] c5c, Lizzy: (*giggles and waves back like a nut case*)
[16-15:03] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : Well, he is an independent sort. I am certain he will find a doctor on his own. *He sounds unconvinced, but there isn't much more he can do* Well, I wish the both of you luck. If you change your mind, *Speaking to Dunstan* My bar is just a ways up the street from here. I can be found there, with a bed for you to rest upon and plenty of liquor to dull the pain of your wounds.
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[16-15:08] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *narrows her eyes as she looks at Nikolai, not with hostility, but with curiosity. What was this? Some kind of Russian cowboy* He's my uncle. He's a little *touches her temple*... but we don't like to talk about it. He ran off last night and we've been looking everywhere for him. *walks with long strides past Nikolai, touching Dunstan on the arm that doesn't seem to cause him pain* What have we told you about running off?
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[16-15:10] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair* I have a soft spot for caring families. This is a bad neighborhood for him to be in...I will take him in, but my doctor friend will undoubtedly ask for money in return for health services.
[16-15:12] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *blinks, completely caught off guard by what she’s doing. This was a bad idea, his instincts were telling him to find a way out of here…but he was in to much pain and his mind was to muddle to think of what to do, so he just stares at Kailynn* I need to get home…
[16-15:15] 798, *Kailynn Benson : I know Uncle John *she lies beautifully and without flaw or pause. One of the tricks of the trade* Thank you, Mr., but he has a home.
[16-15:15] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *His eyes dart from one to the other. It seemed unlikely, and he didn't quite believe them, but still, lending aid to a man like this would make him a bit of profit. If he refused to pay, then the doctor would simply bring over a few thugs and they would blast his skull apart with a 12 ga. like they did with the last unfortunate soul who trifled with the Russian Mafia. Of course, Nikolai was an independent, but they support his business, and often end up bringing a lot of their mess onto his doorstep*
[16-15:17] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *He rolls his eyes with discontent at the thought of having to clean out his bathtub yet again* Come, Johnathan. We will get you safe and healthy soon enough, I promise. *He says in his thick, Guttural Russian tones, kneeling and helping the man to his feet with Kailynn's help. She was a talented liar, and he was half-ready to believe her story. But, it didn't really matter at this point*
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[16-15:20] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *yanks his arm away from the other man, only managing to fall back again, but he didn’t want him touching him* Stay away from me *he is getting more and more agitated, seeing a plot to kill him where they very well may not be, but he doesn’t know what else to think*
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[16-15:21] 798, ºEnvy: Hey... *her eyes shoot to Nikolai. Such a pale green that they seem to blaze when she's angry* I said I had it under control, alright? Now back off before I call the cops.
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[16-15:23] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Ceases giving his aid and takes a step back at Kailynn's exclamation* If you wish. I hope someone in your household is a doctor. *He bows his head respectfully* Do take care.
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[16-15:25] 221, *Damali Aloula: ((there!))
[16-15:26] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Departs at a slow pace, coming to the glass front door of his bar an unlocking it with a key on the ring at his belt. He steps inside and leaves the door ajar for any customers. Removing his jacket, he makes his way behind the counter and heads downstairs. Taking the left branch at the junction, he opens a first-aid kit and reaches inside, pulling out a small, pre-prepared syringe filled with amber fluid of some kind. Wrapping an elastic band about his upper bicep, he flexes and tenses his fist until the veins are prominent enough for a quick injection. The needle-marks are hidden by the black tattoo, fortunately. Especially since he was fond of sleeveless black shirts*
[16-15:26] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : and*
[16-15:27] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *it really didn't bother her except for when he kept pushing. What if this really had been her uncle? That kind of intrusion would have pissed her off, even if it was with good intentions. Only when he's out of sight to her eyes return to Dunstan* You look like hell.
[16-15:28] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *He injects the narcotic into his bloodstream and begins to twitch convulsively, almost losing balance and falling to the floor. His vision becomes awashed with color and sensation, and reality blends itself into the world of his own imagination. He withdraws the needle and unties the elastic band, holding a cotton swab over his bleeding vein. Grabbing a sawed-off twelve guage pump action shotgun from a shelf, he makes his way back upstairs and deposits the weapon beneath the bar. The world dips and trembles before him in slow motion as the drugs take effect. This was, really, the only time he truly felt alive*
[16-15:29] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (Russin junkie.... *swoons* don't get much more perfect than that!)
[16-15:29] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *watches Nikolai to leave, allowing his eyes to close for a moment in relief and opens them again when Kailynn speaks* Thank you, I figured that. I’ll be fine on my own from here *tries to get up and start walking on his own, though he doesn’t succeed as much as he would have liked to considering he has to make it all the way back to his place on his own*
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[16-15:30] c5c, *Nicola Jennings: (*bounces in*)
[16-15:30] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Kicks Nikolai* You are teh sexy from Arcadia!))
[16-15:31] 798, *Kailynn Benson : That sounds great *just stands back, giving him his personal space* How about you let me call you a cab?
[16-15:31] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *He takes a quick peek out the front door and leaves the palmbell for any customers to ring, should they head inside. He wasn't worried about anyone trying to knock him off. Folks in this section knew better...not because of who he was, but because of who supported him. He heads downstairs and into his bathroom, where skull fragments and congealed, coppery red blood marr the inside of a ceramic tub. Several flakes where the buckshot had blasted clean through are visible among the mess. His comrades were so damned sloppy.*
[16-15:31] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : ((Lol, yeah hey there Rowena! Who were you in Arcadia? =D ))
[16-15:32] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *The drugs flowing like pure, beautiful, liquid insanity through his veins, he sets to work on meticulously cleaning the blood and grime from his tub, smoothing over the buckshot holes with plaster and thin cawk*
[16-15:35] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : With a very understanding driver? *looks over at her skeptically, but he wasn’t going to make it back by walking, he wasn’t sure he’d make it to the end of the street* Actually…that probably is a good idea *lets his eyes close again for a moment. A nice long nap seemed like a such a good idea right now, but he had a ways to go before he could allow that*
[16-15:36] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *walks to the side of the street and points to a bench* You can park it right there... and they never pay attention. Can you imagine the kind of crap that they see in this city?
[16-15:38] 221, *Eyad Aloula: *a fat, dark skinned man enters into the bar. He wears a thick black mustach and his entire body seems to define the word greasy. His eyes sparkle with a rather mischevious glint. Walking beside him is a very attractive woman of the same skin complexion as the man, but her hair is an unusualy fiery red. Here eyes have almost the same glint as the man's.* Hmm... where is the bartender I wonder? *he speaks in a definate but not unintelligably thick arab accent*
[16-15:40] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((I'm Evangeline Crowe, Aniline Dinder, and Lydinae in Arcadia.))
[16-15:40] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Finishing with the tub, he whipes a thin sheen of sweat from his brow. Pulling the sleeveless black shirt from the perfect V of his torso, he tosses it into a crumpled heap in the corner of the bathroom. His chest is smooth, expansive and sinewy. His shoulders are broad, and his biceps are thick. His stomach is flat, with grooved musculature and skin that is marred only by the occasional bullet-scar. This was a man who had seen many gunfights and lived to tell of them. The writhing tatoo of tribal fire stretches from his elbow to collar along his right arm, weaving down into the image of a broken heart directly over his trapezius. He heads upstairs as he is, peeking out into the bar and seeing two newcomers*
[16-15:41] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Just behind the 'icky' man and his creepy woman arm candy, a little girl dressed in a white sundress, barefoot with her hair in little pigtails steps into the bar, shuffling around behind them, as the fat man kinda blocks her path.*
[16-15:41] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : I guess *how tired he is starting to creep into his voice as he forces himself to walk over to the bench, ignoring the pain he is in if only to make it to the bench to sit and slump back, trying to think of things other than what is happening now*
[16-15:41] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Thick russian accent* May I help you? *He comes to the bar and rests both palms on it's edge*
[16-15:42] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Slaps that icon up thurr*))
[16-15:42] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Wishes she could find the url for her original cute piccy*))
[16-15:43] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *it doesn't take her too long to hail a cab, granted, it would have taken her less time if she weren't in such baggy clothes. The slimy shallowness of this city never ceases to amaze her. She opens the back door and leans on it, looking back at him* Do you need help up?
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[16-15:45] c5c, *Nicola Jennings: (*kicks her pc...right now to join the fun me thinks)
[16-15:46] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Glances once to the little girl, speaking in a fairly stern but surprisingly compassionate voice. To him, of course, through the veil of drugs, she appears as a phantasm of light in a world of obscurous black* You cannot be in here. And you should not be wandering out there alone, go home. *He turns back to the other two, already feeling the desire for another fix. His eyes dart from Eyad, to the woman at his arm*
[16-15:46] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *was starting to drift off when he heard a voice, and his blinks several times before he sits up and looks at her* No…*tries to stand up and his legs suddenly feel weak, he forgotten how much blood loss could affect someone, but this hadn’t happened to him in a while*…yes.
[16-15:48] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *starts to walk away from the cab. When the cabbie protests, she looks over her shoulder* Oh, shut up. You can wait two goddamned seconds. *She holds one hand out, the other coming to rest on his shoulder* Ready?
[16-15:48] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *She blinks up to Nikolai a moment before moving past the fat man and his woman and climbing up onto a bar stool* I want a glass of milk. *Is just fucking adorable, nobody can deny that.*
[16-15:48] 221, *Jihan Aloula: We would like a drink. Something strong. Neither of us realy care what.
[16-15:48] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *strolls into the bar with a sway to her hips as she walks...some may think she is slightly over dressed for the bar but its what she feels comftable in as her long dress slideds along the cold floor..eyes searching a small smile on her palid face*
[16-15:49] 221, *Jihan Aloula: *the woman gives Nikolai a smile and a good looking over*
[16-15:50] 221, *Jihan Aloula: ((Ni
[16-15:50] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((GAH! This little girl isn't as cute as my original!))
[16-15:51] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Mutters something that most likely was a vulgarity in Russian. He reaches beneath the bar and pours Rowena a double-shot of Tequila, gesturing towards a chair in the corner* This is better than milk. Go sit there and drink this...I will tend to you in a moment. *He turns to the spattering of newcomers, surprised by the sudden burst in business. He pours Jihan and Eyad each a double-shot of Jack Daniels, and puts a couple of dry martinis on their tab for later as well. He glances to Nicola as she enters* What do you want?
[16-15:51] 221, *Eyad Aloula: ((Nickolai: For referance Eyad is the man and will have blue text and Jihan is the woman with red text. Sorry about this.))
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[16-15:51] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *His tone is friendly for the most part. Affable and charismatic, though a bit on the pressured side*
[16-15:51] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : ((Np at all))
[16-15:52] 221, *Eyad Aloula: *the two settle down and take down their drinks slowly*
[16-15:52] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : Yeah * he takes her hand and gets up with her help. It briefly passes through his mind that she didn’t need to do this and what not, or that he shouldn’t have let her help him for whatever reason, but his thoughts are still confused, and he just dismiss them as he concentrates on getting into the cab*
[16-15:52] 221, *Jihan Aloula: ((check))
[16-15:52] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *strolls into the bar with a sway to her hips as she walks...some may think she is slightly over dressed for the bar but its what she feels comftable in as her long dress slideds along the cold floor..eyes searching a small smile on her palid face*(*kicks self for clicking undo*)
[16-15:52] 221, *Jihan Aloula: ((check))
[16-15:53] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *She looks to Nikolai with an odd look*A drink and to relax for five minutes..that ok?*trying to hold back the sarcasm*
[16-15:54] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *She thrusts her bottom lip out and takes the tequila, sniffing at it and sliding off the stool* Okay. *And with that, she skips toward the chair, where she sets the shot down and crawls up onto the chair, legs dangling off and kicking as she picks up the tequila and dips her finger in it, licking it off and making a face* This isn't better than milk...
[16-15:54] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Realizing that he is shirtless, he reaches behind the counter and slides on an extra sleeveless black T-shirt which he had used earlier to conceal the presence of his sawed-off Lupara* By all means, have a seat and relax. What will you have? *He inquires of Nicola, listening to Eyad and Jihan all the while*
[16-15:54] fb7, *Landon Scythe: ((*Test*))
[16-15:56] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *she slids onto a seat admiring the fact Nikalai is partialy naked*hmm you on a silver plate*giggles and shakes he head sorry been a long day..white wine please sweetness..
[16-15:56] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (... are you nuts? Tequilla is WAY better than milk) *helps him get into the cab, then she closes the door and glides around to the other side and gets in. The impatient cabby turns around and askes quite rudely where they intend to go. But as Kailynn doesn't know, she just looks over at him*
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[16-15:57] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((Not to a little kid it isn't. Or an angel, for that matter.))
[16-15:57] 221, *Eyad Aloula: What do you think my dear? The people running around with weapons only carry hand guns and have no training, no cries to God or Allah. Easily sweapt up businesses.
[16-15:58] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : I apologize, but that is one order I could not permit myself to fulfill. *Pulls a glass from behind the counter and fills it with milk from a chilled carton in a small portable icebox. He adds a touch of chocolate to the mix and blends it all up with a coffee straw. Rising to his feet, he tends to Nicola's drink, pouring sparkled white wine into a glass and even swilling it for her, before heading around the bar towards Rowena. He seizes up the double-shot of Tequila, tosses it back effortlessly, and returns to his regular position, listening to the patrons as they enjoy their beverages*
[16-15:58] 221, *Jihan Aloula: *Jihan makes a little pout with lips that seem perfect for the job when Nikolai puts his shirt on* It seems meant for your puproses Eyad. I will miss the suicide bombers though... I almost felt worshiped in their lust for blazing destruction.
[16-15:58] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (*loved whiskey as a small child, never could stand milk.... but was far from an angel, so that makes sense*)
[16-16:00] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Blinks up at Nikolai and tilts her head before looking down at the milk. Mm. Chocolatey. She takes it in both hands and drinks happily, moving back towards the bar with a mustache*
[16-16:00] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *she takes the glass with a little nod of thanks and sips at it..it no were near quenches her thsirt mearly wets her dry throut*
[16-16:01] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : Nyet. *He says simply, gesturing for Rowena to return to the corner table* I should not even be letting you stay here, but something tells me that you have nowhere else to go.
[16-16:02] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *he realizes that he needs to say something and he rattles off his address, it’s in a nicer area of town. He then realizes that Kailynn is in the cab still as it starts to drive, and he turns his head to look at her* Why are you still here?
[16-16:02] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Pours two glasses of water and hands them to Jihan and Eyad in anticipation of when they get to their martinis. Glancing once to Nicola, he pours her a double-shot of icewater as well, sliding it her way*
[16-16:03] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *She blinks and finishes her milk, holding the empty glass up to him* Put it on my tab. *Should he take it, she would start toward the door before blinking, turning back, and running up to give him a five dollar bill and a hug.* Bye. *And with that she's off for the door again*
[16-16:04] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *shrugs lightly. Smirking at the question. It had sure taken him long enough to ask it* Because I don't have anything better to do
[16-16:04] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *she grabs the sliding drink that comes her way and smiles deeply as she polsihes off her wine and sips at the ice water..savouring its icy taste as it slideds down*hmmm....
[16-16:04] 221, *Eyad Aloula: *gives Nikolai a smile thats almost too wide in thanks for the water. Jihan sips her martini and slides her water a little closser to Eyad and a litter farther from herself*
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[16-16:06] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Accepts the bill and tucks it in one pocket, tensing slightly as he is hugged by the vision of innocence: Something that, obviously, is missing from his life, not that he's complaining. He soon finds himself wondering what his daughter might've been like. Such thoughts were dangerous when thought through a haze of narcotics, so he lets it drop and re-fills Nicola's glass of white wine*
[16-16:06] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : Yeah right, I’m positive there has to be something better for you to do. This isn’t exactly…a fun activity *he just keeps talking; it makes it easier to ignore the pain and tiredness in his body. It was a focal point, something he realized he needed at the same time that he wished it was something else*
[16-16:08] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : She smiles as he fills her glaze*You look deep in thought sweetness..somthing on your mind?
[16-16:08] 798, *Kailynn Benson : Actually, other than going to pick up my check, I had absolutely nothing to do. An unpleasant activity is better than no activity. Are you sure that you don't want to go to a hospital? *has yet to ask him what had happened and doesn't plan on it*
[16-16:09] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Walking down the street toward the bar. His hands shoved in his pockets and his shoulders slightly hunched.*
[16-16:10] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : Always. *He says in response to Nicola, glancing quickly to Eyad and Jihan* Business, life, bills, taxes. The usual. *It seems to be quite a bit more than that, but he doesn't let on, occupying himself with the cleaning of a transparent beer mug that someone had left behind*
[16-16:11] 221, *Eyad Aloula: So you realy would prefer to live with a bunch of wild eyed fanatics that think slaughtering the two of us will get them closser to their God?
[16-16:12] 221, *Jihan Aloula: There are those like them in any religion. And no... I just miss the carnage they inflicted when they weren't interested in me.
[16-16:12] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *she raises a little brow*why dont you sit with me and Join me for a quiet drink?
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[16-16:13] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((Test!))
[16-16:14] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : No hospital…I can take care of this at home *isn’t going to elaborate any farther. He has supplies at home he’s pretty sure will help. But mostly he’ll just need time to recover from this. Hopefully no one would come after him during that time*
[16-16:14] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : I would, my love, but I am busy. We can talk as we are. *Pulls a cigarette from behind one ear and tucks it inbetween his lips, pausing to light it with a chrome zippo. Exhaling a thin stream of whispy white smoke, he keeps his hands free, leaning forward on the bar to come face to face with Nicola. Simultaneously, he listens to the conversation adjacent to him. Eyad and Jihan were obviously immigrants, to which he could relate* What is it you would like to know? *He offers her one of his cigarettes, a Russian brand with a generic soviet flag on the front of the pack*
[16-16:17] 798, *Kailynn Benson : If you say so *turns her head and looks out the window. Hey, if he wanted to bleed to death in this cab, or his place... whatever came first, then it wasn't any of her business*
[16-16:17] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *she takes the cig from him gently slipping it between her lips after she speaks*Nothing really I dont often get a chance to speak with other and well you seem like an intresting one*she offers atimidly shy smile the truthwas it was nice to be spoken to and not because of what she was*
[16-16:18] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Once out of the bar, she walks quietly down the side walk, earning glances and smiles from people all around her. She doesn't see them, however. No, her eyes are locked upon the stars with a strange sort of look in her eyes. Homesick.*
[16-16:18] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : I'm a boring person. *He says as a tall Ukranian fellow in a leather jacket approaches from outside. A few words are spoken, in a language meant to be whispered, before Nikolai tilts his head over one shoulder to the door behind him. The Ukranian man heads through and dissapears for a while, emerging shortly after with a small crate. He nods to Nikolai and departs*
[16-16:20] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *Oh now this sparked her curiousety what could be in the crate as she looks it over with an odd look*
[16-16:20] 221, *Jihan Aloula: So, what sort of business are you intending to start from here? The banditry of old isn't going to cut it in the new world.
[16-16:20] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Lights his zippo and holds it out for Nicola, reaching across the bar with one hand to fill both martini glasses for Eyad and Jihan*
[16-16:22] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *leans across the bar and lets the flame lick at her own cig gently inhaling..the nicoteen did nothing for her it was more of a habit than anything else*Im sure there is more t you than your letting on
[16-16:22] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : I do, I’ll be fine. Anything they would do for me at a hospital can be done at home, without the annoying questions *stares forward as the cab drives. He’d been hurt badly before, but it had never taken him this long to get back home, of course he’d never walked into a trap quite so easily like this before*
[16-16:23] 221, *Eyad Aloula: I was thinking perhaps an inn... or what they call them... a motel. Nothing fancy, but something that will keep my cash comming in.
[16-16:24] 221, *Jihan Aloula: *the woman gives Nikolai a look, then glances between him and Nicola, and decides he's not worth trying to fight for him* Don't you mean "our cash?"
[16-16:25] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : I was a mercenary in southeast Asia and Africa for a while, serving Mother Russia's best interests. You might find that interesting, though in truth, it was just a bunch of time sitting around in the middle of nowhere waiting to get shot at.
[16-16:26] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Saunters into the bar. Glancing at the other people before meandering to a table.*
[16-16:26] 221, *Eyad Aloula: *Eyad chuckles and places a hand on Jihan's shoulder* Jihan... you poor girl. You seem to think that because YOU are in debt to ME I should be giving YOU money? hahaha... no.
[16-16:26] 798, *Kailynn Benson : You must live outside the city, then? *is simply noting how far the cab had gone and seems to still be going* You were going to try to walk this?
[16-16:26] 221, *Jihan Aloula: I'm not your slave like Damali, Eyad.
[16-16:28] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Nods toward Landon, as if asking what the hell he would like to drink. His face is a determined scowl at the moment, anti-social, though his voice is contrastingly inviting and affable with a touch of mystique*
[16-16:28] 221, *Eyad Aloula: Of course not. You'll just not be taking any money from my coffers. If it makes you feel any less sore, I'll see to it you have a room to yourself.
[16-16:28] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : Doesnt sound like a hell of a lot of fun to be honest but what ever flouts your boat*she puffs away on the cig taking a sip of wine on occasion...*Im Nicola by the way*holds out her thin pale hand to shake his*
[16-16:28] 221, *Jihan Aloula: Small favors, Eyad. *shrugs him off then downs her martini, then takes Eyad's and downs his*
[16-16:29] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : Nikolai Drakov *He takes Nicola's hand in a succinct but firm shake* I would rather you prattle on about yourself. Most women find that to be a fun pastime. It is far more interesting than hearing of me, at any rate. *He glances towards the door for a moment, leaning back to peer a short ways down the street*
[16-16:30] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Meh. This place dosent suit his fancy...he stands and walks back out of the bar. It seems that whenever he's not playing with the band..everything is boring.*
[16-16:30] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Re-fills Jihan and Eyad's martinis, checking to see how intoxicated they are by now with a quick judgement of the scarlet tint to their cheeks. He speaks to Jihan* You are a talented woman.
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[16-16:31] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : It’s still technically in the city. It’s a newer building is all *looks around, they were close now* And yes, I was going to try. I probably would have failed, but at the time I was going to try *smiles to himself as the cab slows down, stopping outside of a very nice building, about 6 floors and it is newly finished, like he had said* Thankfully there was another option.
[16-16:32] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *she nods gently to his words*Not much to say ..Im a dancer thats my life
[16-16:33] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Just ahead of Landon, a little child is staring up at the stars, when she trips over a crack in the sidewalk and faceplants in the concrete.*
[16-16:34] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : A fine enough profession. Grace, sensuality, sexuality, feminine charm. Strength through fair grace, and power through smooth motion. *He speaks without looking at her, his eyes glued across the street. His sharp, thick accent gives the impression that he speaks with rocks in his mouth*
[16-16:34] fb7, *Landon Scythe : Ooh! Eee. *Is a nice guy...very nice guy he just kinda walks over and picks Rowena up off the ground* You ok sweetheart?
[16-16:34] 221, *Jihan Aloula: ((thank the deity! Someone to keep me from playing with myself!)) *Jihan doesn't seem to be affected at all by her rapid consumption* Which talent are you speaking of?
[16-16:35] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : The talent of consuming alcohol in such quantity and managing somehow to keep your wits, balance, and charisma. *He pivots his head towards Jihan as he speaks, his voice a soft, smouldering, sultry whisper*
[16-16:35] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *pulls leans up and pulls an incredibly huge wad of cash from her back pocket. She throws $40 over the cabbie's shoulder... much better of a tip then she should have left the bastard, but it was a courtesy incase there had been any blood... or any questions. Then she stuffs the wad back into her pocket and gets out of the car, and walks around it to open his door. All of that before answering* A cab is usually a pretty good alternative to walking
[16-16:36] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *She had never thought of it like that but thinks he is just being nice*you looking for something sweetness*said as she watches him looking out the door*
[16-16:36] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Rubs her hands off on her white sundress and sniffles, before showing her palms to Landon, scratched up.* It doesn't feel good....
[16-16:37] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Nods back to Nicola, engaging in two conversations at once with fluent transition* I've some men coming over, a few friends. They're helping me move junk out of the basement.
[16-16:37] JOIN: Marius has entered.
[16-16:37] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Blinks* Well yeah. You just fell down. *Looks around* Arent you a little young to be wandering the streets by yourself?
[16-16:38] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : Ahh would you like a hand with shifting stuff?*she looks as if she may break if she where to lift a glass let alone move boxes and the likes*
[16-16:38] 221, *Jihan Aloula: *Eyad, looking between the two, decides to move over to one of the booths so as to avoid Jihan if she gets... excitable. Jihan smiles to Nikolai, as she's quite fond of flattery. I've had a long while to get used to strong drink.
[16-16:38] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : I like to walk, keeps me in good health *manages a smile as he pulls himself up and out of the car by the doorframe* And usually walking isn’t as difficult as it is at the moment. *he looks up at the building and frowns a bit* I should have gotten a place on the ground floor.
[16-16:39] 725, *Jessica Vaughn: http://img5.photobucket.com/albums/v15/bbcamerican/FionaWelsh.jpg
[16-16:39] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *she stubs out her cig and sips her wine idely knowing at some point she will have to go back to work and is most definalt y not in the mood*
[16-16:40] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : I was goin' back to the bar but I got lost. *She looks down, tears in her eyes*
[16-16:40] 725, *Jessica Vaughn: ((tests))
[16-16:40] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *closes the door and stands next to him, looking up at the building as the cab speeds off* No elevator?
[16-16:41] c36, Marius: ((*peers*))
[16-16:41] fb7, *Landon Scythe : The bar! Where are your parents?
[16-16:41] 725, *Jessica Vaughn: ((*snuggles Moth*))
[16-16:41] 725, *Jessica Vaughn: *A voice comes from behind Landon.* What the hell
[16-16:41] 725, *Jessica Vaughn: *A voice comes from behind Landon.* What the hell
[16-16:41] 725, *Jessica Vaughn: *A voice comes from behind Landon.* What the hell
[16-16:42] c36, Marius: ((*isn't the mothster but finds him quite amusing*))
[16-16:42] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : No, it is fine. Though your offer is appreciated. Some of my friends may love to indulge themselves in your charming company, though. *He glances towards Jihan* Where did you do that? I thought women of your origins did not drink. *He notices Nicola's hesitation, as though there was something she wasn't quite looking forward to in the near future. He pours her a second glass of icewater, and another glass of white wine. If she was what he thought she was, then she would need all the alcohol she could get to make the evening go smoother*
[16-16:42] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : I don't have none. *Turning her big bright eyes upon Landon, she gets a sudden expression of hopefulness* Will you help me go back?
[16-16:43] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Pokes the mothlike person* Who you?))
[16-16:43] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : I think…I’ve never used it. I always take the stairs, run into fewer people that way *starts walking toward the main entrance* I don’t much care to get close to my neighbors.
[16-16:43] 725, *Jessica Vaughn: *A voice comes from behind Landon.* What the hell's a little kid like that doing going to a bar? *Jes is standing there, her hands shoved into her pockets and an incredulous look on her face. She'd seen Rowena fall and had crossed the street to see if she was ok.*
[16-16:43] 221, *Jihan Aloula: Not in public anymore. But I've never been one for dreery customs.
[16-16:44] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Stabs out his cigarette in a crystal ash tray and returns to cleaning glasses*
[16-16:44] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Blinks. Looks over his shoulder.* Uh....I dont know. *Looks back at Rowena.* Wait what? You dont have any parents?
[16-16:44] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Her eyes go huge at the sound of the 'h' word and she stares to Jessica in genuine shock for saying it.* Nuh-uh...
[16-16:45] c36, Marius: ((*is poked.. raises a brow* i am a person interested in playing here))
[16-16:45] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((j00 ish cool then! because all the cool people rp here, yo! ^_^))
[16-16:45] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : She chuckles almost uneasily*Im quiet happy with the company I have at the moment even if I do have to share you*a little wink as she says this..sipping her fresh glass of wine with a smile..it may not make her drunk but hell it hits the spot nicely*
[16-16:46] 725, *Jessica Vaughn: *She doesn't seem to catch that little gasp from the girl, as she had never been one to pay attention to the details. She looks over to Landon, shaking her head once to get a lock of hair from her eyes.* You're not gonna take her back there, are you?
[16-16:47] fb7, *Landon Scythe : Its a bar! No way. *Looks down at Rowena.* Do you uh..have a place to stay?
[16-16:47] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *follows just a step or two behind him* Perhaps now would be a good time to start using it? look... if you think you're going to fall, you can lean on me or something.
[16-16:47] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *To Jihan* Customs and tradition can be pains in the ass. But, occasionally, they have merit. It's all in the personal interpretation, and if it is beneficial to your lifestyle and your choices. *Glances to Nicola with a slight twitch of a smile* Few people have enough of me to share.
[16-16:47] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Yeah. In the bar. They let me sleep upstairs and Walter gives me milk.
[16-16:48] 725, *Jessica Vaughn: *With a sigh, Jes crouches down, glancing up at Landon before looking at Rowena, being sure to make eye contact with the girl.* Hon, you're..what, 4? You can't sleep in a bar.
[16-16:49] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Frowns incredulously and crosses her arms, a defiant little one, but sweet nonetheless* I'm older than you. I'm older than a million.
[16-16:49] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : *She chuckles gently*I see...so when do you get off work?*asked as she trys hard not to smile and look seriase*
[16-16:50] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Crosses his arms and leans against a streetlight. His eyes kinda wander of Jessica. Checking her out. What!?! He's a guy. Give him a break.*
[16-16:50] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *looks at her considering the offer for a moment* I…I need the help, thank you *this just feels so wrong, not only getting help from someone, but someone he hardly knew, but she still knew more about him than most people. He’d been stupid, and this was where it had left him*
[16-16:51] 725, *Jessica Vaughn: Yeah, yeah. And you rode down the street on an invisible dinasaur, I know how these things work. *She flashes Rowena a grin, holding back an eyeroll. This was why she hated kids.* C'mon, kid, seriously. Just tell us where your parents are and we'll take you home. *She can feel Landon's eyes on her, but she doesn't say something, just smirks.*
[16-16:51] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : In an hour or so. But, unfortunately, my schedule is full.
[16-16:51] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : I have a meeting with those movers I was telling you about after I close things up here.
[16-16:52] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Looks back to Rowena.*
[16-16:52] c5c, *Nicola Jennings : Ohhh*she lowerd her gaze looknig more than a little dissapointed*Yeah understandable*voice a sort of murmer as she sips her wine*
[16-16:53] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : I did not, I flew! And I told you I don't have parents. *With this she runs to Landon, as he is nice, and hugs him around the middle, hiding from the mean lady*
[16-16:54] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *it always did give her a small amount of pleasure to be looked at as a punishment. She'd hardly know what to do with honest gratitude anymore. She stands next to him, her hand resting on his back between his shoulder blades for support. It's certainly not any more comfortable for her than it is for him*
[16-16:54] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : *As Rowena runs past, she stands with a slight groan, her long legs stretching out as she stands.* Looks like you've got yourself a little leech there, man. *Smirking as she looks over to Landon. One hand raises up to run over the back of her neck, her fingers sliding through her short cropped hair a moment before dropping back down to her side.*
[16-16:55] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Pauses a moment in contemplation* Though, if you come back tomorrow, I could spare you some time, Nicola.
[16-16:55] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Blinks as he is hugged...uh...this is very wierd.*...Weellll...We can't let you stay in a bar. *Sighs* Um...I guess you can stay at my place tonight while we try to figure this out.
[16-16:56] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *She shakes her head* No... Walter will worry about me! I wanna go to Walter... *Suddenly remembering the events of the night before, she adds* He's my daddy.
[16-16:56] 798, ºEnvy: (Nicola will brb)
[16-16:57] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : *She rolls her eyes at that, not bothering to hold back the scoff* Yeah, send a little girl home with a random guy off the streets. How do we know you won't rape her or something? *She stops short, though, hearing what the girl had said.* Woah. Shiiit. Yeah, you're not going back there, kid.
[16-16:57] 221, *Jihan Aloula: Well, if I can't drink, I can't dance around in a skimpy garmet in public, and I can't eat a pig roasted on spit, then I don't think my lifestyle is compatable.
[16-16:57] 221, *Jihan Aloula: ((*smacks words that failed to post*))
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[16-16:58] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : You're mean! I don't like you! *Crying now, she clings to Landon, and from behind Jessica might see a shifting under her shoulder blades. Think the scarabs from the Mummy.*
[16-16:58] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *he quickly walks with her help into the building and over to the elevator, glad that they don’t come across any of the others that live in the building. He’s glad it also means that the elevator is open. As soon as he can get inside he hits the button for the fifth floor* You can leave now, you’ve helped more than you should have had to already
[16-17:00] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : What?! *She looks incredulously to the kid, then back up to Landon.* What'd I do?! *A
[16-17:00] c36, *Marius: ((*profile test*))
[16-17:01] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *His lips curve briefly into a pleasant smile before returning themselves to their usual determined look of focused intent* Well, my dear, sometimes we must make our own traditions. *He reaches across the bar and touches Jihan's hand for a quick moment with two fingertips, before drawing back and pouring her one final Martini. He didn't want to see what she would do if she became particularly smashed*
[16-17:01] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *oh, but she jumps inside before the door can close* Hey, give me some credit... I can at least make sure that you make it to your appartment and you're not going to die in the hallway. I'm not a native LA resident, you know.
[16-17:01] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (back sorry bout that*licks Envy*)
[16-17:01] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : What?! *She looks incredulously to the kid, then back up to Landon.* What'd I do?! *As her gaze shifts back down to Rowena, she does notice that rippling effect, but she says nothing, merely frowns a moment as her head cocks briefly to the side.*
[16-17:01] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (*loves the living hell out of her Lizzy*)
[16-17:01] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *He leans forward across the bar and whispers something into Nicola's ear in Russian*
[16-17:02] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : ((Wb, Nicola))
[16-17:03] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Blinks at Jessica as she makes the girl cry.* Jesus. You prick. *Dosent notice said scarab bug thingy.*
[16-17:03] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *She smiled almost shyly..but no blush came to her ohh so pale face*You sure?*her voice sounding like a child on christmas day asking if she can open prezzies...she listens to Nikolai she didnt understand a word of Russain but damn it almost sounded sexy to her..she smiled deeply looking confused but extremly happy by the fact*
[16-17:03] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : Right, that explains why you didn’t just try to take my wallet and leave me *holds onto the bar on the elevator to keep himself up, he just doesn’t have it in him to argue at the moment* And I won’t die that easily, it takes more than this to kill me
[16-17:04] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (Loves her doll*pounhces and smothers in kissies*)
[16-17:04] MSG: Nikolai Drakov sent a message to Nicola Jennings.
[16-17:05] 221, *Jihan Aloula: *while Nikolai's probably right about the smashed bit, she's still far from buzzed.* What sort of traditions have you made?
[16-17:05] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Sniffles, hugging him tight* My daddy works at the bar so we sleep upstairs. He's my new daddy.
[16-17:05] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : What the fuck?! *Her jaw drops slightly at the insult as she takes a step back, the expression on her face just saying "You did NOT just call me a prick!"* What the hell did I do? All I'm saying, is you shouldn't take back to the bar to some asshole bartender!
[16-17:05] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *This would probably sound like adoption*
[16-17:05] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *just rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest... men. Now that he'd brought it up, what was she doing here? Perhaps this guy in a wounded state perversely appealed to her?*
[16-17:06] fb7, *Landon Scythe : Well you made her cry. *Looks at Jessica then back to the bar.* Look. Least we can do is wait for her and see if this..Walter fella shows up.
[16-17:06] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : *Leans back from the bar and double-checks everything, opening the thin door and peering inside for a moment at the wooden staircase and crates below. He glances back towards Jihan* I formed mine from the ashes of old ones. I'm a versatile fellow. But, I suppose that is a personal question for me - I hope you understand.
[16-17:06] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *she sort of melts into her stool those words having made her day more than bareble..she seems abit speechless as she stares at him with that almost love sick look..its been a long time since anyone has even properly spoken tio her let alone in such a manner&
[16-17:07] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *She sniffs and buries her face in Landon's stomach* I just wanna go home...
[16-17:07] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : Fine. *She looks back down to Rowena with a slightly disgruntled expression on her face.* But if we see anything shady, I'm pulling her out. Got that? I've seen too many kids get messed up this side of town. *speaking rather bitterly towards Landon..he wasn't on her "favourite person" list quite yet.*
[16-17:07] c36, *Marius : *a lone figure walks in the rising nightfall.. that faint growth of emotion gone from his face.... but that simple smirk he is known for never faulters from exsistence.... those pale blue eyes shifting over his surroundings a moment as he makes his way finally across the busy street and onto the sidewalk.. all the noise of the outter world giving him sight... his footfalls seem to be as silent as the graves within that cemetary not far from the church near riverside... his gaze never faultering as they stare straight outwards.. his lips pursed.. his jaw clenched... few pounderous thoughts passing through that puzzle like brain of his... he continues walking for what could seem like hours until finally cement was met by the what could be considerd soil.... he peers out through the thickening dust.. moving down a darkend path as if it were nothing but a mere illiusion... his hands snug in the pockets of his armani dress pants.... that long black trench coat gently flowing about when it by the soft breeze of the midnight air.. his face stern and set.. his eyes telling the story of some fallen warrior from the past.. why was he here... all these poor pathetic thoughts bringing a small shake of his head.. such emotion is such a flaw for someone of his station to the good lord why has he come to be such an animal.. a freak of nature one might say.. he's alive when his body isn't... why must one live when others die almost everyday... who brings and gives life.. but then who will finally take his away... all these thoughts bringing new meaning to what he is and what the lost humanity is granting him.. his conscience void and null.. anything that could bring such humanity traits have been strucken into submission.. his form has given in to the inner beast.. now becoming that hidden assassin of the group alike... but these thoughts strike him as funny how such emotion could be claiming hold of his mind.. why does he truely care... there is no true meaning for what he is... new heart break in his life.. no suffering to be released from... slowly that large cave like building emerges from behind those deep blankets of dust and into the clearing.. it brings a small smirk to his paled lips... walking directly towards it... his eyes shifting over his surroundings for mere moments.. his booted feet tapping gently against the soft earth soil before he finally comes up toward it.... taking what seems to be minutes to gain on it.... coming up to the tavern.. his large gloved hand coming out to take hole of the handle of the door giving it a small push... stepping in slowly as it opens... moving in through that large opening he wipes away that single tear that threatens to make itself known.. his fists clenched tight... a small sigh escaping his lips as he silently shuts the door behind him.. moving deeper into the building*
[16-17:08] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((O_O *Coughs*))
[16-17:08] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : ((LOL and you say you aren't Moth?))
[16-17:08] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (*laughs* fucking hell, K *sets to reading*)
[16-17:08] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *as the elevator stops he’s already headed for the doors as the start to slide open, using the wall to keep himself up as he goes out into the hallway, and starts down towards his apartment, which thankfully isn’t that far away. Fumbling in his coat pocket for his keys*
[16-17:08] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : ((wow...))
[16-17:09] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*L* whoo. You and moth sure have a lots in common.))
[16-17:10] c36, *Marius : ((*beams*))
[16-17:10] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Cuddles the K-dog*)
[16-17:10] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Slight nod.* Sure.
[16-17:10] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (*makes her eyes go crosseyed to read the uber long post*)
[16-17:11] fb7, *Landon Scythe : *Just so happens that his band is preforming in the bar that night or something. Blah blah. Player must go to work. Will be back later tonight.*
[16-17:11] 221, *Jihan Aloula: Hmmm... *grins* You're talented too.
[16-17:12] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *just stands behind him, obvioulsy intending to come inside, even though she doesn't ask. It doesn't even occur to her. Being denied entry to a man's house wasn't a situation that had ever come up.* (later Landon)
[16-17:12] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : *Sighing again, she watches as Landon walks off or whatever.* Great. Now I gotta watch the little brat.. *muttering under her breath before putting on a smile.* C'mon kid, show me where your "daddy" is.. *opening the door and heading inside the bar.*
[16-17:13] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : I'm not a brat.
[16-17:13] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((Damn you enter button.)) I'm not a brat. And my daddy's a lot nicer than you. *Lifts a brow* And that's not the right bar or I wouldn't have been looking for it. I'm looking for hte Before the Dawn bar.
[16-17:14] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : What makes you say that? *Marius is followed inside by a number of men speaking with one another in Ukranian dialects. All of them wear leather jackets of some sort, and shoulder-holsters are a common sight beneath the thick lapels of their coats. Nikolai ceases his conversation with Jihan and calls over to them in Russian, leading them downstairs while a bald man takes position as bartender* ((Gotta run, guys, Nikolai will be selling stuff and the bartender is now NPC'ed. Have fun, but don't shoot up my shop, please. Was a blast playing with you all))
[16-17:15] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (*waves to Nik* later!)
[16-17:15] 41a, *Nikolai Drakov : ((I'll be back on later tonight :) ))
[16-17:15] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : *She grits her teeth in frustration, then smiles again, making a note not to mutter anymore as the child seems to have excellent hearing.* Before the Dawn. It's one block down, c'mon. *She starts walking, though not before extending a hand to the little girl. If she's gonna do this,s he might as well do it right.*
[16-17:15] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *she sighs deely as Nikolai dissapears from view*(bye babes was fun)
[16-17:16] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *manages to get the keys out somehow and opens the door, practically falling inside. It’s a very nice apartment, one of those modern looking places, mostly done in black and red in this case. There very sparse furniture, and even less in the way of decoration. He goes straight to the living room and the coffee table, reaching underneath it to pull a catch that opens a hidden compartment, then remembers Kailynn and turns his head to look back at her* Your still here?
[16-17:16] 221, *Jihan Aloula: ((Later Nick!))
[16-17:17] c36, *Marius : ((would anyone wish for company?))
[16-17:17] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *She doesn't take it. Forget pretending. There's an eerily adult-like quality to her, and once again as she would head off Jessica, her back would do that shifting thing, as if extra limbs on her back were being folded.*
[16-17:17] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((Save me from the mean lady!))
[16-17:18] 221, *Cookie Monster: *all three of my chars raise their hands*
[16-17:18] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (sure Marius*beams*)
[16-17:18] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *that time, she's actually a little offended* Are you always such an asshole to people that are just trying to help you? *especially from ones who normally would have just called 911 and went home*
[16-17:18] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((Damn. Okay, I guess I can deal with the mean lady myself.))
[16-17:19] c36, *Marius : ((*lol* well... i can rp with everyone))
[16-17:19] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (*giggles and can so see a fight breaking out over who get Marius*)
[16-17:19] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : *She walks in silence a moment, letting her hand drop back down to her side after the obvious rejection.* Sorry about...*she clears her throat, rubbing a hand over the back of her neck* ...er...making you cry and all.. *She so isn't used to the apology thing, and certainly not to a kid.*
[16-17:19] 798, *Kailynn Benson : (or... you can all play together, since this is a city and... there's social settings *nod nod*)
[16-17:19] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Can make a character named Cosette, who will undoubtedly get Marius in the end.* MWAHA))
[16-17:20] c36, *Marius : ((*nods toward what one of his luvlies said* social settings.. indeed))
[16-17:20] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (*sniggers*play with me marius I dont bite...much...)
[16-17:21] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Sniff* I thought I was your luvlie. *Sob sob* hehe)) You shouldn't have said you wouldn't take me back to Walter. I would miss him. I love him very much.
[16-17:21] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (just ask my much loved doll*looks to Kailynn all sweetly*)
[16-17:22] c36, *Marius : ((*smiles* i bite back *pets Rowena*))
[16-17:22] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : *I'm sure you do... She clears her throat again, tugging on the hair at the base of her neck.* Yeah...Daddy. Right. *Shaking her head, she glances left and right before crossing the street and entering the bar, waiting for Rowena before going inside.*
[16-17:22] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (*sniggers*promises promises)
[16-17:23] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : Yes *just turns back, pulling out what’s in the compartment. A needle, a drug vial, and bandages along with needle and stitches* If your going to stay…could you come over here and help me with this. *he just sits on the floor, pulling off his coat painfully, revealing fully the torn shirt and wound underneath with a hastily made bandage over it, a knife wound. He then pulls the shirt off to get a better look at it, taking the bandage off for the first time. Something that would make yet another scar, though this would be one of the nastier ones*
[16-17:23] c36, *Marius : ((*slips back ic*))
[16-17:24] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *She steps inside and immediately runs up the staircase* Wal--- Daddy?
[16-17:24] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *sips at her wine knowing she will have to go to work soon and so doesnt look forward to it tonight*
[16-17:25] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *hesitates, but she walks over, uncrossing her arms. She licks her dry lips as they get a little more pale. She never was good with gore* Um.. What do you want me to do?
[16-17:25] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : *Jes just waits at the bottom of the staircase, looking around the familiar bar.* I need a friggin' drink.. *muttering to herself again as she eyes the bartender.*
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[16-17:27] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Opening Walter's door she slips inside* Daddy? *Not finding him anywhere, it's down the stairs for her, and back to the bar area* Daddy must be shopping or something.
[16-17:29] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : Well, kid, what do you want me to do? *She looks down at her, shoving her hands in her pocket once again. She did NOT want this kid on her concience, though it seemed there might not be any way around it.*
[16-17:30] JOIN: Trinity has entered.
[16-17:30] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *notices that she doesn’t exactly look happy at the prospect of helping him, it would have been better if she didn’t care about the blood* Can you at least fill the syringe? I won’t make you actually use it if you don’t think you can *would prefer to have a little more help, since his hands aren’t the most steady at the moment. Concentrating on carefully and precise movements were a little difficult, but if she couldn’t handle it she wouldn’t be much better than he was on his own*
[16-17:31] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : I dunno. Do you want milk? *Going behind the bar and coming back with a carton of milk*
[16-17:32] 725, *Jessica Vaughn : *Blinking, she chuckles at the kid. She was kinda cute...like a puppy who pissed on you...can't help but love them.* I think I'll have something a little stronger. *She grins at the kid before ordering a rum and coke from the bartender.*
[16-17:34] 798, *Kailynn Benson : Oh, I can handle it *but her tone may suggest that he may not want her to, but what choice does he have. She picks up the syringe and the vial, reading the label, but it doesn't help. She still doesn't know what it is* This the stuff *while he's thinking about it or answering, she wets a clean dishtowel and puts it back over the wound, at least needing some of the blood sopped up if she's going to have to do what she thinks he's about to ask her to*
[16-17:37] c36, *Marius : *pulling those dark sunglasses from over his eyes he moves down the long sidewalk of the night city... his eyes shifting over his surroundings.. sliding over all the different people walking along... all the different cultures in one area.. such an amazing place this can be at times.. tugging that long black trench coat around him a bit more.. even though it is quite warm outside he seems to be the only one wearing a jacket.. well the only person that he can see anyway.. that small smirk coming to grave his lips... his footfalls seem to be quiet but if one were to listen close enough they could hear him coming... all the braclets he wears.. few with different symbols on them.. others just plain silver..... his hair is spiked up in odd ways... he can be seen chewing bubble gum... a horrible habit to break at times.. that simple smirk spreading into a smile that fights for dominance.. his arms dropping down to his sides just as he bumps into a woman that passes by.. spinning to get a good look at her and with a wink he turns back to face forward... slowly he comes to a stop.. his eyes traveling upward to stare up at the pretty lights of some weird ass club.. fraggin kids now-a-days.. he shakes his head and continues on down that long sidewalk.. coming to a bar not far down from that loud and rowdy club.. never knowing that in the near future he will be there along with those fraggin children.. coming up to take the bar door by the handle he opens it.. the handle creaks then snaps off in his hand.. raising a brow he looks down at the handle before tossing it to one of the newbie drinkers in the bar* here.. just say you did it.. *that deep silk like voice sounding out laced with a dark almost irish like accent.. moving to take a seat at the bar not to far down from Nicola.. winking to the tender as he orders a bottle of rum.. a whole bottle woohoo*
[16-17:39] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : That’s the stuff, fill it to that third big line *lets her put the towel on the wound, but he’s not really going to ask her to do anything else. He’s not sure if she’d just make it worse or what, but she doesn’t look like this is something she’s familiar with, let alone all that happy about. He doesn’t think he could take it getting any worse*
[16-17:39] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Milk's better. *Pours herself a glass and puts it on the bar before hopping down from the box and walking around to the stool, where she hauls herself up onto the stool, bare feet dangling, and takes the glass in both hands. Yum.*
[16-17:39] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Activius pausium.*
[16-17:41] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *does as instructed, tapping the airbubbles out after it's filled... she'd been around enough heroin addicts to know enough to do that. Overall, she's handling the situation just fine* Just... anywhere?
[16-17:41] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *looks around with mild intrest...pondering on if thias place is more than just a bar but she brushes the thought from her mind and looks to the door as her delicate hearing picks up the faint sound of a snap as a handle is broken she watches the man who enters toss it to some kid who looks rather puzzeld and confused...she watches the man wondering who he is not thinking she has seen him in the strip bar she works...she pulls her gaze back to the bartender not wanting to look as if she was staring though she was curiouse*
[16-17:42] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (**beats room with stick*refresh damn it*pouts ather doll*your room doesnt like me*cries*)
[16-17:42] 798, *Kailynn Benson : ((yeah... milk is good 8 drops of puss in a 6 oz glass... just remember that)
[16-17:43] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : Yeah, it’s just a general pain reliever…you don’t have to….I can do it myself *though she does seem to know a bit about what she’s doing at least, but still, he’s not going to ask her to do it after that look before*
[16-17:44] 221, *Damali Aloula: *A young, dark skinned girl, who looks to somewhere between 16 and a very young 18 enters into the tatoo parlor. She wears a baby blue skirt that shows off her body well*
[16-17:48] 798, *Kailynn Benson : I can do it... *before he can protest anymore, she sticks the needle in somewhere near the wound and pushes down on the plunger. It's not every day that you get to poke someone that was just completely rude to you with a needle, after all*
[16-17:48] c36, *Marius : *he drums his fingers on the bar top.. turning his gaze down the bar towards Nicola for a moment.. and with a small wink he turns back as the bottle of his favorite smoothie is set down infront of him* fer me.. oh you shouldn't have.. *he twists the top off and tosses it behind the bar aiming for the trash can but misses by.. well hits the bartender so that's how far he missed by... he cringes a bit but with one eye instead* my bad... ok i'll never say that again.. *mumbles to himself.. casting his gaze back down towards Nicola for a moment.. yes one could say he's staring but he really could care less if one were to call him on it.. he knows a pretty woman when he sees one and really isn't shy when it comes to talking to them.. he picks up the bottle by the neck and slowly gets up to stand from his stool.. moving a bit down further sitting on the stool next to her* hey there cutey.. or beautiful.. or purdy lady.. one of those... *he tilts his head to the side slightly.. watching her a moment* what brings ya here.. besides they have good drinks..
[16-17:51] MSG: Marius sent a message to Nicola Jennings.
[16-17:52] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *She knows he is staring but is very much used to having eyes on her all the time....her gaze turning as he speaks*evening kind sir..*sounding all so well profeshional...she takes a sip of her drink and manages a smile*just relaxing till I have to start work*she settles the glass down with a gentle clink resting her hands on her lap now*And what about yourself?
[16-17:52] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *bites back the urge to say something along the lines of ‘ouch’, probably wouldn’t do any good right now anyway, this wasn’t the hard part besides, and waits for her to pull the needle back out before talking again* Thank you *sits for a moment to give the drug time to start working before he reaches for the needle and stitching thread for this, he’s not going to ask her to do this part after what she’d just done, even if it probably would have been the better idea*
[16-17:53] MSG: Nicola Jennings sent a message to Marius.
[16-17:57]       Jeremy Black and just when she may think that nobody is going to come out, a long haired kid, appearing about 25 or so, comes from the back. The delightful sound of the needles still buzzing and random boughts of laughter, away indicate several artists still back there. That along with the delay would give evidence that it would be safe to say that there had been some kind of debate about who was going to stop and go out, yet he smiles quite pleasantly* Can I help you?
[16-17:58] c36, *Marius : *he smirks slightly but then his ears perk at the sound of WORK.. hmmm she works.. so she ISN'T a looker-of-money... that's always a plus.. cause he loves his money.. his money is HIS money demmit.. he tilts his head to the side once again as he speaks* me.. i'm here for the drinks and.. well a peice of ass.. *is very blunt indeed.. but hey at least he's truthful* ahh.. work is always fun.. wait.. waddya do fer a livin? *this question brings a small raise to his brow.. his ears perking even more as he watches her.. his nostrils flaring just a bit as he tries his best to sniff out what she may be.. human.. vampy.. like him.. or just an alien creature from the planet Kryptonia... he watches her with an almost interested gaze... most of the time he doesn't really bother talking much to the women he wants to screw because well most of the time they have their head in his lap... diiiiiiiiirty man this one can be*
[16-17:58] 798, ºJeremy Black: (chain test)
[16-17:58] 221, *Damali Aloula: Oh... um, hello... *she speaks with a somewhat thick accent, but not unpleasantly so* I was looking at the art you had... I was thinking of getting one.
[16-17:58] JOIN: Robot Devil has entered.
[16-17:59] MSG: Marius sent a message to Nicola Jennings.
[16-17:59] JOIN: Robot Devil has entered.
[16-17:59] 7c5, *Robot Devil: *kicks* Fucking computer
[16-18:00] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : <ikkenai> i don't have hard drives. i just keep 30 chinese teenagers in my basement and force them to memorize numbers
[16-18:00] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *watches his hand go for the thread. Her head starts to swirl a little at the thought of it piercing the flesh and pulling the thread through. She closes her eyes to get rid of the image. To her credit, when she speaks, she's completely grounded, not wavering at all* Do you want me to do that? You look a little shaky
[16-18:00] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((Oops))
[16-18:01] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Kicks RD IC*))
[16-18:01] JOIN: Robot Devil has entered.
[16-18:02] 7c5, *Robot Devil: *is getting very angery*
[16-18:03] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *looks up at her, managing a half a smirk* You don’t look much better, do you think you could do it? I’m not going to ask if you don’t think you can, and you need to be sure.
[16-18:03] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *She watches him speaking nowing his kind well*I dance and*she pauses in her words thinknig things through but she needs the money*and for the right price I help out guys like you*She sounded as if she was almost switching off to who she was really and going into buisness mode even sitting up straight..her lack of breathing and deeply pale skin might just signify she is vampire*
[16-18:04] MSG: Nicola Jennings sent a message to Marius.
[16-18:05] 798, ºJeremy Black: *leans on the countertop with a raised brow. His long, sandy blond hair seeming to have a mind of it's own as it follows his lean, brushing against the countertop behind his elbow** You got ID?
[16-18:05] JOIN: Cookie Monster has entered.
[16-18:05] MSG: Marius sent a message to Nicola Jennings.
[16-18:06] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((Test))
[16-18:06] 221, *Damali Aloula: *Damali looks to her side and scavenges through a small purse then pulls out a licence and hands it to Jeremy*
[16-18:07] MSG: Nicola Jennings sent a message to Marius.
[16-18:07] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Unpause*
[16-18:07] MSG: Marius sent a message to Nicola Jennings.
[16-18:08] 798, *Kailynn Benson : Um... I... *there's no way... if even thinking about it makes her about pass out. Her very, very pale face says it all, complete with an apology*
[16-18:08] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : I mean it. You are handsome. And very sweet. *Her hand brushes over his wing slowly and she looks up to him with a smile*
[16-18:08] MSG: Nicola Jennings sent a message to Marius.
[16-18:09] MSG: Marius sent a message to Nicola Jennings.
[16-18:10] MSG: Nicola Jennings sent a message to Marius.
[16-18:10] c36, *Marius : ((*waves to everyone* i'm going to work... i shall return later on.. good night all))
[16-18:11] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : It’s alright, you might want to look away right now *he can’t even look at her as he gets the thread and needle ready, he doesn’t need to be thinking about how she is while he does this*
[16-18:12] 798, ºJeremy Black: (bye K! *waves*)
[16-18:12] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (bye babe take care)
[16-18:13] c36, *Marius : ((you aswell.. good night *blows kisses then poofs... cue nice pretty black and grey smoke*))
[16-18:13] 798, ºJeremy Black: *looks at the license for a moment, then back up at her* Swear to me that this thing doesn't lie an that you're over 18 and I'll put the most spectacular work of art that you've ever seen wherever you want it.
[16-18:13] EXIT: Marius has left the chat ( 4:13pm, July 16 (CDT) ).
[16-18:14] 221, *Damali Aloula: I promise you I'm over 18. *gives him a fabulous white smile that contrasts very well with her dark skin*
[16-18:15] 798, *Kailynn Benson : *does for the most part, keep her head turned, but then of course, when you tell someone not to so something... her eyes quickly turn to his little task, then roll back into her head. And since he's not looking at her, he would hear the dull 'thud' as her body hits the kitchen floor*
[16-18:16] 7c5, *Walter Saint : *smiles still glancing up at her, his wing seeming to twitch as she touches it, though only a very small movement. He continues looing at her* You're very nice too, and as I said.... beautiful.
[16-18:18] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Her expression relaxes and she moves toward him* May I hug you? If it's not too much to ask?
[16-18:18] 798, ºJeremy Black: *shakes his head a little* Alright. *disappears into the back to return with a paper that her ID has been photocopied onto. He slides them both over to her with a pen* Check all of this stuff, then sign *it's typical stuff... she's over 18, not pregnant... consented to having a tattoo... all of that rot*
[16-18:19] 83c, *Dunstan Ryder : *works on the stitches, clenching his teeth. There’s five in all by the time he’s done. He knows he heard a strange noise and turns his head after setting the needle down, and sees that she’s passed out* Well, shit *barely able to manage to say that before he passes out himself, he just doesn’t have the energy to do anything else anymore*
[16-18:19] 83c, *Jayde: And now now I must run, *waves and runs*
[16-18:19] EXIT: Jayde has left the chat ( 4:19pm, July 16 (CDT) ).
[16-18:20] 221, *Damali Aloula: *reads all the lines with deliberate care that might be mistaken for her not being fully literate and having to look over each word individualy. In truth, she's watching her ass for loopholes.*
[16-18:21] 7c5, *Walter Saint : hmm? *blinks* Oh, uhm, sure... if you want that is... *gives her a small smile, looking up in her eyes*
[16-18:22] 798, ºJeremy Black: *patiently watches until it just becomes ridiculous* Do you... need me to read it to you? Or I can get someone else if you don't trust me.
[16-18:22] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *raises from her seat and begins the slow walk to work...making her way to The Burning Bush Strip Club to begin work*
[16-18:23] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *She moves toward him, and her wings stretch majestically as she wraps her arms around his neck, eyes closing and pressing her cheek to his neck, her wings slowly wrap around him, and she closes her eyes* You're warm...
[16-18:24] 798, ºJeremy Black: pic
[16-18:26] 221, *Damali Aloula: No! *looks up at him startled and almost afraid* I'll just be a couple more seconds... sorry... *rereads it for the fifth time then check marks each one and signs*
[16-18:27] 798, ºJeremy Black: *blinks at her when she reacts like that... what's she going to do when he touches her with the needle* That's alright...
[16-18:28] 221, *Damali Aloula: *the slight pink of embarasment can just barely be seen under her tan complexion*
[16-18:28] 7c5, *Walter Saint : *he chuckles slightl, moving his arms around her waist, returning the hug*
[16-18:30] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : *Slowly she slips her hand up to rest against his cheeka smile faint on her lips* It feels nice...to be this way...with someone else.
[16-18:30] 798, ºJeremy Black: (*sighs and grins at Shannon Hoon eating cereal in the shower*) *he leaves the ID, but takes the paper. It's not like it's something that gets turned into the FBI or anything... He puts it in a folder under the counter* Did you bring your own design, or did you pick something here?
[16-18:31] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((Omigod. Is anyone here good at geometry? With angles and stuff? And would understand a geeky but hilarious joke?))
[16-18:31] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *She reaches the club and slips in reporting to her boss and frowns when told work is slow tonight and no one is requesting for her...she nods gently and walks to her changing room and slips into her outfit...frowing as she tries desperatly to squeezer her frame into the tight black leather nurses outfit..cursing loudly at the damn thing*
[16-18:32] 798, ºJeremy Black: (*watches an old Bob Marley concert* Hot damn was that man fine... *blinks* oh. hit us with the joke, lovie!)
[16-18:33] 221, *Damali Aloula: I was still looking... but I was wondering if I could get this *moves over and points to one of the celticish lines* around my thigh?
[16-18:33] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((<everworn> whats the complement to a 43 degree angle? <andrid> My you're looking "acute" today <everworn> fuck you))
[16-18:34] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((And here's someone just being STUPID))
[16-18:34] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((<kritikal> matts: bikes go faster than cars...a bike at 60 mph is a lot faster than a car at 60 mph <matts> kritical: um no... <kritikal> matts: um yes <kritikal> my sisters sport car at 60 mph goes faster than my dads explorer at 60 mph <kritikal> a bike at 60 mph will blow by a car at 60 mph))
[16-18:34] 798, ºJeremy Black: *barely has to glance at it. If it's on the wall, he can do it* Of course. You should make an appointment though when someone can drive you home. The hourse of constant adrenaline makes a lot of people really sick.
[16-18:36] 7c5, *Walter Saint : Yeah... I know... *that smile still on his lips, as he keeps his arms around her, again, the faintest blush can be seen where her hand touches her cheek*
[16-18:38] 221, *Damali Aloula: I can get my *there's a half second's pause to consider what to call her* sister to pick me up if it comes to that.
[16-18:39] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : You're a wonderful person. *She lifts her head, watching him a moment, before blushing and lowering her eyes* *Pause again because parents suck*
[16-18:40] 798, ºJeremy Black: Are you sure you don't want her here while it's being done? For moral support or whatever? *personally, he always had friends doing his tats to BS with, but he notices people with company do a lot better*
[16-18:42] 221, *Damali Aloula: *gives a snort* Moral doesn't fit her vocabulary. And she'd probably say there wasn't enough blood.
[16-18:42] 7c5, *Walter Saint : *pause*
[16-18:44] 798, ºJeremy Black: Ah... *nods* well, alright. You and I will have to chit chat, then *offers her a little smile, like doctors taking unsuspecting patients into surgery* Are you ready now then, or did you want to make an appointment?
[16-18:46] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *after a while she slips out of her changing room and moves to join a few girls in a dancing cage waiting to either be watched or picked for further servises*
[16-18:46] 221, *Damali Aloula: I think I'm ready. *gives him a grin like she's starving and she's just ordered the biggest thing of ice cream you can get*
[16-18:47] 798, ºMarley Watkins: *finishing nearly her last set, Cassandra, wicked dominatrix, comes off the stage and is wrapped in a robe by one of the bouncers. She smiles to him and walks back into the dressing room, smiling when she sees Nicola there* Hey! It's a good thing you came in. We're all going to get paid time and a half if we stay late. I guess "Mary" has the night off. *said with total indifference. She didn't mind the extra money, so she was just relaying information*
[16-18:50] 798, ºMarley Watkins: (pic)
[16-18:50] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *She looked to Marley as she finaly gets in ehr outfit turnig her back to her*zippy me up would you darling?*she ponders her words*hmm extra money hey damn could definaltly do wth that
[16-18:51] 798, ºMarley Watkins: (chain test)
[16-18:54] 798, ºJeremy Black: Excellent *he plucks the picture from the wall* Come on back *he leads her though a hall, which has about 8 open doors. However, only 2 have people getting tattoos in them. The others are empty, except one where the other people are just sitting around talking, walking past that one, he nods into a room with lots of posters, magazines... all kinds of things to look at* Go on in there. you can pick out a cd and put it on if you want. They're next to the stereo
[16-18:55] 221, *Damali Aloula: No... I wouldn't know what to pick.
[16-18:59] 798, ºJeremy Black: Alright... well, just take a seat then. I need to transfer this *the chair in the room is like a dentists chair*
[16-19:00] 798, ºMarley Watkins: *lights a cigarette before zipping Nicola up* It's been a pretty good month. I made 5 grand last night.
[16-19:01] 221, *Damali Aloula: *admires the cleanlyness of the place and settles into the chair*
[16-19:02] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : Hmm your lucky...buisness has been abit slow fo me lately im not sure why*she adjusts herself to show as much cleavage as possible*maybe I need to change my technique...
[16-19:03] 798, ºJeremy Black: (goddamn it. brb)
[16-19:13] 221, *Damali Aloula: ((ello?))
[16-19:13] 23e, ºJeremy Black: *comes back without the picture from the wall, but with the design transfered onto what looks like tissue paper* Ok, where exactly do you want this?
[16-19:16] 23e, ºMarley Watkins: *rolls her eyes and pulls the cigarette from her lips, blowing the smoke away from Nicola* I'd hardly call it lucky. I had to spend 8 hours with some House Representative.
[16-19:18] 221, *Damali Aloula: *slides the right side of her skirt up a bit and draws her finger around her thigh*
[16-19:19] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : Hmmm doesnt sound like much fun...I tell you what is good when your not working but you havnty got long till you styart...go to the pub called The Depot...I picked up a guy there only $100 likes but every penny counts..and the owner*she sits down as if to stand would couse her to faint*he is so dreamy*has a love sick puppy glint in her eyes*
[16-19:21] 23e, ºJeremy Black: *lays the paper around her leg and spritzes it with water, then peels it off, leaving an outline of the tattoo* That look good to you?
[16-19:23] 23e, ºMarley Watkins: *chuckles* Hey, now. You know Cecile doesn't like us to have boyfriends *sits back in a chair, enjoying the relief from being on heels*
[16-19:23] 221, *Damali Aloula: *takes a look at it, gawking her head around then putting her foot up on the table to examine it further. She then looks up at Jeremy with a satisfied face* This will be wonderful.
[16-19:27] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : Yeah I know but....*she sighs deeply*if she says anything I could tell her he is a valued customer*slightly desperate grin*
[16-19:29] 23e, ºJeremy Black: *opens a new needle and sets up, putting the inks into their little cap looking thingies* ok *buzzes the needle a couple times to evenly spread it over the needle* Ready?
[16-19:30] 221, *Damali Aloula: Uh huh... *stares down at him, watching intently*
[16-19:32] 23e, ºMarley Watkins: *just shakes her head, but with a little smile* You're messing with fire... especially since Cecile has been so generous lately.
[16-19:34] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : She cant say anything if were firneds though can she?*looks to her questioningly knowing she shouldnt even be pondering this let alone talking about it*besideds you know me I like to live on the edge*picks up a brush and starts brushing her overly long red hair*
[16-19:36] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (friends even)
[16-19:37] 23e, ºJeremy Black: *starts the tattoo, his faded blue eyes intent on his work, stopping periodically to wipe the extra ink away and ink up the needle*
[16-19:38] 221, *Damali Aloula: Instead of the normal reaction, Damali begins grinning as he goes over her leg*
[16-19:42] 23e, ºJeremy Black: *shakes her head, just... not understanding* 5 fucking grand... are you hearing me? The most I've EVER made for a go-home was twelve hundred. And you're going to run around and screw that up?
[16-19:43] 23e, ºMarley Watkins: shakes her head, just... not understanding* 5 fucking grand... are you hearing me? The most I've EVER made for a go-home was twelve hundred. And you're going to run around and screw that up?
[16-19:45] 23e, ºMarley Watkins: shakes her head, just... not understanding* 5 fucking grand... are you hearing me? The most I've EVER made for a go-home was twelve hundred. And you're going to run around and screw that up?
[16-19:47] 23e, *Kailynn Benson : *it takes him about two hours and he's not done with the shadin, but the outline and detail, along with a good portion of the shading is done. He shuffles though a drawer for gauze and tape. He speaks as he wraps it* You'll need to leave this on for 4 hourse, then don't soak it in water... no baths, no swimming. Don't pick at the scab.
[16-19:47] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *She shrugs gently*I guess not....*little nervouse giggle*I dont even know if he likes me...was suposed to meet up with him tomorrow....hopefully*she pauses in thought*well he looks like he could do with a good screw..maybe can convince him just to be one of my customers....I probably wont want to be with him then..that and I diont think he knows what I fully do*she looks to Marley as if totaly confused by the whole thing*damn it im hungry*she frowns deeply...I spent that lnog in the pub I didnt have time to go oput for a bie to eat
[16-19:49] 23e, ºJeremy Black: *it takes him about two hours and he's not done with the shadin, but the outline and detail, along with a good portion of the shading is done. He shuffles though a drawer for gauze and tape. He speaks as he wraps it* You'll need to leave this on for 4 hourse, then don't soak it in water... no baths, no swimming. Don't pick at the scab. (*is having a rough time with her net and the refreshing over here*)
[16-19:50] 23e, ºMarley Watkins: You just met him... maybe you could give it more than a couple hours *smiles playfully*
[16-19:52] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *She giggles*Yeah your rightshe stands coiling her arms round Marley*where would I be without you ?
[16-19:54] 221, *Damali Aloula: *the entire time, Damali starts to giggle more and more, the needle tickling*
[16-19:54] 23e, ºMarley Watkins: Bloody hell if I know. Probably still on the streets of this fair city *gives Nicola a little kiss on her lips* Just be careful, Nic
[16-19:57] 23e, ºJeremy Black: *leans back in his chair* You going to be alright?
[16-19:58] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *She nodded to her words...licking her lips after Marley kissed her*Arent I always?*Marley knew full well she wasnt she always lived on the edge and got in trouble frequently...she smiled letting those pearly white show*Now what you got on for the rest of the night?
[16-19:58] 221, *Damali Aloula: *gets control of herself after a moment* Yeah... It just feels realy funny.
[16-20:01] 23e, ºMarley Watkins: I have to go on one more time after you get off, then I'm done. I've been here for 8 hours... then I think I'm going home
[16-20:05] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : *she nods*well I got to do a cage dance then im free to go so you wanna go get a drink?
[16-20:06] 23e, ºJeremy Black: *smiles a little, shaking his head again* Alright. Just, when you come back be prepared. I can't work with you laughing like that.
[16-20:07] 23e, ºMarley Watkins: Sounds like a plan *get out there*
[16-20:08] 23e, ºMarley Watkins: (son of a bitch. I have to go. I've been on this thing for 7 fucking hours and I can't function any more)
[16-20:08] EXIT: Marley Watkins has left the chat ( 6:08pm, July 16 (CDT) ).
[16-20:12] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (*sort of lurks till someone comes to play*)
[16-20:15] 221, *Damali Aloula: ((*is technicaly playing, but needs to head out for dinner in a matter of moments*))
[16-20:16] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (ahh ok damali i will just hang around then seen as you gotta get dinner)
[16-20:19] 221, *Damali Aloula: ((Call me Cookie Monster. ^_^))
[16-20:20] 6f4, *Nicola Jennings : (hehe aww i love da cookie monster*chuckles*but ok im Liz)
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