[17-15:42] f7e, *Nicola Jennings 
: *She nods gently to Nikolai...looking to Marius and doesnt seem sure what to do or say..she rests her head on the bartop and doses of with exhaustion*(i gotta go for an hour or so sadly..do what ya wnat with her..within reason lads*chuckles*)
[17-15:43] 0ed, *Nikolai Drakov : (Take care, Nicola. Hurry back soon)
[17-15:44] c36, *Marius : *smirks at the little bastards rudeness.. ponders ripping his throat out infront of all the pretty ladies and pissing down the open hole but decides against it.... his eyes taking on a faint hint of gold but soon it fades away as he speaks* gimme a bottle of jack.. *he slides over a hundred dollar bill... then his tucks his head into the pockets of that long black jacket he wears* keep tha change... *his gaze shifts from Nikolai to Nicola then back out to the bar area*((bye sweety.. be safe))
[17-15:44] f7e, *Nicola Jennings : (i will babe*smoochies for them both and skitters off*)
[17-15:45] EXIT: Nicola Jennings has left the chat ( 1:44pm, July 17 (CDT) ).
[17-15:45] 0ed, *Nikolai Drakov : *Stabs the cigarette out on his palm, which he barely even feels due to the numerous narcotics that run freely through his veins like sweet, fiery poison. He grabs a bottle of high-proof Jack from the shelves and pours Marius's drink, taking the 100 and tucking it into his pocket*
[17-15:47] c36, *Marius : *nods once again towards Nikolai.. reaching out to take hold of the drink only to pull it back toward him and tilt it upwards and back... he takes a slow blissful sip of that hard liqour...* lovely.. *he sets the glass down moments after taking the sip.. his gaze once again slipping over his surroundings.. watching for any of his own*
[17-15:48] 0ed, *Nikolai Drakov : *Re-fills it for him, considering the hundred dollars as more than good enough to run a healthy tab. He sets the bottle down afterwards and kneels behind the bar for a few moments, tending to the wooden crate he had brought up from the basement*
[17-15:49] 0ed, *Nikolai Drakov : *Leverages it's cover off with a claw-hammer, pulling two carefully packaged bottles of vintage merlot from inside and setting them along the shelves with the rest of the booze*
[17-16:50] 777, ºEnvy: Hello, little darlings
[17-17:08] JOIN: Nicola Jennings has entered.
[17-17:09] f7e, *Nicola Jennings : (Ok my sexy fiends im back)
[17-17:09] JOIN: Cecile DeMornay has entered.
[17-17:10] 777, ºEnvy: yay! *huggles Nicola*
[17-17:10] 777, ºEnvy: yay! *huggles Nicola*
[17-17:10] 777, ºEnvy: haha! twice *snuggles Cecile*
[17-17:10] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: *snuggles her Envy*
[17-17:11] f7e, *Nicola Jennings : (*gets two huggles whoo hoo)
[17-17:12] 777, ºEnvy: so how excited am I that stuff goes on here when I'm not here! that's awesome
[17-17:12] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: Sometimes, I don't like being a girl.
[17-17:13] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: I bet you're so excited about it! *dances* I think it's super cool.
[17-17:13] f7e, *Nicola Jennings : (yuppy *nod nodwondering where her two lovlies went)
[17-17:13] f7e, *Nicola Jennings : yeah its a wicked room wh wouldnt peeps rp in it
[17-17:14] 777, ºEnvy: Marius probably had to run off to work. He has one of those jobs where he has to disappear.
[17-17:15] 777, ºEnvy: sometimes, I don't like being a girl either, but it beats being a man.
[17-17:17] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: That's true. I just wish they had a monthly burden like we do. Ugh. *searches for motrin*
[17-17:18] 777, ºEnvy: I like to think that we're their monthy burden... I sure try to make it that way
[17-17:19] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: I'm too nice for my own good. I try not to be nasty during those days.
[17-17:20] 2bb, *Nicola Jennings : *yawns big*
[17-17:20] 777, ºEnvy: That you are... see, if I'm not happy, nobody is happy.
[17-17:21] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: Bah, I'd just ignore you until you got happy. 's what I do when Mat's being not happy. It works.
[17-17:22] 777, ºEnvy: I woudn't ever be mean to you in the first place : P
[17-17:22] JOIN: Nicola Jennings has entered.
[17-17:22] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: I know. ^_^ Plus, I couldn't ignore you. It's totally impossible. ^^;; *drags into a dark corner and rapes*
[17-17:23] 777, ºEnvy: *does love being sexually assaulted by her favorite girlie*
[17-17:24] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: *does love to assault, in a loving and cherishing way, of course*
[17-17:25] 2bb, *Nicola Jennings : *kicks internet then pouts*
[17-17:25] 777, ºEnvy: *beats Lizzy's net for her*
[17-17:25] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: No pouting! *pets*
[17-17:26] 2bb, *Nicola Jennings : *purrs big*why is me not getting raped?
[17-17:29] 2bb, *Nicola Jennings : brb gonna restart pc
[17-17:29] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: I did't know if you wanted to be raped! *gladly drags away and rapes with vigor*
[17-17:30] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: *wiggles in her chair* I need to play!
[17-17:32] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: But I can't, I've got to give my Mum a call. *bahs*
[17-17:34] b26, ºCecile DeMornay: *cracks knuckles and prepares for Admin Magic!*
[17-17:34]
: *waves* Hello Envy, how are you?: That's good: *kicks her side bar* Refresh damn you: Of course. Just need to finish something quick, it will take but one moment: ((*hops IC*)) *she walks down from the upper part of the bar and will smile at the few NPC's in the bar. She'll step behind the bar, telling whoever is there to go home earlier and relax. She'll start to wipe down the counter then*: *comes into the bar, wearing jeans and a jacket, despite the heat. She pulls the sunglasses off, revealing heavily black lined eyes. After tossing the glasses on the bar top, she slides onto a stool*: *she smiles at Kailynn* Hey, what can I get ya?: uh *looks down to set her purse next to her, then up at Harmonia* Vermuth on the rocks, please.: *she nods and sets down the rag she was using, mixes her drink and hands it to Kailynn* There ya go, first drink is always on the house. *she'll extend her hand* Name's Harmonia: um *doesn't know what to tell her... so she just doesn't* Thanks. Nice to meet you.: *she'll lean back against the counter, a mirror going the whole length of the bar and she starts to clean some glasses* So what's your story: Just needed a drink *lifts the glass and takes a drink. Quite a good one, despite how bitter the stuff can be*: *she'll smile again and set down the glass she was cleaning* You work at the music store don't you?: Um, I used to yeah. Did you come in there a lot or something? *it's slightly unsettling to her that she's that noticable. She tried to look as different as possible from her glittered, make up self outside of the club*: *she nods* I usually buy my cd's from there. Real nice place. So you used to work there?: *it's the hair... she just knows it. Maybe she can dye it and just wear a red wig at work... but that just seemed stupid* Yeah. It was a pretty good job.: *she smiles and pours herself a glass of water, taking a sip* So where do you work now if you don't have that job?: Nowhere yet *has this kind of bland quality about her voice. A usefully trick when she wants to bore someone after a couple questions, but this doesn't seem to be working with this woman* Why are you so interested?: *shrugs* I could use some help around here. I got two other bartenders here but I could use a few more. And you seem like you have a story to tell, but right now it's locked up tight: I don't have anything to tell *her nights are a little booked... which leaves bartending out* I appreciate the offer, but don't you have to go to college to be a bartender?: *she nods* There are some classes, but I pay for them. And I need another daytime bartender anyway: Look, I can't. You're very kind to offer, but can I just have another drink please?: *she shrugs and gets her the drink* You're welcome. $3.00: If you have any questions, feel free to ask: *smiles a little, picking up the glass* What if I'm not done yet?: Questions? About what?: *she'll smile and shrug* Anything you want to know: I... um... I just came for a drink, alright? *puts down the emptied glass*: *she holds up her hands and nods* Ok then. *she'll start to clean another glass, trying to figure out how to get her to open up a bit*: *she'll set the glass down and sigh a little. She looks around the bar* Might have to close early tonight: *tosses a 5 on the counter. Even at her most drunken moments, she's never sat and babbled to a bartentder* Thanks for the drink.: *picks up her purse and her glasses and heads back off downtown*: ((well has to go, mom needs comp))
: *a broody looking redhead is in the back room. Her day off had been eventfull enough. Although, the bruise that's shown itself on her elbow has made her rather unpopular*: (*waves crazily to Jayde*) Alright. I'm slightly out of commision, so I'm sure you'll do just fine. *smiles, apparently at least a little more kind that she appears* You must be new.: *takes the offered hand and shakes it* Kailynn. Mary Ann around here, though. I don't like one of the 'customers' finding out who I am so they can look me up.... I guess that would be my advice to you.: (one of should be any of): (Pft. no they wouldn't. I made that name up!): Well, you never know. They actually tend to really go for something a little more exotic. They can get women from their own culture anywhere.: (did they put an 'i' in it?): I guess... Mexicans aren't that hard to come by in California, though. A spanish act could be profitable: *shrugs* I'd just go Spanish. They'd never know the difference *smiles again* But it's just a thought.: *chuckles, reaching over to snag her pack of cigarettes, Lucky Strikes* You'll do just fine. (*drags Liz in*): *as her lighter is out of arms reach in her bag, she nods, putting the cigarette between her cherry red lips* Yeah: *and these are indeed deathsticks. Unfiltered and ready to kill. She blinks at the fire appearing out of nowhere, but leans slightly into it for the cigarette to light* Thanks... that's quite a trick *obviously just thinks she has a lighter hidden somewhere*: *Had just finished a dance ruitin and was shatterd....dropping her feather duster and walking towards the ar spotting Jihan and Kailynn..she vaigly smiled*: *raises a brow, reaching over to ash her cigarette into a tray* You're not going to get many tip with that face, princess. Whatever it is, suck it up and smile.: *had assumed kailyn was speaking to her and forced a smile to cross her pale face*: Nicola, have you met Jihan *tends to remember interesting names, since she has one that's mispronounced so often*: *She lightly shakes her head*im not sure..*said as she takes the countless hairbands from her firey red hair*: They seemed parshal to leather*said simply to Jihan*: *walks into the club, having been directed here by someone outside. After some more sleeping and just general resting around his apartment, he’d come looking for Kailynn. He had to talk to her after what she had seen, and just generally to be sure that everything was okay. He’d ask if anyone knew her around the area he had last seen her, and someone had directed him to the Burning Bush to look. He stops a man just inside the door to ask if he knows where she can be found, and he tells him she was probably one of the girls who worked here, there was one that sounded like who he was describing, if by a different name*: Well... now you have *squishes the cigarette out and stands, ajusting her black leather studded bra and little red plaid mini skirt. She left her hair down, but back from her face by a red ribbon used as a headband* I need to get onto waitress duties. Good luck girls.: *She smiles gently pondering on to stay in the outfit she was i or change for her next act*: (who's the third?): *blows a kiss to Kailynn as she moves off to do the waitressing*: (thought she had dark hair heh... you need pics, man): The guys call me Lustfull Dreams but feel free to call me what you want I genraly answer to most things*she finaly gets all the hairbands out of her hair and ruffles her overly long red hair*Ahh thats better: (hmm im sorry peeps i need sleep my head hurts): *is practically grabbed for drinks when she walks out. However, being regulars, they know better than to actually grab the girls. She walks differently here. Maybe it's the heels, maybe something else. Her steps are smaller, more in control. Unlike on the street, where she's in a hurry and not wanting to be noticed, here she lingers. However, there's a certain blank look, even if they do have a dark, wicked kind of overtone... like the photos of dull supermodels trying to look mysterious and sexy. Which for most of the patrons of this club, is more than enough. She walks to the bar, leaning over slightly to yell the order to the 'tender over the noise of the music and yowling of the customers*: *She nods to Jihan*Ok Saige well im sorry to love you and leave you but I got a lap dance to get orgaised in 5 mins and im not even changed yet*she blows kiss and darts into her little changing room slipping into a new outfit and gets back to work*: (blows kissies and vanishes*: (*waves to Liz*): *is making his way through the club, and stops to ask another person, who points to a girl over by the bar. He can’t really see her face from here, so he makes his way over. This is defiantly not a place he would usually be in, and it’s probably pretty obvious. He doesn’t like that it seems so easy to put him off guard, but dealing with people like this doesn’t usually come into his job. He finally makes it to the bar, and leans against it next to the girl* Hey *has to yell to be heard over the noise, and waits for her to turn so he can see her face to be sure it’s Kailynn*: *only turns slightly so that whoever is speaking to her is aware that she's answering him.* I'll have to get you in a mintue, darlin'. I've got drinks to deliver. *slides the tray of drink off the bar and walks away to deliver them. Obviously, she hadn't known who was speaking to her*: Kailynn *doesn’t mean to snap, but it seems to come out that way with the yelling. He doesn’t know what else to do to get her attention, and he’s relatively sure that it is her. If it wasn’t she’d just keep walking, if it was she’d probably turn around and acknowledge him with more than a ‘I’ll get to you in a minute’, considering everyone he’d talked to said she went by another name*: *stops dead, sliding a tray onto a table. Her eyes shoot around, hoping nobody was paying attention... they weren't. Then she turns. How in the hell could this have happened? For Christ sakes, he could have at least had the decency to bother her at home* Go out back. I'll meet you there.: *he just nods, since it was better than yelling anyway. At least he knew for sure it was her now, though she didn’t look to happy about the fact that he was here, or that he had used her name. He moves through the crowd again avoiding as best he can bumping into anyone as he makes his way outside to the back, glad to be out of there at least. He didn’t know why the place bothered him so much, but he was much happier to be outside away from the noise and just the whole experience. Though that hadn’t been the hard part of this visit, that was still coming next*: *Comes out the back door about the same time, wrapping her jacket around her. It covers her from neck to knees. She's fully prepared to lay him flat for endangering her identity like that. Maybe she's paranoid, but with that crowd, she'll take the chance of being called paranoid rather than one of them looking her up in the phone book. Yet, at the last second, it occurs to her that he doesn't seem like someone to make social calls* Are you alright?: I’m fine *he doesn’t really understand why that is the first question she has. Not exactly what he was expecting, but it was better than getting hit or whatever else she could have come up with* I was here to check up on you…you ran out really fast.: Well, you were alive and I was awake *just looks at him suspiciously. This whole situation is just getting to strange for her. She's never "accidentally" ran into anyone three times, then had them track her down to be sure she's ok... not in this city* Just get to the point. Are you a cop?: No. If I was a cop I wouldn’t be here *says that very simply. It was the truth, he didn’t think he needed to try any harder to convince her that he wasn’t lying.* I’m going to guess you don’t much care for them, so I shouldn’t be worrying about you going to see one anytime soon?: *ah... there it was. She nods with a faint smirk* You could have threatened me at home, you know.: This isn’t a threat yet. *he’s still being honest, until she gave him a reason to worry about her, he would remain completely civil, but if he thought she would go to the cops or anyone else, then he would start threatening*: *sits in her office talking business with a couple of mafia-looking men; the door is propped partially open, so if she's needed, she's here*: It is to me. I don't like these scum bags knowing who I am. *she can understand his want for secrecy, even if she doesn't know why* It's none of my business: Sorry, I had to find you and I don’t know whatever name it is you go by here. *really doesn’t like the tone of that sentence* If I was threatening, it would be something much worse then that. *stands back at seems to be studying her for a moment before he continues* There might be others that’ll start asking you questions, if anyone saw you coming or going from my place. I need to know you won’t say anything to any of them either.: *crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly wondering if it would have been better to let him die on the street* I have enough to worry about without sticking myself into yours.: I need to have a clear ‘No I won’t talk; *takes a step closer to her* This is very serious. You could get hurt if you aren’t careful about this whole thing. And I don’t mean by me. If the wrong people think you know anything about me, it would be very bad if you confirmed it in anyway.: *takes a step back, the only, but still very clear sign of her fear of him. Her face remains calm and unreadable* No, I won't talk. It's not like I actually saw anything anyway.: *she escorts the mobsters from the club using the back door, shaking their hands and planting kisses on their cheeks; her father is a high-ranking member* You tell daddy I'll come see him next week. You boys come back here soon, you hear? I'll cut you a deal on a few of my girls. Bring a couple of friends, okay? Alright, have a good night, guys. Caio. *shutting the door, she turns to peer at the massively packed club; both bottom and top levels are full to the brim, and she suspects that this is just the first rush of the evening. She sees Kai with an attractive young man and smiles, suspecting it must be her lover. She hooks a finger at Chaz and they ascend again to her office, this time the door closing*: *notices the step back, at least that was a sign that she was taking him very seriously* Good, that’s all I needed…you alright after hitting that floor? *has snapped out his ‘work’ mode, and can now concentrate on other things, like if she’s okay physically*: *sighs and closes her eyes when she hears Ceclile. Well... that pretty much said it all. Her eyes are still closed when she speaks, but opens them soon after* I'm fine: ~Takes Simon's place in the Club.. Just watching the people and observing the Kine as they do whatever...~: Good, I wouldn’t want you to have gotten hurt helping me…and I am grateful you helped me. I know I’d be dead right now if you hadn’t stopped me from trying to walk back to my apartment. I owe one. *ignores the sigh and all, not feeling like asking her what that was about*: *after a time, Chaz and Cecile exit and decend together; Chaz starts circling the crowd, working his masterly PR skills to the best of his ability. Sliding over to the bar, Cecile takes a seat and swivels so that she can watch her patrons. Automatically, a gin and tonic is fixed and set at her elbow. Keen eyes note familiar faces, but they stop on one she didn't expect to see; that very interesting man from the street the other day. She tilts her head, and simply watches him*: So... did you come here to warn me or to thank me? *shakes her head, feeling ridiculous all of a sudden in her make up and little headband, but what can she do about it now?*: ~sits on a stool, his usual attire on.. Brown coat, black shirt, black boots, brown pants, tophat. His cane is sitting on the floor, and he is sort of leaning forward on it.. His eyes dart from person to person as he feels the vibes of this place.. Full of sexual tension, anger, raw energy to be harnessed at his very will. Madness crept up at every corner, he felt that. This place was worse than that bar he stayed in.. Tevesh's lips mouth out these very words.. He feels eyes upon him, but does not care.. Is too engrossed in the energies, auras, and mystifying behaviour of this place...~: Both. Work first, then secondary concerns *is being completely honest, that was what this was. He’d gotten rid of all concerns regarding his work and the dangers involved with that, now he could worry about her as a person, and also thank her for what she did. He thought it was only right to say ‘thank you’ when someone saved your life*: *she slides off her stool with her drink and comes up beside Tevesh. She stands there for a moment, just peering at him, before reaching out and touching her cold glass to his cheek, wondering if it might startle him from his revere of her customers*: Fair enough. Don't mention it, then. *lowers her eyes, but not her head* I um, have about 15 more minutes on my shift. Do you want to come in and have a drink? I can get you a couple free ones.: ~In fact, it doesn't startle him.. His eyes slowly make their way over to the woman next to him.. A grin slowly spreads across his clean, pale face.. He stares at the woman and recognizes her..~ From the deep you come, most unexpected Miss. ~He swivels his chair around and meets her gaze, those oh so captivating glass-balls staring directly into her eyes.. Feeling as if he could see her very soul and touch it, warp it.. Make it his and turn her into something so monstrous that the demons of Hell fear it..~: *as his eyes connect with hers, that same, strange, overwhelming dizziness and feeling of epiphony and enthrallment come over her, that tripped her those few days ago. She can't seem to find the will to blink, but she forces words out sure enough. Social graces must stay intact, after all* Welcome to the Bush. Do you like it? I made this little hovel of sin. *she smiles, or so she attempts; she can't be sure, it's very hard to concentrate when she's falling into his gaze*: *he just, stares for a moment, a bit floored by the offer. The smart thing to do would be to say no, and walk away now…but something keeps him there. An actually, human, person was talking to him willingly, not to mention asking him if he wanted something. That wasn’t a normal for him outside of someone offering him a drink or whatever to talk business over. And suddenly he finds the smart thing to say isn’t what is coming out of his mouth* Sure, sounds good.: Ah, yes. I like it.. It suits me.. ~feels her eyes.. her soul.. Not meaning to, he feels himself entrancing her.. His eyes swirling with colour and emotion, time slowly passing by in this little universe.. As he continues to hold eye contact, she feels as if the world has stopped and they are the only two in the room.. All attention is focused upon her..~ Sin? Who's to say it's not what's right? I think it is.. Sin is relative, my Dear.. I've never gotten your name yet? Nor you mine? ~smiles softly, unblinking..~ I'm Tevesh.. ~Holds out a hand..~: Perhaps I'm still clinging to a useless puritanical view, imbedded in my mind by society and probably my mother. My name is Cecile. *she feels her smallish hand slide into his, and while she might normally look down, she finds the motion impossible. Perhaps she's crazy, but she can hear her own heart beating in her ears, in the sudden and strange quietness around them* You know I was hoping to see you again. I don't know why.: *hadn't really expected it, but doesn't take it back.* Alright. *opens the door, having to hold it open for him because it locks from the outside* 15 minutes... and my name is Mary. *drops her hand, letting it fall open*: ~Kisses her hand, because he's feeling gentlemanly tonight.. Grins as he releases her hand, not breaking gaze.. The rest of the room a dead quiet, a blackness falling about the two of them.. At least, to her anyways.. He remains subconciously aware of the rest of the place, but is looking to Cecile now..~ Nice to meet you Cecile.. I.. was hoping to see you again too.. To learn a bit about you.. ~Nods to himself..~ That is my place in this world, to learn. To see. To teach. Ah, teaching the unseeing is my greatest joy.. ((Well stocked, Jihan. Sowwy.. :()): ((Add me then.. feardoubtdisbelief.. :D)): *she wants to tilt her head in a show of curiosity, but is unable to make her mind convince her body. Those eyes ... * Learn more about me? That's odd. I'm not sure there is much to know. *she finds herself smiling, or so she hopes* Learning about the world ... I wish I'd seen more of it. But I've learned so much just by owning this place. It's amazing what you can learn about people when sex is on the table. It's like ... a gateway to the true soul of the person. The animal. The primal brain. It's very interesting, I think.: *nods and walks inside. He tenses up before he even realizes it as he gets back inside. The place still made him feel a little uncomfortable, not really the women, but the men’s behavior towards most of them. It was just something he didn’t understand, his mother had taken great pains to teach him to never ever behave that way, though if he really thought about it he could understand it. Still not something he would ever like to think he could sink to. He just goes to find a place to sit as quickly as he can to avoid attracting attention or anything else*: ~Nods.. Gestures to the chair next to him, in a sign to have a seat. Finally breaks gaze with her, and swivels the chair around..~ This business is interesting. One that I have next experienced, nor had learned anything about. It seems that the general emotion in here is lust, the driving feeling... They are controlled by your dancers. Simple to see.. ~Speaks as if he has interest in it.. And does..~: ((Pause that RP for a while.. But is still available now. ^_^((: *lets her jacket slip off her shoulders and she tosses it next to him. She feels more exposed with him in here, because she knows he's different. It's like the same kind of invasion as if one of these assholes came to her house*: *tacks on *goes about waiting on tables and collecting her tips* onto that*: ~is sitting in the place, watching the people still.. Observing the vibrations and auras as he was before.. Sitting like he was before.. Staring at all patrons..~: *just sits there, looking around and wondering a bit about what drew people here. There were better ways to get sexual energy out of your system than coming to a place like this. Much less public ways, that didn’t come along with a lot of the behavior around here. But mostly to in his mind, less public ways. But everyone has to make their own choice, this just wouldn’t be the top of his list*: ~Taps his cane on the floor, noting the other man that is watching.. His face is warped and his mind is torn, but Tevesh doesn't care.. He continues to stare at everyone, noting the hooting and howling.. The way they lust after the women on stange, who are dancing.. He shakes his head sadly at the way their minds reach out towards the women, tentacles too short to grasp.. Their imaginations are clear to him, the things they say and see in their minds eye.. How pitiable..~: (Yo, HarmoniaaaaaA! :) ): ((Hey Tevesh, how are ya?)): *while she's setting a drink down on a table, a guy comes up to her. It's Chaz, the manager. He whispers something into her ear, which she shakes her head to. When he continues to protest, she gets angrier until one final 'No, I'm leaving now, or I quit', finally agrees with him and he leaves. She ducks into he back room, coming out in her typical jeans and t-shirt and make up washed off, this time with a bag over her shoulder. The same liquor reddened faces that had leered at her so hungrily only moments before, now don't even give her a passing glance. Snatching up her coat without looking at him, she slings the back over her shoulder.* Ready?: ~Stares at the woman, his eyes meeting hers.. She sees a power in his eyes, a wild sort of madness.. Controlled but still utterly dangerous.. Jihan feels herself being alienated, her body sucked dry of all emotion and thought, nothing but hate bombarding her mind with barbed pikes.. Staring at her, he says..~ Fun? If you mean my mind slit and gouged of all rational thought by your mental knives, then no. ~Shakes his head, as his buddy (the cane who talks) starts to speak for him..~: (Speak through him rather.. I'm good Harmonia! You?): ((doing ok, kinda angry at one of my friends)): (Aww.. *Huggle and stuff* Hope you get.. not angry.): ((*huggles back* thanks)): ~Sits up, taking interest.. He grins and recognizes what she is too..~ Good, good. You see what I see, a while since I've heard the voice of a good thinker.. ~taps his head as Tevesh takes control again. He become good natured once more..~ Time flies and time slows, depends on where and who you're with.. I choose not to eat them. I could have now, but I seek no blood from Kine. I prefer the glasses full, nothing from the mind. ~nods slowly.~: Yes *he says it as he stands up, more than ready to get out of here, though he hadn’t missed that conversation between Kailynn and the guy, though he can only guess what it was about. He just follows her, not really sure what he’s still doing here but he still doesn’t seem ready to make some excuse to duck out. He still knows that he should, and that he should have already, but for some reason he just doesn’t*
: *leaves the place with her jacket over her arm. She waits to be on the street before she speaks* Not really your scene, I take it?: ~Nods at her..~ I don't speak in riddles, merely what flows through our mind. I have come to observe, nothing more nothing less.. ~Notices immediatly the act.. And has a moment of extremely rational thought and hands her a $20 bill. He nods and taps his can lightly on his boot..~ Just to observe. No harm in watching, the owl says.: (I have to go and she has to go, so I'll see you guys all probably Monday night. If Amanda's not around, Mothy is here to make sure that you're all happy and loved *blows kisses*): (Bye bye! *hugs and kisses and lovin'*): ~Sighs.. Looks to his cane and mutters..~ See what we do for charity? Hide in plain sight and look what you find.. Punches to the mind and throats cut for all.. Might as well.. ~Looks at her, then says..~ Fine, do what you must. Where we go and what you do, I'm an observer.. Bring up the facade!: ~Does so, the room pulsing with the energy.. Not in the least bit aroused.. He is, after all, hundreds of years old. Not sure if this stuff works anymore?~: Mind is preserved, but body is old. ~Leans back, sinking into the cushion. The veins in the room grow and pulse as he feels the walls start to slowly constrict.. His tophat is sitting on the couch, having taken it off when he walked in.~ No need for this, no need. To learn, to see. To feel! That is my quest. I felt this sort of thing while blind, no need to feel it as I look through the clean glass..: ~Stares at her.. Shaking his head.. He struggles to think like.. her..~ While alive.. Y-yeah. Alive. ~The room slowly starts to close in tighter.. He closes his eyes... Breathing heavily..~: ~Suddenly starts trembling really badly, his eyes gone a bit wild after he opens them.. The shadows start to crawl up his legs.. Cold.. He moans in pain as he feels them bite him.. He pushes the girl off of him.. Suddenly seizes up, completely rigid..~: ((*hands moth a bat*)): ~eyes rolling back into his head, he starts to jerk wildly.. His cane flying across the room and slamming into a wall.. It lands on the cushioned couch thing and lays flat.. Tevesh, however, slams his head into the ground as he jerks uncontrollably.. The whispers come on slowly and start to become screams.. His hands clasp the side of his head as he moans in pain, blood dripping from his ears...~: Screams.. Screaming.. Stop it.. STOP! ~He curls up, pushing onto the sides of his head.. Groaning and rocking back and forth.. His mind floods with images of torture.. Of pain. Of hate, death, madness.. Life being snuffed out like candles in a harsh wind, a hurricane of emotion and life.. Blood pours from his eyes, no longer from his ears.. Wouldn't be good to take him out in front of people..~: ~Stops moving.. Walls have closed in, a world of dark.. Feels nothing, sees nothing.. Hears nothing.. Doesn't panic, because his mind has basically shut down. A basic overload and all of his motor skills, sight, hearing, and etc have shut down. He is alone, deep and quiet.. Stops trembling, groaning, rocking, and bleeding.. He just sits there, eyes wide open with a blank look on his face as he journeys through the caverns of his disturbed mind.~: (Bloodied panties.. Someone might think you are having a REAL heavy day.. ;) ) ~Sort of comes with her, unknowing.. Not sure what's going on.. His alter ego, the soul of his cane, makes his arm lash out and grab the cane and tophat.. Standing on his own, he looks unseeing at the woman, and walks out.. Just into the outside. And quickly leaves~ ((Gotta go soon. -_-)): ~staggers to the BTD bar and goes up to his room.. Does the sleepin' thing after collapsing on the floor right inside his room..~ ((Peace out guys.)): (Yep, all sorted out): *wals out of the Burning Bush after a long days work...exhausted and fed up she makes her way to the deot unsure if it will be open....is wearing a large cape covering every inch of her skin..she slips into the depot *: (thats good): *As he spots Nicola entering the bar, he seizes a cell-phone that had been clipped to the back of his belt. He activates it and dials a ten digit number, waiting for a few moments for the recipient to pick up. He speaks in Russian to whomever is on the other end, simultaneously reaching for a bottle of white wine and grabbing a glass, the phone held in the crook of his shoulder and neck. Afterwards, he disables the phone and lays it beneath the bar, pouring her drink*: *slips the hood down as she approuches the bar*I wasnt sure youd be open*a faint smile creeping across her pale face wondering who he is speaking to but doesnt ask*: I'm usually always open, I rarely sleep. Grab your drink. *He makes his way around the bar to the entrance doorway and closes it, inserting a key and locking it tight. He flips a number of protected wall switches, the lights of the main bar area going dark. The only lumination comes from the glow of a streetlamp outside*: *She smiles gently at his words*im glad im not the only one....she turns in her seat watching him as her hand blindly reaches out for her drink....she settles in her seat as the light dims and the door is locked..she doesnt question his actions just watches him after taking a sip of her wine slipping her cloak off*: Come with me. *Slips back behind the bar and grabs the shotgun from beneath it's glossy counter. He holds it by the barrel in one hand, opening the back door and heading down the flight of wooden stairs into a narrow hallway lined with crates and boxes. A few swinging overhead lamps cast a shadowy yellow glow, keeping things much brighter than upstairs in the bar*: *she stands taking her drink with her as she walks behind him eyes looking around...she was uneasily nervouse for some reason*: *To the left, at the junction, a shop area can be seen with all manner of rifles, pistols, revolvers, submachine-guns, shotguns, and ammunition lining the walls. Dozens of large crates and boxes sit at the back of the shop behind a wooden workbench counter, unopened. To the right of the junction, Nikolai's living quarters can be seen. It is a pleasant place, softened by grey carpeting and a white leather sofa in front of a large plasma screen television. An old-fashioned radio near the far wall on an endtable is turned off, and a circular coffee table in front of the main sofa holds a few small coasters and today's newspaper. In a room to the back, there is a bathroom with a ceramic tub and white linoleum floor tiling. Another door leads to his bedroom*: *her eyes wide as she looks over the guns*Nikolai?*her voice questioning...almost bumping into his back as she stares at the gun..she then drags her eyes from the weaponry and looks into his living quarters feeling almost honoured that he is letting her see this....though not really knowing why he is lettig her see it: *Pauses to grab a clip of pills from the top of the television, sliding one into his mouth with a disturbing tremor. He shudders, eyes rolling back for a moment, before regaining his composure smoothly. He then heads towards the radio, next to which is a prepared syringe of Codeine, with which he injects himself. His perception is just about turned upside-down at the moment, as Nicola's voice seems to be coming from somewhere a thousand miles away* Tell anyone of my shop, and I will kill you. Usually the people who come down here, and aren't interested in buying, never leave.: *She watches him a little worried but lets him get on with it....*I wont Nikolai*said gently as she takes a good look around still standing at his back*: *Tosses the shotgun down onto the sofa and lifts his shirt up over his head, smelling faintly of leather and expensive cologne. A particular musk that is unique to him. Turning, he takes Nicola by the hand, eyes narrowed and focused on her face while he leads her backwards into his bedroom and kicks the door shut. A bed large enough for two people is there, with various posters lining the walls, each of them depicting a scene of patriotic strength and broadcasting their message in bold russian type*: *her gaze widend as he slipped his top off...she knew that scent well and had grown to adore it...now she was really nervouse as he leads her into the bedroom settling her drink on a table before they enter the bedroom...she was curious and unsure why Niklai had led her down here..her fingers coiling around his instinctavly*: *A CZ-G2000 Czech made handgun rests on one of the two nightstands, but that seems to be the last thing on his mind. He lowers his head onto her shoulder, whispering* Mine was a language designed to be whispered. The language of spies, and thieves, and murderers, and all that goes bump in the night. *His sultry voice switches as though giving a particularly effective example* Я иду ехать вы люблю вы никогда не был раньше. Nicola, you are a strange one. *He says, his fingertips caressing the skin beneath her shirt's hem*: *cant help but curles her fingers gently through his hair as he rests hjis head on her shoulder...she relax's as he speaks not feeling so bad about the other night...she doesnt know what he said but listens closely*I could say the same thing*said to his words..her gaze moving down to his fingertips ..she doesnt stop him though *: (*beats her computer*dont mess with me comoputer): *Slides her down onto the bed quietly with predatory eyes, easing her legs apart and sliding himself over top and inbetween. His lips find the dip of her collar, his back arched slightly with one arm folded beneath her in the small of her back* (Fade, before my morals are compromised, lol): *nope there is no way she is going to fight him..partly thinknig its the drugs but not arguing*(giggles at possbile moral issues*): *after a very long night..she lays ther coiled around Nikolai under the sheets..sort of unsure what to say..eyes fixed on him with a questioning gaze*: *A lit cigarette dangling inbetween his lips as he stares quietly towards the ceiling. He appears quite relaxed in the soft, white glow of the table-lamp*: *She watches him closely after a little while placing a kiss to his cheek*Well I wasnt expecting this ?: I thought it would be good for both of us. *Cants his head towards her* Was I wrong? I hope you do not have any regrets.: Offcourse I diont*said rather quickly*just a little surprised is all*she slips the cig from his lips and inhales its toxing favour*: Do you feel fulfilled? *He says, standing naked from the bedside and opening a nightstand drawer. Reaching in, he pulls out a bottle of Vodka and takes a draught straight from it's neck after undoing the cap. Wincing, he looks to her*: *she smiles deeply remaining where she is on the bed with only the covers to hide her pale body*I wouldnt be here if I wasnt*he loosk a little worried as he winces*is something wrong Nikolai?: Nothing is wrong. *His voice a low whisper and his face is straight. He takes another drink of Vodka and lays himself back down* Business is finally slowing itself, which is good. How is your work?: Exhausiting....if imlate in again or put a foot wrong themn i will be losing my job and wh will want to hire an ex stripper.....*she looked liek she was going to say something ontop of that but quickly hcanged her mind: You could always turn to prostitution. *As always, he sounds bland, melancholy, and serious, although he may be joking* That profession is always willing to expand it's work force. *Draws from his cigarette, exhaling a thin stream of whispy grey smoke* Courtesans do make good money, though. And, you have the talent. But, that wouldn't be my recommendation to you, it is a risky affair.: *His words are always spoken slowly, his accent heavy enough to almost make him difficult to understand*: She shakes her head*I already kind of do that at the Burning Bush*she was shocked at his words but tried not to show it*she wraps an arm around him acting as if she isnt botherd*: *She only just understood huim though it took her a while to get her ehad round each word*: *Sets the bottle down and extinguishes his cigarette* Who was that man speaking to you at the bar the other day? The large one, Marius, I think his name was.: A new friend of mine...I guess you could say one of my customers..*she sudenly speaks quickly*but we didnt do anything just spoke for the vast magority of the night: Well, your business is not mine. Forgive me for asking. *Curls an arm beneath her shoulders and plays her hair absently along two fingertips* Do be careful, though I don't think I have anything to worry about. I've seen strange things, Nicola. Part of me believes what you told me the other night...When I was in Southeast Asia, I saw something I could not believe. A man became a wolf, right in front of me. He killed two commandos before we blasted him with submachine-gun fire. It only upset him, and he ran off screaming into the woodlands like a bat from hell. And now, in my imports, I find people purchasing and selling silver bullets...Needless to say, it puts me on edge.: The creatures you speak of are what you would call werewolfs...vampires and werewolfs really dont get on well*she closes her eyes gently*im not going to try and convince you im telling the truth..if you beleave me you beleave me if you dont then you dont...just dont worry about me*kisses his cheek again*Not jelous of Marius are you?: Why would I be jealous over a woman I barely care about. *His words are cold* There are strange things in this world. I will not disbelieve you this time, I know better. It will be morning soon, you can stay here until dusk and then leave if you wish. If men come down here, say nothing to them unless they speak to you. If they give you a hard time, call on me and I will let them know you are on our side. They are Russian Maffiosos, people I deal with on occasion, but I am not particularly affiliated with them.: *His words cut deep but she swallowed had..slipping from the bed to get her hairbrush from her little bag*I will try and stay out of the way*said in a rather bland tone trying to act as if his words hadnt botherd her as she stood in the nmiddle of the room brushing her firey red hair*: (had=hard): *Rises from the bed and moves to stand behind her, lacing his arms about her waist and pressing his cheek against her left shoulder. His hair brushes softly against the nape of her neck* Perhaps I was a bit harder than I should have been. Accept my apology. You must understand how I operate, in my own head. I am not a man you should be involved with, Nicola. In fact, I would give you money if you promised to leave this city and seek a better life elsewhere. I've fallen into depravity, but that does not mean you have to.: *she turns her body slowly and faces him dropping the hairbrush to the floor*Nikolai...im in a guys bedroom who I hardly know ....im a stripper a glorified hooker and a vampire I dont think I can get any lower..*she kisses his cheek and pulls away*please dont worry how you treat me at the end of the day you treat me allot better than most: One must hit the bottom before they can bounce, Nicola. It is your time to bounce. *Brushes a hand through her hair, eyes narrowed almost inquisitively* We are what we accept ourselves as. *Cups her left breast in his hand, massaging it tenderly before trailing a single fingertip down along the flat of her abdomen*: *purrs affectionatly at his actions*I have accepted what I am....my kind cant bounce....I cant change*she pushes her hair from her view*Oh and tonights free..might not be next time*said with a gentle grin as if trying to lighten the subject*: *The corners of his lips twitch up into a rare smile. He seizes up the CZ-G2000 Czech pistol and removes the clip, locking the slide back and ejecting a chambered cartridge. He catches it in mid-air and moves into his shop, assuming she will follow* Nicola, *Her name passes his lips as "Neekola"* I've a question to ask of you. *He slides on a pair of boxers and his jeans along the way, laying the clip and round on the coffee table, but carrying the pistol with him. Once in his shop, he picks up a claw-hammer and tears the cover lid off of a wooden crate*: *She grabs a stray tshirt of his from the floor it would more than lightly drown her as she rases to catch up with him...she doesnt have time to squeeze back into her outfit*whats that*said as she leans against a wall and watches him closely...tying to act as if she feels nothnig for him but hell her eyes deceive her as she watches him open the crate*: *He kneels beside the crate and sets the hammer down, peering inside. Several paper-wrapped, plastic trays lay inside, each one filled with bullets of various shapes and sizes. All of them are crafted from silver* I was a bit puzzled when I got this from the imports down at the docks. They told me they would sell well, and they have been...I wondered why people would buy silver bullets, but now I know. *He pulls a clip from inside the crate for the CZ-G2K, and starts filling it slowly with 9mm rounds* I will be a little better prepared if something should go wrong. *He pulls five shot-shells filled with silver ore flakes and pellets, pocketing them for his shotgun as well* Darius, he is a vampire like you? Or is he something else?: Im not sure to be honest I beleave he is..why do you ask?*he may know how to kill werewolfs but she isnt about to tell him how to kill her kind*she points out a certain shape of bullet*I beleave that would be the most affective kind there skin tends to be very tough unlinke my kind: (Fuck that undo button, I'm tellin' ya): I feel weird doing this, but, I am the kind of man who likes to be prepared for anything. *Rises to his feet, filling a second clip with the bullets she indicated. He kisses her, suckling at her lower lip* You truly are a special find. Come upstairs, I'll pour you a glass of white wine, and we'll drink together, just the two of us.: (hehe dont worry hun i do the same ): *she purrs into his kis he can probably feel her razer sharp fangs against his lip but she trieshard not to even scratch him...the kiss making her deside something*I wan you to keep something sharp..sharp enough to embed in someones chest and through there heart*she curles ehr fingers through his hair*and get yourself some holi water just please keep it away from me*yup she is revelaing what will work for her kind*youll need to destroy the heart either burning it or draining it of blood...if you dont my kind just sleep its called torper: *Glances point-blank into her eyes curiously, not quite sure how to handle her trust and affection. The last time this happened for him, it didn't quite turn out too well* What is it? I have a combat knife that I usually keep on me most of the time...I guess that won't work, eh?: I can also teach you to resist the facts of my kinds bite but it would mean me biting you...which I dont think your keen on*she sems to want to keep him safe her ind and werewolfs more than mafia groups*no either bow and arrow or a good old fashioned wooden steak: *she tries to hid her emotion but he may see a similar look as he did the nigh she killed the gang colsdheatedly..hunger creeping up but not enough to drive her to distraction she barely notices it*: *He knows how to handle humans quite well. The art of fighting for his own survival was something time, patience, and pain had taught him well. But, he didn't like the prospect of fighting a mythological opponent he knew little about* I don't think I'm too happy with the idea of being bitten just yet. Maybe later, my love. For now, tell me if silver bullets will work on your kind, and how I can combat a werewolf if I am without a firearm.: Other than it hurting like hell on earth a silver bullet wont stop our kind..only slow as down for a few seconds...and if you havnt got a fire arm on you ..either run or kiss your ass goodbye couse not allot will work other than trying to beat the crap out of one but one swipe of paw and youll be down*she sounds worried as she says this begining to yawn gently...the words my love had confused her one minute she thinks he is only toying with her the next minute calling her love*who says im yours?*said as she walked to him asking about his words*: It was a figure of speech, darling. *Returns to the bedroom, listening to her as he moves. Seizing up his bottle of Vodka, he ascends the wooden staircase after traversing the hall, taking up her hand and holding it all the way. Once up top, he leans against the bar and pours her a glass of white wine, still shirtless from their escapades. The morning is still dark, and the bar is softly lit by the streetlamp outside* You do know I am not the good-guy. I am no hero, I am no storybook or movie protagonist. If anything, I am the antagonist...You are the first person ever to enter that basement and leave alive without purchasing any weapons.: I am a villain, dear Nicola. Perhaps you should be looking for some sweet saviour. A man who will take you from this city and show you a better way of life.: *she ws surprised by the last part of his words*The question is will it be the only time im permited down ther?*askes as she scoops the wine up and gulps it down*Nikolai...im no saint im damned and am forced to walk this earth slaughtering inniocent men and women no one can save me...atleast if im with you I can..well if you have anyone thats annoying you send them my way who would suspect a stripper*yup is offering to kill people for him*Im tired ...my love*she kisses his cheek and looks to him waiting to see iof he lets her go downstairs to sleep*: *Simply gestures, tilting his head over one shoulder to show consent* Sleep all you want. The bed is quite comfortable. You can go down there whenever you wish, but if you see any Maffiosos, mention my name and they will leave you be. If you do end up getting fired from your job, come work for me. I cannot tend to the bar twenty four hours a day, and I will need someone to do it in my absence, especially while I am making deals below.: You will need to learn Russian, many of my customers speak it, both for drinks and guns. I can teach it to you, but it will take time.: *she nods*Im very greatfull*she leans forward pinnin him aainst the bar and kissing him deeply the kiss full of passion and lust to him*my offer stands anyone bothers you today send em to the room theyyll be desposed off*she pulls from him and walks down the stairs wiggling her ass pravokativly*: *Loses himself temporarily in the kiss, taking a long drink of Vodka once it is finally broken. He watches her descend the steps and then closes the basement door, sliding on a sleeveless black shirt and donning his boots*: *When she is gone, he tucks the CZ-G2K into the waistband of his stonewashed, dark grey denim loose-fit carpenter's jeans, straightening the formfitting contour of his sleeveless black shirt afterwards. Seizing up the sawed-off shotgun from beneath the counter, he pumps it continuously until all it's shells are ejected and laying on the glossed bar's wooden countertop. He reloads the weapon with the specialized shells, each of them filled with silver ore pellets and a high powered grain load. If he hadn't seen what his experience in Southeast Asian had shown him, he could be calling himself a fool for believing Nicola's story. But, he would rather be safe than sorry*: (Refresh): *she lays there for a while and frowns as she just cant seep...rummaging in her little bag and pulls out a mini skirt and tank top slipping them on and moving upstairs....opening the baisment door an inch to see if Nikolai is busy*: *She'll catch sight of his back as he moves up and down along the bar, polishing it with a moist rag and cleaning out the ashtrays. The shades over the front window and glass door have been drawn to keep as much sunlight out as possible, though the bar is open for business and the entrance is slightly ajar*: *Tenses in surprise as she slinks up behind him and plants her kiss. He glances over one shoulder to her* Stradstvuj, Nicola. Sleep well? Or is that rhetorical question. *Lifts the bar counter's end up so she can get around to the opposite side*: *She moves round to the other end*I couldnt sleep: I suspected no less. No rest for the wicked. *Takes a break and leans forward on the bar* Business is slow this day.: *she looks around then turns back to him seen as no one is around she plants an icy kiss on his lips with a sneaky grin*is that so bad?: *Returns the kiss, but breaks it prematurely* Not so bad. You act as though we are married now, with all the kissing and the hugging. Very unprofessional of me, especially to have let you downstairs. But, I am not perfect, this much is obvious. I don't mind the privacy with you though, it gives us time to relax. *Pours her a glass of white wine*: Married*she chuckles*I think not...im just affectionate is all..but I will stop if you want me to*sips the wine*: And you cant be expected not to give in to every pritty lady that comes in..it happens: Nothing wrong with affection, krasavchik. And, you are the first woman I've made love to in five years.: I've done exceedingly well at not giving in to pretty women. They rarely interest me.: Few people interest me...Humans are animals hell-bent on consuming, and fucking, and eating one another alive until there is nothing left. We are a despicable race, and all other creatures are either worse, or on par.: *She looks surpsied at this*Really...im honord*she grins gently revealing those pearly whites*I told you I liked a challenge...ide be lieing if I said you where the first ive had sex with in 5 yeas..however your the first I havnt seen as a client*said as she reaches out to flick a strand of hair from his eyes*: Yes, well, you'll be the one ending up paying me. You owe me about a hundred dollars for all the white wine I've given you. *Affords her a rare smile* But, no matter. I have an abundance of the stuff. The Russians get it to me all the time for free down at the docks, so I have no expense costs. All I have is revenue, and the tension that one day police officers may barge in here and arrest me, or shoot me.: Ti krasavchik. You truly are. *Pauses to look at her, shaking his head left to right as if to say 'What am I to do?'* I trust you will be a regular here now, yes? I may drop by the Burning Bush more often, or maybe even Before the Dawn. I could stand to make a few friends, though I am bad with people.: *she giggles lightly*If you want me to pay yu I can*said as she settles on her seat ...she lookes exhausted and hungry*: It is not necessary. ((One moment, gotta run away from the keyboard)): If you want me to come round then I will but if my boss asks you are paying me and your a client....you know youll get special treatment if you come to the brning bush*little wink*: Im exhausted....do you mind if Istay till my shift at work starts?*she gives puppy dog eyes to him...she has a look in her eyes as if she might jump over the bar and have him ther and then: (i gotta go see you in a few hours if your on): *assumes Nikolai lets her slep downstairs and slip down and passes out on his bed*
: ((All around test)): ((Sweetness)): ((Yes, everything is cool, thanks a bunch)): ((Hehe)): ((Ok...why does my MSN not show up?)): ((Russians are sexy and cool, love them so much)): ((Hehe, reminds me of those stories: "My sister's brother's grandmother's daughter's father's second boyfriend's mom (twice removed) once did this..." lol)): ((lol same here, I hardly know any of my relatives unless I've seen them at a wedding or whatever in the past few years. So many awkward moments when they say "Remember me?" and I'm like "....no?")): ((Yeah, favorite of all time. So what if she came to your house a lot, still not gonna know you)): ((Exactly, good reason to have relatives is money for B-days and Grad. days. I also did that, trying to pretend to remember or go "Ehhhhh...I..think so..." Then when they start talking, nod and act like it brings back memories hehe)): ((Ohh, well Happy belated B-day then =))): ((Ooo ^_^)): ((I love that series, along with the 80's and 70's, 70's though I love more than the others cause they had that part on Debby does Dallas, hilarious, and cable pr0n, laughed my arse off on some of that stuff)): ((Hehe)): ((Yeah, some good stuff there, but nothing compared to the 80's and 70's)): ((lol)): ((There we go *dusts off hands* Profile is done and board topics that need replying to are done *Nods*)): ((Oh wait...need to add physical description...grrr)): ((^_^ Yeah, I've spent some time lurking and looking around before I actually sent in that reg form, coming up with ideas and such, looking up everything.)): ((The bitch was finding a suitable picture, most of the pictures of this model are nude or half nude and almost always with a smile, had to dig through pictures (an enjoyable task I might add ;) ) to find this one which suits her fine)): ((I'm not exactly a newb, y'know, RPed here and there, and Nikolai is a friend of mine who pointed this room out to me so I thought I'd join after reading through everything. One question though, how long has this chat been up and running?)): ((It sure does look great, Hope it stays up and active and becomes a bit popular. Would like to see what this chat could evolve into)): ((And on a note of strange coincidence, I rented True Crime: Streets of LA this weekend. God I love that game, a shame I have to return it so soon though =( . Want to play it the rest of my life lol)): ((I wouldn't doubt it, I just love the opene ended gameplay and sometimes I spenthours on the streets solving street crimes and frisking people for drugs and weapons, it's where I got the idea for the AMT Automag! One of the weapons dropped and I loved the way it looked and sounded.)): ((It is kinda like GTA only you're a cop and can jack and fire at criminals at will, though it hurts your good/bad standing and if you hurt to many innocents, the cops start coming after you. Though no worries, you die, just get a shield and some points taken away, then you're right back up on the street again, no mission failures if you're on the way to one or anything)): ((Definetly)): ((Street crimes sometime give ya the task to arrest them or one of the missions is to, I kid you not, fight strippers in a strip club.)): ((I'd spend the money to buy it honestly, a shame it took me so long to finally go out and rent it)): ((So glad I rented that instead of MOH: Pacific Assault)): ((Though I wish I could find my damnable Call of Duty CD, best WWII Shooter out there IMO)): ((Only gripe is that it is so short, but that leaves room for an expansion hopefully.)): ((Oh I'm a bit of a gamer with an addictive personality too. College? Eh I blaming my second semester grades on the classes themselves and the unrelaistic workload they gave us. Managed 4 C's and a D so I passed, which is good, but it broguth my 3.7 GPA down to a 2.89 and that's cumulative too.)): ((Thinking this Fall will be better because of the summer classes I'm taking, reducing the workload and leaving room for one class to be dropped if need be)): ((That's another problem too...)): ((Yeah...*Only has the wonderful friends, but it's good enough*)): ((Same here)): ((*waves)): ((*)): ((Heh heh, well I best run off and return this game before I get to caught up in chatting. BBIAB)): ((And I'm back)): ((Thank you)): ((lol Good enough for me)): ((Indeed *Puffs on bubble pipe*)): ((Nah, just imitating Stewy off of Family Guy)): ((Oh I love it, great show IMO and bubble pipes are cool too, kind of wish I had one right now too...damn...)): ((lol You're just being non conformative)): ((Bah...don't get any of the movie channels any more because, and I quote, "We (my parents) don't watch them and it is a waste of our money" And it sucks too cause that's where all the good TnA is)): ((Hehe, man that sure does suck for you! *Dripping with sarcasm*)): ((MORTAL KOMBAT!!! *Music starts playing*)): ((....*Killed chat, hides knife, walks away whistling*)): ((*Has knife stolen, pouts*)): ((*Should go IC, if not to make teh admin happy*)): ((*Ponders*)): *In her home, the bedroom actually, sprawled on the sheets and looking up at the ceiling, completly dark. Suddenly a red ember lights up the area around it and is followed by a trail of thick and heavy smoke, being blown from the lips of Katya. She lays there, pondering what she should do, if anything. Just sit here and smoke, wait for another customer to show up...*Pfft, yeah right....*Chuckles, she didn't want another one showing up, looking to empty his seed into any woman that would let him* Bah...what to do, what to do....*Draws again from the cigarette, reaching around to scratch her head* Damnit...gonna have to get up sooner or later...eh...*Holds the cigarette as she stands up from the bed and goes to the bathroom, admiring herself in the mirror, eyes going all over.*
: *he sits at the end of the bar, a drink in front of him half finished. He’d been here for about a half an hour. He just needed to be out, feel like he wasn’t alone, not that this really counted. It just felt like being out and with other people, even though he’s not actually talking to anybody. It just felt better than sitting at home. The apartment had started to feel increasingly isolating, recent events not helping that perception. But it wasn’t like he could just go out and meet people to be friends with. It just didn’t work that way unless he wanted something to happen to them, or for them to find out what he did for a living and react in various ways, none of which tended to be good reactions*: *Trim and tanned body, kept in shape even though she did use some drugs. Lean, just a trace of fat on her body, but it was well placed with her being voluptious and desireable. The different tattoes that adorn her body only seem to emphasize her sexuality. Most men's eyes, and some women's, found her dragon tattoo, wrapping it's body around her abdomen with it's head snaking upward and across her left breast, it's tongue going around and seemingly flicking the nipple, while it's tail went downward to a place better left without mention in a chatroom.*: *Along her right arm is a chain of barbed wire, a sign of the past from her drug dealer days* Look for the woman with the link on her arm and you shall be satisfied...*Mutters the words that meant "Find her and you can get your fix". Around her bellybutton is a sun, nestled between two of the dragon's loops around. That one had been for fun.*: ((*new pic test*)): *tries another bar, since that woman at the last one made her feel like she was under interrogation. She's only had that little pleasure once, and she hadn't liked it back then, either. A quick glance out of the corner of her eye is enough for her to know that that strange guy is here. Go figure... what're the ods?* I guess I do owe you a drink *leaves a stool between them as she sits. Her hair is back, no make up and though her jeans fit, her t-shirt is baggy*: *odds: *She turns around to admire her back and at the very small of it is a rose, crimson red and dripping spatters down, it's stem, filled with sharp thorns and going down once again to places better left unmentioned in a chatroom. After a brief pause she winks at herself and pulls on a black, lacy, lingerie/swimsuit like top and a short white skirt, thowing on a black leather jacket and boots* Mmm time to go out and on the town...*Chuckles again, pulling up the Automag and checking it's clip, full, good, stuffs it down the back of her skirt and conceals it with the jacket, heading outside and hoping onto the Ninja parked outside, starting it up and speeding off into the night*: *Oh yes, throws a helmet on too, doesn't want to mess up that pretty head of hers*: (*does love hot brunette chicks on bikes*): ((lol)): *turns his head, and can’t help laughing when he sees her. This was some kind of joke by god or something, since he’s positive that she’s not a stalker, and he knows that he isn’t one. This had to be the most times he had ever run into someone, unintentionally, in his entire life* Good that someone’s keeping track of that, I forgot about it already.: What're you drinking? *had actually been thinking something along similar lines. Though it is possible that she does see the same people all the time, and just never bothered to notice*: *Turns onto the freeway, passing by one of the many streets that she had memorized to her secret weapons locker, only containing one weapon at the moment, but rumors went around that there was someone who dealt in illegal weapons. Someone she'd have to find and upgrade her weapon's cache for those situations where she had to absolutly waste everyone that got in her way, not that the Automag didn't help that, but something with a rapid rate of fire would be much better. She ducks in and out of traffic, weaving along the high and low class cars, smirking at the fact they liked to travel in packs like one huge cluster f-ck, bah, not for her.*: Beer…that’s the extent of my knowledge, I told them to surprise me *shrugs as he takes another drink out of the beer in front of him* It’s actually pretty good, I was actually surprised.: *winces a little* Yeowch. It sure is *when the 'tender comes over, she orders another 'surprise' beer and a vermuth on the rocks* So is this you're haunt? Most people have one.: Not really, this is just the first place I came across, and I’ve never had any problems here so I stopped in. *smiles slightly* What about you?: If it had been, I wouldn't have had to ask if you come around often *nods as her drink is slid over to her*: I didn’t think so. *finishes off the original beer as the other arrives* Figures we’d both end up in here on the same night *laughs slightly*: Makes me wonder how many times I actually interact with people and don't even notice. *pokes at the ice in her drink with the straw* I get free drinks at the club, but sometimes I need a change of scene.: *he holds back a comment about the club. It’s not his place to say anything anyway, and as he had to force himself to remember when he was there before, everyone makes their own choices. But he pauses and takes another drink before answering* Everyone needs to go somewhere different sometimes, even if it means paying for your drinks *looks over at her and grins a bit*: *looks down at her drink, seeming quite intent on her stabbing, but she actually isn't thinking about it at all* Look, I could get fired for saying this, but if you want to come around there, fine... but I'd appreciate it if you did it while I wasn't there. You make me uncomfortable and I can't work when I'm uncomfortable.: You won’t ever see me there again, if your working or not *probably didn’t use the best tone of voice when he said that, but he felt almost offended. And it was true, he wouldn’t have gone in the first place if he hadn’t needed to. Once again the idea that some things should be taken care of in private comes to the forefront of his mind, and that he just doesn’t get people who go to those places and behave like that in public.*: You don't have to get angry. There are men more sophisticated than you that come around regularly *takes the straw out of the drink and places it on the bar, then takes a good gulp of her drink*: (where'd everyone goooo?): It’s not about sophistication, it’s about preference *just shrugs and takes another drink while he looks over at her* I would have thought how uncomfortable I was there was obvious.: nd I had thought that it was obvious that I'm not some kind of spy, but you still asked me to promise you something. I just wanted the same courtesy: Alright then *puts up one hand as though he was in court or something being sworn in* I promise not to come in and make you nervous while your working, though I don’t understand why it matters. But I promise: *her brows knit together as her pale eyes shift to lock onto his face* I just told you why it mattered... though if there is anything you need cleared up, feel free to just ask. *why did she say that? She didn't want this guy or anyone else asking her anything. But it had to have come from somewhere* Besides, I sad that you made me uncomfortable, not nervous.: *shrugs and he laughs again, but more of an honest laugh this time* It’s the same difference to me. Or at least 90%of the time it’s the same results from what I know of most people. But fine, it’s uncomfortable, not nervous. And you didn’t say why, you just said my being there made you uncomfortable. That’s not a why, that’s a result.: *shrugs* I'm not really sure. I just know that I don't want you there anymore than I want any of the guys that hang around there following me home.: Alright…fair enough *perhaps is even more lost than before she said anything, but he’s not going to argue, it’s not like it’s really a problem anyway. He didn’t want to go back, and she didn’t want him there. It all worked out just fine. He didn’t have to understand the reasons.*: Oh. *digs into her pocket, not carrying her trusty bag today. She sets a perscription bottle on the counter* They gave this to me at the hospital when I had bronchitis a month or so ago. I took one and it made me sick, but I have a problem throwing things away. I'm guessing all antibiotics do the same thing.: *he reaches over and picks up the bottle and carefully reads the label* Well, I don’t think it could hurt. If it makes me sick I’ll just get rid of them *looks up and smiles* Thanks *almost doesn’t want to admit that he had forgotten about finding some antibiotics, and probably never would have remembered unless he had gotten an infection*: Don't mention it. I had a feeling that I'd probably run into you again eventually. *returns the smile, but very briefly. Then she gets the familiar 'switched off' look about her, though it's not near as dead as at the club* I have a pretty sensitive stomach. You should be alright with them.: And now the purposeful detachment starts *muttered more to himself than anything, is pretty sure she didn’t hear it anyway and he hadn’t meant for her to. It wasn’t just a reference to her, it was a habit he’d probably start into soon enough on his own as well. It just seemed that ‘checked out’ look was something she was very good at, and he’d started to take conscious notice of it* I probably will be fine, even if they make me sick I’ll probably keep them anyway. Better than an infection: *had caught the mumble. She goes to ask him what he'd said, thinking perhaps she just hadn't been paying attention, when he speaks again and the moment had passed* Yeah. I guess that's true. *slides off the bar stool, throwing a ten on the bar* Well, this encounter has been almost pleasant.: *he turns his head to look at her as she gets up* It has to be the most pleasant so far. Hardly any blood either *grins after finishing off the beer she’d bought him* I’d say chance probably are I’ll see you again soon no matter what I do, seems to be a running theme in my nights recently.: Well, I... *just laughs slightly* My afternoons have just freed up, so maybe next time it'll be during the day.: That would be a nice change….but that would actually mean that I go out during the daylight hours too *tilts his head to the side as though seriously contemplating something* It could be a good idea, the sun couldn’t possibly be that bad for me.: It's actually quite healthy in moderation.: Are you sure? I have nothing to go on but what your telling me and I don’t want to do anything anymore adverse to my health than I already have done *laughs as he finishes talking, smiling* I’m sure it’ll be good for me: You know... you seem almost human when you laugh. You should try it more often.: *doesn’t exactly frown or anything, but the smile definitely lessens* That one’s a bit harder to do then just going outside during the day. But I’ll remember that bit of advice.: I should be getting home before it gets too dark. *starts to back towards the door* I'll see you around. *turns and pushes the door open, walking out into the fragrant Los Angeles air*: (*waves to Richie*): *watches her walk out, and looks back to the two empty beer mugs in front of him, and decides it’s probably better to just call it a night. Besides, if he actually ever had a hope of possibly trying that ‘going out into the sun’ thing, he’d have to actually start sleeping at night anyway. Plus he was planning on walking halfway home anyway before calling a cab to take him the rest of the way, so he might as well get started, so he pays for the first beer and stands up before walking out of the bar himself. And he also doesn't feel like sitting around a bar anymore anyway*: *her voice sounds clear from behind him.* Do I frighten you *she stands against the wall of the building, her arms crossed, a foot raised to press against the wall as well*: *he turns quickly around mid step at the sound of her voice, actually surprised. He had assumed she would have already walked away far enough from the building now that he wouldn’t run into her again, but he laughs* I’m just absolutely terrified: I'm serious. Unless you have a few drinks in you, you seem uncomfortable... or nervous sometimes. It doesn't seem to me that you're always that way. Infact, you seem quite sure of yourself.: Your very perceptive.*he just stands there quiet for a moment, actually seriously considering what he should say next, as he only barley understands it himself, and if he’s going to attempt putting it into words, it has to be the right ones * I don’t know what it is honestly. But I’m not going to say you’re wrong. I guess it’s just…I don’t usually talk to people outside of clients for my work. Your probably the first person not related to my work that I’ve said more than ten words too in a long time.: *has to smile, though it's not entirely pleasant* I guess we have more in common that we both thought *which of course, other than their general disposition, she'd thought was nothing*: Probably not the most positive thing, but it could be worse *kind of shrugs as he stands there, looking at her. He’s a little more upset by the words than he’s outwardly displaying, but it wasn’t as though he could do anything about it anyway. It was just the way things were* I thought you said you had to get home? Could you use an escort again?: ((*waves to everyone*)): *shrugs a little, pushing herself away from the building* I don't really have to be anywhere. I just like to get home before it's too late and the cops get lazy.: ((*waves*)): And that means a yes or a no or a…..something else? *trails off to let her provide whatever the answer is, as that didn’t really tell him anything except that she knows to avoid the cops at night*: ((*pokes moth IC* Please?)): It means that sounds fine *doesn't necessarily avoid the cops. It was kind of comforting knowing they're around... even if most of them are worse than the criminals they were hired to find*: (*slides Mothy some chocolate milk*): Okay, I can work with that, Now, if I can recall right, you live that way *turns to face the direction he’s at least ninety percent sure is right, they had been walking from somewhere different last time, and he hadn’t memorized the location, as he hadn’t ever though he’d be returning to it*: ((*pokes Richard* You going IC?)): ((Richard, if that's alright.)): *nods* That's excellent recaling. *starts to walk, her arms still crossed* You're going to spoil me.: *she'll smile at Richard, setting down the glass she had been cleaning* Hey there. What can i get ya?: *walks along side her, smiling at the comment* I’m not worried about it. And would it really be that bad of a thing?: *she'll nod at him getting him a bottle of beer and hands it to him. She'll extend her hand* Name's Harmonia.: (*rolls eyes* it's gettingto be that time of night): True. *actually should probably remember that himself, though he doesn’t feel like he’s really said too much or anything yet, though it is more than he usually does* But I don’t think it’s really that bad in this case. Or by my standards, I don’t know what yours are.: *she smiles and leans against the counter. She looks around the bar the back at him* I see you brought a guitar in with you. You in one of the local bands around here?: Mine are to never get too confident to stop looking over my shoulder. Don't get me wrong. I love the city overall, just little details kind of put me off.: Just because your guard is starting to go down, doesn’t mean you aren’t still looking over your shoulder. Just for not the same things. *glances over at her while he walks* But I’m not quite sure I understand what you mean by the little details?: I heard you guys one night actually. You were really good. I'm surprised they haven't been pounding on your door: I guess that having to look over my shoulder is one of them. I hear a lot of complaining about the people *stuffes her hands in her pockets* Overall, they don't bother me. I just don't expect much, I guess.: Good idea, cause you don’t usually get much. I’ve lived in the city my entire life *pauses as though he’s thinking about something* can’t say there’s very many people who have done much to keep my faith in humanity alive or anything else.: *she'll think for a moment, recalling the night she had heard them* It was one of your first gigs, I can't remember the club off hand though.: I think it was the depot.: *looks over at him, considering a moment* Really? You always struck me as very European *smirks lightly*: *shakes her head* I've had a few, but not as of late.: *nods and shrugs* A few, but not any as of late: *smiles and laughs* That would probably be the influence of my mother, and another man who helped raised me. They were both European. Constantly disgusted with everything around them too, I guess that’s a European thing: (*kicks out that 'always' because it makes no sense with it in there*): *she nods and smiles, flashing fand* Yep all kinds: Must be. We Americans don't really care much about anything *her steps start to slow, then she comes to a stop* This is it. Thanks again.: *she nods and smiles, flashing fang* yep, all kinds: That’s what I was always told, hard to argue otherwise sometimes *looks up at the nearby building, recognizing it* No problem, the conversation is nice. And you also get home without any trouble. *grins* So, I’ll probably be running into sometime in the next 48 hours, if the pattern holds.: *she'll shrug slightly, the smile remaining on her face* I figure if people cannot deal with everyone being allowed to drink in one place then they do not need to be here: Would you like another?: *nods, looking down as she pulls her hands along with her keys from her pocket* Last I knew, I wasn't all that lousy of a friend. If I accidentally bumped into you here now and then, maybe we could just save some time.: Well that one was free. The first drink is always on the house. So tell me, of all the kinds out there, which one are you? *she'll raise an eyebrow at him, knowing full well that he isn't human*: That…*pauses as a variety of answers go through his head as to what he should and what he wants to say before he finally decides* is very true. And saving time is always a good thing.: *catches the pretty obvious hesitation* I'm not asking you for anything. It's just an open offer. You don't have to get nervous.: *she'll look at the bite and nod* I knew you weren't human. You are always welcome here Richard, for a drink or a safe haven. Hey, you got a place to stay around here?: I’m not nervous…just thinking. It’s a habit I try to keep up on *shrugs slightly, he really doesn’t like it when he gets called on things like that usually* came to the conclusion it was a good offer: *she'll nod* I got some spare rooms if you ever need one.: Who ya waiting for?: Fair enough. Good night. *Turns and opens the door, slipping inside before he can respond*: (night darling): *shakes his head as he turns and starts walking. Still going with his originally plan of at least walking halfway there for some exercise, then calling a cab*: (darlings... that's all of you): *looks around then back at him* Whenever I want to close the place down. I own it after all *she'll smile at him*: **pause** ((*hugs* Sorry about this, but I am about to pass out here. Thanks for understanding!!! *hugs again, then hops off to bed*)): *Unlocks the glass door entrance of his bar, drawing up the blinds and flipping the bright neon Closed sign off. The switch next to it converts the Closed image to one that reads Open in bright green letters. Afterwards, he simply takes up residence behind the bar and clears out the translucent plastic ashtrays that were all made to resemble crystal by sweat-shop factories in Taiwan, most likely. Cleaning glasses and polishing the countertop, he turns on a television at a corner of the bar and absent-mindedly watches C-Span*: ((Gonna play, Moth? I'm just kinda sitting around, waiting for anyone who might be interested)): ((I'm here now, had to run off for a bit)): I put up a link to LA in my Fallout chat, I hope no one minds. Not many people play in there anyhow :(: Damn, did I kill the chat or something?: Gosh, dear me.: *Dissapears down below in the Depot's basement for a few moments, just long enough to give himself another lovely injection of sweet, sweet poison. When he emerges, he is shirtless, with a bottle of Vodka in one hand and a lit cigarette inbetween two fingertips of his other*: *Sets the bottle down and whipes at the counter with a moist cloth until it shines with a glossy finish*: *Eyes the newcomers through the dark lavender lenses of a pair of thin, shaded spectacles* What will it be? *As if composing himself, he slides on a sleeveless black shirt, clipping a pocketchain to the belt of his stonewashed dark grey denim carpenter's jeans*: I appear to be growing a regular. *Looking to Jihan*: ((Ohh, my mistake, I thought you were dual-playing Damali and Jihan in the same place, like a few nights ago. My mistake, hee hee, Никак тревожит на всех, мое драгоценное )): *Without a word spoken, he grabs a single-shot glass from beneath the counter and fills it with some vodka, poured from a different bottle than the one he had been drinking from*: *Re-fills it for her, figuring that the Indian culture was taking quite a shine to the Depot* Three dollars a shot, six dollars so far. I will run a tab for you. *He says slowly in soft, quiet tones. The television at the end of the bar blazes on at medium volume, news reporters babbling endlessly about Iraq and America as though the world consisted solely of those two countries. The channel is CNN at the moment, but Nikolai soon changes it to a local news station that seems to have nothing exciting to report*: *Surprised that she hasn't engaged him in conversation. Most patrons usually speak, if only to themselves, as they drink. The subject matter tends to be about their own troubles and problems, most of the time*: *Leaning sideways against the bar, he slowly cants his head to look at her for a long, silent, speculative moment. Afterwards, he seizes up the remote and switches it back to CNN for her* Local news is boring anyhow. Homicide here, robbery there, and the occasional prophetic vision of doom.: No country is the 'good guy'. I take things on an individual basis. *Turns, leaning on his forearms along the counter to face her as he speaks* I consider the leaders of countries to all be corrupt and stupid. Narcissistic, and manipulative. *Turns his head to the side, taking another swig from his bottle of vodka with a wince as it thieves the breath from his lungs*: *His accent is thick and heavy, accompanied by sharp, guttural syllables that get in the way of his coherency. He knows it, which is probably why he speaks slowly, so that others can understand him better*: Who knows. Because it was most profitable to pick the one they did? Maybe they only truly care about their own desires. *Speaking half-heartedly as he eyes the screen, drawing from his cigarette and exhaling a thin stream of whispy grey smoke*: Financially, anyhow.: Do not consider it a waste. Just because we are led by idiots, does not mean we are idiots. I am a lot simpler, and choose to avoid politics where I can.: No, it is the choice of a man who simply does not care.: I am not an idiot. I am simply self-centered.: *Pours her a third shot* Did you have a bad day, or something? You seem to be headed straight for a stupor at this rate. *The cigarette bobbing as he speaks, his hands free*: ((I know, I just think that site is realleh cool. Scary, but cool =D )): What do you do, that consumes so much of your time?: *Nods as he listens* Are things better now? *Another immigrant, to which he can relate*: Who takes care of you here? Still your father and sister? *He hadn't even bothered to ask for her age. That was alright, since his license to sell alcohol in the first place had been illegally gifted. He stabs the cigarette's remains out in a nearby ashtray, watching the red-ember tip die down to swirling black ash*: *Not wanting to intrude, he doesn't ask, simply minding his own business and pouring her a fourth shot* This one is for free. I have not had many customers today anyhow, and your business is welcome. I am Nikolai.: ((*Hits computer too, stupid crashiness*)): Nyet, no food here. Only drinks. *He says to the newcomer, his 'Cop' instincts buzzing, though he pays them little heed for the moment*: Generous, but not kind, my love. *He turns to give a casual wave of two fingers towards Clarissa as she leaves* Dasvidanya. There is a market about half a block south, if you're looking for something quick! *His voice gradually increases in volume as she dissapears out of sight*: I usually only have, and take, what I need. It does not take much to make me content. It takes too much, however, to keep me happy. *Takes a final drink of Vodka from the bottleneck before putting it away, not wanting to become any more intoxicated than he already is. The amount of narcotics in his bloodstream already would make any police officer wet themselves in quota-based delight* I've not been happy for quite a while.: I suppose we are designed that way. Even Eden was not good enough.: Tell me a story that you do like. It will help to pass the time pleasantly. I need to get air conditioning in here, but the man I spoke with wanted me to pay far too much. Greedy bastard.: A fair enough trade. But, this will be your last one without paying. *Pours her another free shot of Vodka*: (*jumps up and down on internet and beats pc with seldge hamemr*ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh work tyou piece of crap): *Listens quietly through the telling, tucking another cigarette behind one ear and maintaining eye contact. Once finished, he turns his head from side to side speculatively* Krasavchik, very beautiful. You've a talent for storytelling that I don't think I've ever seen rivalled. You should move up to Hollywood and write scripts, I'm sure you would make a fortune.: *frowns as she finaly finishes work and slips into a long velvet black dress rathwer than the leather nurses outfit not wanting to scare anyone or attract unwanted attention...she walks down the road after a little while making her way to her regular pub..large cloak covering her body..she walks past a small stall selling bracelets thinking its awfully late for a shop but picks a few cheap silver braclets paying the girl with a little extra and slipping them on..now jangling as she makes her way down the road*: Well, talent does not always have to be whored, anyways. Although in saying so, I am being a hypocrite. Where do you think your journey will end?: *After a while she slips open the Depot door not looking up as she turns and closes the door behind her cloak still sovering every inch of skin apart from part of her face ..she makes her way to the part stiffling a yanw revealing her cheap new bangles*: (*beats room *refresh damn it): (A character from Sue Grafton's books): So, you believe existence does not end with death? What comes after, and who will be there to hear our tales?*Glances towards the newcomer, not recognizing it as Nicola right away. The Depot is a somewhat small establishment, lit by overhead ceiling bulbs with light green shades. The floor is tiled linoleum with black and white alternating patterns. Chairs and circular tables line the wall, and two restrooms are near the back. The bar is along the eastern wall, just a few feet from the entrance, which is usually propped open by a wooden stopper*: *once she is sitting down she slipps the thick cloak off letting it drape down to the floor not realing caring about it...she smiles vaigly face abit off a mess with a few bruises and a cut along her left cheek..yes she can heal them but she heals them to quick and people get suspisouse*: *She looks to Nikolai and with a little smile asks for her usual*wine plaese: (*waves crazy-like to K*): *Gives a quick nod to Nicola and pours her a glass of white wine* I don't doubt or disbelieve anything right away. I've seen impossible things performed by the most unlikely people. Go ahead and try me, I promise to keep an open mind. *Speaking to Damali, naturally curious*: (... the pictures work for me): *just enjoys her burger because she can't wait for Victor to get in so that she can tell him why nobody heard anything at the scene. It was a simple oversight, yet so obvious that she'd even felt stupid admitting it had been made to the captain*: *Takes a drink and sips the drink relaxing gently into the seat..eyes looking round she doesnt bother talking to Nikolai as he seems busy only a hint of jelousy slipping out but she tries not to show it*: Is there a hell? *Naturally, that would be his first question. Not that he particularly cares, though he knows that if there is one, he is most certainly in the fast-lane headed straight there. After he asks the question, he glances towards Nicola* Just get off of work?: *She looks to Nikolai with a nod stertching her arms slightly*yup..*said simply as she takes another sip*: *is not busy!: ((I should poof too, unfortunately. I'd love to hang around and play, but I've been at it for a couple of hours and my butt hurts. I need excercise!)): ((Yes, I will. I'll see you all then, definitely :) Sorry to run off on you, Damali, but I don't want to get a secretary spread or anything :( )): ((Take care, Nicola, Natalya, Damali. *Poof*)): ((=/)): *Alone in the Depot, leaning casually back against the bar with one leg hooked loosely across the other at the shin. His arms are folded about his chest, his head dipped low as he caresses his brow with two fingertips*: *Strolls along the streets casually, looking from shop window to shop window, sign to sign* Hmm...where is it...where is it...*Stops, tapping her chin and looking about* If I were a place to sell illegal weapons where would I be...? *Smiles a little to herself, glancing back at an eldery couple with an "omg..did she just say..that?" look on their faces. She just grins and winks at the old man, watching them hurry and bustle off* Now....ooooo *Purses her lips in a smile as she sees the sign for "The Depot"* Jackpot. *Strolls across and into the bar*: *As night falls, the Depot stays comfortably lit by the ceiling lights. Most of them are attatched to circulation fans, and all of them are shielded by green translucent shades. The Television sounds off at Nikolai's left along the end of the bar, but to him, it sounds about a million miles away. His head throbs and aches, but he suppresses the urge to take any more drugs for the evening. They were too expensive anyhow, and although he made a decent living, he didn't want to piss away his money on bad habits. He barely even notices right away as Katya enters the bar*: *Glances about the bar, squinting and allowing her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the bar. An old habit having her scanning around and taking in her surroundings in case something happened, or if she needed a little business. Her eyes fall on Nikolai and she raises a slender eyebrow* Hmm...*saunters over to the bar, putting an extra sway into her hips. Hops onto a bar stool and knocks on the counter to gain Nikiolai's attention*: Eh? *Looks up, and glances over one shoulder, turning to come face to face with an exceedingly attractive Russian female* What will you have to drink? *He says, his face portraying a determined scowl as usual. He rarely looks happy or content, in a tragic sort of way*: Vodka, best kind you've got. *Winks to him, noticing the scowl and hoping to maybe light his face up with at least a little smile*: *Her voice of course betraying her heritage immeaditly with it's accent*: *Touched by her charisma, but not quite enough to go smiling about it, he sets to work on fetching an unopened bottle of high-proof vodka. Seizing up a shotglass, he fills it full and slides it her way* Three dollars. *Considers her an American for now, not particularly knowing any better*: *His own accent, though, stigmatizes him immediately as a Russian, or perhaps Ukranian, man*: *Opens her wallet and lays out the payment, turning around in her seat and leaning back on her elbows, crossing one leg over the other at the thigh* So...kinda empty, huh?: It is a new business. I have a few return customers, but for the most part, this place stays empty. There are better bars all around, but this one has a particular flair I suppose. Especially among the russian community. ((Oh wait, nevermind, I thought her accent was 'hiding' her heritage. Whoopseh! I need to read better and stop paying attention to IM's, hehe)): Mmmhmm...the name is just so...inviting for some reason...*Smiles over her shoulder at him* You the owner?: Owner, bartender, and sole proprietor, yes. *He gives a nod, drinking straight from the neck of the Vodka bottle he just opened*: Aha...*Gives a little laugh, slamming back her shot and setting it down on the counter with an "Ahh"* 'Nother one, comrade.: *Re-fills her shot glass from a different bottle, the one he had used to serve Nicola and the other customers* What brings you out this way? Not many others are here, and it is a terrible neighborhood for one such as yourself.: *Shrugs* Just out wandering, all alone, little ole me..*Puts on a fake pout for him* You don't think I could take care of myself? *Slams the second shot back just as the first, shivering slightly* Burns so good...: You can take care of your liquor very well. I'm not sure how you might handle a rapist, though.: That I can, comrade. And as for the rapist? Well...*Grins and reaches behind her, slipping the coat up and leaning forward to let him view the handle of her gun and a bit of her lowerback as well*: My name is Nikolai. *He extends a hand across the bar to her, eyeing her pistol* A fine heater you have there. Always a pleasant sight to see a woman who knows how to properly claw her opponents' eyes out. I am impressed. *Pulls a cigarette from behind one ear and tucks it inbetween his lips, lighting it with a chrome zippo. Exhaling a whispy veil of thin grey smoke, he reaches beneath the bar with one free hand and pulls free a CZ-G2k Czech made 9mm pistol, laying it on the counter*: Katya *Takes his hand and gives it a firm shake, letting her hand slip from his slowly before looking over the CZ-G2k* Impressive, I was once knew a fellow that used one of those, took out some man's eye from over a hundred yards in the rain...quite impressive it was. *Smiles, reaching across to feel the triggergrip*: *Picks the pistol up as her fingers trail the trigger housing. He drops the clip into his palm and pulls the slide back, locking it in place and catching the ejected shell in midair with one hand, deftly. He hands her the now-empty pistol* Have fun with it.: ((oops)): ((THere we go, thanks)): *Giggles quietly, taking the gun from his hand and holding it up, admiring it before aiming around the room and pulling the trigger, mouthing "Bang" and grinning widely*: You have a certain appreciation of firearms, don't you? *He says, the cigarette bobbing inbetween his lips as he speaks. With both hands, he sets to work on washing out a glass in the sink behind the counter*: *Nods* Worked a lot with them back in the mother land...*Smiles, setting the pistol back for him to grab and takes hers out, ejecting the clip and popping out the shell in the barrel as he did for her* You showed me your's...*Hands it to him with her's on the barrel*: *Accepts the heater and turns it sideways, looking along the barrel* AMT Automag 180. *Looks down along the sights, noting the chrome-plated barrel and nickel-plated housing* What a lovely weapon. I would dare to say you've outdone me.: (*just loves all the Russians! thumbs up to Nik for starting such a fabulous trend*): ((I have a Russian Bastet named Aleksei. --;)): ((*Nods* Russians are teh hot)): (Never thought I'd have a little mafia of my own, hehe. Came as quite a nice surprise): (that's just how fabulous my room is *sigh* what can I say?): *Chuckles* Don't be so quick to judge...you have a nice piece as well...*Eyes shift slightly* Could I have a grasshopper with five twists? *Quirks an eyebrow, hoping that this was the right bar and if it wasn't that that was a real drink*: *He hands the weapon back to her in a trade for his own, sliding the clip into the handle once more and chambering the expelled round. With a flick of his thumb, the slide locks back into place with a Snap!* Backroom, go downstairs. *He says simply, lifting the bar counter up for her. Pulling a cell-phone from his belt, he speed dials a number and speaks in whispered russian syllables to whomever is on the other end. Minutes later, a bald man would arrive in a BMW and take up position as bartender*: *Nods with a releived sigh, slipping the ejected round into the clip and snapping it back in, slipping a fresh round into the chamber and glances about before slinking past the countertop and heading back for the door*: (*peers at the peerer*): *Pulling his sunglasses from his ears, Andy brushed through the doors of The Depot, a rather cheap bar he had heard of at work. As he inhaled, he drew in the scent of the inhabitants, and the strong sting of vodka that lingered in the air. He cracked his fingers and headed over to the bar, eyeing up the rather attractive bartender. Sliding onto a stool to the left of the young girl, he pulled a five from his pocket and nodded over to the man before him.* Labatt Blue.: *Dissapears past the basement door as the bald man arrives, descending the wooden staircase into a narrow hallway lined with wooden crates and small munitions boxes. He leads Katya towards a two-way intersection and branches left into a room filled with firearms of all sorts. He lifts up a make-shift wooden counter and steps beyond, where the main concentration of rifles resides. Turning, he faces her* What is it I can do for you, krasavchik.: ((Oh ok...)): ((X that, just saw Nikolai's other post. Duh. I'm retarded.)): ((Sorreh, Andrew =( You can come down if you just say the magic words to good ol' NPC bald bartender. I'd hate to leave you out)) *The only light of this room comes from a yellow overhead ceiling bulb. It lends it's dim glow to the room, producing a thousand shadows in every corner and along every wall*: ((Salright.)): *Smiles at the comment* I would like something in the...oh how to say...heavier category? A lot of stopping power and rapid firing capabilities. Perhaps an assault rifle or, if it comes to it, heavy machine gun....*From the way she talks it's obvious she knows what she wants*: I'd give you a SAR-21, but a woman like you is obviously looking for something a little more intimidating, and less tactical. How are you at weight? Can you carry anything heavy? Or should I stick to the polymer frames.: ((Oop, dinner time. BBIAB)): More importantly, how are you on cost? And, how much can you pay?: ((Will wait)): *comes back to the foodless bar, needing a beer before she kills someone* I'll have a Bud please. None of that light shit, either.: *The Bald Bartender serves her up a good ol' German brew, heavy on both calories and alcohol. Frothy, beautiful, smooth, golden, and sweet*: *Pulling his sunglasses from his ears, Andy brushed through the doors of The Depot, a rather inexpensive bar he had of at work. Glancing about, he noticed one girl at the bar and headed over, pulling a fiver from his pocket.* Labatt Blue. *He asked, in a slightly raspy voice, of the bartender, and dropped the money before him, taking a seat as well.*: ((Whoopseh, missed the 'bud' part)) *The Bald, heavyset Russian man obviously speaks little english. What english he does speak seems to consist mainly of alcoholic beverage names. He pours her some chilled Budweiser in a clear mug and hands it across*: *The bartender struggles over the concept of 'Labatt Blue' for a moment, reading through the captions beneath each drink tap that Nikolai had put there for just such a purpose. Each caption translates the name of the drink into Russian for the big brute, who finally manages to locate Andrew's preferred choice. After nearly ninety seconds of searching, Black's beverage is poured and handed over*: ooo tap beer and I didn't even has to ask *smiles to the tender, and lifts it from the bar* thanks *spins around and heads to a table or booth. Whatever*: *Only tables. The Depot isn't really all that prestigious, though it is surprisingly classy by way of contrast to the neighborhood it is set in*: *Pondering the possibility of the bartender being slow, he took a sip of the drink, washing out the stale taste of blood from his mouth. He held his head with his free hand, messaging his temples with both thumb and ring finger. A headache was slowly developing.*: *the door to the depot pushes open.. a few large man standing about six foot eight enter.. each of the quite well dressed in nothing but pure armani... a fairly medium sized man enters in shortly behind them... his hair done in a messy manner.. an all black egyptian silk suit covering his large figure... those dark brownish gold eyes shifting over his surroundings as he motions for one of the men to go get some drinks... he and the rest move to a table in the center of the room.. the other man comes up to the tender and orders a bottle of Merlot and seven wine glasses.. setting down a wad of hundreds.. but taking that gold money clip off first off course.*: *at a table then. Clarissa puts her elbows on the table and leans on them, her hands protectivly encircling the mug. Her eyes drift closed, resting*: *The 'tender looks pretty awkward, shifting about as he stands. The TV at the end of the bar blabs on about various anti-climactic world-events, begging for it's channel to be changed. Meanwhile, down below, Katya and Nikolai are frozen in time, acting out their NPC animations while Katye's player eats supper, and Nikolai's player continues on emoting strangely. Look, there goes a cockroach. Skitter skitter*: *Merlot was a word the 'tender definitely knew. He seizes up a warm bottle of fluid and seven wine glasses, holding them all effortlessly in his thick, burly hands. He passes them over the counter to the Armani suited fellow and accepts payment, sliding it into a tin box beneath the counter for Nikolai to get later*: *the large man seems to nod and take the glasses just as easilly.. turning away from the grouping he moves over to the table where the boss seems to be sitting at.. setting the glasses infront of each person and one for himself before he places the bottle of Merlot in the center of the table.. that fairly smaller man shifts his gaze over his surroundings a moment.. sizing up the tender a moment before allowing his gaze to travel elsewhere... reaching out to take hold of the bottle he pops the top off and poors himself a glass only to set the bottle back out infront of him.. various italian remarks and comments can be heard but not drunkenly rude like.. just as if they seem to be having some fun.. one of the men leans forward just enough so that if one were looking hard enough they could see the handle of some dark object hidden in the pocket of his suit coat*: (Still here, just waiting. Wish I had enough food to spend this much time afk :) Katya is lucky): ((Back)): *reaches up and pulls the clip out of her hair. Her scalp seems to breath a sigh of relief. The clip is set on the table and the beer picked up again. She vaguely listens to the news, although she's had about enough reality for a while. Yet at least it's some kind of noise*: ((*L* is all good..)): I'm at a very decent weight as you can probably tell..*Models around for him with a little smile* As for my lifting skills, well I tend to keep in shape and can lift maybe a hundred and fifty pounds. And don't you worry about cost, hun. I've got a sizeale sum stashed away in the bank here, so you just show me what you think I can handle.: In that case, krasavchik. *Kneels beside a wooden crate, lifting it's lid with a claw-hammer to reveal packaged bubble-wrap beneath a layer of white styrofoam chips. He pulls out an assembled OICW, holding it tight to his chest and standing* I think this may be what you are looking for. *His heavily accented voice drawls* An XM-29 Objective Individual Combat Weapons System. It fires 5.56 NATO rounds, and has an underslung semi-automatic six-round capacity 20mm grenade launcher. A marriage of technology and firepower. This thing up here *Gestures to what appears to be a scope* Is a fire-control computer, as well as a 1.5-5x scope with several vision modes.: Thirty round magazine as well. Is this suitable?: Hmm...the latest, yes? *Tilts her head to the side, admiring the weapon* Seems pretty nice, how much do ya want for it?: (()): An even three thousand, five-hundred dollars will cover it nicely. For the ammunition, including twelve 20mm grenades, and a tin box of 5.56mm rounds, I will have to charge you an extra three hundred. Is this all to your liking?: *Slips back into the Depot after dealing with a few extra clients..she was in a fowle mood and slambed the door open and sat down glaring to the bartender..*white wine and hurry it up or ill jump over there and bleed your filthy life..*eyes dangerouse and narrow*: *Nods* Good, good. One final question...Will that be paper, or plastic? *He gives a rare smile, gathering the ammunition together and laying it precariously inside a 3x3 feet wooden crate. He settles the rifle in on top, nailing the lid in place* Yeorgi will help you carry this to wherever you need it. Or, you can come pick it up later on. If you come back to me for more ammunition, I will give you a special price. I cannot deliver, unfortunately.: *The bald bartender doesn't quite know what the hell she is saying, but at the mention of 'White Wine', he fetches the proper bottle off the shelf and pours her a glass*: I don't have any special cases for the rifle, but I will see if I can dig one up for you, for free. The crate will have to do for now. How do you intend to pay?: ((test)): *She almost slambs the money on the bartop*keep the change*words snapped out as she scoops up the white wine and sips at it trying to calm her fowle mood*: *The 'tender takes the money and slips it into a tin box beneath the bar for Nikolai to find later. He doesn't speak english, but he can tell she's upset about something* Andrew Black sage Nikolai Drakov Why don't you just log in as Yeorgi instead of playing both on one handle.: Of course. *He provides her with his account number for wiring later on* I'll check it on my laptop tomorrow. I'm sure you are good for it. If not, then I've lost nothing. Come, let us head back upstairs, yes?: *sets the beer down and looks up with a little smirk. She'd know that voice anywhere* Why Miss Jennings.... in quite a mood, aren't we?: *And hell she knows that voice all to well herself*Why you gonna arest me*said with a scowle*: Should I? Sounds like you have a quilty conscience. *keeps it all civil. She doesn't need to be starting stuff and get into trouble already... well... real trouble, at least* Relax. I'm just on a break.: *Andy takes another sip of his beer, still messaging his temples. It felt like a migrane was coming on before he felt his canines grow slowly, and somewhat painfully. He was hungry, but in way he'd never felt before.*: ((Two Vampires and a Special Victims Detective walk into a bar...)): ((The midget walks under it)): *She snorts*you got nothing on me anyway im all legit*said with a snort despite the fact she is behind a chunk of murders and her work isnt allways legal*: *She snorts*you got nothing on me anyway im all legit*said with a snort despite the fact she is behind a chunk of murders and her work isnt allways legal*: ((*snickers*)): ((...wow...)): (yay a lovely recipy for disaster): ((Hey, that was one big palindrome.)): *Scanning the bar, Andrew noticed he was the only man there, and sighed angrily through clenched teeth.*: I'm sure that you have, Nicola *sarcasm, obviously not believing it, but not caring all that much* Besides, I've moved up. You're not my problem anymore, but I'm sure you'll meet the new recruits soon enough.: *Fifteen feet beneath Clarissa is a room full of illegal weapons that would have the mayor promoting her to god-like status if an arrest and acquisition was made, even though it isn't her particular specialty. The bartender doesn't quite have Nikolai's 'Cop' instincts, and is clueless about Clarissa, oblivious also to the conversation they are having*: *She smirks*you assume theyll live that long*ohh she really was in a fowle mood*so how much cock sucking you have to do to get to that stage*asked withna fowle tone she really dis;liked her havign to struggle for weeks on end on the edge of torper in a cell*: (Just wait *shakes a fist* I'll getchoo)): (You'd better. Or you might get to see Nikolai's bathtub. Ever seen the movie Training Day? Mweh heh): (*sniggers*now now children): ((Or Urban Legend! GO FOR THE KIDNEYS!)): oooo *winces, though still sarcastically* Watch it... harassing an officer. Are you sure that you want to go there? Especially since I was simply making polite coversation.: (Nah, I love her. The cops and robbers game is uber fun =) ): ((hehe. I have! I love that movie. I'm not used to Denzel as a bad guy, but he did a good job): *She snorts and forces a smile as she sips her drink*Yeah why would you wanna talk to me?: (Oh yeah, he won an Academy Award for that role. He really was very very scary in that film): I don't. Just of the two other people in here, you're the one that I've gotten to pleasure to know.: *The bartender switches the Television station to a Baseball Game, cheering loudly in Russian for the home team. One would get the impression that his language is riddled with vulgarities*: *She smirks*I dont remember pleasuring you in the past: *her attention shifting to the bartender, she just laughs... Russians just seem to get so much more upset about sports than Americans, and that was saying a lot*: *She smirks wondering where Nikolai was..he hasdnt said much to her earler and wonderd if the fact she sneaked out to work had botherd him..she watches the bartender with a raised brow*: (Wb =) ): (welcome back): Well, you look good, Nicola. Congrats on your new life. *finishes off her beer. It did it's job well, filling her up and taking the edge off*: *Follows her up, emerging from the basement and closing the door behind him. His eyes fall on Nicola before shifting towards Clarissa. A moment of recognition hits. She was the hungry woman from before, the one who had set his instincts a bit on edge. Keeping his back to the basement door so that the CZ-G2k tucked into the waistband of his jeans does not show, he approaches the bar and speaks in russian to the bald man, who stands and moves to sit at a table near the far corner, glued to the ballgame* Would you like another? *He inquires of Clarissa, gesturing to her mug and re-filling Nicola's glass*: *shakes her head and picks up the clip, repinning her hair up* No, thank you. *stands with the empty mug and places it on the counter, along with a $5 bill*: *She chuckles lightly*I look like crap..*said plainly as her eyes stay narrowed more from the bruise above her eye than anything else*well least one of us is doing what we want: *She lookes to ehr filling glass then up at Nikolai with a wairy smile*: *Noting Nikolai's appearance, he finishes off the Labatt Blue and signals to the 'tender. He runs a pale hand through his hair as he waits, trying to will the headache away.*: *Noting Nikolai's appearance, he finishes off the Labatt Blue and signals to the 'tender. He runs a pale hand through his hair as he waits, trying to will the headache away, as well as remember what his friend told him to ask for.*: *Finishes pouring Katya's drink with a nod to Clarissa* Good evening, and take care. *Moving over to Andrew, he bends across the counter and tilts his head to one side, listening to what the man has to say*: *Takes up her glass in one hand again and spins around, leaning back and sipping from the glass slowly, thoughts going through her head of handling that new weapon...laughing, spraying bullets everywhere...almost chokes on her drink as she begins to laugh quietly* Ahh...good times...good times...*Smiles, placing some money on the bar to cover her drinks so far and a few more, noting the low prices here*: *walks out the door, with her long, intent stride out the door and back to work* (bbiab): *It clicked in his head just as Nikolai came over. Moving in slightly, Andrew whispered to him.* I'd like another Labatt...as well as a grasshopper, with five twists.: *She relax's on ehr seat leaving the money and a tip on the bar for Nikolai not wwanting to take advantage of his kindness*: *When Clarissa is out of sight, he speaks down the bar to Nicola, still listening to Andrew* You two know eachother? *Taps the bar with two fingertips and gestures to the basement door for Andrew* Down there, wait for me.: *She nods gently leaning an elbow on the bar and her head on her hand*yeah she banged me up in a cell a few times..but she has gone up in the world investigating crap now so leaves me alone: *He nodded and cracked his neck, standing and moving silently towards the stairs. As he passed by Katya, he swiftly and smoothly felt her butt, smirking to himself. He made his way downstairs before she could react.* ((That's my boy Andy, always one to cop-a-feel. xD)): So, she's a police officer?: Was...she investigates stuff now so has no real intrest i the likes of you and I inless she is assigned to investigating us: *Quirks and eyebrow as she catches the code phrase spoken and glance quickly over to Andrew...averting her gaze as he leaves and blinking* What the..? *Looks around and leans forward, could have sworn she felt something on her hindside...shrugs, probably just the seat underneath her and she shifted or something, eh, goes back to sipping her drink*: *Nods to Nicola* It is fine, don't worry. I have to go for a moment, I'll be back in a few moments. *Whispers to the Bald man, who stands and takes up position behind the bar again. Nikolai dissapears in the basement door, leading Andrew downstairs and into the gunshop* What is it I can do for you, young man?: *He trails a hand along the wall as they descend.* I'm not interested in your guns. Something more vital, rather; something I noticed you don't offer in this bar, even though it's apparent you delve into underground dealings.: *She nods to Nikolai and slips her cloak back on feeling abit self consiouse today she had met a client stronger than her and although old boss women delt with him it had scared her for the first time in her life feeling violated she looks to the new bartender swallows her wine and raises it for him to fill it again plonking more money ontop of the moeny she put there earlier*: What is it you have an interest in? *He speaks curiously, pulling the cigarette from behind one ear and tucking it inbetween his lips. He lights it up with a chrome zippo, brushing a hand through his hair*: *Keeps on daydreaming about that weapon, pondering what she should do with it first, if anything. Perhaps there were some jobs out there she could handle now with that kind of firepower backing her up...yes...another thing that pops into her daydreams is what Nikolai called her...krasavchik...she certainly liked the way that that sounded. Ahhh...sips again, constantly grinning*: *She glanced behind her at Katya hoping that she went downthere for weapons and not the Nikolai got a taste of women again and wanted to explore the feeling*: *As they reach the bottom of the stairs, he turns and presses Nikolai against the wall. He leans in and whispers in a quiet and sultry voice, directly in the man's ear.* It's something we both need to survive, only I more than you. It's something you can provide for me, though most likely not willingly. Would you like to guess?: *A look of surprise as the youth presses him back against the wall* What would that be? *The cigarette still inbetween his lips, his legs limber and slightly bent at the knee*: *She looked at the door to the basement wondering what was taking Nikolai so long..something wasnt sitting right with that guy he went with but she couldnt put her finger on what*: *Well she isn't one to kiss and tell so...sips again, finishing up the last of the alcolhol and setting the glass down, motioning over for a refill and readjusting the gun against her back so it didn't press in so much..didn't want any marks after all*: *He presses tighter against him.* Your blood. But I promise I won't kill you. *His right hand drifted up the man's body and through his hair.*: *This was the line at which he drew the conversation to a close. Kicking off from the ground, he presses his back to the wall and lashes out with both knees for the youth's midsection in an attempt to force him back and gain some distance. Nikolai is no stranger to fisticuffs or martial prowess, but what Andrew was saying clicks in his head with similarities to Nicola. What if he was a vampire as well? This was her territory, not his. Take the kid into the bathroom and shoot him? Or just turn him over to Nicola...He didn't like crazies knowing about his workshop, especially crazies that could notify the police. But, he also wasn't fond of killing kids like Andrew*: *Especially affectionate ones, though depraved as he may be*: *finished her wine and asked for another worry really taking hold she points to the door while looking at the bartender*Nikolai?*question in ehr gaze hoping he cotons on to what she is asking: *The bartender looks back to her with a shake of his head, folding both arms across his barreled chest*: *Still drinks, also becoming slightly curious to the disappearance and such, but puts it aside and figures the customer is looking for something very specific*: *He does not react violently to the blow. Instead, he allows Nikolai to feel in control. He slid his tongue across his teeth.* Would you rather be forced? I assure you, it will hurt then, and I do not wish to scar your beautiful face. *He tilted his head, several strands of hair falling before his eyes.* I will reward you with a favor; do not think I'm only interested in myself.: *She frowns deeply will give him a little longer and go down there heself*: I apologize, comrade, but that will not be happening tonight. *Shouts in Russian up the stairs to the Bartender, who's eyes widen a bit. He turns the television's volume up to Max, figuring that Nikolai is going to be shooting soon, which is rather accurate. The CZ-G2k is drawn and levelled for Andrew* Down on your knees, boy. I'm sorry I have to do this to you.: *That tone sent alarm bells ringing and she twitched especialy as the bartender turned the tv up..something was wrong*: *Quirks an eyebrow, now becoming very suspicious*: (oh, you're all so lucky *gets out her magnifying glass and investigates* ): *He bowed his head.* As am I. *He began to kneel before the man, but in a flash kicked up, with supernatural speed, flipping back in the air and knocking the gun from the man's hand. It landed clear across the room just as Andrew landed perfectly in a crouch.* I really do not want to do this to you.: (*giggles*): *His gun now discarded, he crouches low and draws a combat knife from the side of his boot* That was a mistake. I'm going to kill you now. *Weaves the knife left and right along his field of vision, eyes locked on Andrew. He darts forward with his center of gravity kept low, grabbing for a fist-hold on the young man's hair and simultaneously jabbing for his inner thighs and lower stomach*: *She hadnt heard a gun shot and worry was really taking hold she made her way round the bar and opend the door blanking the bartender...will hapily kill him if he gets in her way*: *The beefy bartender does indeed get in her way, leaning against the basement door defensively* Nyet. *He says, shaking his head, signalling that she can't go down there. If she does, than the bald 'tender will be the least of her worries*: She narrows her eyes*check on him then?*pointing at the door and scowling she didnt want to kill him but would if she had to*: *Using his speed-enhancing vampiric gift of Celerity, he did a right flip to avoid the blow, and then continued so as to spin about, flanking the man, and folding both of his arms behind his back. Struggling to hold him there, he tried to disarm him as well.*: *Doesn't know what the hell she is saying, but would probably agree if he spoke her language. He gives a look to Katya, as if asking 'What the hell is with this girl?"*: *As Andrew makes his first flip, Nikolai is already spinning with a horizontal slash for wherever he projects the youth will land. He also keeps a fair bit of distance, backing away and approaching aggressively to keep two feet between him and his combatant at all times*: *Keeps a wary eye on the goings on, discreetly following Nicola as she goes along and is denied...not catching much because of the volume of the TV but the general impression is clear. Clears her throat and turns around, saying in Russian "The girl wants you to go and check on Nikolai for her, she's worried by the looks of it and so am I...please? I'll keep an eye on her for you while she's gone"*: *She looks to Katya hoping she was telling the bartender to check on him or move out of her way...almost looks thankful*: *He leaned cooly against a wall.* Do you really think you can take on a vampire? I honestly do not wish to kill you.: *The bald man pauses for a moment, and then nods, opening the basement door and heading down to spot Nikolai exchanging blows with Andrew in the middle of the cross-section. Nikolai is busy slashing in a maelstrom of attacks with his combat knife, while Andrew is Matrix-ing around with superhuman agility and strength*: Don't worry, hun..he's going, but you have to stay up here. Promised I'd keep an eye on you while he's gone. *Back in English*: You're quick, and you're strong, I'll admit it. But, you aren't unkillable. *Grabs a bottle of tequila from a nearby crate, slowly unscrewing the cap. He takes a quick swig and lights up hiz zippo, spitting a thick spray of alcohol which ignites on contact with the flickering tip of provided heat. Instantly, a searing ball of bright and burning vehemence is hurled towards Andrew*: *She lookes t the door then to Katya*fine but if I hear so much as a wimper from Nikolai I will not be staying up here: *Chuckles and finishes off her drink* Yeah, I'm with ya there.: *Among the few of a vampire's weakness', fire and sunlight are at the top. As he sees Nikolai bring up his zippo, he immediately begins a series of acrobatic dodges across the room.: *Among the few of a vampire's weakness', fire and sunlight are at the top. As he sees Nikolai bring up his zippo, he immediately begins a series of acrobatic dodges across the room.* Fine. Then I won't hold back. *Staring directly into Nikolai's eyes, he concentrates on the main discipline of all Venture; Dominate.* Sleep. *Raising a hand, he snaps his fingers, just as he proceeds to trigger an unbearable sense of fatigue a mere human cannot easily resist.*: ((Ventrue**)): *Nikolai normally would've been able to fend off the domination easily enough, being of a strong mind. However, the literally dozens of different drugs and narcotics in his system work against him. He begins to feel tired, numb in the legs, and weakened. His balance begins to falter, though he manages to remain standing* "INI DA HUJ!!!" *The bald bartender shouts in surprise and anger, drawing a desert eagle and firing wildly down the tight corridoor for Andrew. The gunshots are loud enough to nearly deafen Nikolai from a distance of fifteen feet, Pow! Pow!, each one ripping him back to reality and out of the Vampire's control*: *Fingers tighten on the grip of her pistol as she just has the unbearable sense something is wrong, plus there's the gun shots* Alright, hun. Let's get down there. *Pulls out the AMT and hops over the bar, heading straight for the corridor she was in earlier*: (didnt need Katya to say twice and she pushes her way in glaring down at Andrew fangas slipping past*ell me im not seing what I think I am....*yet more anger flaring at the ther vampire*: (*kills the ( and replaces with a *....stupiosd thing): (stupid even*i really shouldnt type in dark): *With his concentration set on Nikolai, he did not even notice the substitute bartender, nor did he notice the gun. Just as they were fired he could barely dodge them, and three shots caught him in the right arm, the rest poorly aimed, and whizzed past him. Crying out in pain as blood streaked down his arm, he kneeled to the ground. Gazing angrily at the bald man, Andy's eyes seemed to glow, and with what strength he had left, kicked on Celerity, rushing through the air at the man. He unleashed a series of unseen kicks, aimed at his head, wishing only to knock him out. Not noting whether or not they succeeded, he fell to the ground, an expression of pain spread across his face. He passed out.*: *With his concentration set on Nikolai, he did not even notice the substitute bartender, nor did he notice the gun. Just as they were fired he could barely dodge them, and three shots caught him in the right arm, the rest poorly aimed, and whizzed past him. Crying out in pain as blood streaked down his arm, he kneeled to the ground. Gazing angrily at the bald man, Andy's eyes seemed to glow, and with what strength he had left, kicked on Celerity, rushing through the air at the man. He unleashed a series of unseen kicks, aimed at his head, wishing only to knock him out. Not noting whether or not they succeeded, he fell to the ground, an expression of pain spread across his face. He passed out.*: *Snapping himself back to reality, he drops the combat knife and moves to his fallen friend* Yeorgi! *He kneels beside the heavyset bald man, checking his pulse to see that he had only been knocked out. He lifts his head, eyeing Nicola and Katya, before glancing towards Andrew. His face, though usually a mask of indifferent neutrality, is now a bit on the weathered side. His brows are furrowed, and his expressions are lined with fatigue* He is a vampire. This is not my area of expertise...He wanted to drink from me so that he could live, but I was not keen on the idea.: Mother of all! *Trys to aim as she comes in behind Nicola, but thinks better of it as the gun would go off right next to Nicola's ears and make her deaf for the rest of her life...and seeing as the seemingly faster than anything man collapses there's no need for her to fire. She moves over the Andrew and presses the barrel of the gun to his head* Want me to...? *Fingers tighten on the grip of gun, ready to fire*: *Lifts his hand, shaking his head 'no'* Not here, anyways. Drag him into the bathroom, I need to talk about this with Nicola, since I barely know what the hell is going on. *He stalks off, retrieving his discarded Pistol and tucking it into the waistband of his pants* Katya, please get my shotgun from upstairs. Yeorgi will be fine.: *Appears dead, as he does not take even the shallowest of breaths, or shows any hint of a pulse. His skin grows colder and colder as he loses blood.*: *She frowns deeply at the fallen boy...looking to Katya ...shooting him will do nothing other than put him in torper...steak the sucker like you see in the movies....her face moves from anger to a gentle look as she mves swiftly to Nikolai looking him over for any marks...its clear she was worried*are you ok?*words purred into his ear*