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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 5, 2008 17:41:49 GMT -5
"Huh, well, I've never dealt with those sorts of people. I don't even know where to start. I guess...we could just go somewhere shady in London and seek someone out." Malak suggests. He has a bad feeling about all of this, but, they have to do what they have to do.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 5, 2008 17:47:45 GMT -5
"Neither have I." Tuesday replies. "Somewhere shady in London sounds like a good place to start though." She knows that this is all pretty dangerous, but they don't have much of a choice.
She runs a hand through her already touseled hair. "You ready?"
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 5, 2008 18:10:51 GMT -5
"We'll go to a club. People might do drugs or have drugs there." Malak decides. With that, he leads Tuesday out the door. They start walking down the street together, although Malak isn't sure where there are some clubs. He rarely goes out dancing. "Do you ever go out? Do you know where we might go?" He asks as they walk.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 5, 2008 18:15:41 GMT -5
Tuesday feels a bit more relaxed when he says they'll go to a club. She can do that. "Actually, yeah. Theres one right around here that I've been to a few times."
They walk in the direction of the club. "Don't you go out?" She asks.
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 5, 2008 18:19:42 GMT -5
"I'm usually too busy to go out." Malak admits. "I wish I could. I guess, it's just hard to." He states as they walk. They find a club and enter it. There is dancing and loud music, and it makes Malak feel a little strange. He tries to relax and make the best of the situation.
"We could just get to know some people and maybe we'll get lucky." Malak suggests to Tuesday. He has to talk loudly so he can be heard over the music.
(any drug related character is free to join in posting..)
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 5, 2008 18:23:02 GMT -5
Tuesday giggles at his last sentence. Shes so very immature sometimes. "That could've been taken so wrong!" Shes comfortable in the club, loud music and dancing was something she enjoyed.
"Alright, lets mingle!" She says, smiling.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jun 5, 2008 18:23:12 GMT -5
Back to Kaleb
"I don't care that your an eight0feet tallk tank!" Anthony yells back. Looking around and not seeing Virgil in the room they had just entered, Anthony grumbled a bit. “We’ll finish this argument later,” he tells Kaleb. “Right now, we need to regroup as a whole and figure out EXACTLY where Virgil is headed. I’m guessing the drug/weapons area. Most of the labs are safe, so we don’t need to worry about them. What do you think?”
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 5, 2008 18:27:00 GMT -5
He thinks for a moment of what he said and is confused. Then he remembers and feels a little embarrassed. "Yeah, okay, you know what I meant." He says, then dismisses it. "Okay, I'll check back with you later. Let's meet back at the entrance in two hours to see what we found out."
With that, he walks off and starts talking to people. He isn't awkward, just feeling a little old fashioned or something.
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Post by wyvernlord on Jun 5, 2008 18:29:37 GMT -5
To Tuesday and Malak
Anthony finds himself in London. He hadn’t been here in hundreds of years and things had definitely changed more than he had expected. The last time he had been in London, he was nearly caught by authorities and killed. Good thing Father Manala, as much as Tyler hated to admit it, had given him immortality and various other aspects. Being a demi-god was a nice thing to be.
He walks up to Hocario and realizes that this would be a good time to watch him, all he had to do was make friends with these mortals. Overhearing something about needing drugs, Tyler whips up a few pain-killers and anti-biotics and walks up to Malak.
“I hear you need these,” Tyler says.
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 5, 2008 18:31:21 GMT -5
Malak looks at the stranger with surprise and a little fear. He had hardly even talked to anyone at all when this stranger came from nowhere with exactly what he needed.
"Hello....how did you know what we were looking for?" He asks the man in a puzzled tone.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 5, 2008 18:32:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah I know." Tuesday replies, still smiling. She listens, then nods. "Entrance in two hours. Okay."
She begins to turn, when someone approachs Malak with exactly what they need, which was oddly convienent.
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Post by wyvernlord on Jun 5, 2008 18:35:42 GMT -5
“I overhead you about an injury. I’m a former doctor, but got fired when all the hospitals closed a while ago. We had a fairly large amount of leftover medical drugs in storage and divided them up amongst our employees. I’m selling off my share for a living,” Tyler explains. “If you like, I’ll show you my old hospital, it’s probably still in one piece, just used as an All-Mart store or something,” he jokes in.
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 5, 2008 18:37:15 GMT -5
The story seems to make sense so he lets his guard down a little. He pauses for a moment and looks at the man carefully.
"Well, how much will it cost me for the medicines?"
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Post by wyvernlord on Jun 5, 2008 18:44:26 GMT -5
“With every purchase, I give roughly 50 tablets of Phenobarbital for every 50 dollars of pain-killers. I doubt your interested though,” Tyler laughed. “In total, a 50 day supply of pain-killers enough to take care of an elephant will cost about $150. The antibiotics will cost about 240 dollars. I’m willing to bargain,” Tyler added. “I’m also licensed to do surgery if you need it.”
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 5, 2008 18:49:49 GMT -5
Tuesday steps forward so that shes standing next to Malak. She watches the exchange between the two men for a while. "I don't think we'll be needing any surgery." She states, a little suspicious of this man. It was just weird how easily he found them, and how he knew that they needed pain killers.
She thinks for a moment. "How much medication do you think we'll need?" She asks Malak, while doing some mental calculations of her own.
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