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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jun 10, 2008 0:52:50 GMT -5
"A society without religion is like a maniac without a gun."
A little too simple of a quote, but oh well.
Post here when the previous thread has 20 pages. I am making some extra threads since I will be gone for almost 2 weeks as of Friday.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 1, 2008 21:43:24 GMT -5
Tuesday tosses the strap of her purse over her shoulder, to keep the pistol with her, and follows the two outsider her hotel. She laughs a little. "Well, thats certainly assuring."
She takes the stack of papers that she'd just handed to Maeve moments ago back, nodding. "You two be careful." She says, in a low voice. "And I don't mean to rush, but if you could make haste, it'd be appreciated."
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 1, 2008 21:55:07 GMT -5
Alexei nodded and started walking down the sidewalk, inspecting the parked vehicles. He assumes Maeve is following him as he looks around and finally spots a roofless car in a fairly concealed area.
He skulks closer then crouches beside the car, and discovers it's actually unlocked. Gotta love Helsinki. He slides in the passenger side, then moves over tot he driver side, leaving it open for Maeve. He flips out his balisong and goes under the steering wheel, working on hit wiring the car.
Alexei had stolen very few cars in his life. He'd often come with guys "reposessing" vehicles when someone owed a serious debt to the mafia. Still, it would take a bit.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jul 1, 2008 22:58:35 GMT -5
A dozen back alleyways, twenty bones, and several blunt objects later and Peter hadn't made any forward movement with information on the attack against Allmart. Hopefully somebody else had gotten more info because he was beyond tapped out; the last two guys he's interigated had been basically random.
Rubbing his eyes Peter leaned against the wall. He wasn't tired, he couldn't get tired, but he could feel the twitching in his arms and legs that he knew came from going too long with his dose of chemicals. He needed to get back to headquarters and to get some sleep. Than maybe, he needed to take sometime to himself. He couldn't even remember how long he'd been running down leads and getting nowhere.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 1, 2008 23:26:14 GMT -5
Bambi nodded as she followed Anthony. "Yes Mr. West. Well, naturally, we were going to discuss loans I believe. Usual check over and inquiry and offering. Very simple really, shouldn't take too much of your time."
She had heard of his absence, so she tried her best to simply stick to the point of things. Then again, that was how she preferred to do things. Her eyes darted along the pristine white walls, much how she heard hospitals used to be.
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Akira 69
New Comer
Rebel Creditor
The voices in my head say you're crazy!
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Post by Akira 69 on Jul 2, 2008 1:02:25 GMT -5
((Back to Hilja))
Akira looked up as someone else joined their little group, another girl. This must have been Akira's lucky day! "Konichiwa. I'am Akira 69; may I be of any assistance to pretty lady such as yourself." Akira offered in a cheery and charming manner.
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Maeve Cullen
Regular
New Objective Employee/Tattoo Artist
Cogito, ergo ink! (Translation: "I think, therefore I ink!")
Posts: 117
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 2, 2008 1:50:21 GMT -5
Maeve made no protest as she slid into the passenger seat. She watched him attempting to hot wire the car with a bit of impatience. She wasn't worried about getting caught or anything, though. "So where are we headed, exactly?" She questions.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 2, 2008 2:02:18 GMT -5
Alexei smiles as the car finally flares to life. He straightens himself in the seat and puts the car in gear. He looks at Maeve.
"With everything I don't tell you," He says, smiling grimly,"your chances of living increase dramatically."
He pulls away in the car, driving off. He takes a few twenty rand bills and tosses them at Maeve.
"Listen, if anyone asks you who you are, you're a local whore. Those are the only women these guys see with me. Try not to say much, don't draw attention to yourself, don't insult anyone."
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Maeve Cullen
Regular
New Objective Employee/Tattoo Artist
Cogito, ergo ink! (Translation: "I think, therefore I ink!")
Posts: 117
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 2, 2008 2:09:14 GMT -5
"Hmph." Maeve glances down at the money and shoves it into her front pocket. Part of the bills hung halfway out still, but she supposed it'd just help the whole serenade. "I don't promise nothin'... but I'll try." She really wasn't the person someone should ask to keep their mouth shut.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 2, 2008 2:20:21 GMT -5
Alexei nodded, but began to wonder if he should have insisted she stay with Tuesday, though his reasoning had been Maeve, being as confident as she was, ought to be armed if these weapons were to be any used.
Alexei eventually rode up on what look like a mechanic's garage. A sign hung out front that read:'Closed'
Alexei shouted in Russian and someone peered outside, then went back in. The garage door opened and Alexei drove inside. The door could be heard closing behind them. He got out and smiled his friendliest smile at the gathered individuals, mostly local thugs like the checkpoint Alexei had arrived at earlier, that the psycho creditor trashed.
He clasped hands and thumped backs as he made his way to a huge bear of a man with platinum blond hair and white and red striped shirt. He hugged the man and walked off talking to him, leaving Maeve with thugs crudely gesturing and saying, most likely, derogatory statements.
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Maeve Cullen
Regular
New Objective Employee/Tattoo Artist
Cogito, ergo ink! (Translation: "I think, therefore I ink!")
Posts: 117
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 2, 2008 2:34:29 GMT -5
Maeve raised an eyebrow, slowly looking around, trying her best to ignore the comments and gestures. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, slowly inhaling. It was then one of them stepped in front of her and made a rude comment about her tattoos. Unable to control herself, she shot a fist out, probably breaking the guy's nose and sending him back a few feet.
He fell into one of the other guys, who stumbled backward into someone else. The guy who he stumbled into shoved him off, which made him shove back. The one she had hit got back up, shouting rude sounding foreign words and rushing at her again. In no time at all, the room was filled with thugs flinging fists at each other.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 2, 2008 2:38:38 GMT -5
Alexei returns with several other associates following, all of them carrying cases, the blond man Alexei talked to earlier carried a particularly large package. Alexei stopped when he saw the brawl and shot an accusatory glance over in Maeve's direction.
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Maeve Cullen
Regular
New Objective Employee/Tattoo Artist
Cogito, ergo ink! (Translation: "I think, therefore I ink!")
Posts: 117
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 2, 2008 2:45:17 GMT -5
Maeve heard Alexei approaching with some men and looked up, guiltily grinning. She dodged a punch with almost catlike grace and made her way through the brawl. She appeared not to have a scratch on her. "They started it." She states, using the famous excuse.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 2, 2008 2:47:12 GMT -5
Alexei shakes his head as the big blond guy Alexei talked to starts shouting at the thugs, thus ending the brawl.
"Go pop the trunk Maeve." Alexei says, as he and his associates walk around.
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Maeve Cullen
Regular
New Objective Employee/Tattoo Artist
Cogito, ergo ink! (Translation: "I think, therefore I ink!")
Posts: 117
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 2, 2008 2:55:49 GMT -5
Maeve goes to do so, feeling many of the thugs glaring at her. She winks as them as she walks to the car and pops the trunk. She felt no trace of guilt, they deserved what they got. Every guy she had punched's ego would probably be down for a good few weeks.
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