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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 25, 2008 18:02:51 GMT -5
Alexei shooed Danny off towards the dance floor before turning his back.
"I'm at a friend's club now." He said, then gave her more specific directions to the club. He glanced at his watch.
"Ask for Alexei Nacharade. Come soon enough and I'll get you some real russian vodka, eh? Not that cheap shit that's circulating."
With that, he hung up the phone and turned back, making his own way to the dance floor. He took a pinch of cocaine from his pocket and raised it to his nose and snorted it, then gave a pinch to a giggling dancing partner.
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Post by Sharon Anderson on Jul 25, 2008 18:11:08 GMT -5
"Heh, ooh. Sounds good. I'll see you soon enough." Sharon replied back before he hung up the phone. Closing her own, she carried it with her to the door.
Her eyes fell on the pile of guns. Eeeh, she'd leave them here. There was no point in bringing them. She could come back and grab them easily enough, anyway.
Resting her hand on the door knob, she turned and opened it in a swift motion, knowing she had to change before they left. She was covered in black and her clothes were in no shape for cold weather.
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Post by Kiley Castiglione on Jul 25, 2008 18:13:43 GMT -5
When Sharon opened the door, Kiley, who'd been leaning against the door, fell into the room on her knees, and grinned up at her sister, sheepishly, standing and rubbing her kneecaps a little.
"...So we're going to Moscow?"
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 25, 2008 18:15:29 GMT -5
Danny didn't need telling twice and he all but leapt back into the crowd, moving around from point to point as his eye caught more and more views of pretty faces. He exchanged a few words sometimes. And sometimes all it took to make them smile and chat was a grin and a wink. He was careful not to linger too long with one (or two) of them. It was wonderful to simply be taking this time to enjoy himself instead of worrying.
Even then, he didn't want to completely neglect his responsibility as Alexei's guest here so he made sure to keep an eye to Alexei as he danced. There was some kind of unspoken rule about this kind of thing (he wasn't quite sure). Just wait for Alexei to come and get you if he needs you, he told himself.
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Post by Sharon Anderson on Jul 25, 2008 18:21:02 GMT -5
When Kiley fell, a vibration ran through the concrete floor of Sharon's room. What resembled the sound of a landslide rumbled behind Sharon, before a loud crash sounded. Someone upstairs kicked the ground, yelling at them to shut up.
Sharon rubbed her eyes, really not wanting to turn around. It sounded as if at least five piles had fallen over. "... Damnit Kiley. Just... damnit." She spoke, straining her voice to stay level.
It seemed as if she spoke that phrase at least once a day. With a sigh, she stepped around her blond haired sister into the hallway. She kept her clothes in Kiley's closet, at least the clean ones.
"I assume you know the weather in Moscow?" She walked to Kiley's room, standing in front of the door. She didn't want to open the door or walk into the room, as she liked at least one place in their home to have no trace of black smudges.
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Post by Kiley Castiglione on Jul 25, 2008 18:25:36 GMT -5
Kiley grinned when she heard her sister's trademark phrase. 'Damnit, Kiley!' Ahh, she lived for those words.
She skipped after her sister, and nodded her head, opening the door to her room. "It's cold." She pulled off her skirt, and slipped her long legs into a pair of jeans, and put a blazer on.
"Are ya ready yet?"
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Post by Sy Lecy on Jul 25, 2008 18:28:08 GMT -5
Duddy could barely open his eyes when he felt he face explode with pain. "What the fuck wast that!" he tought. Then as he barely opened his eyes he saw Sy's face, radiant and those big brown eyes staring at him. "Take me to Swaggerts place of L street, he might be able to patch me up. If he can I would really love to see your beautiful face again," strained Duddy. Sy helped him up and from then on Duddy doesnt really remember what happened. It all seemed like a blur. The next thing he knew, John was waking up in a bed. He opened his eyes, grimaced in pain adn saw Sy sitting bedside with him sleeping. Sy had not known what to make of the whole situation. She was unsure of what the organization would make of this either. She wondered what if anything would be done about this. If anyone came after Duddy and she was seen with him...but that might be good for her. Because no one knew he was behind this. Not yet. And his story was beginning to become very interesting indeed. "Hey you. You were out for some time. What were you doing flying into a damn building?" She laughed. "Not saying it wasn't cool. But you could have been killed you dumbass. Nice to see your still alive though. So I take it you're not a aviation mechanic." She reached down and moved a piece of his hair off his forehead. She shook her head and smiled down at him. |
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Post by Sharon Anderson on Jul 25, 2008 18:37:44 GMT -5
Sharon rolled her eyes. "Does it look like it? Hand me that pair of jeans and black tank top... Yes, those... Thank you." She took the clothes from her sister, being careful not to get black on them as she made her way to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
Throwing them on the toilet seat, she threw off her dirty shirt, tossing it into the tub. Her shorts only had a few black spots on them. She turned the faucet on and begun to scribe the dirt off her arms and face. A shower would've been ideal to completely clean herself, but she wanted to try some of that Russian vodka.
Once she was done, she dried herself and pulled her shorts off. After pulling the thermal and pants on, she slipped her phone into the new pant's pocket. Grabbing the dirty clothes, she left the bathroom.
"You gonna use your power or you want to take a booth?" She questioned, tossing her dirty clothes into her work room on her way down the hall. At the couch, she sat down and slipped her socked feet into her black boots. Tying them quickly, she finally stood.
Picking up her double gun hostler, she swung it on before putting her jacket on.
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Post by Kiley Castiglione on Jul 25, 2008 18:42:55 GMT -5
Kiley taps her foot impatiently for a moment, then decides that she doesn't like what shes wearing. She changes a few times, before ending up in exactly the same thing she was wearing before. Just as she was straightening her top, Sharon walked back in.
"Let's take a booth. I don't feel like getting all worn out." She said, eying a jacket, finally taking it out and shrugging it on. She walked out of the room, and slipped her feet into the same shoes she'd worn earlier.
The two walked out to a teleportation booth nearby, and teleported themselves to Moscow. Kiley shivered and pulled her jacket tighter around herself, feeling her cheeks turn red from the cold.
"Where to?"
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 25, 2008 18:44:08 GMT -5
Alexei eventually goes to Danny and taps him on the shoulder, and gestures towards a private booth towards the back of the club, including a curtain that could be drawn for privacy.
"I'm gonna see another associate over drinks. Care to join me?"
A few club girls joined him as he made his way to the booth. He had a bottle of vodka and seven or so shot glasses brought to the booth as he settled in, waiting
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Post by Sharon Anderson on Jul 25, 2008 18:50:46 GMT -5
"You are going to go shopping." Sharon stated, leading Kiley along the sidewalk. She looked for a good shop while following Alexei's directions. She supposed she could just leave Kiley have fun in the dance club, but it was too big a risk.
Nodding her head to a fine clothing shop, she stopped. "How about here? Pick out a nice outfit, okay? I bet they have some fancy stuff here in Moscow. I'll take you for some hot coco after." Leaving Kiley at the store front, she continued on down another road.
Glancing back a few times to make sure Kiley hadn't followed, she enters the club. "I was told to ask for Alexei Nacharade." She says to the bouncer, pronouncing it a bit wrong. Why did everyone have to have such difficult names to pronounce?
Then again, her real last name was a bitch to pronounce too. She studies the club as she's let through the crowd of dancing people to a private booth. Inside sat a man in a nice suit and some club girls. Ahh, she recognized him. She had seen his face before during a few different dealings with the Mafia.
"I remember being promised some Russian Vodka." She says in greeting with a grin.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 25, 2008 18:53:56 GMT -5
"I'd be happy to." Danny said, smiling.
Danny broke away quickly from his latest partner and headed over to the booth after Alexei, arriving a little after his host had become situated. He settled in a bit, trying hard to make pleasent conversation while at once handing out generous compliments. It was loads of fun and he threw a thumbs up Alexei's way to let him know everything was good on his side.
And he also kept an ear and an eye to the rest of the place, though it was diffifult with all of the varying obstructions. Until a gril walked in and Danny made himself busy with looking a dirty, innocent bystander; she had a fierce look about her.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 25, 2008 18:56:38 GMT -5
Alexei poured some vodka in a shot glass and slid it across the table, then poured three more for himself and the two club girls sitting on either side of him.
"Have a seat, Sharon." He says, then adds with a wink, "You get prettier every time I see you."
He tosses back his shot with only a slight wince, then gestured at Danny.
"This is another business associate, Danny Crane. Danny, this is Sharon Anderson."
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Post by Kiley Castiglione on Jul 25, 2008 18:57:02 GMT -5
Kiley scowled at being shunted away. She watched Bella go into a club, before raising an eyebrow. She expected Kiley to go shopping and settle for hot coaco while she had fun? No way.
She followed after Bella, and walked into the club, scanning around for her, before spotting her with a couple of guys. She sauntered over toward them.
"Hi Sharon! Who're your friends?" This charade would probably earn her another damnit Kiley. She grinned.
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Post by Sharon Anderson on Jul 25, 2008 19:02:34 GMT -5
"Heh." Sharon was reaching for the shot as she sat and getting ready to shoot a compliment back, when she heard a familiar voice shout behind her. "Damnit-!" She begun to shout angrily as she turned, before deciding against it.
"Go dancing or something hon. This is business stuff." She stated, motion to the dance floor as she attempted to try to decide how to explain her off to Alexei. Knowing her, if she stuck around, she'd just simply tell him everything herself.
"Please." She forced the word out.
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