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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 26, 2008 2:15:18 GMT -5
To Maeve
Tuesday scratches her head, and sits back down. She looks at Malak. "Thats a good idea, but if we can't pay off the debts in a timely manner we have to deal with the Creditors." She shudders a little. "I don't know about you, but I'm not to fond of our pink-haired friends."
"Brownies for bullets?" She asks, and laughs a little. "Catchy slogan."
Of course Maeve would know someone! Or at least, Tuesday thought she'd know someone. "No, shes not here now, but we can call her!" She says, brightly, grabbing her phone, and dialing Maeve's number. She thinks about all the phone calls she's been making and receiving lately, good lord, her phone bill is going to be astronomical.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 26, 2008 2:18:35 GMT -5
Oh, what had Bambi gotten herself into? How could he pay the coffee shop owner just to have everyone leave? Feeling as if it were the end of her, she follows Alexei and sits down slowly.
Who was this guy with? She bites her bottom lip nervously, finding it hilarious she had felt no nervousness when she was with gas mask man but now she was a wreck. Must be karma.
"So you're saying you want me to just... overlook the money in the London bank?" She questions finally after a moment of thinking.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 26, 2008 2:22:27 GMT -5
Alexei smiles handsomely and nods enthusiastically.
"You're smart. I like that in a woman." He winks at her and takes out yet another cigarette and lights it.
"You're going to go back to your boss and say that everything is tip top. Perfect condition. Not a single suspicious thing going on."
He offers her a cigarette.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 26, 2008 2:28:28 GMT -5
Bambi stared at him blankly for a moment before suddenly laughing. She glances down at the cigarette, pursing her lips. She pokes the tip of it suspiciously.
Deciding her curiosity wasn't enough to make her try it, she shook her head. "Maybe another time, I'd prefer a coffee right about now like promised." Maybe a coffee would help her think clearer.
She had slept for a bit on the couch, but sleeping on a couch isn't the greatest for a good night's rest.
"Here's the problem, Alexei? Did I pronounce that right? Anyway, I'm a horrible liar. I can't lie. If my boss thinks I'm lying, she'll just send another person, or even come to check it out herself. She'll be suspicious, she'll bring creditor body guards like she always does."
She wondered if he'd still order her a coffee despite her news. She hoped so, she was only stating the facts. Besides, he seemed nice enough... despite the threats. And shadiness.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 26, 2008 2:32:27 GMT -5
Alexei eyed her then whistled, and a server walked in. He ordered a coffee for her, and soon enough it was set down in front of her, then they were alone again.
"You know, I've met horrible liars before." He says, his smile never faltering, "And I learned with the proper motivation they can lie convincingly enough. You will go to the bank, investigate it, and you will find nothing. I know this, because I'm going to go in with you. Don't worry, the bank won't ask questions. The unimportant ones won't think to ask, and the important ones won't dare."
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 26, 2008 2:39:38 GMT -5
Bambi sighed, picking the cup up carefully and taking a slow sip. She closed her eyes, relishing the warmth and smell. Coffee was probably one of the best creations.
Setting the cup back down, she kept her hands as she didn't want to give up its warmth as she looked at Alexei again. "Motivation? You dress too well to be with one of those poor groups, so you must have access to fine enough weapons. I suppose those are my motivation?"
She questions, suddenly appearing much more calm.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 26, 2008 2:44:00 GMT -5
As if on cue, his balisong slid out of his sleeve and he began to twirl it skillfully through his fingers.
"I'm afraid there is little we aren't capable of when it comes to ending someone's life, or worse." He says, even though there is little malice in his voice. More like a simple explanation.
"I assure you, if you do as your told, and my boss's money remains unscrutinized, we'll all look back on this and laugh...well, I will."
He chuckles.
"See?"
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Post by John Duddy on Jul 26, 2008 10:42:14 GMT -5
he looked into Sy's eyes, "No Im not an avaition mechanic, but since I know your really not a waitress I guess we'll call thatone even." He smiled and decided he could trust her, "I work for an organization called Red Infinity, we try and tell the common people that Communism is the way and the truth. Our aim right now is to take down the Manalists. Now what is your story and I want the truth." He stared at her making the poit that he was serious.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 26, 2008 13:18:11 GMT -5
Relaxing as it was to sit down for a bit, Danny never missed and opportunity to have fun. So when Kiley appeared and interupted his rest, he shot up, overturning his chair and yelling, "You can't prove a thing!" to the air in general while not being loud enough to distract anyone on the dance floor. A few comical blinks to finish the show and then hanging his head in embarassment and picking up his chair.
"Um?" He said as he was, ostensibly, seeing Kiley clearly now. He went with a slightly nervous, embarassed sort of laugh. "Oh! Hey there. Thought you'd left with your friend."
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Post by Lilith "Mistress" Antekkereh on Jul 26, 2008 14:28:04 GMT -5
"On top of it as always, Ms. Violette. I admire you." Mistress states, nodding her head at Li. It was quite the compliment for a human, but she doubted the other woman would realize that. Soon enough though.
Later, at the meeting of the Economic Council, she watches from her usual seat as Annette speaks. She feels like curling her lip at disgust, but refrains from doing so. As she muses Annette's words, her fingers idly stroke the crystal resting against her chest.
Perhaps she'd speak to some Hand members herself, whoever did this event had some guts. Guts and no brains. That was usually how it worked.
She was once a communist in her life, but she found that the humans only ended up turning it into some cruel, stupid system. The ideals they said they were for were valid, but their actions did not reflect it. But there were always people still striving for it or something else, never happy with the current system,
Fools...
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jul 26, 2008 14:32:08 GMT -5
Lena waves in reply to Sidapa's goodbye kiss. She stands herself, looking to Markus. "Sorry, I guess you can either wait for Sy or go ahead. Just message her whatever you do." She states before waving to him also.
With that, she leaves and heads the opposite way, beginning to question the people she passes if they had seen the "test" plane a Violette put it.
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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 26, 2008 14:37:07 GMT -5
Once Tuesday had gotten the other call, Maeve had gotten up and open up shop. It was a rather nice, slow day. Upon seeing the news in Helsinki about the leaflets, excited voices raised. Jeff and Maeve gave warning glances to people, since they had warned them about the information leak.
After a few hours the phone rings again and Maeve waves to Jeff. "I got it." She picks up the phone, wiping her hands off on her pants. She had just been practice inking so she hadn't bothered with gloves. "Black Lotus Parlor, you draw it, we draw it better in ink." Jeff had come up with that one.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 26, 2008 15:21:39 GMT -5
Bambi looks down at her coffee, unsure of what in the world she was going to do. She was positive threats would just make her lie worse. She'd get fired! What if they even threw her in jail or sent her to labor work?!
She liked her computer, her spread sheets.
Looking back up, she watched him twirl the balisong, her mind imaging the mirror with the man in the suit twirling his blades. Oh, this was just too much. Two sword wielding threats in one month?
This one though... she was convinced there was another way out of this situation. There had to be! If that other sword wielding man hadn't killed her, she was surely able to overcome this one.
"Say I do, but my lie falls flat and Annette comes herself? What will you do then?"
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Sy Lecy
New Comer
Waitress/Assassin
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Post by Sy Lecy on Jul 26, 2008 16:14:40 GMT -5
Sy smiles at him.
"I just work for this organization that tries to help make things better for people however it can using any means needed. I dont remember alot of it because of my amnesia. I just know we do what needs to be done."
It was the truth but she could not bring herself to say anymore than that because to be honest she could not remember any more than that. All she could remember was that she worked for the organization. And they called her and they called her by a name...her real name and she did things and then she was herself again. She never remembered any of it.
Then her phone vibrated against her back in her pack. She excused herself and went into the bathroom and listened to the message and let out a long sigh realizing she had to go and it was about Duddy. She went back to him smiling but tears crept down her cheeks.
"I have an emergency I have to attend to Duddy. I have to go. I may not get to see you for awhile so take care of yourself and remember me this way." She leaned down and kissed him briefly before rushing out of the door.
She ran into the night searching for the address that Sidapa had left on her phone. She realized the next time she saw Duddy they would probably be fighting and she would not know him. She came on the address and strode in.
"Hello...Sy is here."
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 26, 2008 16:37:41 GMT -5
Alexei looked thoughtful, then shrugged.
"Then the whole situation gets complicated, messy, and nebulous...but I can assure you that no matter how it plays out, you'll be dead before the situation gets resolved."
He slides the balisong back up his sleeve and flicks the ash off his cigarette, letting out a long, slow exhale.
"But I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen. Just think of me as your assistant. You can submit a written report, if anything."
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