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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 27, 2008 0:53:21 GMT -5
"Hey, it's Tuesday." She said, noting the much lower volume in the background then there had been earlier. He'd probably left the club, she didn't concern herself though, seeing as that wasn't her reason for calling.
"I was just wondering if you'd heard of a female weapons dealer living in America?" She asked, getting straight to the point.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 27, 2008 0:58:58 GMT -5
Alexei raised a brow. What incredibly odd timing. He'd started suspecting her of spying on him and his associates, and now she was shaking him down for information on weapons dealers! It saddened him to think maybe Tuesday had never really liked him.
"I don't know why you think I'd know anything about any weapons dealers." He says blankly.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 27, 2008 1:06:12 GMT -5
Tuesday's face fell a little.
"I know a few people that are in need of weaponry." She explained. "And we thought to call Maeve first, because she associates herself with that sort of crowd, and she suggested the possibility that you might know who we're looking for."
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Momo Kurokawa
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Head of Intelligent Design
?No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.?-Oscar Wilde
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Post by Momo Kurokawa on Jul 27, 2008 1:06:39 GMT -5
To any male character
Momo appears on television wearing a gray frock. It appears it might be some horribly thought out commercial, but instead of selling products, the woman quickly starts talking, waving her flabby hand as he does.
"You may not know me, but I am Momo Kurokawa, one of the wealthiest women in the world. I am the head of Intelligent Design. I am not here to sell my products, but to make an announcement. You see, the Banquet of the Blessed is coming up very soon and I do not have a date. That is why, I want you, any man watching this who is interested, to compete for a date with me...the wealthy, scientific genius that I am. You will compete on a game show which I will host. If you win, you will get paid 1,000,000 rands for a prize, but the true prize is a date with me...which you can not back out of, to the Banquet of the Blessed. All Entries must be submitted by the end of the week. You can send in an application or visit my office in Tokyo."
"Good luck."
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 27, 2008 1:15:08 GMT -5
Bambi watches Alexei in silence for a moment, her lips pursed as she thought. Poor guy, would probably be a very nice fellow if he wasn't involved with... whatever business. She felt kind of bad.
But, it was risk possibly her life whatever she choose. Suddenly standing, she splahsed her still steaming coffee into. As she did so, she stepped to the side in case he decided to throw his knife as where she had been sitting.
"I'm sorry!" She shouted as she turned, dashing toward the door. One of the waiters made a break toward her, earning the coffee cup straight into the face. It shattered, pieces falling to the ground. "Sorry!" She shouted again as she rushed passed him.
Reaching the door, she shoved it open, already planning to run to the left toward the nearest booth. It was about a street and a half away.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 27, 2008 1:19:03 GMT -5
Alexei remained cautious.
"I might know somethin-" Alexei sprang up as Bambi stood up then cursed as he started to run after her, "Son of a bitch!"
He cursed in Russian over and over, forgetting he was still on the phone with Tuesday. he dashed after Bambi as quickly as he could, knowing if she got away they'd have complicated problems.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 27, 2008 1:23:39 GMT -5
Tuesday had perked up in her seat, and then Alexei yelled and she jumped, holding the phone away from her. Cautiously, she drew it back toward her ear, only to hear him saying something in another language. She was almost positive she'd heard Bambi's voice in the background as well. ...And, was she just imagining it, or did it sound as though he was running? Alexei certainly led an interesting life from what Tuesday had seen.
"...Alexei?" She said, tentatively.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 27, 2008 1:27:36 GMT -5
Alexei's cursing was a helpful indication of where his location was behind her. Unfortunately for Bambi, one of her feet slipped out of her new shoes. She wasn't going to risk pausing for it, so instead she paused long enough to pull the other flat off.
Running once again, she half turned and tossed it back at Alexei. "I'm sorry!" She shouted again as she threw it. This pair of stockings was going to be definitely ruined.
Some people paused to stare, but no one helped. She wasn't expecting help, either. Most of these people were die-hard Manalist or simply wouldn't dare to help in fear Alexei was a Manalist enforcer of some kind. Damnit!
She was at the end of the street now, turning to the right, and she could see the booth half way down the sidewalk on the other side of the road. A busy road. With speeding cars.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 27, 2008 2:07:59 GMT -5
Alexei pulled out the pistol and shot once at her feet.
"Stop Bambi!" Alexei screamed, shooting but intentionally missing, aiming the shot in front of her path. He was already sick of running. It occured to him he was still on the phone with Tuesday.
"Err, sorry. Business stuff. You know...selling plants. Can I call you back?"
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 27, 2008 2:15:16 GMT -5
Bambi idly realized he had shot at her as she paused halfway down the street. She was so close, yet so far. Cars sped by, but she could see the booth clearly on the other side of the road.
She pulled her purse off her shoulder, grabbing her phone which was the only thing she felt she truly needed to keep and tossing the purse Alexei. "Just leave me alone!"
With that, she dashed into the traffic, dodging cars to the best of her ability. Her heart pounded in her ears along with the sound of horns honking and tires squealing. Once she was halfway across, a car rammed into her side (thankfully as it was hitting the brakes), causing her to flinch in pain and half-fall.
Wouldn't it be hilarious if she died by getting run over? She heard the thought in her mind and suddenly felt like laughing. Just laughing, in the middle of a busy road, a manic with a gun firing at her.
Of course, she didn't, she instead gripped her side and continued navigating to the other side of the street.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 27, 2008 2:18:37 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure. That's fine." Tuesday says, listening to the background noise a moment longer before hanging up. Either flower selling had gotten a lot more adventurous, or Alexei was lying to her, Tuesday was pretty sure it was the latter.
She shrugged at Hilja and Malak. "Maeve couldn't remember the womans name, and Alexei is...selling flowers, he'll be calling me back later."
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jul 27, 2008 2:22:22 GMT -5
"I like flowers." I state. I continue watching the news on television until a commercial comes on. Normally I don't pay much attention to Tv or commercials, but this one catches my attention. It catches my attention at first since it does not feature attractive people looking good or being active. Instead, it features a pretty frumpy looking woman. I listen carefully to what the commercial has to say. Some sort of contest to win money.
"It's too bad I'm not a guy. I wish I could go on Tv and compete for that money. We could use it for the party, that's for sure!"
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 27, 2008 2:28:37 GMT -5
Tuesday watches the commercial, and nods agreeing with Hilja. Their party certainly could use the money. "Its to bad we're not eligible." She says, then looks at Malak, and her face lights up.
"Malak! You should go and compete!" She exclaims, and feels excited for a moment, then she remembers that hes supposed to be in hiding, and appearing on television to compete for a date to the Manalist Banquet definitely wasn't the most intelligent thing to do while attempting to remain anonymous.
"Oh, wait, nevermind."
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Post by Calithin Crest on Jul 27, 2008 2:33:31 GMT -5
((To Tuesday-- Who, you know, doesn't get enough calls.))
I'm sitting at my desk looking over a sheet filled with various kinds of geological statistics when it suddenly occurs to me that I should probably look into procuring a date for the upcoming banquet.
I take out my phone book and thumb through it for a few moments before landing on Tuesday's number. After dialing the digits I sit back in my chair and wait patiently while the phone rings.
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Post by Sidapa Amparo on Jul 27, 2008 2:35:07 GMT -5
After making some phone calls and visiting Sota's office in Helsinki, Sidapa reunites with Sy and Markus a little while later. He approaches Sy from behind. It doesn't seem that either of them have gone too far, but, maybe he was just quick at getting the information that he needed. It really only took one visit and a few calls.
"A plane was taken from a Manalist base." Sidapa says to Sy and Markus. He is unaware of course that Sy already knows.
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