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Reno         Since: 07-18-05 From: Above the Law. Since last post: 7078 days Last activity: 6931 days |
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OOC: Now, this place is for Shin-Ra story arcs, it acts as a ‘hub’ for activities and plot twists, and a place to for characters to socialize ICly in order to develop a working history with another character. This isn’t a hangout thread, it’s an RP thread, and you don’t think you can keep up, don’t join, if you’re willing to try, do so. If you screw around with the wrong people in this gin joint, you could end with a broken bottle twisted in your face; my character doesn’t take too kindly to being harassed. The Emerald Twilight Nightclub is located in Neo-Junon, the new headquarters of Shin-Ra Incorporated; the actual Nightclub itself is located in a skyscraper, on the top two floors and the roof. Being a Nightclub, adult subjects may come up, such as violence, drug use or sexual themes, and as such, if you are offended by any of these topics, do not post or read the content of the Roleplay. Violence is allowed, people will be allowed to fight, within reason, people walking in with Flamethrowers or Vulcan Cannons will promptly be defeated, and humiliated for the enjoyment of all participating in the RP. If you pick a fight with someone who has friends, don’t cry if they all wail on you; don’t pick fights if you don’t think you can handle the consequences of losing. Drug use, well, I don’t really care, if your character wants to shoot up in the bathroom, so be it, doesn’t make a difference to me. Sexual themes, as with Drug use, I don’t really care, however, the Staff probably do, if you want to flirt, you can, if you want to kiss, fondle, groap and freak dance, I still don’t care. But having sex in the RP isn’t recommended, you’ll probably end up banned if your ability to describe these actions is anything above paltry. I don’t believe in ‘signups’, if you want in, come in through the front door, coming through a wall will most likely result in a painful death at the hands of a pissed off Shin-Ra employee. IC: People were everywhere, the whole place was packed, the music was loud, and drugged up 20-something executives and their floozies danced spasmodically under the strobe lights. However, only one floor up was the Executive Lounge, in which resided the owner of the club, and the CEO of Shin-Ra, Inc. Reno was wasted, completely rolling, he’d slugged back more than forty shots of Mako Slammers, heavy alcohol flavoured with highly processed Mako. The drink was good, but a good many refrained, apparently, drinking the spiritual essence of the Planet was morally and ethically wrong, but the CEO cared little for such trivial thoughts, and enjoyed his evening. He was dressed as usual, in his trademark navy blue business attire, a wrinkled and dishevelled suit, his shirt was untucked, and his blazer unbuttoned. His hair was much like his clothing, wild and untamed, the crimson locks hastily fashioned into a small ponytail. Hunched over a table with a half-empty bottle of Chivas Regal, the CEO didn’t look like anyone special, but under the suit, and his mask of sanity lurked a demon of hate, always on the brink of being released. Only those who fought him in battle knew the true extent of his power. “Oh my god!!!” Screamed a hysterical young blonde, as she approached Reno’s table. She was dressed in similar attire, however, her blue suit was well pressed and ironed, she obviously took far interest in her own appearance than Reno. She had gentle blue eyes, and a soft milky complexion, blonde bangs framed her face, and red lipstick coated her plump, pouty lips. The young woman was an Ex-Turk, by the name of Elena, she was Reno’s secretary now, having given up the fieldwork for a much closer working relationship with the CEO. Her big blue eyes shimmered in the gentle light of Executive Lounge, they were filled with concern for her co-worker, and boss, maybe this time his liver finally gave in, maybe this time he had succumbed to the poison he loved so dearly, maybe… “Elena… Shut the fuck up… You’re making me sober.” Reno muttered, laggardly raising his throbbing head from the table, he looked up at her smiling drunkenly, and thrust the bottle of Chivas Regal at her, his eyes trained on her expectantly, he wanted her to drink. “Reno… You know I don’t drink…” Elena stammered, her voice barely audible above the background chatter and music, yet, he simply pushed his arm at her again, placing the bottle in her hands. “Jesus woman, live a little, you’re more conservative than Tseng, and that’s saying something.” Answered Reno, flashing her a half-cocked grin, the moment he did so, Elena’s resolved crumbled, she was cannon fodder for his smirk, as most women were. “Okay… But just a little… You know how I get when I’m tipsy.” Elena said, sighing before taking a short swig, her raspberry lips coaxed the alcohol right from the bottle, and she swallowed, taking a considerable amount of time to force the smooth, yet ever so brutal whiskey. OOC: Seeing as I cannot really be bothered writing much more about the place, this is where I’ll finish up. If you want to enter the Executive Lounge, and you’re not a Shin-Ra member, you’ll need to talk your way past the guard. Remember, anyone is welcome to join provided they try. |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 115 days Last activity: 103 days |
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| OOC: I dont want to join Shin Ra just making this clear and my group is not a rival group...
BIC: *Chris walks down the street from the Spartans Headquarters to the Emerald Twilight Nightclub to go and speak with Reno* Maybe I should call first... *Chris pulls out his Cell phone and dials the officer Number for Reno listed in the phone book* Hello this is Chris Leader of Spartans put me through to Reno if hes not to busy at the moment i need to talk business... |
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Vel Belmont Merchant  Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7064 days Last activity: 6659 days |
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| Tseng was somewhat around the inners of the Nightclub. He was on patrol more or less, then anything. After coming back to the company, he reestablished his friendship with the group. At center floor, with a neatly ironed pressed Turk suit, he stood just casually looking around. Still in his early 40s, he knew how to have a good time and to work at the same time.
As he made his rounds, the ear peice caught a buzz. One movement is all it took to take the cell phone out from his pocket and flip the top, however no answer. This was not a regular cell phone, it was a channeller. Most devices worked within Shin-ra, something that caught cell phone waves that tried to get to the Turks themselves. He listend quietly. "Hello this is Chris Leader of Spartans put me through to Reno if hes not to busy at the moment i need to talk business..." Tseng gave a muffled laugh as he flipped the the top down, and pushed it back into his pocket carefully. "Business, and Reno? On his night off? I highly doubt he is up for business for tonight, especially in his current state," Tseng spoke to himself. Tseng continued around the nightlcub, the VIP area for the Turks was stationed here, and more or less there was Reno, the bottle and a familiar looking face. Elena, how he could remeber there days of working together back when Cloud was making a damn ruckus everywhere. Tseng slowly walked towards the table. “Jesus woman, live a little, you’re more conservative than Tseng, and that’s saying something.” Answered Reno, flashing her a half-cocked grin, the moment he did so, Elena’s resolved crumbled, she was cannon fodder for his smirk, as most women were. "Hey, I heard that." Tseng said, giving a rare smile to the occasion and casually taking a seat. "Seems we have someone wanting to deal business with the Turks, tonight, Reno. Especially one aimed into talking to you." Tseng reported to Reno, only after waving a hand in the air, a flashing bright smile from one of the Pub Mistresses escorted a bottle of the fine red wine, Tseng was so accustomed to drinking here. A simple glass he took from the platter along with the wine itself. After waving his hand, he dismissed her. Her bright smile continuing to show as she walked away, her his swaying to the left and right. "I'll need to be drunk to ever tap that," Tseng said out loud, trying to half-ass an unacceptable remark. He just starred at the hollow glass and laughed as he pured it full. "Hears to a good night, Reno," Tseng slowly rose his glass to take a drink. |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^  Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5333 days Last activity: 4814 days |
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| :: Settled deep on the first floor of the dance hall, Leon stood stareing at all of the putred stank that this planet had sucum to::
Leon: This is just a meaningless show of ones own lack ot taste, Wouldn't you agree Rock, Davis. ::From the shadows behind Leon, the outline of two men could be seen, one a slinder muscular man with deep blue hair, parted in the middle with two long spikes running down both sides above his accuall hair. And the second was a giant of a man, at least four-hundred pounds in weight. He was very tall and fat, his right and left arm individually were about the size of the smaller man standing in front of him. The ground shook with every step he took, now standing behind Leon He spoke with a deep and somewhat slower voice:: Rock: Leader.........Scum.......Found Davis: I don't think this is a proper place for people as us, but we were hired to make sure that this place stays in buisness all night :: Davis pulled a small peice of paper from his Dark Blue jacket now wrapped around almost his entire body, buttoned to make an impressive appearence:: Note: "When you arive at the Night Club, Find a man named Reno and ask hi what you are to do....Master Leon, you may take two of your men with you to this assignment. Do not stand out, we need to catch these people selling these narcotics to our children, the future generations rest in your hands my friend." Regaurds - Collin Cole :: Davis stuck teh note back into his jacket and looked at Leon:: Leon: We need to find Reno, spread out and search this floor. I ll go upstairs and ask around. ::Leon looked at his men, his pale green eyes shooting through both of their persona's entirely:: Davis, Rock. Do not cause trouble untill we have the information that we need. ::Leon walked forward, bringing his hands into his overcoat, and slowly makeing his way through the crowd, haveing little to no problem doing so:: Davis: You heard teh Boss Rock, spread out and find Reno :: Davis split off from Rock and headed to the Bar:: Rock: Me.......Search :: Rock in the best attempt he could, stepped onto the dance floor, the music skipping after every other step, and the people parting ways such as the Red Sea. He passed into a lobby further behind the dance floor and began to ask questions about a man named Reno. Meanwhile, the music now fully booming once again and the floor hopping, All of the people paid teh giant man no regaurd and continued to Dance:: Davis: Excuse me, I am looking for a man named Reno :: Davis shouted as he finally reached the bar, takeing a seat next to a man talking on his cell phone:: Davis: How can you talk on that thing when it is so loud in here? ::The bartender slid Davis a Reaver Shot, mistakeing the word reno for Reaver due to the loud music:: Davis: NO I NEED TO FIND RENO!!!!!!!!!!! Bartender: WHAT??? RENO, He Is UPSTAIRS WITH TSENG AND ELENA. YOU BETTER NOT BE ANOTHER HIT MAN, THE LAST ONE DIED IN THE HALLWAY IN FRONT OF THE OFFICE! Davis: NO, I HAVE BUISNESS TO DISCUSS, CAN YOU PAGE HIM AND TELL HIM I AM ON MY WAY BARTENDER: NO, I DON'T TAKE RDES FROM YOU ::The Bartender drank the glass of booze and smashed it in his bare hands, then jumping from the bar and grabbing Davis by his shirt:: Bartender: I THINK YOU NEED TO HAVE A SEAT ::He threw Davis to the ground, and stepped on his arm while he was down there. Reaching into the back of his tattered Jeans, grabbing a Mako Gun with a Fire symbol on it and pointed it and Davis's face:: Bartender: I want you to lick the dirt from my boooooooooooooooooooooooooooot................ ::the bartender shouted as Rock took hold of the back of his head and hurled him across the dance hall and into a stain glass window above the entrance:: Rock: You......Fired ::Rock then helpped Davis to his feet and looked around at the now silent Dance Floor:: Rock:.....Me..........Trouble ::Leon turned as the music stopped and saw his men being stared down by hundreds of drunk and drugged up bastards who were about to do something very Foolish. Leon ran and jumpped across the giant speakers untill he reached Davis and Rock, standing in front of them he urged everyone to calm down:: Leon: I would liek for you all to calm down now, I am looking for a man named Reno. where can I find him ::the crowd stood silent as their eyes slanted in anger, they wanted these men dead, and were about to give all they had to acomplish that goal:: ((Now would be a good time for Reno to say something LOL)) (Last edited by Leon on 07-30-05 10:42 PM) |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"  Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1581 days Last activity: 1398 days |
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(Gosh, ya'll are really good at RPing here.  I'll try not to be too bad. )
The doors opened and a young woman emerged through them. She scanned the area with her dark brown eyes, skimming over the large crowd. All the while she was taking steps further and further into it. "Where the hell is the bastard?" She mumbled to herself. Glancing around, she could see men and women alike, all getting lost in the heat of the moment. Drinking until they could barely stand, some even slumped over in their seats. The click of her black boots could hardly be heard through the noise. Her short and snug fitting black leather skirt and dark blue tank top drew some attention however. Men whistled at her as she walked by. She looked at them with disgust, delicately moving her poker straight black hair out of her face. Her pale skin seemed to illuminate under the lights as she walked through the nightclub. As she walked, the bottom of her hair swayed side to side at her waist. The reason for her being there was guilt. Her brother was nowhere to be found, missing for days. The woman's mother had put her on a guilt trip to go and find the boy. "Damn him." She mumbled through gritted teath, as she stared down a few men who seemed to be feeling brave. The owner...or whoever the hell is running this place... She decided to take a shot in the dark and seek out the owner. Maybe he would know if someone underage tried to get in. Or quite possibly some of the bouncers... She drifted off into her thoughts as she walked around, dropping her guard without meaning to. She felt an arm wrap itself around her slender waist. Tilting her neck up, she was met with the stentch of a man who had been drinking too much. His breath made her crinkle her nose as she looked back at him. He grinned revealing rotted teeth. He asked her name, but she merely ignored the comment. "Let go." was her only reply, but the man kept at her. She could see in his eyes that the man was gone. Drunk out of his mind. When he leaned down to kiss her neck, the woman bent over and flipped the man over her. Paople parted out of the way as the man hit the ground hard, landing on his back. She then places her boot right on his chest, pointing toward his chin. "The name's Alby." She replies slyly as she brushed herself off, shot the people around her a glance as they stared, and then continued on with her search. |
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Savedox Berserker You put a bullet in my head, Till black turns to red! This could all end in tragedy!  Since: 08-20-04 From: Read \"Real Name\" Since last post: 4570 days Last activity: 1658 days |
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| Johny sat in the corner of the room and watched as the night unfolded with activity. He saw the bar tender get thrown accross the room and into the window by the giant of a man. The patron's wont like that to much he thought to himself as he noticed anouther young women with long black hair throw yet anouther person.
"I think that this will be a long night." He mumbled to himself as he toulk a sip from the cup in his hand while watching the spectical bloom in front of him. "I guess im going to have to keep an eye out tonight because I need some fun for once!" |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 115 days Last activity: 103 days |
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*Chris Walks into the front door of the NIghtclub* Forget it i will talk to him in person... *Chris watches a tall man get flipped by a young woman* Ma'am. *Chris nods his head to The lady who had flipped the drunkard* |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^ Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5333 days Last activity: 4814 days |
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| ::Leon noticed the young lady with the attitude and without seconds passing appeared behind her with one of his swords drawn and at her thrat::
Leon: Davis, Rock.....get upstairs :Leon shouted to his men, they nodded and scurried to the top of the stairs:: Leon: Little lady, I suggest that you be nice for the time being. Your strong, but I assure you....I am stronger ::Leon smirked as he dragged her in front of him, still faceing the crowd:: Leon: do not follow me, or I will kill you all ::Leon continued to walk up the stairs with the girl in front of him. eye balling an interesting looking blonde woman at the floor of the stairs, comeing from the Ladies room:: |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1581 days Last activity: 1398 days |
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| Alby did as she was told, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Self defense is self defense you know." She says coyly, turning slightly to get a glance at Leon as she continued walking. "Might I ask where we're going?" She asks, a bit impatiently as they continued walking, breahing the silence. She moved a little slower, as if to protest being prodded up the stairs. |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 115 days Last activity: 103 days |
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| *Watches Leon Draw his sword twitchs toward his shoulder but does nothing*
Hmm.... Sir is there a problem here... This young lady was just defending herself I am going to follow you because i need to speak to Reno killing me would be a bad idea. *Chris walks up the stairs keeping his distance from Leon* |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^ Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5333 days Last activity: 4814 days |
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| :: Davis and Rock shout from the top of the stairs::
Rock - Davis: SIR WE HAVE A PROBLEM ::Leon arrived at the top of the stairs sheathing his sword and looking at the end of the hallway, then back to the girl and young man who followed them:: Leon: I mean the girl no harm, it wa sthe olny way to get the attention of all the people off of us. I Apologize My Lady ::Leon bowed and turned around now faceing the gaurds eye to eye:: I must speak with Reno, YOu will allow the three of us to pass ::Rock and Davis stood firmly behind Leon to show that if the bouncers tried anything, that the two of them would protect their Leader:: |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1581 days Last activity: 1398 days |
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| Alby couldn't help but smile as Leon bowed. For a moment she felt bad for her previous behavior toward the man. She looked back at Chris and grinned. "I thank you...but I need no help in defending myself." She says.
She then turned toward the guards, standing firmly in front of them. "I take it Reno is the owner of this place..." She says, glancing sideways at Leon and then to Chris. Looking up at the guards, Alby smiled sweetly. "Please let us pass..." She says, balling her hands into fists and looking right at them. ((Erm...can anyone play these guards, or do we have to wait for Reno?)) |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 115 days Last activity: 103 days |
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| *Looks at Leons and nods a new respect forms for this man in Chris's head*
Damn...I need someone like you in my organization but you seem to be content here. *Looks at Alby* My Name is Chris. I am the Leader of Spartans. *Smiles at Alby* |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5100 days Last activity: 1410 days |
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| OOC- Where are the shin-ra in theis RP, I think they left because some of the rpers suck...
At least compared to them. Sorry for long post, but read the whole thing please, the whole thing sort of ties together.... ----- A man was standing in the bathroom. His hands were placed on either side of the dingy sink. He could not believe what this place had come to. He remembered the good days, the days when the whole club was new, no more than three years ago. Stainless steel bathrooms, glass floorings. Lights everywhere, and cameras in more places. He turned his head slightly and looked at the security camera. It was sideways, most obviously broken by some angry patron. Or possibly...a Matron, visiting the bathrom for some time away from the club, and to have sex in a more open place. He knew what went on here. He had been here too many times to count. there was constant sex on the dance floor, but he thought that, though it may be fun now, that the rash or some other problem which he could very well encounter later, would be too much of a worry. The man was very handsome. HIs features represented those of beauty in a man. His features were more common with females. His smaller than average nose, and his slender build. His lips were slightly larger than an average man's lips. His teeth were a bright white, and his eyebrows arched in an attractive way. His eyes were spectacular, as his female freinds had told him. Pale blue, and at some points almost grey. His eyes seemed to change with emotion, getting brighter with happiness, and duller with sadness. His hair was a jet black, and parted across his face. The large sum of his hair was sent to the left side of him, and it left a sort of angle across his forehead. Even for his slender build, he was muscular, and was powerful enough to take down most foes. If he could not take down a foe, however, he would simply use his revolver. Also black, and concealed in his black cowboy boots. The boots were not overly flashy, but the rest of his garb was. Hisblack leather jacket, which was normally tight fitting, was open and loos. Revealing his tight crimson tee shirt. His black leather pants, fit tightly too, in a rockstar sort of way. His belt was straight black, but had a shining buckle. This buckle represented many things. One of those, would be a part of German history, the Iron Cross. The entire buckle did not shine, but the outlying rim of the cross itself, shone in a white gold color. The flickerring light danced above the man's head. Throwing moments of darkness and shadow about the room. He remembered why he was here, and washed his hands in the sink that was dirtier than his hands. An ironic situatin he thought, and almost laughed, but withheld it for fear of being thought crazy. The man was only twenty. But he had come here since he was seventeen, and always found ways to sweettalk the waitress into giving him a drink or two. This club was like a second home to him. Home...That was a foreign word to the man. A home was a place where love was present. He knew little of love. And its underlying meaning to him, was sex. But he had not loved, to say the least, he had 'made love' many times. But he had felt nothing other than the moment for them. He was a young and attractive man, very little was off-limits to him. He reached into his cowboy boots, and pulled the revolver from them. The peacemaker, he thought at once, an odd name for a gun, but one that lived true to its name. If the aggressor was dead, there would be peace. He placed the gun in a more comfortable place, his inside coat pocket. He slowly took steps towards the doorway, and pushed it open as if it were a mere plaything. The music was around him already, and the people were dancing. He gracefully maneuvered around the couples losing control of themselves, and the scenes of what would be considered 'R' rated material. Out fo the corner of his eye, he saw a man grabbing a woman who obviously did not want to be touched, and pulling her off to the side. He heard the woman scream, but it was dull compared to the music. In no time the young man was standing over the two, with a grimace upon his face. "What are you doing with that woman?" The dirty oaf of a man responded drunkily, "She wants sa ge' frisk'ee wi'f me, n' den she f'rows mah feewin's to za floo' I'm ma teechin' her, a less'n." The girl looked at the drunk with a disgusted look, and the drunk continued to rape her as if the younger man was not there. The woman began crying, that was somethign the young man could not stand. A gunshot went off, but most of the people there thought it was the snare of a guitar, or the popping of a shampagne bottle nearby. The woman fell into the young man's arms, and he held her close. With a gun letting off a thin trail of smoke, barely visable in the sweaty club. "My name's Jack. I'm glad I noticed you, such a pretty girl should not be defiled by such a bastard." The woman merely weeped as a response, she had obviously never been near someone who's died before, or been raped. One of the two. Jack pulled her off of him, and she stared into his blue eyes with tear-filled ones. He walked away, and then he was gone. The woman never knew anything but the name of her rescuer. She left the club right away and would never return. Jack did not care, he moved on. He could not handle an emotional girl right now, he did not want to be connected to her in any way. He saved her, and boosted her confidence, but left as if it were an easy task. Killing a man with no true motive. He was not being affected in any way. But he pushed thoughts of this sort from his mind He noticed another girl. Long hair dangling to har waist, maybe even below that. Her tight leather skirt revealed her backside, which was very nice. Her tank top, a bright blue, made her look a bit out of place in this dingy club. She appeared to be a shining star of beauty. He walked closer, but noticed a group of men with her. 'Figures, typical woman' he thought to himself. Jack walked to her, and to the bouncers. "Scar, Tissue, allow me passage to see Reno, I have to tell him something of grave importance." With a slight movement of his jacket, he revealed the revolver to the bouncers. But more importantly, the fact that one of the chambers was missing a bullet, but had a casing left behind. The bouncers parted just enough to let Jack in. He reached back and grabbed the beautiful woman's hand, and pulled her through the gap, leaving the others standing in one spot. He led her down a series of doors and hallways. Until they reached a steel door, a big heavy steel door. "My name is Jack Ballain, and you never would have gotten past Scar and Tissue asking politely or even forcing your way through. You need a voice activated call to this room from each of them in order for the door to even open. Ask politely and they would let you through, but not tell you which way, or open the door for you. Force your way through, and a security breach would be activated, sending hundreds of more powerful men to apprehend you. Even with a big gun you could not hold that many off for long. The trick is, you need a true affair which concerns the club directly." Jack pressed his hand on the door and smiled at the girl. "Now, what might your name be? And why are you here? I'll let you though in a moment, but I just would like my questions answered." (Last edited by Xeios on 08-06-05 02:07 PM) |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1581 days Last activity: 1398 days |
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| Alby looked back at Jack, staring him down intently. She looked him up and down slowly, to take in this new, charismatic character. The corner of her mouth twitched as she supressed a smirk. She then glanced back in the direction in which they came.
"I had no intentions of remaining polite if my request was not honored." She replies, sounding a bit annoyed as she continued to speak. "As for forcing my way through...I would've been perfectly fine sir." She looked at him again, locking her eyes with his. "Name's Alby...and that is all I feel I need to disclose to you if you'd be so kind to understand." Again she looked back in the direction they just came. "Why would you take just me along with you?" She asks. "I'd like to go back and get them..." She says, before Jack could answer ehr previous question. |
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Jity Horo Beast  Since: 01-01-05 Since last post: 6703 days Last activity: 5918 days |
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| A young man entered the club completely non-chalant he looked around the room followed by his bodyguard. He ran his hand through his fiery red hair and snapped his fingers, singnaling for his guard to disapper into the crowd, which was not an easy thing. The man was about 7'1" and was wearing a black trenchcoat ,pants, shoes, and bowler hat and was wearing a gray shirt and socks. The younger of the two was about 5'8" and was wearing a blue button up shirt, black jeans, and blue sneakers.
A women ran by the young man, crying and covered in what appeared to be blood. The teen arched his eye brow and shrugged. He walked over to were two guards were standing. "Evening gentleman. If you'll excuse me." He tried to push past the guards, but the picked him up and threw him into the crowd. The young man rolled his eyes and pressed a button on the collar of his shirt. The bodyguard came threw the crowd just as the young man was standing up. "What is it Bryan?" Bryan looked at up at the tall man. "I may need some back-up." "Yes, sir." Bryan walked back over to wear Scar and Tissue. He turned on the voice recorder in his glasses. "Look, wasn't throwing you enough. Or are we going to have to teach you a lesson?" "I just want to know how to go though this door." The two men looked at each other and nodded. "We won't let you through to see him, Mr. Reno." "Ya, your not important enough to see him. He's not Shin-ra." "I'm sorry you feel that way." Bryan snapped his fingers and the big man walked over. "Gentlemen, meet my associate, Manny. You know what that's short for. Hit man." Bryan snapped his fingers again and Manny opened his jacket. Inside their were several weapons, including 4 pistols, an oozi, 4 trowing knives and several frag and shock genades. "Know we can do this the easy way or the hard way." The guards looked a bit sartled and reached for the alarm. Before they could get there Manny grabbed their hands and crushed them between his two spade like hands. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a shame." The two walked through the door. Bryan took out the memory chip from his glasses and his PDA and started arranging the voices. "Remember sir this place is dangerous so be careful." "I know Manny. You stay here just incase those buffoons called for help." "Yes, sir." Manny turned around and drew one of his pistols and listened as Bryan ran down the hall. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5100 days Last activity: 1410 days |
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| Jack's eyes widened. Gunshots...immistakable from the loud music at this place. The entire upstairs was a maze, and he was sure no one would find their way up. He grapped Alby's hand, and threw her and himself through the large heavy metal door. As the door shut, seven large metal poles slid across either side, locking the door down until the opposition was surpressed. He motioned for Alby to sit down on one of the expensive leather chairs.
"I must meet with Reno, then I'll let you through. And you see the door, that's what happens when unauthorized people enter the stairway. You would have never goten through if you would have forced your way in." Jack turned his body in an awkward way. And took three steps forwad, spun in place, and returned. His face had a look of utter perplexion. "You seem rather untainted by this place. I want you to get in and out as quickly as possible. I don't want you getting mixed in the rough crowd below." Jack knew what she was insinuating. That he only took her along because she was a girl, and a damn pretty one at that. Jack could agree with that, but the other reason was more predominant. He decided at this moment to confide in her, the reason he was meeting with Reno. "I've just killed a man in this place. He was raping a young woman such as yourself, but even though I think you could have protected yourself, I don't think you would have liked much to be down there after the gunshots went off." Jack realized that Alby might not have heard the gunshots. For he had tuned his ears to the constant roughness of this locale. Jack smiled in a rough, but attractive way. He seemed now to not be as young as he was. His eyes were a slight grey. And hardships seemed to cover his face. What an enigma he was right ow. Even to himself. To seem like the perfection of youth, to seem uncorrupt by any amount of troubles, but to actually be the opposite. This moment of imperfection seemed to be gone for now. "Now, would it be alright if you confided in me the reason of your visit to this hellhole..." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4874 days Last activity: 4498 days |
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| Rising from the shodwy corners infested with the likes of criminals and felons, a clean soul stood and looked intently at Jack. The figure watched his scene, taking down the idiotic man with ease. A grin arose on the man's face.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I must attend to other matters now that require my full attention. " He walked from the table with men grabbing up his betting money and shoving it in their pockets greedily, watching him walk away. They looked at this "fool", completly unrealizing that he had taken down their personal ID by taking digital pictures of their driver's license. He knew each was wanted for various deeds and he would get more than his loss in reward money. But that was for another time. As he walked, eyes around him stopped on his odd physique. He was a medium built, though he looked a little starved, with brown hair going down to the bottom of his neck, parted in the middle. He was not bulkily muscular, but he was lean and in shape. He wore a tattered grey trenchoat with a black dress shirt and dark jeans. He had an aura around him that allowed others to know he had experience for his young age. True, he had seen much in his 19 years, but he hoped no one would hold it against him. He loved his current profession as skimping for money where he could get it and doing his part as a hidden vigilante. Reward was his wife, for now, but he had enjoyed the companys of other troubled souls inhibited by the laws of society. He had found a way to live on the edge, to seep through, fit in soceity and live without it. This life was a manifestation of his beliefs, and so, he couldn't be happier. As he walked, he felt the beat of his compatriot, his M1911A1 pistol. It had saved him in the wild, along with his helpful knowledge of survival skills. And with that fading thought, he reached the iron doors. "Hello, sirs." The man bowed deeply with a sly grin on his face, displaying his seriousness and his good mood. "My name is Alex, and I will be needing entrance into these doors. Now, I don't wish to cause a scene, but I will be needing entrance into here to see a friend of mine. Ok?" Alex flipped out his card, showing his name. Alas, he had naught a number, an adress, or a company to attach himself to, so the card was rather bare. He used it mostly for humourous jabs at buisness. And so people remembered his name. Because he knew some very strange people. The guards looked at him wearily, switching glances between him and this bodyguard figure. He smiled and tapped his jacket, revealing the area of the pistol. One glared at him, growling, trying his utmost hardest to intimidate him. Alex just kept up his smile, showing his determanation. The guards realized he was one of merit, and let him pass reluctantly. He let out a low chuckle as he passed the doorways and continued walking. Suddenly, Alex's expression changed. He had him now. He was stuck in the VIP here with Alex and there was no escape. And maybe he could get those two he had just seen to help him. He had a way with words, peoples, and the like. Bounty here I come...A red-headed man. Should be easy enough. (Last edited by Cairoi on 08-09-05 12:23 AM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5100 days Last activity: 1410 days |
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| ...Cairoi...Me and Alby are already inside the large metal doors, you would have needed to get through the security, the maze, and everything else. How about you read my last post then edit yours. K. | |||
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1581 days Last activity: 1398 days |
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(Okies....teh Caiori has edited.  )
Alby didn't take a seat when she was gestured to do so. Instead, she kept a rather keen eye on the man. Her dark eyes followed him as he paced. A smirk smoothed itseld across her lips as she slowly took steps toward him until she was standing directly in front of Jack. Alby's smirk remained as she leaned in close to Jack, standing on her toes a bit, and toughing his nose with her's. Her lips parted as she opened her mouth to speak, her voice comming out cool and smoothe. 'If I told you, I'd have to kill you, now wouldn't I?" She paused for a moment, gazing directly into Jack's eyes. Then she took a step back and placed a hand delicately over her mouth as if to try and stifle her laughter. "I'm looking for someone is all." She replies between fits of laughter. "I stepped foot in here and realized I'd never find him just simply by looking without asking around, so I figured that I'd ask the owner..." She paused and glanced back at the doors that sealed shut on them only moments ago. "...looks as though asking a simple question to a simple owner...isn't as easy a task as I thought." She looks back at Jack with a bit of a pout. She let out a long, drawn out sigh as she slowly makes her way back over to Jack. "Happy?" She grumbles after giving him an answer. |
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