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| Topic Started: Feb 24 2009, 05:42 AM (147 Views) | |
| Tobias Barnes | Feb 24 2009, 05:42 AM Post #1 |
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The La Perle was the latest club to be on the Scan-and-Tag agenda set forth by the Parisian government as a low key method of attempting to track down and locate citizens of Paris who had not subjected themselves to tagging. No one was immune to being tagged, save for perhaps the upper echelon of the government itself. Not that it concerned one Lieutenant Tobias Barnes. With nothing to hide he had volunteered to be tagged as nearly all PPIT employees had out of fear if they resisted they would lose their jobs. Which would have no doubt been the case -- along with possible imprisonment and foricibly being tagged. Regardless, Tobias had stepped inside the establishment for the purpose of going through with the surprise check. Many PPIT officers were being utilized for the task and Barnes had no problem in assisting with cause. Especially after his horrible encounter with that freak Cara McKinney. Another reason why he volunteered to spend the majority of his time verifying people were tagged -- he sure as hell would not be spending time dating now. At least he was comforted by the thought that the werewolf bitch would get hers soon enough. "Alright... regular drill. You take the left, you the middle and I'll get the right." The Lieutenant glanced back to the two other officers accompanying him before they began to make their rounds. To say the least La Perle was a place that Tobias would not be caught dead in. The placed practically breathed snooty and everywhere he looked he received upturn noses. In a way, Tobias had no problem walking up to a table and disturbing a pair of metrosexuals who seemed more engrossed in their own looks than the officer that was now hovering over them. "Yeah, hope you don't mind." Tobias reached over to jerk back the collar of the first man. Holding up a device that resembled a barcode scanner he lifted it to hold it between his shoulderblades. A short beep later confirmed that there was a tag in place and the man was registered, "Thank you... and" Tobias looked to the other man who seemed a bit nervous, "Now you're turn..." Doing the same, the scanner beeped once more but the tone was lower this time, "Forget to get yours?" Tobias raised a brow before he gestured to one of the other officers, "Test him." With that, Tobias moved on. The man would have a thin piece of pure silver as well as a pure salt placed against his skin to test whether or not there was an allergic reaction. If there was none, then they were human and only a citation would be handed out. However, if the test failed then they would arrest the freak right there on the spot. Whatever it took. Moving around the establishment, Tobias' eyes settled on the next person to be tested. Edited by Tobias Barnes, Feb 24 2009, 07:11 AM.
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| Cara DeBesadre | Feb 26 2009, 09:26 AM Post #2 |
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La Perle wasn’t the sort of place Cara would normally frequent. It was filled with too many people that simply though sitting around and looking pretty would get them some place. The undeservedly self possessed and the willfully unaccomplished packed into one little bar, just because everyone else was there. The bar, even sans the people, was a pretentious little place; pretending to be something and somewhere better than it was. As it the bar itself could grant the hangers on that moment in the spot light that they had done nothing for, but yearned for. It was why modeling had never appealed to her. There was very little to it outside of having the right ‘look’. Look, turn, lift a hand and repeat. Dislike, however, had not kept her from at least dressing the part to blend in with the crowd. A ‘little black dress’ with a back that dropped dangerously low seemed more risqué than most of the crowd, but it was simple. Elegant. And a hell of a lot more expensive than the little fashonistas there could appreciate. If she was going to keep Nieve company in the pit, she was at least going to look good doing it. Manicured nails that had been tapping against her glass stopped abruptly as she caught the officers moving through the bar with scanners. There was a sick sort of excitement coiling through her gut, wrapping around the ghost of unease as if it would smother her sense of self preservation. Amber eyes swung to meet those of the officer that had drifted to their table, auburn brows drawing together softly even as she offered him a polite smile. Lifting the glass, she looked at Nieve. “Sometimes, I wish we knew French. Do you think he knows Spanish? English might work even.” Of course she knew French. Had been fluent for years. But the nice little officers didn’t need to know that little tidbit. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 26 2009, 04:00 PM Post #3 |
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With the addition of certain social influences in her life recenently, Nieve's mind had become easily confused. Both aspects of her personality now struggled for dominance. Leaving a blending of both upper class snob and prowling lioness. to be held together by a thin veil of humanity. Case in point; why both sisters found themselves at La Perle. Of course she had been the one to suggest they come, if only to entertain Nieve. Here, both aspects of her personality could be equally pleased. To the snob, this was the place to come, to look down on the common folk. It was cute, how these 'beautiful' people believed themselves to be important enough warrent an establishment for themselves. However, the very cold hard truth was, there were some things, that couldn't be reached without proper breeding. They could continue to spend a fortune to look the part and live the part, but in her eyes they wouldn't be fit to serve her tea. To the lioness, this was stalking grounds for prey, everyone here was a willing victim for her cruelty(Verbal or otherwise) They simply didn't know it yet. Of course, she wouldn't actually start painting the walls red, that was tacky and reserved for those lower base animals. That and Cara was here to keep her in check. With her sister around, life could easily resume as it always had, in control. She refused to dress down for the establishment, she was a beautiful woman, that wore beautiful clothes. It would have been a great injustice to the plain men and women gathered inside if she didn't give them something to aspire to. So she had sat, across from her beloved reflection at that small table(Her own idea to save any embarressment one might feel if they approached the women to socialize. A table for two meant they had no inention of interacting with anyone but themselves) for over an hour sipping at her drink. While she hated to concern herself with the affairs of anyone that wasn't herself or Cara, it was hard not to notice what was happening all around them now. Of course, while many either submitted immediatly, afraid of what might happen if they didn't or let their protests fall on deaf ears, Nieve simply continued to sip at her cosmopolitan. These people really were, just darling. She could entertain herself for hours watching them nearly piss themselves or pretend they were important enough to be outraged by what was happening. The officer that came to their table, was only given the briefest of acknowledgements, by way of her offering her now empty glass. Oh, her mistake he wasn't the little man that came to clear away the table. He had that laborer look about him, an easy mistake. Shrugging her shoulders, her warm eyes returned to her sister as she spoke. Of course, she replied back in Spanish. "If he does know Spanish sweetling, I'm sure it's only what that vile little dog selling tacos on the television taught him. English? My ears already bleed just thinking about what way he might butcher it." |
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| Tobias Barnes | Feb 27 2009, 11:00 AM Post #4 |
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Even though Tobias did not believe he had developed an eye for picking out freaks since he had been working in PPIT, however he had a feeling that he was looking at a pair. He had caught sight of them several tables over from where he had been with the other two gentleman. Somehow they just did not seem to blend in with the uptight crowd around them. For one they were dressed in a way that almost begged they be noticed and yet there was almost a sense they were watching everyone else perhaps. With the scan-gun in hand, the man made his way through the crowd to approach them. The were speaking and while he did not know what they were saying, he could at least tell that it was in Spanish. Perhaps this would go smoothly or be a huge hassle. Tobias could only hope that they were as docile as the other patrons in La Perle. Catching their looks his way, the PPIT Officer's eyes narrowed a fraction as they met amber eyes. A sure sign that he was looking at a pair of freaks, though he hoped for their sake that they had already gotten tagged. "Good evening ladies." A smile was forced on his face but it hardly reached his brown eyes as he looked between them. Out of habit Tobias spoke in English first to test the waters. If they spoke it then he did not have to worry about speaking a language that was not his own. Making a gesture with his hands, he beckoned them to turn around so he could see their backs, "Turn around. I'm going to check for tags and hope you have been good beasties." |
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| Cara DeBesadre | Mar 2 2009, 05:57 AM Post #5 |
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Aaah so he knew English. That would either make things easier or complicate them. Paying ignorant to known languages was a wonderful way to complicate things and buy time. Then again, she could still pretend to not know what he was saying; just tilt her head and look confused. But that would also draw out how much time she spent around the man, which by association would keep Nieve around him longer as well. And lately, she wasn't too sure she trusted her dearest sister as much as she used to. That was without a doubt, the fault of the company Nieve had been keeping as of late. She herself was faultless, infecting Nieve simply to keep them the same. There was no way that had thrown off the balance. Of course not. It was someone else's fault. Her English was laced with a heavy accent, rolling and twisting with an exotic flavor she usually buried. "Tags?" Her brows furrowed, as if she were rifling though her mind to find a translation for what he had said, casting a look at Nieve as if her sister could help. A nearby beep seemed to jar her memory, tugging a soft sound from her. A passport was pulled from the small bag hanging at from the back of her chair, offered to the 'nice' officer. "Spanish citizens." She smiled at him, helpful and apologetic. "We were on our way back to Madrid, but the flight was canceled." |
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| Deleted User | Mar 2 2009, 12:55 PM Post #6 |
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It was just as she imagined it would be, painful to listen to. She imagined that he might be more charming, if he never opened his mouth. Whatever language he might speak, she was sure the result was the same, irritating. Some people were better seen than heard, in the case of the officer before them, she wondered if finding him a paper bag might improve him. She sighed, still playing her part in this whole charade. When her beloved reflection took it upon to spread the accent thick while speaking in English, Nieve pretended to listen to the other's words carefully. At the mention of tags, her expression shifted to confusement. Honest, she didn't know what he meant by tags. Amber eyes, fixed on her sister, watching her pull her passport out to hand to him. Sudden realization swept across her features, as she too grabbed for her clutch purse, popping it open to pull out her own passport. She stared at it for a moment, before offering it over as well, with a smile, that didn't quite reach her eyes either. While the act was working for the moment, it was only a measure to drag things out, it wouldn't spare them. She was going to have to come up with a plan to get them out of here, tagless. She shifted in her chair, setting her purse ontop of the table. While it didn't particularly matter to her, if she were tagged or not, she knew her sister would not share that view. In the end, if Cara didn't want it, than Nieve didn't either. Couldn't have herself being different from her sister, now could she? She wondered how long it was going to take for the man to stop playing their game. That was, if he didn't believe them, but the way they were hitting everyone inside, she didn't much believe it mattered if he did or not. Two might not make it out without being captured, but one of them had better chances. Maybe she just need to run distraction long enough for Cara to get out the door. Maybe. |
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| Tobias Barnes | Mar 4 2009, 11:12 AM Post #7 |
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Tobias was hopeful that the two women would be cooperative. There were a lot of tables he had to cover even as the other officers that he was with were continuing to make their way about the establishment. Though from what he could see when he took a glance around, it seemed the number of preternaturals in La Perle was near non-existant. Except for perhaps the table that he was standing at right now. Though the only thing he had to go on was their eyes. Chances were good though. "Tags?" At that question alone, along with the woman's thick accent, Tobias had to force himself not to sigh. He had been lucky since the Scan-and-Tag campaign had started in that he had not had to deal with many newcomers to Paris. A glance to the other woman earned the same confused look and instead he clenched his jaw to keep from being too annoyed, despite looking the part anyway. "Spanish citizens. We were on our way back to Madrid, but the flight was canceled." Accepting the offered passports, he flipped them open to take a look. Sure enough they appeared legit. Not that it really helped them at all. Looking at the names, Tobias peered up with his dark eyes glancing between them. Tobias had to have been blind not to realize that the two of them were actually twins. A small smile appeared but not before the passports were flipped shut and they were passed back. "Well, that might be so... but rules are rules. You are required to be tagged when entering Paris and you both are still in the city." He might have felt bad about them being tagged only because their flight had been delayed. Might. Though there still was the matter of confirming that they were what he thought they were. Retrieving a small kit from his pocket, Tobias opened it to pull out a thin piece of metal. Nodding to the woman who had spoke, "Extend your arm." It was more of an order than a request now. |
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