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| Topic Started: Nov 23 2008, 10:33 AM (122 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Nov 23 2008, 10:33 AM Post #1 |
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This was really not a good time to be Askari (or Enforcer) of the Cackle. There were honestly too many fights to deal with. With the Oba poofed and the Imara fighting each other constantly for dominance and power it meant that the rest were leaderless, which meant many fights with no one to keep the angry creatures in line. She was meant to break up fights that got too nasty, but there were far too many for her to even think about it. And with no one to back her up the combatants turned on her sometimes. This meant that she didn't look the best. Constant fights meant constant wounds, as soon as something healed there was another on her skin. Currently she sported several bruises on her body and a couple bite marks on her right arm. Normally she would have covered the wounds, but she was annoyed enough that she was going to go out. Going out meant a nice, possibly skanky top and jeans. She wasn't one for the 'little black' dress unless she was going somewhere fancy, which was incredibly rare. She stuck to casual dress, the shirt usually being fancier than her jeans. She was getting ready now, listening to some French radio station that she only understood maybe half the words of. It sounded nice though, and she was determined that her French would get better. Best way to do that was to immerse one's self in the language. It was why she wouldn't speak English, using her limited French to communicate she managed. People often gave her some weird looks, but when she explained that she was fluent in German the looks often changed to understanding ones. It was hard to go from German to almost any other language, but she'd been complimented on her progress by some of the Cackle members who were native French speakers. Apparently she just needed to work on leaving her accent out of the words. Humming as she slipped on a pair of ass-hugging blue jeans with no underwear, next she put on the red bra, and then a black silk tank top over that. Slipping on a pair of black heels, grabbing her purse and keys, she was ready to go. Leaving her crummy apartment was a relief, and she was going to have to move anyway. Too many of the Cackle knew where she lived and they were forming in to factions now... It was getting dangerous. A sort of... civil war among the hyenas in London wouldn't be a good thing, especially not now with the Presidential election and the only two options being annihilation or being tagged like dogs. If violence broke out in the city more would lean towards the first option, and that would be really, really, really at this point. Shaking off the negativity she made it to 'The Embrace'. She liked this place even if it was run by a vampire. The fact of the matter was that she liked it because of that. It meant almost every single hyena avoided it, and she didn't want to have to deal with any of her kind tonight. The bouncer gave her a quick once over then let her in, and she smiled at the burly, unsmiling man, and chuckled when she saw his lips twitch in response. Not as immovable as it appeared. Going into the dark club and sidling up to the bar, she asked for a couple tequila shots. She planned on getting good and smashed tonight, maybe picking up a stranger, and forgetting all her fears and worries with a combination of booze and sex. Mmm, sounded like a good night to her. |
 
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| Deleted User | Dec 8 2008, 12:53 AM Post #2 |
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He was going to a club for work; he decided that was something that would only happen in a place like Paris. After all he didn’t even remotely look like he belonged in a night club with his often lacking many things dress sense, and the fact that he’d just stand there watching the crowd like the predator he was. Wasn’t like he could kick back and have one to many drinks either. He’d left Elsa with the kids, and Tarun was fussy the entire day which told the male Jaguar that he was going to be ill soon, and Elsa never seemed to have the stomach to handle vomit. Then again she never had the stomach for much. Though he made an effort to look remotely like he’d fit in, so Leti, the sixteen year old ABBA fanatic decided to help him without asking too many questions. Though she said he looked okay, Arun still felt ridiculous. The look given to him by the bouncers as he walked passed them heightened the feeling. Leti would not be helping him again; she probably made him look stupid on purpose. Once inside the club he lifted his head and discreetly sniffed the air, not being able to get the scent of anything but those horrible typical club smells. It was enough to make him snort in annoyance and brown eyes search out the bar. His mark would come to him eventually, he was sure off it. Finally figuring out a path to the bar, he moved. Pushing through the swarm of moving bodies, a hand groping his ass somewhere along the line, making him turn his head sharply to see who did it. Though when all he saw was a bunch of giddy faces he turned and headed back to the bar, only to feel that hand again. Suppressing a growl he turned back around but the culprit was gone or right there and just dancing. He hated clubs. Shaking his head at himself he turned and finally made it to the bar. Standing next to a blonde woman who was covered in bruises he ordered himself a pint using French off course. Arun was making a point of using French, after all what was the point in living in another country and not use the language? It was rude. Thanking the bar man as his pint was placed in front of him Arun then turned leaning his back against the bar, deep dark eyes scanning the dance floor. Someone out there was his mark, though he had to admit he was tempted to say fuck it, phone the person who hired the hit and tell them to get someone else. Then he could just go home, which was all he really wanted right at that moment. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 9 2008, 07:52 PM Post #3 |
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She glanced sideways down the length of the bar and seeing the male standing there it was all she could do not to giggle. He looked like he was dressed to go out during the eighties, and she wondered if he'd done it himself. She had to give the male credit if he had. It took a lot of balls to wear clothes like that in modern times. He even ordered a pint, and she smiled as she picked up the first of the two tequila shots she'd ordered and downed it. Grimacing at the burn down her throat, she licked her lips at the taste before downing the second with an identical expression. Tequila was one of the only things that messed her up lately, or even came close to it without drinking Full Moon. She wasn't about to ask for it here though. Not with the new President in place. Fuck that woman.. She refused to be tagged like a dog just because someone had attacked her. She was in control, and if she ever thought herself not then she would isolate herself or submit to be tagged. Looking up at the bartender she ordered four shots. The man's eyes went up, but all she did was bat her eyelashes and he poured for her. Once they were passed over she grabbed them in her hands and moved the few steps over to sit down beside the dark male. She slid a couple of the shots to him and smiled widely before leaning forward a bit, showing off a bit of her cleavage but it honestly wasn't intentional at this point. She just wanted to make sure that he heard her. "I like your shirt. Perhaps you could use a couple shots?" She was speaking in French but it wasn't horrible. Merely a bit accented with German. "And I could certainly use a few more. As you can probably tell by all the bruises I've been having a fun time." When she finally caught his scent in the press of the club her eyes brightened. "A jaguar yes?" She giggled at the realization of what was on his shirt. "Appropriate shirt, though I don't see a quadruped carrying a dagger. Your kind are quite rare, I've only ever met one before. I must wonder if you could live up to him. For some reason jags seem to be best in the sack." She winked before downing one of her shots, and then the second as well. Grimacing she set the glass back down on the bar. "So what brings you here? A lack of your own kind. It is why I show up here. Hyenas avoid this place like the plague but for me." |
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| Deleted User | Dec 11 2008, 06:05 AM Post #4 |
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"I like your shirt. Perhaps you could use a couple shots?" He’d heard the female move up the bar after ordering her many drinks, but her words made him turn and look at her. Was she seriously complimenting his most ridiculous attire? Then again he’d never met a Hyena gifted with sense, they’re minds were always engaged in two things sex and dominance, and that was the females. Males were always submissive, and the one time he met a dominant male Hyena a pissing contest had left the other male with a shattered spine. Then again he’d challenge Arun during a time when he was rarely left untouched by some form of abuse. Her French wasn’t awful but it wasn’t the best he’d heard, and the German lit to her words told him where her natural tongue lay, but then again his German was pretty crap. "And I could certainly use a few more. As you can probably tell by all the bruises I've been having a fun time. A jaguar yes? Appropriate shirt, though I don't see a quadruped carrying a dagger. Your kind are quite rare, I've only ever met one before. I must wonder if you could live up to him. For some reason jags seem to be best in the sack." Arun was honestly trying to keep up with everything she was saying, since she bloody talked a lot and rather quickly, but the last bit made him frown and stop as he was pulling his beer to his lips. Now he was a bit rusty with things but he was pretty damn sure he’d just been hit on. Though still he didn’t respond though did watch her closely, Hyena’s were a funny bunch and he certainly wasn’t going to underestimate this one because she was offering drinks and a view of her cleavage. "So what brings you here? A lack of your own kind. It is why I show up here. Hyenas avoid this place like the plague but for me." Finally something he could actually answer to “I’m here because of work.” he said, turning back to his pint and saying nothing else, that was all he needed to say really, or so he thought. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 11 2008, 09:19 AM Post #5 |
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He frowned when she hit on him? Now why would he do that? It made her frown in turn, and by the time she was done speaking she was looking at him funny. She did remember from the last jaguar she'd encountered that they could be a little... off sometimes. The last one had been very OCD. Perhaps this one just was nervous around women or didn't know how to flirt? She didn't think she was being that subtle. “I’m here because of work.” Cali blinked in confusion at him as he simply turned back to his pint and didn't even accept the shots she'd pushed towards him. That annoyed her just a little bit, but she shoved that down. Considering she wasn't drunk yet she was more curious than angry about why he was so... stand offish. And what the hell kind of work could he be doing in a club? Maybe he was a private investigator or something? The blond hyena scooted her stool a little closer to the dark male before she leaned towards him again and spoke, her voice soft and just a touch annoyed. "Do you always spurn someone who is being polite to you?" She snorted in annoyance, a hand reaching out to push the shots towards him. "If you do not wish to accept something from someone generally you say so instead if ignoring them." Chastisement delivered her expression brightened. "My name is Cali, and if there is something I can do to help you with your work here tonight, please let me know." She grinned before gesturing to the bartender for another shot. He did so, and even remembered it was tequila and gave her not one but three. She tipped him near $20 with a wink, and the man smiled at her before she turned back to the male and downed one of the three shots all in one motion. She was starting to get a buzz thank god. "Now, are you going to introduce yourself? I would like to know your name..," she purred, "so I know what to say when I take you home." She was very confident in herself, and it usually paid off. "Or into an alley, wherever we get," she winked. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 22 2008, 09:08 AM Post #6 |
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"Do you always spurn someone who is being polite to you?" Polite? When was she being polite? He knew she was hitting on him though for the life of him couldn’t figure out why she would bother. Arun was sure he didn’t exactly look approachable, but too this Hyena he obviously did. However he looked at her when she asked that question and frowned again. There was annoyance in her voice, but the fact that she had moved closer to him told the male she’d not given up, yet. "If you do not wish to accept something from someone generally you say so instead if ignoring them. My name is Cali, and if there is something I can do to help you with your work here tonight, please let me know." His dark eyes fell to what she’d offered him, and then back up to the blonde Hyena. He didn’t realise she’d offered them to him, he’d barely noticed they’d been pushed under his nose. Then again he didn’t do shots, and wasn’t drinking more than his pint. Since he was actually supposed to be working. Though her offer was rather amusing, what could he say to her ‘actually if you could find my mark for me and kill her, which would be most helpful’ yeah right, she’d think he was insane or try and report him to the police. “No, I have everything under control.” he said referring to the work she was offering to help with. He returned to his pint, not bothering to introduce himself, after all he’d not likely run into this Hyena again and the less people who knew about him the better. That was when she spoke again. "Now, are you going to introduce yourself? I would like to know your name..,so I know what to say when I take you home. Or into an alley, wherever we get," Placing his pint down he finally turned to face her, she was overly confident in her abilities. Holding out a hand for her to shake “Deepak,” he said lying with ease. Once they shook hands he placed it back around his pint, watching her carefully “Though I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I actually am working so I won’t be going home with you.” he said, then added “or to a nearby alleyway.” and with that he turned back to his pint, though this time let his eyes drift around the dance floor. Apart of him wondering how persistent this female would actually be. |
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