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| Settling in to Night; (Deal/Nathaniel) | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 27 2008, 06:43 PM (270 Views) | |
| Jocelyn | Nov 27 2008, 06:43 PM Post #1 |
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Sub Wolf / Poor Joss
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D'oh.... delete
Edited by Jocelyn, Nov 27 2008, 06:43 PM.
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| Dhelia | Nov 27 2008, 06:45 PM Post #2 |
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Deal was still grinning. Many single girls might be walking terrified through this particular section of Paris, especially at 3 in the morning, but not Deal. No she was in too good of a mood, nor would she ever be worried about walking in her own neighborhood. It was mostly industrial, and yes a few of the abandoned warehouses probably housed some unsavory characters. But Deal was lion, she feared no one. It didn't hurt that she was always packing a gun. Plus her night had just gone too well to not be grinning from ear to ear as she walked. She actually hummed a little to herself not that she had any sense of pitch. Suddenly a feeling came upon her. Instinct mostly made her pause for a moment on the pavement. Her eyes narrowing before she resumed her walk. The grin had fallen as she looked for the thing that was lurking in the shadows. Trying not to be to overt about it. She shoved her hands into the pocket of her jeans as she walked. All the closer to the inner pants holster of her gun. Her nostrils flared as she tried to scent out what was around her. *Must be downwind* She thought. She wasn't scared, just cautious. She was lion King of the jungle. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Nov 27 2008, 07:09 PM Post #3 |
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Deal had been a very bad girl, trying to run away from the debts that she owed.. It was very rude, not to mention disrespectful toward Nathaniel. It was about time she learned her lesson. It was late; very late. She should have known not to be out alone at this hour, but as it seemed, his old customer had grown just a little bit too accustomed to her comfortable lifestyle. She'd become overly cocky, and it would eventually be her downfall. Fortunately for her, the wolf had no intention of killing her tonight. Alive, she was useful. Dead, she was nothing more then another body left in his past. The scheduling of their meeting had been unexpected, but necessary. Just the other week, a shifter who'd overdosed on some kind of drug showed up at the hospital. It was by pure chance that Nathaniel had been the doctor assigned to them. He'd managed to erase any evidence of the Shift before it could be discovered, but that didn't mean it irritated him any less. It seemed her life wasn't the only thing she was being careless with as of late, but her choice of customers, too. She owed him a total of three favors now, all of which he expected to cash in tonight. The syringe in his pocket would ensure that she had no real choice in the matter - being a doctor was just a great way to access certain resources. He'd come across this combination of drugs about two years ago. It was a concoction of tranquilizers strong enough to kill any human, but for shapeshifters it made the perfect immobilizer. "Come on kitty cat.. That's right, just turn that corner, right onto my street." Watching her contently from his seat upon the warehouse's rooftop, Nathaniel removed and flicked the safety off his gun. Couldn't be too careful after all. Once he was sure he was prepared, all that was left to do was wait until she was directly beneath him... Now. She might have noticed him coming - but it'd be too late even if she did. He'd leaped from his position to land right behind her, strong arms wrapping around her neck and waist to provide minimal struggling. The fact that her hands had been in her pockets only made his job easier, as she now couldn't remove them from that position unless he gave her at least some slack. Which for now, he didn't intend on doing. "You've been a very bad kitty," he whispered in her ear, removing the syringe from his pocket and stabbing it quite harshly into her neck. "And now it's time to pay." |
![]() "Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Dhelia | Nov 27 2008, 07:23 PM Post #4 |
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UP! Too Late too fucking late! Deal's hand had slid just enough from her right pocket to be free of it but in the short amount of time since he landed behind her she had not been able to draw her gun. Vice like arms gripped her tight, pinning her arms to her torso. A growl started eminating from her, a pur almost from her chest, ready to raise and issue the challenge put upon them. The fact that their assailant was behind them was all the more bitter. They, neither Deal nor her lion, liked to be attacked from behind. It was a cowards way. It was then his scent hit her, familiar. "Leroy...." Deal said in question just as she felt the cool bite of the metal as the syringe was plunged into her neck. "Son of bitch." She cursed as she tried to use her inhuman strength to break free of his arms, but his own inhuman strength kept her pinned. "You stupid double crossing money hungry grubbing lil... lil... shit." Deal's mouth became coated with cotton seemingly as her body started to give out. The amount of drug hitting her system so quickly immediatly sending her into limpness. COnsciously she knew her body would metabolize any tranq quickly but still she hated being weak for any amount of time. She became limp within 'Leroy's' arms. Her body going flacid within his arms as she started to head to the floor. "Dead..." She whispered, it was meant to be a threat. Her left hand still in her pocket, going numb, searched for the panic button within her pocket that would alert Frank or Charlie back home that she was in need of assistance. She had never thought she would need to use it. Sometimes it paid to be paranoid about watching your back. Edited by Dhelia, Nov 27 2008, 07:26 PM.
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Nov 27 2008, 07:57 PM Post #5 |
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"Now now Deal, don't be even more rude then you have been. You might just get me annoyed, and considering how helpless you are right now that isn't very advisable.." He smirked as she grew limp within his arms, the drug doing it's trick perfectly. The moment she stopped moving of her own free will, he ripped her hands from her pockets - one of his arms still supporting her - and moved them around to her back. Silver, reinforced handcuffs (he tended to acquire a quite a lot of useful little items in his line of work) were put in place to keep her from reaching for any guns, or the like. "Your little bodyguards are busy tonight, kit. You're all alone with me, with nobody to help you. And it's all your fault." Patting her down quite thoroughly (meaning a very uncomfortable several moments for Deal) for weapons, he removed any guns she might have had with her, as well as her 'panic button'. "A good idea in concept, but in practice it's a little difficult to reach.." Carrying her bridal style into a nearby alleyway, he placed her on the ground by a wall and removed his gun. It was then promptly aimed and shot directly beside her head. He waited a short moment, just enough for her to regain her hearing. "You say I'm the 'double crossing money hungry grubbling lil shit,' and yet.. you're the one who has yet to return all those little favors you owe me, Deal. By the way, feel free to add another one to that list. You've been too careless in exactly who you distribute the Shift drug to, and some moron OD'd on it and landed himself in hospital. Very luckily for you I erased any evidence of it.. and will continue to do so, so long as you continue to be of use to me. Following so far, kit? I don't want to have to go repeating myself." Looking her up and down a moment, he admired up close just how much she'd changed since they'd last met. "Remember all those times I helped you out, gave you discounts on supplies? I'm calling that all in now. There's a job I'll be needing your assistance with- and you will be assisting me." He tapped the barrel of the gun with his free hand. "You of all people should know that if I were to die, whoever killed me would be affected too. Sides. You're not exactly in a bargaining position.. So what do you say?" That last little question had really just been added for her comfort. |
![]() "Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Dhelia | Nov 28 2008, 03:01 AM Post #6 |
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Her lids fluttered as she struggled to keep conscious. Young little Leroy up on his high horse was seriously annoying the shit out of her. She growled again as he reinforced the fact that she was alone and helpless with him. She felt nauseous not from the drug but from the feeling it's affect and Leroy were putting on her. She grunted as he pulled her arms behind her and cuffed them. "Thought ... friends." She slurred Snarling weakly as his hands began patting her down, none to friendly. But he found everything she carried. The tiny firestarter in the inner pants, the switchblade in the back pocket, even the spike blade in her bra. Deal was fighting with whatever he had injected in her trying to will it to burn out of her system all the faster. Meanwhile her scientific mind wanted to get her hands on some of it. Immobilizing her so and yet still keeping her conscious. She wondered how long it would last and how she could improve upon it. She was limp still as he carried her into an alleyway settling down. She screamed as he fired the shot off next to her head. Unable to move or flinch out of the way the ringing against the wall behind her erupted in her sensitive hearing. "All y'ad ta do... si asshk." Deal slurred once the ringing had ended and his tyraid had gone on. "Can't help idiotsh..." She mumbled in response to the idea of someone overdosing on her stuff. It always worked. Just one pill why would any idiot take more. She watched him through a bit of a haze as he seemed to be eye fucking her. He was certifiable... she always knew this. Going to all this trouble to ask her to cash in her chips with him. When he could have just asked. "Fucking idiot..." She grumbled. "Just ask next time... " Deal groaned. Her finger twitched. She grinned. Still human drugs. already burning off in her system. But she was still bound up. "Your too good of a ruthless contact to get rid off. But this is pushing it Leroy. Your pushing my buttons to much. Your lucky you have use to me." Deal still threatened even in her precarious situation. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Nov 29 2008, 11:39 AM Post #7 |
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He chuckled at the 'friends' comment - or at least, what few words she managed to get out. Luckily her meaning was still quite clear. "Sure, we're friends.." The truth was that at one point, Deal had come pretty damn close to the title of a 'friend'. She was the kind of person he got along with, strong, independent, not overly concerned with morals. Thing was, they hadn't seen each other in quite a while, and he hadn't been sure how she'd react to him. "You know me well enough to know I won't kill you. Other then a little ringing in your ears, I won't even hurt you if you don't do anything stupid. This was all really just to prove to you how careless you were being.. that and it's funner then just approaching you and asking." Still, he didn't let her out of the cuffs. Not yet, at least. Until he was sure she wouldn't go trying to prove her dominance over him. Because honestly, that was the thing that annoyed Nathaniel most about the lioness. She thought she could control everything, acted as if everybody else should be below her. At one point they'd been considered equals, but.. he was the same, in the way that he thought he was the epitome of control. She'd gotten too cocky for his liking and although this would probably only drive her to be even more cautious (which was sort of the idea) it'd also be a hit to her ego. There was a good chance she'd try and make up for that.. which was bad. "Don't worry," he said simply, seeing she'd noticed how he'd been staring at her. "You ought to know I'm not interested." Rolling his eyes, he took one of her weapons off of the nearby dumpster he'd placed them on (it was closed, of course) and examined it. "Don't threaten me, Deal. It doesn't suit you, especially not in this kind of situation.." Kneeling so that he was eye level with her - but still over a meter away - he folded his arms. "This attitude of yours is exactly the problem, Deal. One day somebody powerful is going to come along, and their patience is going to be seriously tested by this. You might just end up the victim of that patience, and it'd all be your fault.." It was a friendly warning, though held a very serious message: If she didn't get rid of this little superiority complex of hers, either he or somebody else were going to do it for her. With a slight sigh, Nathaniel stood and removed the hand cuffs from her wrists. "The drug won't wear off for a little while longer, but don't go trying to get any 'revenge' or whatever when it does, alright? It'll save us both some trouble." He leaned on a nearby wall, watching her. "In the meanwhile, you should be able to talk freely by now.." He'd made sure to give her a minimal dosage of the drugs, so that she'd still be able to reply to anything he said. "Let me tell you about that job you'll be helping with." |
![]() "Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Dhelia | Nov 29 2008, 12:25 PM Post #8 |
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Deal rolled her eyes at Leroy as he tried to play up the fact that he had topped her and proved that she was careless. Her ears still ringing from the shot she couldn't deny that he had the upperhand at the moment. "Wait till you see my idea of fun." She mumbled under her breath. Leroy was definatly right not to trust her quite yet. She was boiling that he had gotten the upper hand and was itching to prove that she could defend herself. She sighed as he reiterated his uninterest in her. "You know that's the most disturbing thing about you. You're lack of sexual drive." Deal stated simply. Because she couldn't believe for a second that he just wasn't attractive to her. That would be more unthinkable then his having just a lack of drive. She grinned as he told her not to threaten him. "Do you honestly think I'm just going to let this go bye? You know me better then that Leroy." Deal stated matter of factly. He won't know where or when. But she'll pay this back, prove to him that she's not the only one who lets her guard down. She said nothing as he went on about some person getting fed up with her and taking advantage of her like he had now. "You've made your point Leroy. I'll be on better guard. And this won't be happening ever again." Deal said through grit teeth. Deal tried to remain quiet as he leaned in to remove the cuffs. She wished the drug had completely burned off but as it was right now she still felt pins and needles and was battling the numbness in her limbs and buddies. "Oh believe me Leroy revenge will come. Not here and now though. When your least expecting it..." Deal grinned. "OH please do fill me in. I'm curious as hell as to what you've got up your sleeve now." Deal quipped.She was sure whatever it was no mater how mad she was at him it would be something up her alley. SOmething she would want to be involved in anyway. Again proving the point of this whole little episode as pointless. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Nov 30 2008, 10:45 AM Post #9 |
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Nathaniel knew that were Deal determined enough (which she was), she'd be able to find enough of a slip in his defenses to get him back for this little incident. But honestly, he didn't care. What was the worst she could do to him? Kill him? Harm his 'loved ones'? Hah. Good freaking luck. No, she'd hurt him and attempt to humiliate him, and he'd either play along or he wouldn't. Depended on how much redemption her ego really required. "For all you know I'm gay," he said simply, rolling his eyes yet again. "Is it so difficult to imagine that somebody isn't attracted to you? If so, then you really have gotten cocky.. " He smirked, shaking his head slightly. She was good looking, sure, but not his type. Or at least, not Leroy's type. He hadn't quite established his own 'type' as of yet. "I know I'll end up paying for it in one way or another.. my only comments on that are not to let whatever you want to do interfere with either of our jobs." If she did decide that the best time to strike was when he was on a job, there were going to be casualties as a result. He'd only ever missed targets a total of three times, and each of those times people had died because of it. He didn't enjoy not getting to do what he did best. It was like.. being deprived of hygiene, or clothing. You could live without it, but it felt wrong and uncomfortable. It just wasn't in your nature. "I thought it was a normal hit for a while, until I did some research on the two targets. The client failed to mention how heavily guarded this couple was, and exactly what the guy did for a living.." He frowned. All clients withholding information from him did was hinder his performance. A lot of them viewed it as some kind of idiotic test. He saw it as just that - idiocy, and ignorance. "He's a major time drug dealer. Does illegal things mostly, but he also deals to some pretty authoritative figures, including cops and even a few of the higher ups in the McKenzie-Iveriot election. He's even more guarded then you," he said with a teasing grin. "Sleeps with a gun and all that.." He paused for a short moment, collecting most of Deal's weapons and placing them at her feet for whenever she could move again. It was best to have her armed, just in case. Talking about jobs like these in alleys wasn't too intelligent, despite how careful he'd been to make sure nobody was in the area. "I was hoping you'd arrange a meeting with him. Under an alias of course, but keeping a little bit of your reputation. I'd do it myself, but well, I just don't believe he'd give me the time of day." |
![]() "Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Dhelia | Nov 30 2008, 11:13 AM Post #10 |
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Her eyes narrowed at the idea of him being gay. If he was gay he would have made a pass at Frank or Chuck. Of that she was sure. They were both handsome and strong enough. No she was sure he wasn't gay. Bi maybe... A sexual maybe... Just not interested. Her head cocked to the side. Maybe the thrill of the hunt was the only thing that did it for him. Maybe he'd go home and get his jolies with himself thinking of what he had done to her tonight. Possible. "I'm not stupid. I may make mistakes ever now and again..." Deal sighed thinking of this as one of her major mistakes. "But I wouldn't interfere with a job. But it'll be more fun with you on your toes expecting something at every corner." Deal smirked. She managed to sit up a little more against the wall but her arms and legs still felt a little dead. Her eyes perked up at the idea of eliminating a drug dealer. Deal was never against eliminating the competition. The rule of the street didn't always apply for her. If she could open some more market for herself, further line her pockets down the line it would be something worth it. "Who doesn't sleep with a gun?" SHe said sounding rather genuine. She nodded as his ideal. "I can probably do that. Get us a meet as underlings of Deal... still have the reputation but yeah... If this guy has connections you know I want them... Seriously this was overkill... I would have done this job... hell probably would have paid you to get in on the job." Deal laughed watching as he laid her weapons down before her. She grunted as she sat a little straighter trying to move her arms and wiggle her toes. "Oh but now I want some of this shit you shot me with... I might be able to alter it... make it last a little longer in us two natureds." Deal grinned. "Set up the deal. Say your a direct report of Deal... that should get you in the door." Deal nodded managing to pull her arms into her lap she began rubbing one arm with the other trying to get rid of the pins and needles. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Nov 30 2008, 12:05 PM Post #11 |
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She seemed excited by the idea, and he was glad. If she decided she wouldn't help he'd have to turn to other contacts, or even try and hack at it alone. There weren't too many others he trusted to do this properly and not get killed, and trying to go alone was just stupid. "Fair enough," was all he replied to her question. He knew he himself did (sleep with a gun). Couldn't be too careful. "Oh no no, you misunderstood," he said as she mentioned getting 'them' a meeting. "You're going in there alone. It'll be your job to get him alone somewhere, I don't care how, but I don't want his bodyguards around. I'll handle the wife and then come to you, got it?" Having them both go in was unnecessary. He'd take out who he could from the outside and only then go to find her. "I'll set the meet up for you, but then you're on your own until I get there. If shit hits the fan, well, it'd be good to be armed. I'd also like to have a closer look at that panic button of yours, which you use to call your bodyguards.. it could be modified for communicational purposes." It was an extremely dangerous job, but he believed it could be done. The wife was an easy target, Nathaniel already knew exactly where and when he could get rid of her. It was really just the husband he needed a bit of help with. "And I'll consider giving you some if this ends well. You'll be patted down for weapons when you go in, so you'll have to get creative in where you may or may not hide something." |
![]() "Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Dhelia | Nov 30 2008, 12:25 PM Post #12 |
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"Alone..." Deal repeated. Hadn't this whole little exercise been a show to show her what could happen if she ever was alone and now he wanted her to go into a contract kill alone. She shook her head at him. "Not the best plan but fine." Deal said actually getting feeling back in her limbs she picked her weapons up. Checking the safety on the gun before returning it to the inner pants holster. The switchblade sliding back into her pocket. "I can modify the button to send an alert to any mobile number." Deal said as she picked up the long thin blade that Leroy had recovered from her bra. "They'll expect to find some things on me. No dealer walks around unarmed. But by letting them find somethings they may miss others. Simple trick like an illusionist. Look over here while I move this around to where you already checked." Deal grinned. She lifted her shirt to slide the long thin blade back into it's place against the underwire of her bra. "And not many people would have even found this one." She laughed. "Believe me I know how to get in places while armed." Deal said dropping her shirt back down. Yes of course she was looking to see if baring herself got a reaction from him. But if when he had gropped and found the blade initially hadn't done it now was sure to be no different. She sighed, still not on full function, she had to use the wall to help pull herself back up to her feet. "ALright so your terms. You set up the meet, well set up my panic button to alert you once we have the meet set and I get your guy alone so you can take him out... and get me a bit more of open market." Deal grinned. "Is that all we need to discuss right now or should we walk the half a block back to my place and discuss this in a more comfortable and safe setting." Deal asked. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Nov 30 2008, 12:50 PM Post #13 |
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There was more of a reason for her going alone then he'd revealed. In actuality, there were three targets. The couple.. and their son. It was a family hit, and although Nathaniel was usually against killing children uselessly (not out of sympathy, but more because it caused a lot of trouble) he could see why the boy was an issue. He was seventeen and was currently 'involved' with William McKenzie's niece. It was too much a link to power for the family. Not only that, but the boy was currently in training to one day take over his father's business. He'd even been forced to kill before. He didn't know Deal's opinions on children - so it was easier to just keep the kill from her. She might find out, might not, it wasn't his problem. "Good to know you'll be going in prepared then," he replied as she slid her weapons back into place. He barely even twitched as she lifted her shirt - she may as well have been just rolling up her sleeves, as it got about the same reaction. "I was thinking of doing something a little bit more complicated with the panic button.. I'd like to be able to keep a constant lock and contact on you." Or if not her, then at least on whoever he convinced to be his inside person on the job. She'd be right in suggesting that going alone was stupid, so she was going to receive a bit of a safety net, so to speak. If she died then the plan changed from kill the targets and minimalize the amount of other casualties to slaughter everything in sight. Nathaniel really, really disliked losing any kind of contact, especially one as connected as Deal. "There's one more thing unrelated to the job, though let me tell you about it as we walk," he said, starting the way toward her warehouse. He didn't actually plan on going in, but walking there saved her some time being outside. "I've been meaning to let you know about a certain group I joined not too long ago.. known as the Rogues Gallery." |
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| Dhelia | Nov 30 2008, 01:00 PM Post #14 |
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"I was only in wildreness girls for a week but the always be prepared line sticks with you." Deal snarked in reply. Deal felt there was something else to this job that Leroy wasn't letting her in on. She was sure he had his reasons for keeping it for her and if it was important to her part in the plot he would tell her. And so it must not be important to her end. "GPS locator is part of the panic button. I suppose it could be modified to be a tracker." Deal said as she still kept a hand on the wall as her legs weren't completely strong yet. She walked though to keep up with him. "I'll have Frank work on it. He's the techie one." Deal said as she walked. She perked up a little as he said there was something else he wanted to discuss. "The Rogue's Gallery." Deal asked a touch of amusement in her voice. "Sounds like something someone would name a guild on world of warcraft." Deal couldn't help but joke. "Sorry ohk... what is this group about?" Deak asked as she tried to keep up with him while she was dragging her feet a little bit and still balancing herself out against the wall. (OOC:>.< sorry so short) |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Dec 6 2008, 05:04 PM Post #15 |
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Nodding as she said that Frankie would have a look at the panic button - he wanted to overview it anyway, just to make sure it was good enough for the job - Nathaniel tried to keep a somewhat slower pace, just in case she wasn't up to walking full speed yet. "You don't need any help, do you?" He asked, not really waiting for her answer before he continued to talk. She could just nod if she did need his support, and it would be given. Having no idea whatsoever what 'World of Warcraft' was, he decided to ignore her comment. "The Rogues gallery is a group of - as you may have guessed - rogues. Shapeshifters, vampires and humans alike are all welcome. There are no ranks in the gallery. Everybody is equal, and everybody works together to ensure safety for the gallery." Although Nathaniel preferred to work alone in most things, being a part of the gallery made for some great protection. Just in case. Besides, it allowed him to meet certain people that otherwise, he might not. "I can tell you more if you're interested.. but it's a group I think you might do well in joining." Indeed, Deal was one of those kinds of shifters that simply did not fit in with a pack, or a pride in her case. The gallery just seemed like a good place for her, if she was interested. |
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| Dhelia | Dec 7 2008, 02:33 AM Post #16 |
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Deal couldn't help flipping him the bird as he asked if she needed help. It was his own damn fault she was moving so slow. Still bracing one hand against the wall of buildings as they moved she just sneered at him. She listened as he tried to describe what this ROgue's gallery was. She was certainly ROgue. Or Nomad as the case may be. She had had no interaction with the Pride within this city since she had arrived a month ago. And from what she had heard had had no desire either. With the latest new putting crazy bitches in the running for president one either going to Hunt them down or the other tagging them all and trying to run the groups themselves. Joining a group that looked out for each other, with no heirachy sounded like a good idea. "Yeah I'm interested." Deal said as they neared the corner where they could turn and head to her wharehouse. "How does one join this lil shindig?" She inquired finally able to release her hold from the wall and stand on her own. She hated feeling as vulnerable as Leroy had just made her feel. She would have to think of something clever to get him back for this little fiasco. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Dec 7 2008, 04:07 PM Post #17 |
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"I thought you might be.." He mused as they drew ever nearer to the warehouse. It might have been a little bit smarter to discuss the joining sequence of the Rogues Gallery somewhere more secure, so he decided to wait until they were inside before continuing. "Although anybody is welcomed into the gallery, one must complete a given task to be fully initiated into membership." His own task had been relatively simple - the gathering of information. "For people like you or me, familiar with all kinds of underground work, the tasks are usually fairly simple. The task may or may not involve doing something illegal, and it may or may not benefit the gallery somehow.. that's yet to be decided. Though honestly, I think you'll pass through whatever it is easily. Joining is worth any difficulty beforehand, especially in these hard times." Personally, he'd voted for the guy wanting to kill all the preternaturals. It'd be just like old times; the only difference would be that the government would be sending even more people to hunt them all. |
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| Dhelia | Dec 7 2008, 05:27 PM Post #18 |
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Deal rolled her eyes and nodded. So unoriginal. Just like every gang or group before it. Prove your worth and earn a spot among us. Not that she disagreed with the practice. Just that it got a little old. "I can definetly see the benefits. If not for protection in numbers alone." Deal commented. Deal stopped as they had neared one of the doors to her warehouse. "Fine I want in." Deal stated. Removing er keys from her pocket (having put them back from the pile of her property Nathaniel had returned to her) "I want to learn more though. LIke whos in it and such. Care to come in for a nightcap?" Deal asked bordering on nice. Keys went into the door. Sliding it open she moved into the doorway holding the large metal door open on it's sliding track. "Come into my lair and share all your zecrets." She purred in one of the worst fake romanian accents. She heard the sound of a gun cocking as she stood in the doorway. She held up her hand as if telling it to wait a second. "No Frank. I'm inviting in. Stand down." Deal said in her normal voice. Though there was no sign of Frank she didn't have to be loud for him to hear her and nor did she have to tell him twice. The softer sound of the hammer of the gun being returned to it's normal position. "Come into my web said the spider to the fly." Deal again invited 'Leroy' "If you don't move your ass they're going to get progressivly worse." Deal warned. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Dec 7 2008, 07:57 PM Post #19 |
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Nathaniel was reluctant to enter her home upon their arrival, though not because he was frightened or worried. The main reason was quite simple - it was late, and if he went inside it'd probably be a while before he came back out. Before he knew it, he'd be pulling yet another all-nighter (it'd be the fourth in two weeks). "I really shouldn't.." Had been his reply at her first invitation, but by the second he was beginning to sway on the matter. Grinning at her warning, he shook his head and decided that it was better then nothing. "Fine, so long as you stop." Walked past Deal, he entered the warehouse. "You'll understand that I couldn't give you the names of everybody in the gallery.. Though there are a couple of people that you may have heard of." He looked examined the inside of the warehouse as he spoke, having only seen the exterior in his previous visits. ooc: D: shortness, sorry! |
![]() "Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Dhelia | Dec 8 2008, 03:24 AM Post #20 |
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Deal slid and locked the door behind them once he had entered. Leading him into the main floor that looked like an overly large game room. She wasn't about to bring him up to his private quarters. Especially not after tonight. Deal lead the way towards one of the corners where there was a safa and chairs situatated around the flat screen on the wall. Behind it was the kitchenette and bar. This floor for those that worked for her. She motioned for him to sit as she moved towards the kitchen. "I wasn't necessarily asking for names. I understand the need for anoymity as much as the next person. MOre like what type of people. Obviously lycan's like ourselves. But like hired killer like you. Pharmacutical genius like me. What else? Theives, corporate raiders? Specialists... How many bases do we have covered. Is it good networking?" Deal droned on as she moved to the liquor cabinet. "What can I get you. Vodka, scotch soda. I've got some of that italian firewater that can set even us on our asses." Deal asked as she pulled out some tumblers for them. |
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