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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 8 2012, 02:15 PM (2,034 Views) | |
| Post #1 Oct 8 2012, 02:15 PM | Wackman |
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Was Ben nervous he was going to meet the chairman of the triads, and meet the man that his own boss, Pig Ears, vouched his loyalty to? Nah, Ben was hungry, and he was promised a free meal. Ben wasn`t really into the whole loyalty thing; sure, he worked for the triad but that was mainly thanks to Pig Ear: the obnoxious old man that worked Ben to the bone, but always paid his dues. If anything, Ben`s loyalty was with Pig Ears over the whole concept of the triad, if only for the reason that Pig Ear is the one he interacted with the most, and it was Pig Ear that saved him from starvation and homelessness. This Jin, he only heard of. He even met Alice Knight who was a strong supporter of Jin. Ben didn`t know what to expect… or what to eat. He was told this could mean more dangerous jobs, and more pay. Ben was fearless, and money was awesome. It was a bright morning, closer to noon. The soon was well lit, and Chinatown was as busy as ever. Ben avoided the large crowd, and just flew there directly, while lying on his back and reading a comic. His flight abilities were perfect. He could take any position in the air as if weightless, and his speed was constant. He lowered himself in an alleyway shared between the restaurant and another building. He casually walked up to the restaurant and walked in. Ben was told to wear the fanciest thing he owned, which was a tuxedo with a butterfly know. He looked like a manservant, but he does what he is told, even if he prefers to do it in hyperbole. The restaurant was filled with people. Ben just looked around. He wasn`t actually given any instructions others then to show up. So he shrugged, and went back to reading his comic, not realizing his feet were a few inches from the ground. |
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| Post #2 Oct 8 2012, 02:47 PM | Craze |
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Steve was told to wear the best set of clothes he had for this meeting. Walking into the restaurant with his usual button-up shirt (rolled to the elbow to show his guns, of course) and jeans, he surveyed the area: no sign of Jin. Shit, he hoped he wasn't the first one here. He always made it rule to show up 10 minutes late for everything and he showed up on time this time. Damnit! He wasn't exactly sure how to handle the wait. Can he go to the bar and get a drink? Did he have to wait? He approached the hostess' stand. "Excuse me, I have a reservation," he stated. "With a Mr. Jin..." Just then he realized that he didn't know Jin's last name. Did Jin have a last name? Of course, he did! Everyone does! But what if there were more than one Jin on the books? What if Jin is the most common name in NIWA? Steve needed to think of something fast. "Mr. Jin... Triad. Jin Triad," he said, smiling. Smooth. |
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| Post #3 Oct 8 2012, 04:52 PM | Tyrade |
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It was beyond nerve wracking, way beyond it. After all this time of working for Uncle So she was getting assigned to work for the chairman himself. Was she good enough for that? Her thoughts nearly made her miss a jump as she ran across rooftops in order to get to this meeting. She was close to being a parkour master, and her body was in great shape. Despite the speed she was running, her breathing remained normal. Miranda spotted the meeting place, starting to move to shorter rooftops in order to make her way down. She caught a window sill, backflipping off of it to plant her feet on the wall of the building she had just been on. She could not walk on walls, however, and would not be here for more than a split second. Her legs shoved off the building as quickly as they had landed and compressed against it. Her hands gripped a light post, swinging once on the horizontal bar before leaping on and landing in the grass. She caught her breath quickly before walking toward the two men nearby. "I'm not late am I?" |
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If every serial killer is someone we least expect, are we safest around those we expect will kill us? In use characters Peter (NCPD) Axel (VG) Emily-(Y) Caitlyn-(NCPD) Miranda(Triads) Michelle (N/U) Dead/ Shelved characters Tinya-adopted (N/U) Amber-deceased (S) John- had a happy ending (HT) Trinity-deceased (T)
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| Post #4 Oct 8 2012, 06:16 PM | Wackman |
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Ben`s attention was turned away from the comic as he overhead someone asking for Jin. He looked up and saw a guy asking for Jin at the hostess area. He approached, putting the comic book away in his tuxedo coat. He didn’t walk there, why do that? His feet were already a few inches from the ground, making him look a wee bit taller than he usually was. He hovered right up to the hostess bar, standing as straight as he could. The hostess was about to answer Steve Butts, but stopped herself to bow at Ben, whom clearly had been mistaken for an authority figure. A snappy dresser he was; if only they knew this was part of his magician ensemble. Ben caught on, and the opportunistic bastard spoke up. “Ah yes, Don`t worry dear. I`ll handle this” He said without hesitation, as the hostess walked off, and Ben opened the book. “Of course sir. Right away, and what is your name?” He asked him, looking down at him. Ben was only 5’5, and this “gentle”man was three inches above him in height, thankfully for his power of flight to place himself four inches higher to the ground. His attention was brought up when a lower class woman walked up to them. “I presume, like this gentleman you are here to meet with “Jin Triad”?” he said glancing at Mr. Butts before focusing on the woman. “Your name please” He said readying his pen. |
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| Post #5 Oct 9 2012, 07:03 PM | Craze |
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All of a sudden, right as a peculiar lady burst onto the scene, a well-dressed gentleman diverted the hostess' attention and took care of Steve's reservation, confirming that Steve was... right? Jin's last name really was "Triad"? Steve grinned, pleased with himself. How ironic! Well, it does make sense: with a name like that, Jin is in the right line of work. Wow... and Steve was totally ready for an awkward conversation. And the best part: Steve wasn't the first one there! He wanted to jump for joy, if jumping for joy wasn't for pussies. "The name is Steve Butts," he proudly boasted. Oh yeah, badass mofo right here. He didn't recognize the girl at all, at least not from the karaoke night. She seemed to appear out of nowhere; Steve didn't recall seeing her on his walk over. Hopefully she likes muscles because Steve has a bit of them. He turned to her, arms crossed, after the waiter-man asked for her name. If she looked down at his biceps, she would've seen him flex a lot, hoping she would notice. FLEX |
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| Post #6 Oct 9 2012, 07:57 PM | Tyrade |
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She raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him like he was a moron. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Meetings are never documented on paper and if they are I'm the one who delivers them. If you think I'm putting my name on a piece of paper for someone who doesn't even know the man's whole name you are mistaken." Miranda was mildly irritated that she was being toyed with, or that someone was trying to bust her and was doing a piss poor job of it. She looked to the other man. Steve Butts? Were they fucking with her? She looked between the two, thinking that the chairman had better show up soon before she hurt this guy. |
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If every serial killer is someone we least expect, are we safest around those we expect will kill us? In use characters Peter (NCPD) Axel (VG) Emily-(Y) Caitlyn-(NCPD) Miranda(Triads) Michelle (N/U) Dead/ Shelved characters Tinya-adopted (N/U) Amber-deceased (S) John- had a happy ending (HT) Trinity-deceased (T)
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| Post #7 Oct 9 2012, 08:03 PM | Craze |
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Oh no. She didn't. She fucking didn't. Steve's face reddened with rage. Nobody. Fucks. With customer service jobs. They might be a lower-class of people than he, but he knows what it's like. Minions always get shit. "Don't give him any lip," he retorted. "You know how much this man makes? Jack shit. But jack shit so you can sit down and not have to cook a meal. They bring you your food. They practically slave for you, just so they can be paid $2.78/hour. Or at least that's how America does it. So don't fucking waltz over here or teleport or whatever and tell him how to do his job!" |
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| Post #8 Oct 9 2012, 08:41 PM | Wackman |
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Ben couldn`t help but raise an eyebrow. The woman looked way smarter then she looked. The man looked as smart as he looked. The man was already tricked, and before he could even reply Mr. Butts had taken to his defense. “Mr. Butts, please” Ben said calmly. “There is no need to make a fuss. There was just a misinterpretation, and for that I apologize” Ben could be holding the murder weapon, and kill in front of witnesses and he`d still deny the act. He wasn`t caught. He just needed to play it cool; a minor setback, this was. There was no doubt in his mind that the girl was here for the same reason, to see the same man and he knew she was in delivery, much like Ben was also roped into doing. They were dull jobs; go here, take that go here; drop it, done, but easy money. “Nothing will be documented. Nothing is written, even if I hold a pen, and would I be so unwise as to write what was told? You catch on, quick, however. Sound mind, sound body.” he said with a praising a tone as if this was a test all along. Ben went ahead and whispered something in a hostess’ ear. She looked at the two, and back at Ben who just nodded insistently. She bowed, he bowed back and she went in deeper in the restaurant. Two things could happen; she was either; going to go instruct Jin that his three guests have arrived, and are waiting to be led to his table, or she was going to get the guards. Either way was fine with Ben. He had a clear Bee line to the exit. |
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| Post #9 Oct 9 2012, 11:26 PM | Lemons |
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Ice, Ice, baby~ A simple blue denim jacket paired with gray jeans and a white shirt. That's attire you would expect from anybody who held any real position of power or anything like that, right? In fact, they'd probably have shaggy, disheveled hair. Their skin would be tan as the farmers living at the countryside. A regular ol' country bumpkin, a real good ol' fashioned simpleton. That's a great description for one Mister Shimizu Tsuneo. A farmer's son and a hardy young man with nothing but hope in his eyes. A bit of an asshole, but that's something everybody should be used to by now. Naturally, with his stupidly fast metabolism from his active lifestyle, Tsuneo was at a restaurant today. While he wasn't busy gorging himself with food, he was doing things here that were some serious business. Maybe he was perfect for the job because he dressed simply and nobody really expected anything of him, but he was here today and he wasn't simply a random nobody either. His eyes caught sight of a group of people in the hotel. Certainly looked like a little ruckus was going on. At least it wasn't violent or someone would have to Falcon Punch a baby in the face. Tsuneo was the type to do that, for realsies, he didn't take no shitz especially when it came to doing what he was supposed to do. "Yo!" He called out, walk-stomping over to them, worn sneakers thudding the floor as he made a bit more noise to get their attention. He looked at the three clearlynotfriends sitting at the table and they clearly weren't your typical types that go here for a nice, peaceful sit-down meal. He slapped their table with a firm hand and winked a hostess from far away like he was some superhero stopping supervillains from disturbing the peace. She just responded with a swift roll of her eyes. "It's pretty nice havin' a brawl and stuff but uh..." He said sarcastically, grinning and pointing a thumb behind him and up the stairs. "You're totally sitting at the wrong table. If I had a paper to write your names down, I would but I'm afraid someone'll bite my head off." He chuckled, standing up straight and turning on his heel, lazily putting his hands in his pocket. "Follow me if you want to go see Mister Triad." Should the trio decide not to follow him, they'd just be sitting there lookin' like fools with their pants on the ground. However, if they decided to follow him, they would find themselves being led through an increasingly-grander section of the restaurant. More decorations, fancier tables, and more people dressed up much nicer than the people closer to the front. Amidst all the suits and the golden fancy things they would find a man sitting at grand looking table, two bodyguards standing closeby. "Yo Mista Triad, these are the guys you need eh? Have fun with 'em!" |
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~::~ Hotel Tachibana ~ Yuko Minagoroshi - "Ice" (Now she's finally dead!) Triad ~ Shimizu Tsuneo - "Chill" Yakuza ~ Shimizu Fuyu - "Snow" Neutral ~ Jo Nuelos - "Glacia" Cerberus ~ Ines-Marie Glorieux - "Winter Rose" ~::~
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| Post #10 Oct 10 2012, 01:45 AM | Tyrade |
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Great, they were both idiots. Were these the people she would be working with? A floating jackass and a moron who thinks he is smooth and jumps to conclusions that shouldn't exist. Miranda's eyes shifted between the two, the only thing keeping her from smacking the shit out of both of them and leaving was because this was where Uncle So had instructed. She would wait here until further instructions and hope her patience held. Salvation came in the form of a man stomping at them, instructing them to follow him after throwing a few jokes their was. She shrugged, it couldn't get much more annoying than this, could it? She turned and followed the man, looking around at the luxury she never thought she would even walk through two years ago when she was scraping by with the skulk. They finally approached a man with two guards who looked important, making her wonder if this was the chairman or another contact on the chain of command. Regardless, she stood respectfully near her host until given further instruction. |
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If every serial killer is someone we least expect, are we safest around those we expect will kill us? In use characters Peter (NCPD) Axel (VG) Emily-(Y) Caitlyn-(NCPD) Miranda(Triads) Michelle (N/U) Dead/ Shelved characters Tinya-adopted (N/U) Amber-deceased (S) John- had a happy ending (HT) Trinity-deceased (T)
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