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Post by Caelen on Apr 9, 2007 17:32:43 GMT -5
Fan stared at the door curiously. "I wonder what kind of person would paint a door red..." she said. She looked up at Phobia. "Are you sure this place is safe? I don't really like the looks of it. Makes me think of all the ghost stories I've heard..."
Fan glanced around nervously. Her eyes started to glow a little again. "I feel like something's going to pop out from behind a corner or something any second..." she said. Then, catching sight of a police vehicle, she jumped a bit and a nearby empty box in the alley flipped over as her eyes flashed brightly for a split second. "Sorry about that... I just saw a cop car is all..."
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Post by piñata on Apr 9, 2007 17:47:28 GMT -5
Wang Chung looked in the direction Fan had seen the cop car, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. If they were being followed... he shook off the thought. It was better not to be distracted by such things now... he would need his wits about him when this Outro fellow finally presented himself.
He looked at Fan, recalling that she had just mentioned ghost stories. "What sort of ghost stories?" he asked her. She might have useful information... more often than not, in the circles he traveled in, such tales of terror were true.
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Post by Jess on Apr 9, 2007 17:56:03 GMT -5
Symph was pleasantly investigating things as the others were worrying about stupid stuff- like the door for instance. At that particular moment in time she was holding up an old bra and scrutinizing it. "Odd armor..." She says with a sniff, recalling right away.
She drops it and fishes around another box some more. Curiosity clutching at her better judgement for a while.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 9, 2007 18:30:31 GMT -5
Gogol Bordello let his hand loosen slightly on the grip of one of his pistols as the conspicuous trio trounced into the alleyway. They were looking around nervously. Bordello had no reason to fear them. No reason beknownst to him, at any rate.
They were waiting outside Outro's place. This could present a problem. Bordello had business with Outro, and he needed the utmost secrecy concerning it. He took a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket, and then produced a lighter and lit it. They would undoubtedly see it; he was counting on that. He wanted them to know that he was there, but he didn't want to approach them.
His facial features were accented for a moment by the flame from his lighter. His firm jaw line was dotted with stubble. He watched as the trio stood around. A cop car drove by, sirens blaring. No doubt about the hit that just went down at the diner. News travels fast in Music City...
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Post by Jess on Apr 9, 2007 18:57:43 GMT -5
Semlling the smoke, Symphonia stood from from her position rooting through all the garbage and boxes. She looked up and moved a lock of hair from her eyes. Seeing another person in the alley- smoking an evil evil cigarette and poisoning her air no less! -she candidly waved at him. "Hi-ya!" She says with a smile, jumping a little bit to make her wave more obvious. She also hoped it would attract the attention of her other companions. (We're a group of four dude But you rpobably didn't see me.)
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 9, 2007 19:04:28 GMT -5
Gogol cocked an eyebrow at the previously unseen fourth member of the group. (sorry Symph ) He let his hand fall to his side from the grip of his Glock. He knew he could retrieve it easily enough if need be. Hopefully the rest of the group would be as forthcoming and naive. "Couldn't help but notice your companions' skittish tendancies. Didn't want to frighten them. Especially 'flashlight' here," he said, nodding towards the one whose eyes had flared up a second ago. He took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled twin jets of smoke from his nostrils. "Whatcha get yourselves into that you need Outro's help?" he asked.
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Post by zyphan on Apr 10, 2007 0:07:55 GMT -5
Phobia jumps when she hears the odd man talking,and Symphonia's greeting; she's so focused on listening for her friend that she tuned them out completely. She turns to him, trying to listen over all the noise coming from behind the door. She smiles, but is wary too. Who knows who he is, or why he knows Outro.
"We're in need of some cars, and I know him quite well enough to know that one or even two would be no big deal to ask of him." She narrows her eyes suspiciously, moving her hand inside her coat to grasp the hilt of her short sword. "Why do you want to know?"
Finally, the noise stops and clicks can be heard just on the other side of the red door. Phobia takes a step nearer to the door to greet Outro, but she doesn't take her eyes off the stranger; nor her hand off her sword.
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Post by Caelen on Apr 10, 2007 4:29:03 GMT -5
Fan crinkled her nose and scrunched her eyebrows, trying to look mad, but looking almost as cute as the puppy. Remembering how silly she looked when she tried to look angry, she quickly softened her face into a slightly smug grin. Her eyes began to glow brightly, no longer just a flash. The strange man's cigarette suddenly flew out of his hand and up into the air, well out of reach. "Those things are bad for you mister!" Fan said with a giggle. The cigarette compressed in on itself, going out completely, then fell to the ground. "Is there something wrong with my eyes mister? I bet you're just jealous cause my eyes are prettier than yours!" Fan had her eyes locked on the strange man's gun, as if waiting for any attempt to grab it. The purple light from her eyes seemed to be focused to a small line on the gun's handle, barely illuminating anything else and clearly showing the gun's presence to everyone. Hearing the clicks, Fan moved to put Chung between herself and the door, all the while not taking her eyes off the strange man's gun.
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Post by piñata on Apr 10, 2007 7:47:52 GMT -5
Wang Chung watched the newcomer carefully... he might consider Fan's removal of his cigarette an attack, and act accordingly. He didn't draw his sword -- Outro was coming to greet them now, and he didn't want his first introduction to the mysterious car salesman to happen with a weapon in his hand -- but he pulled a small shuriken from inside his robes and concealed it in his left hand, ignoring the pinching from the throwing star's sharp edges. He made up his mind that if the newcomer went for his gun, Chung would throw the star at his throat rather than his gun hand -- there was no point being chivalrous in this rathole.
However, he did see a possible way to defuse the situation. "Careful," he said to Fan, but loudly enough for the stranger to hear. "We don't want to make him angry."
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Post by Jess on Apr 10, 2007 12:27:27 GMT -5
Symphonia danced around a bit, bored. Bored bored bored. Simply bored! She, of course, let her childish side run amok when she was super bored- as she was now, and began doing...well childish things such as dancing around or rooting through the garbage for no reason other then to simply root through it.
She, upon hearing the clicks from the door she suddenly stopped, balancing on one leg- which is bad considering she's more top-heavy from her chest and that air in her head. Gravity took over and she fell to the ground with an 'umph', quickly hopping up with an 'I'm ok!' look.
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Post by Caelen on Apr 10, 2007 18:00:22 GMT -5
Fan made her crinkled angry face again, but this time at Chung. "But he called me flashlight!" she said, pouting. "And cigarettes are bad for you anyway." Fan noticed Symph start to fall and her eyes flashed again. Symph's descent slowed a bit, allowing her to bounce back up unharmed. "Careful! Don't want to find some glass back here the hard way," she said to Symph. The cigarette crumpled on the ground lifted up into the air again and floated towards the strange man. Then, passing over his head, it floated over to a trash can and fell in. Fan's eyes returned to their usual light-less, though still vibrantly colored, purple. "I'm tired of him...where's Outro?" She peaked at the door from around Chung.
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Post by zyphan on Apr 10, 2007 18:16:28 GMT -5
Phobia gives Symphonia a look like, "Hope she's not this way all the time" but turns to the door as it opens, blinding the group with a yellow light. When the light dims, a small man stands in the door frame, leaning on a staff.
He is only about five feet tall, and slightly hunched. He has long white hair in a braid with a matching goatee. The man has on dirty blue jeans and a grey shirt, both covered in stains of various liquids; grease, oil, and others.
He squints up at the new faces, but his face crinkles into a smile when Phobia's pale form swims into view. He grasps her hand in his old knotted ones, and speaks with a gravelly voice.
"Hello again, my dear girl. It has been a long time." He motions to Phobia's friends, not seeing the stranger standing farther down the alley. "Who are your friends? Well no matter, come in, come in! I won't make you stand out there all day."
He motions for everyone to follow him into a room full of car parts both rusty and new. An old junker can be seen behind the racks, obviously under repair. A large steel door seperates this room from the shop/garage. Outro stops before it and again asks Phobia's friends to introduce themselves, then quietly waits for their replies.
In the background, the red door can be heard scraping shut and the bolts and locks clicking back into place. There is momentary darkness as the outside light is cut off, but is soon replaced by the earlier yellow light, seeming to eminate from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 10, 2007 21:11:55 GMT -5
Gogol cracked his neck and his knuckles. So much for the old "First Come, First Served," rule. He nonchalantly drew another cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He understood the moves for the various weapons. He'd have done the same thing if he weren't outnumbered four to one, but wasting a perfectly good cigarette was just plain unnecessary. Why worry about things that can kill you in years, when there are so many things in Music City that can kill you in a heartbeat?
He took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed the number of his preferred Irish stomping grounds, Fort Minor. After two rings, someone picked up.
"Hello?" "Yeah, it's Bordello. Tell Dolly Dagger that Outro's busy right now." "So, do I have to pick up the drapes myself?" Dolly Dagger sounded so different on the phone. "Oh, hey, Dolly. No, I'll take care of it. Something interesting's come up. Don't worry about it." He said. "Interesting?" "yeah." "Well, don't screw us over on this, Gogol. Outro's in deep to us, okay?" "yeah, yeah. I'll take care of it."
He hung up the phone, and took a long drag on his cigarette. This would be most interesting indeed.
And so, Gogol Bordello waited...
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Post by Jess on Apr 10, 2007 21:21:19 GMT -5
"But...wait! What about..." The door closed. "Him...Eh...oh well..." Symph said, outloud yet to nobody since people were obviously ignoring her. She walked all the way over to Outro, leaned in so her face was practically against his and said, "Hi!", in a semi-loud voice.
"MynameisSymphoniabutmyfriendscallmeSymphyoucancallmethattooifyou'dlikesinceyourtechnicallyafriendofafriendgeeyouremindmeofgrandpadoyouknowgrandpa?Hesmellsfunnybutyoudont!Yousmellfine-" A breath. Hey, he asked for an introduction right? Noone else did and she never got a chance to tell her lifestory before.
(I love playing characters who are borderline insane)
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Post by piñata on Apr 11, 2007 7:45:19 GMT -5
Wang Chung tried to keep from laughing as Outro's eyes widened. "Don't worry," he told the old man. "She's unusual, but she's a good person." He bowed slightly as he introduced himself, falling back on old Asian habits yet again. He wondered what sort of business the man outside had had here, and how angry he would be at being left out in the street. In any other city, it would have been left out in the cold, but it didn't seem to get very cold here... it was about 65 degrees now, and not quite spring yet. Of course, it was still no Margaritaville.
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