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Post by Jess on Apr 11, 2007 11:51:37 GMT -5
Symphonia did go to speak again, but stopped. She had obviously frightened the man and not wanting to give him a heart-attack - Human men were prone to such things - she stopped her introduction and stepped back.
She did mimic Chung the moment he bowed, bowing a bit lower herself, to the point of her forehead touching the ground. When she stood up she had this large cheesy smile on her face.
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Post by zyphan on Apr 11, 2007 17:45:01 GMT -5
Outro returned the bows of both, and waved away Symphonia's odd behavior. Though it did startle him, he knew of people even worse than she. He turns to Phobia, confusion on his face.
"Now that I know most of your friends, please do tell me why you are here."
Phobia reaches past him to press a green button on the wall, which puts the steel door into motion. It rolls up to reveal brand new cars for sport, racing, and muscle.
"We want some of those." Spying a flourescent blue Lamborghini, she walks over, trailing a finger down its side. "Preferably these ones. Could you spare two?"
Outro follows the young Pheonix into the room, large road-side windows letting in the rest of the failing light. He scratches his head, then nods to himself.
"Well, I guess I could spare them." He stares at her hard for a moment, then reaches behind a desk counter and pulls out two sets of keys, tossing them to Phobia. "If either of those beauties gets even a single scratch, I'll have your hide. They aren't mine...well, according to...oops I've said too much."
His eyes flicker between the four people, then return to Phobia. "Those keys go to any of these Lamborghinis, so take your pick."
Phobia smiles, grateful for Outro's generosity. She walks over and hugs him, nearly crushing his frail body. He wheezes as she lets go, massaging his ribs. "Thank you, Outro. You have no idea how much this means to us." She looks to her friends. "Well, come on!! We better hurry up and pick two. I want this flourescent blue one, if noone objects..." Phobia returns to the blue Lamborghini, climbing in and turning it on, revving the engine.
Outro opens the garage door, which leads to the road. "Only two people in each one, so you'll have to take two of my Lamborghinis. Please, be careful, Phobia."
She winks, and tosses her head like, "Of course I'll careful!!" as she waits for the others.
((Whoever wants to ride with my character, it doesn't matter. These are only two-seaters. And choose any color you want for the other Lamborghini, I don't care.))
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Post by Jess on Apr 11, 2007 19:12:05 GMT -5
Symph immediately ran off to a black junked Oldsmobile Cutless and laid on the hood. "I like this one!" She says. The thing was, of course, a heap. "It looks like its old but I bet it has a heart of gold jus' like Grandpa!" She says, glancing at Outro and smiling.
She honestly thought he was offering them the junkers too, but she was obviously wron- since the car clearly had no ties, whels or even an engine- or seats...or lights...it was really just a frame with some minor bodywork done.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 11, 2007 21:01:04 GMT -5
Bordello heard the garage door opening. He hoped Outro knew what he was getting into. Gogol had nothing against Outro, in fact he rather liked him. But the Irish weren't to be trifled with in Music City. He sprinted around the building, through a small alleyway with surprising speed, and walked out in front of the opening garage door. Outro's eyes widened a bit upon seeing him, but Gogol knew that he wasn't truly surprised to see him there. He let the cigarette butt fall out of his mouth, and stamped it out on the sidewalk. "Hiya, Outro," he said with a smirk. "I see the car business is treating you well. What kinda price did these two fetch?"
"They're pro bono," Outro replied. "are they, now? Well I trust you have Dolly Dagger's money." "You know I don't."
Gogol frowned. "That's not good," he said. He was losing interest, however. He wanted to know what was going on with these newcomers to the city. He turned back to outro, and took his sunglasses off, revealing the hideous scar running down the left side of his face. "And how are your new acquaintences? How would they like to make a deal?" He said loud enough for them to hear.
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Post by Caelen on Apr 12, 2007 2:01:22 GMT -5
Fan had stayed in the back of the group while this strange little old man was nearby. She peaked out from behind Chung and looked over the cars quickly. "I don't know how to drive..." she said sheepishly. "Mr. Chung? Can you drive?"
Fan didn't wait for a response. She tugged on Chung's clothes as she headed for the cars, but let go when Chung didn't rush to follow. Spotting a car near the back, she squealed in excitement. "Oh let's get that one! The bright one in the back!" She was pointing to a bright purple car, the same color as her eyes, that was right next to the car Symph had jumped onto.
Fan skidded to a halt half way to the car, seeing the strange man suddenly appear. After the strange man and the strange little old man, who had their own strangenesses, exchanged some words, she looked back to Chung, then to Phobia, almost as if silently asking them what to do. Her eyes had a spark of light in them, and her hair seemed to flow as if in a breeze, though the air was completely still.
((OOC: Jess... when did Symph become Phobia? hehe))
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Post by piñata on Apr 12, 2007 9:42:50 GMT -5
Wang Chung nodded. "Yes, I can drive," he said. He didn't bother to mention that he wasn't very good at it -- he had only recently returned to this world, after a prolonged period of time in one that didn't have cars.
He looked at the scar on the interloper's face. "Let me guess -- I should see the other guy," he remarked. He reached inside his robes again, but this time he clutched a pouch of gold coins -- he wasn't above buying someone off in order to avoid violence that would undoubtedly attract unwanted attention to him.
"You mentioned a deal," he said to Outro's uninvited guest as he pulled out the pouch and turned it over, letting a shiny piece of gold drop into his hand before snapping it closed again. "How much does Outro owe you?" He wasn't absolutely certain he could cover the amount -- he had already dipped into this emergency stash once, and there couldn't have been more than a few thousand dollars' worth of gold left. In fact, he hoped that this man was more honorable than the last man he had bribed -- that one had jumped Chung from behind as soon as the transaction was completed, and was now lying in an alley with his neck bent at an angle it was never meant to take.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 12, 2007 12:35:14 GMT -5
Gogol chuckled at the Asian's sense of integrity. "You already have," he said. He put the sunglasses back on and smiled. He walked across the floor until he was standing about a foot across from the Asian. "The name's Gogol Bordello. Don't worry about the money, I can skim it from the Italians later, right, Outro?" Outro didn't say anything.
"The deal is simple: let me travel with you. From the looks of things, you guys could use someone who knows his way around Music City. Plus, in return, I can offer you haven at Fort Minor. It's a win-win for you." Gogol stuck out his hand. "Whaddya say?"
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Post by Jess on Apr 12, 2007 14:29:55 GMT -5
(Sorry twas tired.) Seeing Fan make her own descision, Symphonia ran off to the blue car that Phobia was in and hpped in the passenger seat, "Always buckle up!" She says, not paying much attention to the other goings on around her. By the time she got buckled she was a tangled mess, but that didn't spoil her mood at all and she just went with it.
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Post by Caelen on Apr 12, 2007 14:33:33 GMT -5
Fan walked over to Chung and Gogol. Standing next to Chung, she glared up at Gogol's face. "I'll go along with it if you want to Chung...but Gogol... NO SMOKING!" With that she spun on her heels to face the purple car and trotted over to it, not caring if Gogol said anything in response.
When she got to the car she spun around again and faced Chung and Gogol, tapping her foot impatiently.
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Post by zyphan on Apr 12, 2007 22:25:32 GMT -5
Phobia rolled her eyes at Chung and Gogol, impatient to get moving. She raised an eye at Symph, but ignored her otherwise.
"Come on, you guys!! We're gonna lose them at this rate!!" She revved the car a few times, emphasizing her words, then turned to a startled Outro. "Thanks so much. You don't have to worry about your cars, we'll return them in pristine condition." She glanced at the others. "If we get going that is."
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 13, 2007 14:22:15 GMT -5
these kids and their imports thought Gogol as he sought out his ride of choice. He knew it was here, because he paid Outro good money to keep it here. A black 1967 Chevelle SS, without the customary racing stripe. The back seat had been taken out to make room for the nitrous tanks, and the windows had been tinted almost a pure black.
"right," he said, nodding to Wang Chung. "so are you riding with me, or am i to follow you?"
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Post by piñata on Apr 13, 2007 18:48:21 GMT -5
Wang Chung looked at Fan. "I'm kind of her designated driver," he said. "So I guess you're following us... or, unless Phobia wants to drive in front, leading us -- since you know the city so well." He leaned in closer and whispered, "If you want to smoke, that's fine -- just don't do it in front of Fan, since she's apparently sensitive about it." Chung had learned to be considerate of other people's olfactory quirks -- he had smoked some pretty unusual things in his time, and burned incense almost every day. If he had a gold coin for every time he had been asked to stop smoking his pipe or put out his current stick of incense, he would have a much heavier pouch than he did now.
He walked over to the purple car and examined it, then nodded to Fan when he was satisfied that the vehicle had what it took, and hopped in the driver's seat. Pulling up next to Phobia's car, he asked, "Who should take the lead? Do you think you can handle it, or do you think Gogol might know the city better than you?"
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Post by zyphan on Apr 14, 2007 14:50:22 GMT -5
Phobia looks at Gogol, unsure he's trustworthy or not. He probably does know the city better than I do...
She turns back to Chung. "It would be best if Gogol drove; it's been a few years since I've driven around here, and I might get us all lost." She watches Gogol get in his Chevelle, "Hey, you're leading us. Do you know King Diamond? He's got this woman in a sexy bunny suit that comes with him everywhere. They were looking for a warehouse. Something about a safe on the third floor or someting..."
((I'm assuming we're following this King Diamond. Am I correct?))
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 15, 2007 8:57:15 GMT -5
Gogol ran a finger over the scar that ran down his cheek. "Yes, I know him," he said. "The warehouse is undoubtedly in the docks district. Try and keep up," he said. And with that, he started the Chevelle, shifted into gear, and roared out of Outro's garage, down the twisting streets of Music City. just like home he thought as he lit another cigarette. The docks weren't far away, and Gogol knew beyond certainty that that was where King Diamond was headed. He dialed Dolly Dagger's number again. She would no doubt be interested in what he had to say...
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Post by zyphan on Apr 15, 2007 21:48:36 GMT -5
Phobia tried to keep up with the black Chevelle, but it proved difficult on the busy and unfamiliar roads. They were pushing fifty in a 40mph zone, making Phobia nervous. What would her parents say if she were caught speeding?
Just as she rounded a corner, flashing lights could be seen in the distance. Oh, great she thought, and gassed it a little more, catching up to Gogol.
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