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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2006 12:35:51 GMT
He looks up, back at you. He seems to be trying to smile, but not quite managing it. Probably your effect. He simply gives up on the facial expression front, and speaks again.
"There's a meeting set up in the back for you. Tell one of the staff at the bar to let you in."
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Post by Smoothie on Jul 4, 2006 14:12:25 GMT
"Thank you." Wic says, keeping his smile.
He walks in, scanning faces and noting any other exits as he heads to the bar.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 6, 2006 21:47:45 GMT
You don't see anyone you recognise as you sweep through the club. You note what's either a back entrance or a fire door, but other than that, the front door is the only exit you can see. By the bar is a door, which presumably leads to this backroom meeting.
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Post by Smoothie on Jul 7, 2006 2:05:41 GMT
Wic walks up to the bar and leans on it, waiting patiently for the bartender's attention.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 25, 2006 10:10:32 GMT
The tender nods at you, and points to the door next to the bar. You step up, take an unnecessary breath, and open it. You follow a corridor to the right for a few meters, and step in through another open door.
The room is small, and quite dark, the low lighting focused on the table in the middle, less like a board meeting, than an underground poker game.
Seated at the table are Michael and the woman you rescued yesterday, on the far side of the room from you. Both of them look in a considerably better state than last night.
Closer to the door is Treyvon, relaxing, and engaging in small talk with the others, which ceases when you walk in.
Michael turns to you, and half-smiles.
"Thanks for your help last night, and thank you for coming tonight. Take a seat, and we'll see if we have any of the others."
Moving to the RP board
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 20, 2006 10:15:42 GMT
You and Jessie leave the club last, watching Trey, and then John, leave.
Jessie leads the way, heading left out of the club. She doesn't say anything on the walk to the car. The streets are quite busy for this hour, but you suppose it is a friday night, and you're in the 'rack' district.
About 5 minutes later, you arrive at Jessie's car. A yellow VW beetle. Not subtle, agreed.
Jessie unlocks it silently, and gets into the drivers seat.
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 21, 2006 20:37:18 GMT
Is there anything in this conversation that you want sorted before proceeding? If not, we can keep this conversation going, while pressing on, rather than leaving the others hanging. If there's anything that will effect the immediate future, we can do that first.
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Post by Smoothie on Aug 22, 2006 14:43:31 GMT
[Arg... What the hell? I could swear I posted a response already... 
There is nothing that needs to be established here before the other thread so, for the sake of everyong else, we can press on there while continuing here.] [ edit: I would like him to do a bit of hunting and top off] Wic gets in the passenger side, slamming the door too hard, unprepared for it's lightness. Glad I did not break the window! Then he clears his throat in place of an apology. "Thank you for agreeing to speak with me," he says as he watches her drive.
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 23, 2006 15:19:36 GMT
She smiles, surprisingly confidently, given her usual appearance.
"It's my pleasure, Wic. Now, what can i do for you?"
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Post by Smoothie on Aug 24, 2006 14:15:46 GMT
"I merely wanted to reiterate my desire to meet your master. I am interested in the Ordo Dracul and, please forgive me, but you are the only one I know that is a member. If not your master, perhaps you know of someone more appropriate for me to meet.
Wic turns and watches her reaction, "Unless you find me inappropriate to introduce to one of your Order."
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 25, 2006 10:01:03 GMT
Jessie smiles, seemingly genuinely.
"Not at all, Wic, as is your wish, it is my intention to introduce you to him, but, the last few nights, i have neither seen him, nor heard from him, and he doesn't leave me in a position to contact him. When i see him, i will bring you up, and i'm sure everything will be well."
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Post by Smoothie on Aug 25, 2006 23:19:23 GMT
Disappointed but appeased, Wic nods. He would have sighed, but there was no air in his lungs.
He looks out the window, "How about a little hunt, in preparation for tonight?"
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 27, 2006 11:46:33 GMT
"Sounds like a good idea to me. If you don't mind, i'd prefer to go off on my own. How long do you think you'll need? We'll meet back here?"
((What method are you using?))
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Post by Smoothie on Aug 27, 2006 14:31:20 GMT
[Try to find someone alone, a bum or maybe a public restroom at a gas station or sneak into the back of the car at that station... Sneak up behind someone and wrestle them down. If sneaking doesn't work, he'll just try to pick a fight.]
"As you wish, drop me at the corner here and tell me how much time I have."
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Post by yunfeiyang on Aug 25, 2008 5:05:51 GMT
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