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Post by Storyteller on Apr 17, 2007 3:03:52 GMT
Luke stays in the club for a while; part of him enjoys the company of others around him (that are not using him) and part of him must supress the urge to flee their presence.
Eventually, after he tires of the duel feelings, he heads back to his haven.
He finds himself sitting in his chair; the monitors are on but he's only looking at the scribbled phone number the boss had given him, thinking about how to approach the situation.
How do I lure a stranger into a trap?
or
How do I get this stranger to help me out of my trap?
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Post by Sapphicat on Apr 21, 2007 6:11:32 GMT
Luke rubbed his eyes, mulling the situation over as he stared at the number. Trying to get the stranger to help him would likely end with him indebted to yet another Kindred... And if he lured him into a trap, what then? Even with the inherited creepiness he wasn't sure he could strong arm anybody for very long.
That left the question of how he could get help from him.
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 22, 2007 6:24:38 GMT
Yes, that is the delema. So, what does he do?
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Post by Sapphicat on May 2, 2007 5:45:04 GMT
He almost started to dial the number, but paused after three numbers. He was second guessing himself, but with so little to work with he could think of nothing better than trying to direct approach- explain his situation, see if he could work out a meeting, and then see if he could find anything to use against him. He could always follow him later...
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Post by Smoothie on May 3, 2007 14:19:52 GMT
After a few moments of thinking about what to do, the phone clicks and a recorded message tells you that the call did not go through and you should try again.
((I didn't mean to make it seem like you only have 2 choices. You have any choice you can think of.))
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Post by Sapphicat on May 4, 2007 9:20:56 GMT
((I'm kinda at a loss on how to go about things, it's been so long I'm having trouble remembering the original plan))
Luke hung up the phone and stared at the number again.
"Screw it," he said. "You've got all the time in the world to pay people back."
So he dialed the number again, opting for the direct approach. There was the brief twinge of fear over the possibility of taps, but how could there be when he'd set everything up down here himself? He rubbed his temples, trying to focus on what he was going to say instead.
Just the truth- he needed help, and he knew a little bit about the stranger... Right, so he only really knew he wasn't who he said he was (who was?), but he could always pretend he knew more. Be cryptic, exactly. Anything to get him out where he can least get a better picture- and a fresher trail to follow.
If he breathed at all he'd be hyperventilating. He listened to the phone ring.
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Post by Smoothie on May 5, 2007 0:43:54 GMT
Wic looked at the unfamiliar number displayed as his phone rang and though it made him a little uneasy, his curiosity won out.
"Who is this?" he answered. He was hoping it was someone he knew just on a strange or new phone.
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Post by Sapphicat on May 19, 2007 5:07:24 GMT
"My name is Luke," he said, measuring his words carefully. "I don't think you know me, but I've been trying to find you for a while now." He cut himself off at that. Wouldn't do to ramble, not now.
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Post by Smoothie on May 19, 2007 12:34:39 GMT
His voice sounds like someone walking on gravel, "Who are you and what the fuck do you want?" He continues quickly in what sounds like Polish or Russian, "Cine eºti tu ºi eu cine trimis tu?"
((edit: oops, those funny circles are supposed to be 'c's' with the little squggley thing under them.))
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Post by Storyteller on May 19, 2007 12:44:50 GMT
His voice sounds like someone walking on gravel, "Who are you and what the fuck do you want?" He continues quickly in what sounds like Polish or Russian, "Cine eºti tu ºi eu cine trimis tu?"
((edit: oops, those funny circles are supposed to be 'c's' with the little squggley thing under them.))
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