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The following is a log that happened the night before. It just goes to show that standards of RP and people have gone drastically downhill on AOL. Guess this idiot didn't like being challenged by a woman, considering it appeared moments before that he wanted to get in her panties. Guess he doesn't like strong women... Oops! Enjoy!! The names of the guilty have not been changed to protect them.
Calum Tucci: (Hello)
Nadia Petrescu: { Hello! }
Calum Tucci: :: The Hide Away Club was off the beaten path. Not your most
frequented establishment.
Calum Tucci: Inside, it was almost empty. Only the bartender and a man
sitting at the booth far
Calum Tucci: end of the bar, quietly sitting with his sketch pad and
anguished look ::
Nadia Petrescu: ::Nadia was always one to check out new places, especially
in the City of Angels, and this place would be no different. A hand pressed
against the door and she made her way inside. Oxblood Doc Martens adorned her
feet, they barely
Nadia Petrescu: made a sound with her passage as she made her way deeper
into the Club. Black and white plaid skirt hugged the curves of her hips, the
hem twirled effortlessly about the alabaster flesh of her thighs. A black
wifebeater feverishly
Nadia Petrescu: clung to the contours of her torso, leaving very little to
the imagination. To finish off her attire, a light weight denim jacket was
worn. Not because she was cold, but for other reasons. She looked around,
pausing a moment as she
Nadia Petrescu: debated where to settle::
Calum Tucci: MICKY ::Sitting behind the bar, eyes buried in his newspaper.
The typical pose for Micky. He had noted the arrival of the woman. Who
wouldn't. The scent of a woman was unmistakable. Though he did not look up,
not just yet :::
Calum Tucci: :: Meanwhile, Calum did Look. His eyes did catch note of her.
Brow raised, smile formed and he took a breath and began drawing. Hand moving
with a fever on the paper ::
Nadia Petrescu: ::Pale azure eyes shifted from side to side, taking in the
scenery so to speak. Finally her gaze landed on the man behind the bar, nose
so deep in the paper, then she looked to the other. The corners of her mouth
twitched, a smile
Nadia Petrescu: threatened to form, then finally it did so. Quietly she
laughed to herself. Why? Only she knew the answer to that. Steps continued,
each one made her hips pendulate from side to side, making the hem flare
further from her hips to
Nadia Petrescu: reveal tantilizing glimpses of what lay beneath. At the bar
she did pause once more, leaning against the edge of it::
Calum Tucci: MICKY ::from behind the paper :: What can I getcha? :: yes, he
spoke, but his face had not shown yet. Seems the paper was very important to
Micky::
Nadia Petrescu: ::Only when the man behind the bar spoke did she. Romanian
accent thickly caressed the words that she said:: I want beer. Bottle. ::She
waved her hand about in some sort of gesture as she looked between the man
with the paper and
Nadia Petrescu: the other::
Calum Tucci: :: Meanwhile, Calum did not let his eyes move from her form,
even as she moved towards
Calum Tucci: the bar. His hands moving the pencils over the page like fire
burning through dry grass. He
Calum Tucci: grunted and hissed as he worked, turning and bending and
turning back, he worked the art
Calum Tucci: until he sighed, looking at her he tore off the page and tossed
it on the table in front of him
Calum Tucci: :: So damn hard to capture true beauty.... never perfect...
never...
Calum Tucci: MICKY :: We have dozens of beers, in bottle and tap... care to
choose? Domestic? Import? Micro? Stout? Ale? Make up your mind....
Nadia Petrescu: ::Her hip canted slightly to the side, plaid fabric ascended
upon her flesh, daring to reveal even more. Chestnut strands of hair framed
her face, the rest were pulled up into piggie-tails that were high on her
head. Softly her lips
Nadia Petrescu: pursed together as she debated her selection:: Domestic.
Surprise me. ::Hand dipped into the inner pocket of the jacket that she wore
to fetch the cash needed::
Calum Tucci: MICKY ::goes to the cooler, grabs a Samuel Adams and cracks
the crown, and slides it to her :: three bucks.
Nadia Petrescu: ::One. Two. Three. Three singles were pulled off the wad of
loot that she held in her left hand. One thing she wasn't lacking in was
cash. A couple extra dollars were tossed to the bar. Call it a tip:: Da.
Thanks. ::She caught the
Nadia Petrescu: bottle as it slithered toward her on the bar top. The cool
caress was felt against the equally chilled flesh of her palm. Cash was
wedged back in her pocket as she inquired:: Who owns this place?
Nadia Petrescu: ::Hand with bottle waved around the joint::
Calum Tucci: MICKY ::took the cash, tilled it all, moving back to his stool
and paper, not looking at her, he went back to reading ::
Calum Tucci: ::Meanwhile, a word from the other man came at her :: Who wants
to know?
Nadia Petrescu: ::As she heard the other man finally chime in, she swiveled
her attention toward him. A slow, lazy grin spread across her lips as she
regarded him. A swallow of beer was taken then she spoke, accent thick in her
words still:: I
Nadia Petrescu: do. ::An upnod was given to the man as she remained where
she was, propped up against the bar::
Calum Tucci: I don't get it. I can be anybody. :: clearing throat :: Give
and go. You know? ::
Calum Tucci: shifting his place in the booth. He picked up the paper he had
been scratching on,
Calum Tucci: and he looked between it and her and it again :: not even
close... ::tosses it on the
Calum Tucci: table top again taking up his glass, taking a drink ::
OnlineHost: CaptiveSituation has entered the room.
Nadia Petrescu: As can I. Just call me... curious, da. ::Another swallow of
the beer was taken, then the bottle was placed to the bar. A step was taken
from where she was standing, inching closer to where he was::
Nadia Petrescu: Never seen this place before, and I like to know who the
competition is.
Calum Tucci: Well, how quaint. :: a quick shrug :: So, who is Curious? What
is her gig? What drives her, and what is her price?
Nadia Petrescu: ::Delicate nostrils flared some and she returned his shrug
with one of her own as her shoulders lifted, then fell swiftly. This made her
pert breasts strain against the material that they pressed against:: Curious
is driven by
Nadia Petrescu: money. And as for her price, tonight that'd be about two
thousand. What say you?
Calum Tucci: :;laughs :: Two bit harlot... :: couldn't help himself but
laugh, taking a sip of his scotch and keeping both eyes on her ::
OnlineHost: W DarknessPrey W has entered the room.
Nadia Petrescu: ::The denim jacket slipped a smidge from the flare of her
right shoulder, exposing the creamy flesh there. Also in doing so, it
revealed the leather of the holster that was concealed there as well. The
Romanian was packing heat
Nadia Petrescu: tonight. Walther P99 on the left. .44 Magnum on the right.
Let's not forget the twin 9MMs at the lower back:: It is a fair price. A
discount rate, let us say. Since you are new here. ::Up she moved, standing
upright now as she
Nadia Petrescu: regarded him through a fringe of lowered lashes:: Going
once..
Calum Tucci: No thank you. :: eyes did catch the iron she bagged, and he was
not amused :: You can take yer gangster sweet ass outta my club, and down the
block and out of the hood. And keep yer dogs outta my territory too...
Nadia Petrescu: ::Now she laughed, no make that cackled, as she heard the
words that he said to her. Another step was taken forward, a smirk came to
reside on her lips:: The price just went up. Five thousand. Consider it..a
protection *clause.* For
Nadia Petrescu: you and your... establishment. ::She waved her hand about
the club::
W DarknessPrey W: ::The Irish Rascal parked that black Audi A4 and then
stepped out into the rather warm night air of Los Angeles. He was dapper,
as always, cutting a fine figure in a navy blue suit. On his feet he
actually was wearing old
W DarknessPrey W: fashioned Wing Tips, black ones, yet they oddly had pure
silver tips on them. Custom made. The Irish rogue looked around the club
for a moment, before heading towards the bar:: "Good evening, everyone."
::He looked to the
W DarknessPrey W: bartender:: "Do you have any Irish whiskey, preferably
Jamison's, my friend." ::A rather large, wide grin was offered:: (d)
Calum Tucci: MICKY ::looked over at the gent, moving to get his order,
setting it in front of him :: Four bucks.... ::straight to the point ::
Calum Tucci: :: Calum watched the woman and shook his head :: How quickly
can you get out that door? Frankly, I don't think you are fast enough... I
really don't...
Nadia Petrescu: ::Again she laughed as she listened to him. There was
something not quite right about her:: Your territory? ::Don't think for a
moment she hadn't heard that little tidbit come from him:: You want to make a
wager on how fast I be? I
Nadia Petrescu: bet you'll lose. ::Both hands slapped against the table that
separated her from him as she leaned a bit closer to him::
Calum Tucci: MICKY ::the sudden loud slamming click of the 12 gauge from
behind the bar, it was pointed directly at her, Micky having a square on at
her head, a shit eatin smile on his face, daring her to move ::
Calum Tucci: :: Calum just shook his head :: You see, you have broken my
rules. You have brought the street into my club... that's a no no.
Nadia Petrescu: And you've brought your club onto my street. It seems that
we have a wee bit of a problem here. ::Was she worried about the abrupt sound
behind her. The 12 gauge being set in motion. Hell no! The day that she
worried about such was
Nadia Petrescu: the day that she would die:: How do you think we should
solve it.
W DarknessPrey W: ::Sean paid for his drink and then closed his eyes
momentarily as there seemed to be a bit of gunplay about to break out. As
his eyes were closed, he was calling upon his blood, ##Obtenebration - Arms
of the Abyss## and Micky
W DarknessPrey W: would soon find himself pinned up against the wall by the
shadows, shotgun now pointed at HIS head. Casually, Sean turned towards the
other man who seemed to be the owner:: "You see, this is not a complicated
discussion, my
W DarknessPrey W: friend. Call us the Neighborhood Protection. You
have two choices. You pay the five thousand, due each week. Or we sell
you to the highest bidder....you are a handsome man. And there are plenty
of, shall we say,
Calum Tucci: (( UM, if this is designed to be a part of your chronicle, you
might as well take it elsewhere, this is a FF and I do not play out of
chronicle... )
W DarknessPrey W: "types" who would pay a hefty fee to enjoy your hind
quarters at their leisure...." ::This was all said with a placid grin on
his face:: (d)
W DarknessPrey W: ( It's not designed to be part of our chronicle )
W DarknessPrey W: ( It's just good, old fashioned WoD RP )
Calum Tucci: (Well, frankly I am not amused by the play. To invade another
SL without first checking with the SL leader is rude and I don't like it.
Simple as that.)
W DarknessPrey W: ( If he pays them the money, they'll leave )
Nadia Petrescu: { This is, if I need to remind you, a public room. Which
opens it up to anyone to come in and play. }
Calum Tucci: ( Public yes, but to interject such intensity into a SL that is
not set in your chronicle, it is rude, as I said.)
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