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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 2, 2011 18:23:30 GMT
RebusAnother night, another killing to be made... figuratively of course. Rebus didn't actually get his own hands dirty, he left that to his boys... or girls. No, tonight had been... successful. He had managed to take over another club, over in the next district, right from under the owner's nose, when said owner had been found face down in a puddle the week before. Sad... another young life so cruelly snubbed out, leaving behind a wife and two small children... Yes, Rebus had yet to thank Dahlia for that one. Thinking of the girl brought his next concern to the fore... had she managed to carry out tonight's task? He had concerns about this one ~ it was high profile, not so easily hidden as some of the others. Still, the kid was good at her job, kept her head down, and generally went unnoticed. She could handle it... for a while. Shame really... Rebus would much rather have had her play the game like his other girls... she had a decent enough figure on her and she wasn't yet quite as starved looking as the others ~ others who had been on the game and on the drugs for far too many years. But she wouldn't have it, refused point blank. And really he should be glad... she was far better with a gun in her hands than anything else. Stepping almost daintly off the kerb, he pulled his long woolen coat close around him with leather gloved hands, and huddled against the rising wind. As he crossed the road a flash of lightning lit up the dark sly above, and Rebus ducked instinctively before cursing himself, eyes glowing briefly red in the deeper dark that followed. You have been far too long topside my friend... what's a bit of lightning compared to the eternal fires of home?
He chuckled, a sibilant sound, and entered his own club through the back door, almost cannoning into one of the strippers as she slipped outside for a cigarette... or something stronger. "Alright darlin'?" Rebus leered at her, pale eyes taking in the whole of her scantily clad figure. "You gonna come up to my office later?" The girl laughed, playing up to the boss like only strippers and tarts knew how. If you promise to treat me nice, Donn," she purred, reaching up to stroke a hand down his face. He smirked, and grabbed her hand, playfully biting the ends of her fingers, before letting her go on her way. Walking briskly down the dark corridor, he looked into the bar before heading upstairs, and decided to have a quick drink. "Get us a whisky Mack," he called, his voice gruff with nicotene as he lsid onto a bar stool and looked round. All the regulars were in and the music was thumping. Outside the storm rose, gale force winds battering against the shuttered and barred windows, and the rain came sweeping through the streets in a solid, unseasonably icy sheet.
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 3, 2011 19:46:43 GMT
(Read the post from "Everywhere Else" before this post).
They made their way back to the club, it was now full on night. Dahlia went with the others to a room in the basement. She took off the rifle and found a spot on one of the tables. She took out a cigarette and took a long drag. One of the guys pulled a chair in front of her and sat down. She handed him one. He took a long drag and smiled, "I didn't know you could clean up". The sound of the counting machines started as they started the process of making the money clean. "Don't get used to it." She shivered, "Omg, please hurry tonight, I want a hot shower". The suit looked at her, "It will take as long as it takes". Dahlia rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall. The man in front of her laughed and stood up, "I'll go get us a beer. I think you earned it tonight". Dahlia sighed, exasperated, "I earned a fracking vacation" she muttered.
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 4, 2011 13:50:08 GMT
rise up to do thy biddingRebus looked up as one of his driver's entered the bar. He recognised him as the same man who had taken Dahlia earlier to carry out her latest task. He stood and crossed the bar quickly where the guy was ordering beer.
"Is she back?" he asked in a low, husky voice.
The guy studied him for a moment, his thoughts clearly showing on his ugly face. What did Rebus care what his minions thought of him though? It wasn't like there'd be much left of them all to worry about when his master rose again. He smirked, and finally the man nodded.
Without another word Rebus made his way down to the basement, buttoning his suit jacket as he went. His tongue flickered out between dry lips as he reached the door, and he entered without knocking.
"Dahlia," he snapped, commanding attention. "I told you to find me as soon as you got back."
He glared at her, pale blue eyes luminescent in the semi-darkness. As he stood before her he couldn't help his gaze running lightly over her lithe body before resting once again on her youthful face.
"Well?" he demanded, wanting to know how the job had gone.
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 4, 2011 14:16:23 GMT
Dahlia hadn't noticed him come in, leaning against the wall, half dazed from the cool wall and the monotone of the counting machines. She opened her eyes but one of the other's spoke up before she could. "Yeah, she got it done, and bitched about it the whole way there". Dahlia picked up an object on the table and threw it at him. He caught it and started laughing. "See if I ever give you a smoke" she grumbled at him. She looked at her boss, "Yes, I got it done. Do you really think I'd show up here if I hadn't? I'm not a mindless thug like some" she said, looking at the man. He gestured rudely towards her and she just looked away from him and back at Donn.
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 4, 2011 20:41:01 GMT
rise up to do thy biddingRebus laughed darkly, and stepped up closer to the girl as she leaned against the wall, glancing over his shoulder at the other two guys in the room.
"Beat it," he commanded, gesturing towards the door with his chin.
They sidled away quickly, leaving Rebus and Dahlia alone. The demon smiled down at the girl slyly, putting one hand on the wall beside her head.
"So," he smirked, "have you given any more thought to my other offer? I'd be good to you you know... get you out of that dump you're living in... buy you some new clothes..."
His pale eyes slid slowly down over her neck to her chest, his head tipped on one side as he considered her. What was it about this one? She could be such a bitch... maybe that was just it though... she didn't roll over to do his bidding like the other girls. Maybe that was why he couldn't get her out of his head.
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 4, 2011 22:59:28 GMT
Dahlia looked at the ground, not looking into his cold blue eyes. He had a way of getting under your skin, where you were vulnerable, and she gripped her jaw to hold back a shiver as he was only a breath's distance away. She was quiet for a while, as if deciding what to say. She had seen how quickly Rebus could go from charming to vicious, and she was thankful in three years she had managed to avoid that, a claim few had. She looked into his blue eyes and this time she shivered despite her tries not to. He was always a stone wall, unreadable. "You already do enough for me Donn, I couldn't ask more from you." She then folded her arms and looked at him, "And what exactly is wrong with my clothes? I did two jobs for you today and you pick on me, I feel unappreciated, perhaps I should go rogue". She gave him a soft look showing she wasn't being serious.
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 5, 2011 10:59:38 GMT
rise up to do thy bidding The demon's blue eyes flashed with something undefinable at the expression on her face as she spoke. This was when she was at her most beguiling... and her most dangerous. He wasn't used to her being nice, but when she was he always found himself softening too. But that was no good. A demon should never show weakness, and he knew that this girl was his only weakness, but that was weakness enough. He had definitely been topside far too long. Maybe it was time for him to go back down below for a while... recharge his batteries... report to his master.
For a long moment he watched her through narrowed eyes, then he stood away from her abruptly.
"Nah, you wouldn't do that to me," he grinned sibilantly. "You've got it too good here girl. You wouldn't get gear as good as that shit you pump into your veins anywhere else."
He walked towards the door, then turned back.
"Remember that," he warned, pointing a finger at her, his tione dangerously low.
"I've got somewhere I need to be," he stated sharply, and gestured towards the machinery in the room. "Take care of this, I don't know when I'll be back."
With a last lingering look at her slim figure, tongue snaking out to wet his lips in a lizard-like motion, he left the basement, slamming the door behind him.
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The door to his office was locked and soundproofed, and black candles burned on every available surface, creating a soft light. Rebus took off his suit jacket and hung it up with his usual great care, smoothing down the creases into razor-sharp lines.
He tipped his head one way, then the other, listening with satisfaction to the click of cartiledge as he sank to the floor cross-legged. He closed his eyes, and laid his hands loosely on his knees, relaxing completely. This was not as easy as it would have been had he visited home more often. But he had been lax in his duties of late, and he could only guess at his master's mood.
As his breathing slowed and evened out, his human form slumped forward into a dead faint as Donn the snake demon slipped away into the depths of Hell.
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 5, 2011 12:53:13 GMT
Dahlia closed her eyes, staying still for a second. She had tried her best not to piss him off but she recognized that tone, and she knew she had come close. She was grateful to Donn for everything, but she couldn't do that. Her body had yet be touched by a man, and she had seen Donn's ugly side, and a part of her feared him, making her all the more nervous at the thought of sharing her bed. She got up and put the now clean money back in the briefcase and put the assault rifle in the storage locker. She came upstairs, handing it to the suit. "Look, I really need my pay, I am exhausted and I need to go into town tomorrow". The suit looked at her, "Go ask Donn". Dahlia looked at him, "Please, I just really want to go home and shower". The suit looked at her, not used to seeing that look in Dahlia's eyes, so he sighed and got up and went to the back across from Donn's office and went into a safe. He pulled out quite a bit of money and handed it to her, "Thanks" she said and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed and shook his head, "Get out of here before you jump on me". Dahlia smiled and winked at him before leaving the club.
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Post by Soki on Feb 11, 2011 17:11:34 GMT
Requiem had pulled himself into the club, slowly quietly. He had came here often, more so just for the alcohol then anything else. He had no other reason to be here, nothing in this world really interested him. He had spent to much time on earth. It had grown boring here, and the only thing that ever made him feel alive once more was the thrill of assassination.
He made it to the bar sitting down and ordering the usual. The hood of his cloak hiding his facial features, once his drink arrived his face was more in the glass then it was to look around. He took sip of the drink before removing the hood, the eye patch in place to keep people from being suspicious, other then that he seemed like a normal crazy-person in old medieval clothing.
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 12, 2011 14:15:22 GMT
Tyson
He walked into the club, his hoodie pulled up, hiding most of his face. Tyson sat down at the bar, looking beaten and burned by the weather. Though he was too young to even be in such a place, there he was.
Tyson slowly lifted his hand to the bartender to let him know that he was there and he wanted a drink. His shoulders haunched over, his arms crossed on the table. "Two beers," He commanded, not really caring for the bartenders reaction. he found himself slowly seeping into maddness.
He took the beer with pleasure and took in the retched scent that radiated off of the brown bottle. He sipped it slowly, letting the alcohol burn his throat as it went down.
Another killing, or so he had heard. A drug dealer to be exact. One of his gangs drug dealers. Tyson sighed, thinking about the outrage it would cause the members. Luckily he would stay out of it, if he can. Though he knew that some would look for him.
He took another long sip of the beer.
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