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Post by Rhinn on Dec 13, 2011 11:48:23 GMT -5
{With NA's computer still out of commission, I'll just keep going} Taryn sighed as she stepped aside, letting the crowds run for the door. There went her tips... in both ways... money and in information and jobs. She walked over to the drunk who had been fortunate enough to just get the hell knocked out of him. At least he would wake up. Taryn kicked him out of spite. Then she checked him for money and weapons, finding both. He was carrying about $100.00 in cash and a SIG-Sauer P226 Extreme. She pulled it out of his holster and slide the mag out and then pulled back the slide, popping out the round that was already loaded. "Nice SIG, a nine", she said as she put it on the nearby table. She stood up and began to put the chairs upside down on the tables, clearing the floor so that she could mop up the mess. "Yeah, we definitely need to have a rule about that. I'm losing money and I'm pretty sure that the burly guy at table 8 had a job for us. If he comes back tomorrow, then we will know for sure." Taryn walked to the back and grabbed a mop and filled up a bucket with hot soapy water. Sure, she had to clean up the blood trail, but Ceasar had that more difficult job.... he had to remove the body. As she approached the unconscious guy, she slapped him in the face with the dirty mop head and ran it all over his face. The last place it was use was the public latrine. "So what do we do with lively here?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Dec 14, 2011 23:18:31 GMT -5
Johnny had been shaking down some of their customers at the front door, taking breaks inbetween to take a big puff of his joint. He'd blew some smoke out when he'd heard Allison screaming that they were closing for the night.
"I just got here, I'm f*ckin' beat, all I want is a drink, you can't let me have that?!" one of the men asked at the door.
Johnny shrugged, smashing the lit end of the blunt into the door before sticking it behind his ear. "Sorry man, orders are orders. Boss Lady holds my paychecks. Beat it," he told the armed civilian, standing firmly above him.
The man casted a glare before turning to leave, leaving Johnny stepping aside to usher the reamaining customers out.
After awhile, he'd locked up and wandered further into the Bar to see the others. Taryn was brushing a dirty mop in some guy's face asking what to do with him.
"Let's sit him outside against a wall with his hand down his pants and one of Ceaser's pornos in his lap." he grinned.
"We all know he owns 'em."
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Post by Mikey on Dec 15, 2011 20:22:19 GMT -5
“Ya, sounds like a plan.” Ceaser said as he holstered his gun, looking at the dead man with remorse. Not because he killed him. Naw, the prick had it coming. If you pulled a gun on someone, you damn well better make sure you could use it. No, he was remorseful because he was going to have to take care of this f**ker… Lug the body around, clean up the blood stain, probably ruin his jacket while he was at it… Dammit.
Reaching down to the corpse, he picked up the Beretta and ejected the magazine. Hollow points. Nice. He ejected the round from the chamber and tossed the empty gun to Allison. Her and the others could fight over it later. It was too flashy for him. He liked black on black, tactical stuff. After finding not much else on the man save for a few more magazines and a pack that was mostly empty, he grabbed him by the ankles and started to drag him toward the elevator.
He rolled his eyes when Johnny piped in with his idea on what to do to the guy who was still alive, and sighed.
“I get em from you, motherf**ker.” He muttered, getting to the elevator and rolling the body onto it. “Going up.” He said, warning everyone to stay away from the lift. Everyone except Johnny. He hit the button and waited for it to go to the top, before he picked up the body and moved it to the door. He go to it and unceremoniously tossed it off the staircase at the back of the building. He went down the steps himself and drug it into the street, so they wouldn’t end up with a concentration of undead at the back door. He made his way back inside, bolted the door closed, and got back to the lift.
He let them know he was ready to come back down with a few stamps of his foot, and stood waiting for the lift to start again. They really needed to get another switch up here…
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Post by Caliber on Dec 17, 2011 2:41:03 GMT -5
Allison swished a shot of whiskey-- her drink of choice-- around in a glass, threw her head back, then raised the glass to her lips, swallowing the entire shot in a single gulp. This particular brand was fairly cheap, and wasn't exactly the type to savor-- but it got the job done, all the same. Allison rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, trying to relieve tension.
It didn't work.
Taryn had began to search through the live man's belongings, as Allison unbuckled her revolver's holster and sat it on a shelf beneath the bar counter. She found cash, and a pistol, which she sat on one of the tables on the far side of the room. Allison put her shot glass away, then moved out from behind the bar and over to the where the pistol had been left. She picked it up, grasping it in her right hand, and inspected it. It was a sporty little SIG-Sauer pistol with synthetic wooden grips, chambered for nine-by-nineteen millimeter rounds-- rather attractive. Allison disengaged the slide lock, allowing it to snap back into place, and brought it back over to the bar, where she lay it down semi-carefully.
Johnny had made his way down from the surface, as Taryn questioned-- to no one in particular-- what they should do with the living man, whom she had just searched. Johnny cracked a joke, and Ceaser was unamused. Allison couldn't help but grin at the situation. Ceaser lifted the dead man's corpse off the ground, then removed the pistol that Allison had mentioned from his jacket. He tossed it to Allison, and she caught it, giving him a nod of approval for no particular reason. She looked it over once more before returning it to the bar counter, where she left the SIG pistol.
Ceaser took the corpse over to the cargo lift, and announced that he was going up. Allison decided that she would take care of the live man, so she casually approached him. He had fallen unconscious again, and was drooling on the floor. Allison removed her butterfly knife from its sheath, and flicked it open. She spun it along the palm of her hand and twirled it around her fingers in an impressive manner. She crouched down in front of the man's head, continuing to twirl her knife. She then brushed the flat side of the blade against his cheek
"Wakey, wakey," she said softly into the man's ear.
He grumbled, still unconscious. Grabbing a handful of the man's hair, Allison jerked his head off of the ground.
Raising her voice a significant amount, Allison shouted into the man's ears. "Eggs and bac'ey, motherf*cker, quit drooling on my f*cking floor!"
She smacked him with the back side of her hand, and he jolted awake. Allison stood up, grabbing the man by his jacket and forcing him off the ground. He drowsily arose to a knee, then fell back to the ground as his faux leather jacket slipped off. Holding the jacket under her arm, she grabbed the man's hair again and forced him to his feet. Pressing her knife against his throat, Allison led the man toward the staircase as he stumbled over himself.
"Be right back, taking out the trash," Allison said over her shoulder, as she forced the man up the staircase and through the bar's entry hallway.
Opening the front door, Allison kicked the man out into the cold. He tumbled down onto to the asphalt parking lot, groaning. Allison slammed the door shut, only to realize that she still had the man's jacket. Opening the door again, she crumpled the fake leather jacket into a ball and chucked it at the man.
"Take your sh*tty excuse for a jacket with you."
Allison slammed the door one final time, then made her way back through the entry hallway and down the stairs. She returned to her place behind the bar counter, flipped her balisong knife shut, and slid it back into its sheath. Just before she prepared to pour herself another shot of whiskey, Ceaser stomped his foot at the lift behind her, letting people know he was ready to come back down. Allison punched a button on the control panel, and the lift made a brief, but loud alarm sound, to notify that it was descending.
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Post by NotAvailable on Dec 17, 2011 12:43:47 GMT -5
((I'm gonna respond since Rhinn's on vacation starting today.))
Johnny grinned and seated himself at the counter when Allison had passed by lugging the barely conscious as*hole with her. She'd barged through the bar and upto the entryway, cursing along the way.
The man chuckled and sighed, crossing his arms over the table. "I sense she's had experience like these, but with past boyfriends. Guess we know how carried the balls in those relationships," he commented.
While Allison made her way back down, Johnny pressed the palms of his hands on the counter, liftinf himself out of the seat where he leaned over the counter to get a good look at some of the alcohol.
"Boss Lady! Can I get a drink?"
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Post by Mikey on Dec 24, 2011 22:08:36 GMT -5
As the lift descended, Ceaser stood silently as he waited for it to touch down. When it did, he strolled over to the bar and poured a shot from the bottle Allison had on the bar. He took a quick drink and looked over to the pile of blood with a sigh.
Walking over to Taryn, he took the mop from her and rolled the bucket to the blood stain, mopping it up quickly before it had a chance to dry. When the floor was pretty much as clean as it would get, he rolled it to the side of the bar and took a seat on a stool. He took a deep breath and reached over with a quick smirk, taking the drink in front of Johnny and slamming it back in one gulp.
“Ah, that sure hits the spot.” He said mockingly as he passed the empty glass back to Johnny.
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Post by Rhinn on Dec 26, 2011 21:25:30 GMT -5
Taryn let Ceasar take the bucket from her and then she set her tray down on the bartop. She reached over the counter and grabbed herself a glass and then slide it down with the others for a pour. Hopping up on the nearby stool, she took her glass and held it up and then swallowed it with one big gulp.
She could feel the liquor burn its way down her throat to her stomach and it felt good. She decided against another drink as she realized that she was getting a bit edgey... not violent, but something that her mother would describe as a cross between agro and punchy. She needed some action and a job soon.
"So, I did hear a few pieces of news. Raccoon City Airport is running extremely low on jet fuel. If they don't get resupplied soon, all flights out of RC will be cancelled. Also, the small base right outside of town will be relocating there. After they leave, it might make a good scrounging job... if the rumors are true."
Rumors in this place were like farts. They were there, and people had alot of them, but most never materialized into anything solid.
Still...
"Did any of ya'll pick anything up?"
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 9, 2012 19:27:13 GMT -5
((OOC - If it is okay, I'm going to move it along to the next day. Also, I am bringing one of my other characters in to possibly give us something to do.))
The next day, Taryn woke up in her room. It was small and cramped, but at least it was warm, protected and private. Attached to it was a private bathroom that allowed her to shower in private.
That was her next destination... the shower. After cleaning off, she quickly turned off the water... Allison had already had talks about conversing it... and then she dried off and got dressed. As usuall it was snug fitting pants with a black tank top. She pulled on her boots, holster and her 1911. At the door she stopped just long enough to grab her Mossberg and then ascended the stairs toward the bar.
At this time of day, it was fairly empty. Taryn wasn't due to be on the clock until the night rush, so she stashed her shotgun behind the bar and took a seat at the corner table reserved for employees. What most people didn't know was that a side by side was mounted underneath the table on a swivel. It covered the entire bar and only the thin table cloth concealed it.
Taryn ordered breakfast... which was pretty much what she was going to have for lunch. Right the food selections were small, but with every contact, more resources were dwindling their way.
The door opened and Taryn looked over at it. An elderly gentleman, dressed like he was on an African Safari stepped in and looked around. His face was jovial, like he loved every minute of his life. He viewed the bar and patted his pockets, heading for the counter. Along the way he spotted Taryn and moved to stand in front of her. Taryn eyed him, but kept one hand on the shotgun. With the new policy in place of "No Weapons" it should be safer down here, but you never knew when someone would slip one by.
"Forgive me, Darling, but I am an old man who has not been in the company of a young attractive woman in some time." There was a pause as the man's face turned a nice shade of red.
"Forgive me... that did not sound as I meant it. I was wondering if you would like to join me for a drink and a conversation... nothing more."
Taryn looked at him and then shrugged. "Why not. Get your drink and join me over here." She nodded to the chair to her right. It would keep the view of the bar clear for her. I'm Taryn."
The elderly man smiled and bowed to her. He had a Canadian Accent that made everything he said sound like he was an aristocrat.
"The pleasure is mine Ms. Taryn. My name is Graham... Graham Quartermane. I need some help tracking down my granddaughter."
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 28, 2012 19:12:55 GMT -5
Taryn listened intently as the man described his plight. He was the last living member of his family's namesake and thought that it would die with him. Now, though, he found out that he had a granddaughter... someone to pass his fortunes along to. He would pay good money to have her found and brought to safety. She was in Canada, but he owned a plan and could fly them to his chateau where they could head out on their mission.
In the end, he finished his drink and stood. Bowing to Taryn, he kissed her on the hand. "I find you quite... interesting." That had been his last remark, beside providing a way for her to get ahold of him at the RC Airport. He would be there for the next day but then he would leave and the offer would be pulled from the table.
As he left, Taryn stood up. She found Allison manning the bar, but she wasn't busy.
"Hey Allison. I think I have a job for us that will pay well." Then Taryn proceeded to tell Allison about the job that Graham had offered them.
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