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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 14:52:45 GMT -5
Marcus sat in a bar on the edge of the main port. Most days he would just be enjoying some water, maybe a plate of dumplings. He might even find the stones to chat up that pretty waitress with that great... sense of balance.
But right now he was waiting for someone. His contact had been mum about it, save it was worth it for the meeting.
The bar was mostly, except for some purple-lubbers. It was almost U-day. Marcus was contemplating how to spend it; Away from bars was a good idea.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 15:02:12 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
"Dew nay low mao" Riena cursed, avoiding the stamped of young men. She stepped back eyes directed toward the sound of yelling.
"Get back here you thieves or I'll make gos se out of your hide" An older man flailing a large bat yelled after the ragtag group; slowly gaining on them. chuckling at the thought of the chase. Riena let out a content sigh as she adjusted her small pack over her shoulder, ventured forth into the dimly lit bar. Removing the large hood that covered her face relived to let her become accustomed to the room, Her eyes trailing up to the counter....
Met eyes with a young man sitting by himself.....
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 15:02:31 GMT -5
Marcus noticed the sound of steps near the entrance of the bar. He let himself gaze up and caught the eyes of a woman. Bright and blue-green, if he was any judge of color. There was a spirit in it. What caught him off guard was that there was the crease lines of body armor under her jacket.
Was this who he was supposed to meet?
He raised his glass in a welcome to the woman, but said nothing. Sipping at the clearish water; he kept his eyes on her. A smile crept on his face though. An innocent one, to be sure...
At least it's not some fei wu bounty hunter He laughed inside.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 15:02:57 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
Her eyes watched intently as the man sitting at the bar raised his glass to her "Hmmm" She thought, a smile creeped across his lips hiding other things to come.
With light steps she made her way towards the bar motioning to barkeep. "Bring me something, Surprise me" The bartender looked at her and spoke "Strong and cheap?" he mused. Riena smiled, pale cheeks flush from the heat of the day. "Exactly" Positioning herself close to the man she met eyes with, an empty seat between them would be just. Her back facing him she scanned the room legs crossed, her hand gently placed on her weapon well hidden in her boot.
While still averting her body, she directed her question to him. "Some crowd huh?,Was expecting something more than a bunch of old space dogs" she said through gritted teeth as the barkeep set down her drink. Chugging back the murky golden liquid stinging her reccently cut lip. Setting her glass back down, and turned back to the crowd.
"But of course,.....There is you..." Now looking at him. "What would you make of that?"
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 15:03:25 GMT -5
Marcus watched the woman cross the room toward the bar. His eyes tracing her movements. She was probably armed; most people were. Marcus himself had a pistol holstered under his arm. Whatever was in the pack was probably her life on the road. Spare creds and clips. She could probably sprint a solid klick with those legs.
He shook his head as she ordered her drink. Still thinking like a thief. He laughed to himself.
At her address he cocked his head to hear her statement about the crowd. Such as it was. He had to laugh. Most of them men looked older than they were, and probably never went into space much more than any one else.
"Me?" Marcus laughed. "I'm just a runt who meanders a bit too much" He downed the last of the water and stood up. With the kick of his boot he slid his duffel bag into the bar, near enough where the woman was standing.
He walked a straight line to the bar. Stopping next to the bag. He pulled out a scrap of paper and handed it to the barman. "Think you can make that up?" It was a mix drink. Pomagrante, tonic soda, and a half shot of vodka. Sweet with a smack. He got a nod from the barman before turning to the woman.
"I'd make of it; There's only so many bars on parts of this rock that claim to be habitable; Of them, this has one of the better bars." He set the empty glass spinning on its side. "This is one my wallet can condone." He flicked the spinning glass with his trigger finger, sending it spinning down the bar toward the woman, losing speed as it went.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 15:03:41 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
Smiling as the sliding glass came to pass her, she gently reaches out her hand to stop it, bringing it closer to her.
" So you're saying that this bar being habitable, that everyone in here has a certain reason, yes?" "but IF they were here for no reason, it would be seen as someone up to no good" she smiled devilishly, her foot purposefully grazing the side of his bag.
"What brings a fancy drinker like you to these parts?" she spoke, quickly and abruptly sliding his empty glass back to him winking as she did.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 15:04:19 GMT -5
Marcus nodded and smiled at her response. "Someone loitering in a bar with no reason is not only up to no good, but might very well be trouble. Because without purpose or direction is fine on its own. We all wander as we wonder, as someone might have said." The bar man brought the fizzing purple drink, and Marcus put down the notes due.
"Thank ya kindly." He looked back at the woman. "But mix that with alcohol and you may have a dangerous mix on your hands." He took a swig of his drink. The taste of the pomegranate rode the fizz of the soda, but there was a slice as the vodka had its say on the way down.
"Maybe on the rocks next time..." He blinked. "Where was I?" Marcus though. "Ack. Introductions." He offered a hand. "Marcus O'Terra. Bodyguard, Security Amateur, and Aggressive Protection Specialist." He smirked.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 15:04:51 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
Riena smiled at Marcus's extended hand, "Marcus O'Terra aye?, a pleasure to meet you." She placed her hand in his, he sleeve receding back to revel a tattoo'd band around her wrist.
Compared to most women of the verse, the soft skin of her hand led to believe she hand't picked up a weapon in her entire life, So it seems.
"You can call me V" Aggressive ex-mercenary." Mocking his previous words with a smirk.
Motioning to the barkeep to bring her another round, laying the bill down, She reached into her left boot and bulled out a small knife her body tense with anticipation. The dim light reflecting off of the shiny surface Riena placed on top of the bar. Reaching into her bag she procured a small apple, biting into the dense skin juice slowly running down the apple.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 15:05:22 GMT -5
Marcus was surprised at the woman's forwardness. He never saw himself as the sort of guy to draw attention. Not this kind anyway.
But on the plus side, she didn't seem to be offended by his presence. Her hand was smooth on the back of Marcus's hand. Smoother than Marcus might have guessed. "V..." Marcus racked his brain for the nicknames of mercenary women.
He came up with a blank.
"A pleasure to meet ya, Vee" He smiled. He tense as she drew out the knife, but eased a bit when V drew out an Apple.
"But 'Ex' Merc. Out of work, or out of the business?" He asked. There was a distinction.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 15:05:44 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
Riena smiled, it never ceased to amuse her when she removed her weapon.
"Well I guess you could say that, but to tell you the truth." She stabbed her knife into the apple. "Guess you'll just have to find out" From under her lashes she gave a sultry smile.
"Or, I could show you" Standing she sat one seat closer to Marcus her right hand on her knife out of plain sight, and her left hand grazing his leg.
"So, What will it be"
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 15:06:02 GMT -5
Marcus wasn't sure what to do with this woman. Part of him was sure she was going to leave him tied to a bed, broke, and buck nude.
It'd happened before.
He took another deep drink, placing his free hand on the one stroking his leg. "But this is hardly the place. Unless I'm reading this wrong..."
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 15:07:46 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
Leaning in Riena brushed against his ear and whispered;
"You're reading your signs correctly and you'll-" she was caught off guard when a rowdy group of men bardge in with guns blazing.
"Don't ANYBODY RUTTING MOVE" his gun went off shattering a near by lamp, Riena took this chance to escape while she still had the chance.
"Aaahhhaaaargggg!"
With a loud yell she flung the large dagger in her right hand into the first grunts stomach he started bleeding like a stuffed pig. He toppled over and the others rush towards her firing blindly.
She took a second knife grabbed both sleeves of Marcus's jacket. Bringing her knife down she pinned both of the extra slack to the bar counter. "First I'll take this" grabbing his pack slung it over her shoulder. One grunt who was focusing in on her grabbed her arm to pull her away. "Get your hands off me" she bellowed.
Riena quickly whipped her arm from his meaty grasp and made an upward thrust into his nose, blood pooled down his lips and covered his shirt. "Gorrammit!" She fell to the ground and swiped his feet from under him. Turning her attention to Marcus she smiled.
"Catch you later sweetness" blowing a kiss at him she rushed to the back door as quickly as she could. Leaving her trademark dagger behind with the words "Birdie" etched on the handle.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 15:08:10 GMT -5
Marcus knew he was being set up for a blitz when the posse strolled in. He let the knife pin his coat to the ground and slipped out of it with a spin.
She was already at the door when he vaulted up onto the bar chasing after her. There was probably something witty he could say, but it was lost on him.
He was tempted to draw and shoot, but tackling her to the ground seemed like a better idea.
"FREEZE, YOU HUR BAO DUHN TART, OR I DROP YOU WHERE YOU RUN!!" He roared, sprinting after her. The pack wasn't rigged right and the rifle's case would throw off her stride shaking around as it was.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 15:09:18 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
FREEZE, YOU HUR BAO DUHN TART, OR I DROP YOU WHERE YOU RUN!!"
"Hur Bao Duhn" rang in her ears, she stopped abruptly.
"Oh really? you would stoop so low as to insult my livelihood, SIR you ARE daring"she said with a wicked smile, slowly unbuttoning her jackets three buttons, and set his pack down. Slowly put her hands up turning on her heel to face him.
"Now Reeaaally, do these look flat chested to you?"
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 15:09:39 GMT -5
Marcus had to admit, That wasn't no low pair she was sporting. But he drew his pistol and aimed between her eyes. "A fair cop. But step away from my kit, and we can walk away from this without further bloodin." He took a step forward.
"Nothing personal, of course. I've pinched my fair share of luggage and parcel. Still; nice trick with the blade. Noticed that name, 'Birdy'. That a tic you picked up? It'll catch up to you."
He waited for her to make her move. He'd shoot a bullet over her ear if she didn't back off or made a move forward.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 15:10:15 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
Her eyes widened, and folowed his pistols closely lifing her arms a little more it reviled that she had two revolvers in her holsters. Smiling, "I promise not to shoot you, if you do the same?"
She said, sweetly.
Sliding the pack with her foot towards him, she back stepped towards the door hand on the knob, un-unbeknown she attached a small tracing beckon on the inside.
"If I say I am sorry, and with a pretty please, will you let me go?"
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 15:10:48 GMT -5
Marcus didn't want this to turn into a blood bath. But if she kept this up... There was a roar as someone came around the corner with a automatic weapon roaring in their hands. The bullets were spraying wildly and missing badly.
Marcus didn't look back to confirm it was one of the cronies they'd left in the bar. He just grabbed his back and started running.
"Have fun!" He whispered into her ear.
The back halls led to the alley, and then to the streets of the town. Marcus ran along the side of the building, around to the front. He was rather intent on getting his coat back. It was a good one. It'd seen him through more than a few perils. It'd be a shame to lose it.
There was one man still dead on the ground, and Marcus could only hope his friends kept following 'V' out in another direction.
With a quick yank, he freed his jacket from the pin of the knife. "Mine." He said, reclaiming his jacket with a toss across his shoulder.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 15:11:38 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
Stunned momentarily by the roar, Riena felt the spray of bullets passing by her face, "Have fun!" He whispered into her ear. "Jien tah-duh guay!" Riena called after him.
Marcus was already making a run for it ("How did he get out of the way so fast?") Riena quickly tried to grab him to stop his fleeing, but was already too far away.
One bullet with terrible aim grazed across her arm "dammit" she cursed under her breath, the bullets stopped and the goon that was the terrible shot rushed towards her. "You're going pay for this shirt you BUN tyen-shung duh ee-DWAY-RO" the goon with meaty hands that she had decked early was squeezing the breath out of her. Riena braced herself and sent a swift kick to his nether-regions and made a run for it. Dodging glass and flying chairs.
"Where the hell did you run off to"
A flash of black swished down a hall. She recognized his jacket, pulled her knife out of the table she shoved it back into her boot. chasing after him only lead to a empty alley that smelled rotten.
"Gorram!" She then smiled to herself to remembering what she put in his pack. Taking out her tracking indicator walked out to the main part of the street.
"I'll find you, and you'll pay"
(OOC:) Simple case of mistaken identity : )
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Jien tah-duh guay = Like Hell!
Bun tyen-shung duh ee-dway-ro =Stupid inbred stack of meat
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 15:11:56 GMT -5
(ooc: shame, that's how the worst wars start, don't ya know?)
Marcus stormed down an alley and ducked into a seedy bar, a noisy one he'd normally never dive into.
There was ragging music blasting from a juke and the holo-pool was shoddy and flickering. The drunks didn't care, and even if they did; the bar keep just pointed to a sign claiming lack of fault.
He opened the door to the men's room and backed out before the stench could kill him. He side stepped and opened the door to the 'ladies' room, the word whore was scrawled on the wood. It looked like it sprayed on with cheap can paint, then carved on with a knife later.
There were two women who matched the description inside, chatting, or waiting for a mark. Marcus scowled and thumbed toward the door. They just smirked at him and kept talking. He was used to it. Even without the heels they probably stood taller than him.
He pulled out a fiver and tossed it at them. "Take a walk, would ye kindly?" He asked. The sauntered out of the bathroom, and from the way their hips moved, Marcus guessed they were paying off loans from some recent surgery with their line of work.
The door closed and he checked the first two stalls before standing in front of the third.
"Shade." He spoke at the wall.
"Marker." came a voice, groggy and old. "Heard you ran into some trouble."
"Doesn't take much to make a quiet drink troublesome. Women sneaking little bits into my bag isn't exactly what I thought you were sending me for." He held up a small piece of tech, as if the person in the stall could see it.
"Have some coffee, maybe get a snack..." The contact suggested. "Trust me, it's worth it."
Marcus knew the conversation was over when Shade brought up 'trust'. He stormed out of the bathroom, yelling to the barkeep to call a plumber as he passed through the noise of the bar.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 15:12:41 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
Heading down the sodding alley, a small trickle of blood running down her arm she gently wrapped it poorly thinking it wouldn't take long to find a doctor, After of course she took care of this wryly man. her boots splashed the standing water, each step seething with anger. Eyes holding intent for pain, she increased her pace towards loud music that was coming from an slightly ajar door. Pressing her back against the opposite wall listening. Her tracing beacon increasing it's rate of beeping.
"There you are, my little pet"
Loud chatter of the bar, along with yelling and laughing coming from the would be ladies of the night a voice shot of of the crowd "Call a plumber!" she immediately recognized his voice, catching the rhythm of his footstep ascending, She turned from the wall kicking the door all the way open dodging into the crowd, heading straight for Mr. Browncoat.
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