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Post by Porter on Apr 27, 2006 7:00:18 GMT -5
Erick starts to look over the interior as the introductions are made within the group. He offers the Elf a nod when his turn comes. Erick's brow did raise when he heard he Elf talk with Gunther. Had the man not been so stone face when he spoke to the Troll, Erick would had broken out in laughter.
Erick's thoughts ran rampant as he started to analyze the surrounding area. Looking for the possible breaches in security and trying to determine the weak spots. The job would sure feel like the old days when he was working for Winter Systems in Louisiana.
His trip down memory lane is broken when he hears Gunther. "Perimeter check? Yea, count me in." Erick said as he began to follow those who opted to venture back outside.
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Post by jblack on Apr 28, 2006 1:09:36 GMT -5
Jorinda lets Gunther pull her aside and listens to what he has to say. Matt had been called on the carpet, and been found lacking. Her expression seems to change to one of relief, as if she were glad that he had left the party. Even so, she hoped it was the right thing. She didn't know why he had come along or how he would benefit the party.
When Gunther calls for volunteers, Jorinda for the moment hangs back, seeing if all the others would go with him. If all of them do, then she will also go rather than be alone with Ed. She was being paid to provide security, and the interior was safe enough.
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Post by Xenomarch on Apr 28, 2006 2:59:45 GMT -5
"I'll start checking things out on the roof. I shouldn't be long. Gunther whistle if you need me."
I will go outside to the side or back of the building looking first for a fire escape ladder, if I don't find one I will extend my climbing claws and scale the side of the building.
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 28, 2006 20:35:12 GMT -5
"He can understand you perfectly well. He's not stupid." Ed seems shocked for a moment, before composing himself "Oh Sorry Gunther, but the few Trolls around here are not the brightest stars in the sky. Ed listen to Gunther, his expression getting more and more..less friendly and mean, his eyes getting narrow "Don't patronize me Gunther! I let you in so you won't attract attention, you DO stand out in Monroe..there's only 3 trolls in town and you ain't one of them..You better get in line and don't give the "I know more than you" only because you know how to write your name, ya'hear?"
Seeing that Gunther is leading everyone on a tour, Ed closed the door behind him, checking it twice to see it was really closed and went back to the back-store.
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Outside and around the store, nothing to go nuts over: The parking space takes the full lot around the store, the lot itself surrounded by a used wooden fence, a few planks missing here and there, a whole section out back completely missing, giving away to some barren field. The asphalt looks and feel new, the line separating the parking space are bring white, almost flashing in contrast of the black asphalt. A brand new green dumpster rests near a handle less metal door, probably leading the way into the back store.
Walking around you see 2 grey boxes, each with a blackened dome sticking at the bottom, hanging out hight from corners of the store. There's one at the right out front, and another one right over the handle less metal door. Out in the distance, you hear an 18-wheeler using his Jacob, a couple of birds singing, pretty calm.
======= Xeno: Walking around the lot, you see a ladder on the side, a padlocked metal fence covering it, about 7 to 8 feet high, Looking at the lock, you see that it is only passed in the loop, keeping the fence close, but not locked in. Taking it away and climbing up, you landed on the roof.
A flat roof, with pebbles all over, there's 8 rain drops, 2 on each side, a few ventilation shafts, and a small wooden construction, about 2'x2'x2' sits at the center of the roof, a small bag full of rocks lying inside. There's a few tools lying around, a hammer, a electrical drill, a carpenter's saw, a box of screws and some wood chips and wood dust.
You also see somebody leaving the small diner up the street, Using your cyber eyes to close-in, the person is a dwarf, red hair and beard, nicely trimmed, dressed in dress pants and black shirt, carrying 4 brown paper bags. A well-filled key ring is attacked to his used brown belt, moving left and right as he was walking fast toward the store. his head raised and he seems to notice you, which only made him walk faster in direction of the store.
(OOC: It's not a fire escape ladder, since there's only one floor to the store, there's no need for that. The ladder's mostly use to get construction and technicians to the ventilation system)
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Post by jblack on Apr 28, 2006 21:54:13 GMT -5
Since the others are going outside, Jorinda decides to join them and take in the sites. She doesn't know that much about security, but scans the place anyway. The place looks brand new, and the evidence of the construction is quite apparent. The place seemed fairly secure, for a soy cream parlor.
When they are satisified with looking around, Jorinda will follow the others back into the store.
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Post by gunther on Apr 28, 2006 23:58:08 GMT -5
"Ah, if only I was patronizing you EEEEDDDDDD...Actually it would have been good if we attracted attention, because then the attention would be on us and not on you and Mr. Lance and this store. Maybe you should think about that. Given the kind of talent that Mr. Jackson hired here for this, I would be worried about what was coming at me..." Gunther turns and walks outside with the others. As Xeno scales the ladder on the outside of the building, Gunther wanders over to the decrepit fence out back and has a look out into the field. Hmm, the fence could use fixing... he thinks to himself as he turns back to the building. The back door looks solid enough, and Mr. Lance seems to have some cameras installed. I wonder what he has to protect all that glass out front... Gunther wanders around to the front and has a closer look.
Gunther stands in front of the boarded up window for a few minutes. There was nothing to stop people from throwing bricks or rocks or whatever, thru the large glass windows that covered the front of the shop. Farm hands, bored and looking for trouble indeed... Tapping heavily on the glass, Gunther gets Ed's attention, waving him to come to the door.
"What do you want Gunther?" The elf asks. He doesn't like being patronized apparently... Gunther chuckles to himself. "What happened here chummer? Did you get it on camera?" Gunther asks, pointing a fat troll finger at the box with the half dome bottom hanging over the door Ed is sticking his head thru.
Ed was just about to respond when suddenly his attention was diverted from Gunther to something beyond the troll. About the same time, Xenomarch whistled down from the roof and pointed somewhere behind Gunther.
Turning, Gunther, Erick and Jorinda see the dwarf who appears to be the owner, Mr. Lance, approaching at a fast gait. Gunther waved Xenomarch down, and the nimble surveilance expert hit the ground before Mr. Lance could cross the parking lot...
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Post by jblack on Apr 29, 2006 13:18:12 GMT -5
Jorinda listens as Ed tries to relate what happened to the window, but they are interrupted by the sight of a dwarf heading heading towards the store, apparently at a fair clip. The owner of the place? Jorinda wonders. They'd find out soon enough, but from what she could get on Snohomish, a lot of people around these parts were Meta-haters, which could go a long way to explaining why the soy cream shack was being targeted.
Course, if that was the reason, it meant that hiring them as security might only exacerbate the problem and potential for trouble...
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 30, 2006 16:22:27 GMT -5
The dwarf make his way inside the parking lot, and stopped a few feet from you, looking at you with a rather serious look "What are doing here? Don't you see it's not open yet? And climbing on the roof? What the hell was that? don't you know it's dangerous..not to mention you're on a private property, beat it before I call LoneStar."
"Huh..Lance?..They're the security That Jackson send here to help" "WHAT? How come you know about this..Aaww..forget it, you should have made them wit inside Pinky, they don't know nothing and here they are, loitering around like this was a their squat." He said the last line, looking at Gunther "Didn't you people know how to look respectable? You're acting as security, not hired muscle..drek, just get inside.."
He motions at you to get inside, before getting in himself and putting the bags on a near-by table. "Here's you lunch Pinky..soy-smoked meat sandwich right?" "Yeah Lance, how much do I owe you?" "Forget it" "All right, thanks Lance!"
Ed started digging in his meal, the delicious smell spreading around the place. Lance put the remaining 3 bags on the table, before turning to face you
"Now, I'm willing to forget that little..'incident' that just happened..You were hired by that damn Jackson, so I don't blame it on you, but you better NOT do that again..loitering around, climbing on the roof..this ain't no barrens, people lives around here, I do expect a bit of good matters and good behavior" He sat down at the same table as Ed, opened a bag and started eating some soy-souvalkies platter. "Now..what are you guy's name again?"
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Post by gunther on Apr 30, 2006 18:40:11 GMT -5
Frag I hate Dwarves... Gunther thinks as the Owner, Mr. Lance walks up to the building and starts blasting everyone for doing what seemed to be prudent security measure. The first step was to familiarize yourself with the landscape.
"Pinky??" Gunther smirks as he follows everyone inside. The dwarf had been trying to insult him when he referred to the clothing that they all wore, but Gunther didn't care. He'd stopped caring about his appearance about the time he accepted that he couldn't, at least for the time being, change or reverse the goblinization process that he had undergone...
"Listen Mr. Lance, we're just familiarizing ourselves with your place here. Pinky...I mean EEEEEDDDDDD here, let us in when we identified ourselves, but wouldn't let us look around, and you were off getting...Lunch...
I am Gunther Liebold, this is Xenomarch, this guy over here in known as the Seer, and this lovely lady, you can call...'Belle'. And as for good behavior, you might have to define that a bit better for the likes of us. What we feel we have to do, is obviously different from what you expect, so we better get that sorted out.
You, I presume are Mr. Lance. And you have a security problem. Why in god's name you need the likes of us exactly, I am sure we are ALL dying to hear..." Gunther's voice fades to silence as he walks over and helps himself to half of Pinky's sandwich...
"He...hey!!!" Pinky whines as Mr. Lance glares at Gunther, who walks over and looks out thru the front windows...
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Post by jblack on Apr 30, 2006 20:00:44 GMT -5
Jorinda studies Mr. Lance as he starts berating them. What, did he expect them to show up dressed in actioneer suits? Mr. Jackson hadn't told them there was a dress code, though they hadn't asked either.
Gunther introduces her, and Jorinda smiles. Belle. It was a good a name as any, and wasn't there a gal from way back when named Belle Starr? She was a runner, too, though they called them outlaws back then.
While Gunther takes Pinky's sandwich, Jorinda steps forward. This called for a bit of feather smoothing. "Look, Mr. Lance. Your friend Mr. Jackson thought you needed some help, so he hired us. So do you need our help or not? If you don't, we'll blow this popsicle stand and head back to Seattle. If you do, then help us get on the same page."
The smell of the food reminded her that it had been a little while since they'd eaten. Perhaps when things were settled, she might head to the diner too.
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Post by Xenomarch on Apr 30, 2006 23:44:59 GMT -5
In a loud whisper to Gunther, "We need 120 gallons of ferro-crete, 300 meters of monowire and 3 Panthers and we can make this place secure."
[whisper=Braddoc]Did Yorgi ever get my call?[/whisper]
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Post by Braddoc on May 1, 2006 18:55:12 GMT -5
[whisper=Xenomarch]yeah he did get your call, he's looking into it finding a rigger that 2000 for 4 days..a bit hard..and he digging up some other info too..expect a call later tonight (In Game)[/whisper]
Lance watched outside, sighting strongly.. "Ed didn't want to let you tour the store because I wasn't there, that slack-jawed Jackson did told you to get into contact whit me right? If he didn't then I don't hold it against you, I guess you were only primed-up for the job..that's good..very good even..as for good behavior, that's is the perfect example of what I DON'T want. "He points to the half sandwich Gunther was eating with content "Now why didn't you walked over the diner and order one? At the very least, ask before you take..This ain't the "big city", this is Snohomish. People here are more community centered, good manners and all that crap is King here: For now it's not that big of a deal, but at the opening, I expect clean clothes, polite service and oh, Gunther, I know farming's the main business around here, but there's no need for straw bits in your hair"
"So you heard Lance , gimme my lunch" "Drop it Pinky!" Lance pointed in the air, talking with authority "Just take part of my lunch, I'll eat some more later...oh and don't laugh at the boy too..he's in a rough stretch, so cut him some slack"
Lance turned to face you all, sitting down in front of Ed. "Now, why you got hired...During the night, a couple of teenagers, 2, 3 sometimes, came hanging around here, nothing to get all crazy about, Ed just went outside and manage to get them to leave the perimeter...but for the last few days, they started coming more and more, up to the point where Ed was overwhelmed, 6-7 farm boys even with pepper punch are a handful to control..You'll have to patrol the perimeter and get those kids out of the store grounds."
"On opening day, you'll be visible security, they'll be a small ceremony, cutting of the ribbon stuff like that, and if Jackson managed to pull it off, we might even get a councilman to make his way here, he'll probably bring his bodyguard and some media, worst case I see is one news team, and Hank from the local paper." Lance opened a bag, licking his lips at the thought of eating, when a red pick-up truck screamed its tires in front of the store, before continuing driving down toward the Main. The screaming tires made Ed jump out of his chair and duck near it.
"Drek, he's back already? I thought a tree would have already fell on him.." Lance shook his head "Yeah, that's another problem..well he might not be a real problem, but if he ever comes around, it's better you know about it now than later."
"It's ok Lance, they won't be no trouble" Ed sat back on his chair, talking nervously, almost scared.
"No it won't be ok Pinky..that was Frederic..Ed's big brother, he works as a lumberjack in the SSC, goes away for 3 months then back for a month, then away again...It's no secret that Snohomish's full of racist bigots and Polis, and Frederic ain't to happy about having Ed here as a relative..I scared him a few times, but since I'm busy with the opening, I might not be there to help Ed here in case Frederic wants to try something. IF he ever tries something on Ed, just teach him a lesson, don't send him to the morgue, but give him a good reminder that we don't tolerate that kind of drek here. He'll be busy with farm work at the Pinkerton's place, but if he ever comes to town and start drek, you're free to act."
Lance looks at you all "Now, do you have anything you wanna know? If everything's clear, I'll give you the manager's tour of the joint."
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Post by jblack on May 1, 2006 21:59:23 GMT -5
Jorinda smiles. Lance didn't know the big city all that well, did he? She muses. "Taking" usually involved the use of a weapon.
Jorinda looks down at her travelling clothes. It wasn't a skirt, but she'd washed the pants, and it only had one visible sign of being repaired where an inner seam had come apart. It wasn't a pretty repair, but hell's bells, she wasn't much for sewing, and she didn't resort to using tape or glue to do it.
Jorinda listens to the plan, and her attention is definitely caught by the sight of the bright red truck and its squealing tires. She takes note of Ed's odd reaction, but soon learns his reason. Made perfect sense. Too bad really, wasn't Ed's fault he was born an elf. Wish the metahaters would figure out that it wasn't a lifestyle choice. She thinks, and shakes her head.
Jorinda will wait for Gunther to speak first. If her questions weren't answered, she would ask them later...
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Post by gunther on May 2, 2006 20:19:25 GMT -5
"First of all, Mr. Lance. I am Mr. Liebold to you. You are not my friend, so lets keep it professional.
As for cleaning up, that is not a problem. Just Mr. Jackson didn't happen to mention any need for that, so I and I am sure my companions here didn't come prepared for that. Something that is not unrectifiable.
Next. Mr. Jackson told us to be here ready to work. In this case we were to provide security for you and your establishment. Yes, we were told to contact you at a certain time at this location. It is not my problem that you were not here to 'give us the tour'. I did in fact ask for your LTG to establish communications early, but either you or Mr. Jackson deemed that unnecessary. Had we contacted you, say, when we were back in Seatle 3 hours ago, we could have, for instance taken care of your dress code requirement.
Furthermore, since you were not here, and left no instructions with your...helper, we took it upon ourselves as part of providing security for you, to familiarize ourselves with your establishment. If you don't feel that was appropriate, maybe you should have been here instead of off doing whatever..." Gunther throws down the half eaten sandwich on the table.
Walking over to the broken window, Gunther continues. "Now, maybe you should tell us the real reason you contacted Mr. Jackson to get some of the likes of us for handling a half dozen youths and an irrate brother. You could buy a guard dog, pretrained to patrol the perimeter, or hire some of these self same thugs for a fraction of the price. Or offer the local constabulary a small bribe to look after the place. Drek, there is all kinds of cheaper things you could do. So, why don't you be straight with us..." At the end, Gunther turns and stares intently at Mr. Lance.
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Post by jblack on May 2, 2006 21:25:44 GMT -5
Jorinda listens to Gunther and continues to wait for a response from her employer. A more plausible one.
And why exactly hadn't Jackson mentioned the dress code? Was he deliberately trying to needle Mr. Lance? And for what reason? They were supposed to be friends, right?
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