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Post by Xenomarch on May 31, 2006 13:25:38 GMT -5
<calling Jorinda's #>"Hey Jorinda. It's Simon. Gunther and I, well Gunther mostly, just set an incident in motion that I wanted you to be aware of. It involves the Walker Bros and Ed's brother. Should be rather interesting to hear about and hopefully divert any attention from the Parlor for a day or two if it goes as planned."((Posted in the other thread too))
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Post by jblack on May 31, 2006 22:41:10 GMT -5
Jorinda is busy dancing, so for the moment, the cell phone goes straight to voice mail, allowing Xeno to leave her a message.
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Post by Braddoc on Jun 1, 2006 19:24:34 GMT -5
[whisper=jblack,Braddoc]Billy starts dancing, and you immediately follow up. It's not the same as dancing at the Beaver, but dancing is dancing "Yeah, you're doing it like you're a natural." Billy seems damn happy, if not the large smile on his face, it's the small laughs he let out once in a while. "Hey Bill, you gonna haul her up all night? We're getting bored watching you have all th'fun." "Yeah let us get some fun too y'know?" One ork's pleasure is another ork's pain, the others stuck with watching the 2 of you dancing away while they're stuck drinking at the bar with Hank grinning , seeing the beers go down and his tip go up.
After a few songs, Billy steps down and goes get a drink. He didn't even reached the bar when a taller, larger ork steps in "My turn now lady." He grabs you and put you at eye level with him, which put you a good 2-3 inch from the ground and starts dancing, which to him, seems to involve turning in circles while moving in all directions to much of the other's pleasures, his 'performance' gave him quite a few laughs from the other metas, and Henry too. Your cell phone rings, but being as busy as you are, whoever's calling will get the voicemail.
Half-way into the second, or third dance, you noticed 2 trolls entering the bar, one in dirty coverall, work boots and Black T-Shirt, the other jeans, work boots and a well-ironed blue shirt. They seems to be talking with Henry, pointing in your direction a few times. Hank just raised his shoulders, explaining something too them, but with the music and 'dancing' it was hard to get what they were talking about. Your partner puts you back on solid ground "I'm getin' dizzy, dancin' ain't my thing, I"m more into watching others dance." He gets to the bar, greeting the Trolls "Paulie, Walter, still workin' at Parker's dirt farm? How's life?" The Troll with the well-ironed shirt spoke first "Yeah, still working there, and we got pay today. You like my shirt? Ma Parker did it for me 'cuz I shot 4 groundhogs last week." The one ones laughs out like any troll would, hard and loud "Me tip over 10 cows, and only got tha' mista Parka mad. He wanted cream me thought of shaking them after dat, but mista Parka sez no." The patrons exchanged a few laughs and accomplice looks, it was clear to say Paulie was more than a few tools short of a full toolbox.
At that moment, Seer enters the bar, the metas looks at him with suspicion[/whisper]
[whisper=Porter,Braddoc]Making your way downstairs, you came into the bar. There's some orks and 2 Trolls, the ork looks at you with suspicion, while the bartender, a human, politely nods at you come in. Jorinda is standing alone, a few steps from the ones gathered at the bar. The patrons mostly ignore you, and seems to be whispering to each other. "Good evening sir. Want something to drink?" The bartender smiles a warm smile, but you do feel like you're more or less welcomed here. [/whisper]
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Post by jblack on Jun 2, 2006 1:16:07 GMT -5
[whisper=jblack,Braddoc]Billy starts dancing, and you immediately follow up. It's not the same as dancing at the Beaver, but dancing is dancing "Yeah, you're doing it like you're a natural." Billy seems damn happy, if not the large smile on his face, it's the small laughs he let out once in a while. "Hey Bill, you gonna haul her up all night? We're getting bored watching you have all th'fun." "Yeah let us get some fun too y'know?" One ork's pleasure is another ork's pain, the others stuck with watching the 2 of you dancing away while they're stuck drinking at the bar with Hank grinning , seeing the beers go down and his tip go up. Jorinda rolls her eyes. She'd been right in her prediction. Hank had lost one big tip, but gained significantly more. After a few songs, Billy steps down and goes get a drink. When Billy releases her, Jorinda tries to make her way to the bar, only to have a large ork impede her progress. Drek. She got herself into this, though. Since she is off the ground, the only thing she can do is focus on one point so that she doesn't get dizzy. Once she was back on solid ground, Jorinda decides to make her way back to the bar, to finish the rest of the beer Billy had bought her. At that moment, Seer enters the bar, the metas looks at him with suspicion[/whisper]
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Post by Porter on Jun 3, 2006 21:23:32 GMT -5
His emerald gaze glances around the room the moment he enters the bar. A quick shake of his head is offered to the bartender. "No thanks, just stopped in lookin' for someone."
With that, a tentative smile crept onto his lips when he saw Jorinda was still here. Erick's attention remains on her when she saunters over, resting against the bar to keep the majority of the patrons within his field of vision.
Before Erick can speak up, the woman greets him with a peck on his check. "Nah, was goin' to head over to check on the two of them, thought you might want to join me." Erick answered as the scenes from the dream replayed once more. "Somethin' about this is startin' to bug me more now."
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Post by jblack on Jun 4, 2006 16:54:50 GMT -5
Before Erick can speak up, the woman greets him with a peck on his check. "Nah, was goin' to head over to check on the two of them, thought you might want to join me." Jorinda nods. "Sure thing." She replies, and turns to the others. "Sorry gents, duty calls." She pretty much figured Hank had clued them in as to why she and the others were around. She then follows the Seer out of the bar and back towards the parlor. Jorinda looks at him. "Oh?" She asks, intrigued. "Like what? That the guy hired professional exterminators when all he needed was a fly swatter?"
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Post by Braddoc on Jun 4, 2006 21:23:45 GMT -5
As you leave the bar, an ork came in, bloodied, dirty and messed up. He collapses on the floor, out of breath and visibly in bad shape.
"Drek Jim-Bob!" The ork patrons pick him up and put him down on a chair "Th' hell happened to 'ya?..Hank! Something Stiff!"
Jim-Bob gained his breath and drank a shot of liquor, which seems to help him to regain some of his senses "Them..them gangers frags from Redmond...they..they came back..I manage to get 1 or 3 but they got me by behind..ganged up on..they left me for dead..th'old man locked himself in the house..dunno how long he'll be ok..'sorry I should have been more careful....get on the shotty b'fore I got into a brawl..drek I don't wanna loose m'job..I 'm sorry guys..drek.."
"Shove it Jim-Bob, you did all you could..how'd you get here?" "Old man Jameson's truck..out front, still rolling.." The largest ork in the bunch gets back to the bar "Hank gimme the shotgun." "Hank gave out an innocent look "Shotgun? What do mean I hav.." "GIMME THE SHOTGUN YOU GOT UNDER THE BAR, EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU GOT ONE THERE." Hank lowers himself under the bar and gets out a pump-action shotgun and a box of shells. "I need it back, don't go crazy out there..want me to call the cops?" "No, call the Wagonniers, he got into a brawl over some money, y'hear?" The ork grab the shotgun and the box, leading the others outside "C'mon boys, let's go hunt some Barrens dreks!"
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Post by jblack on Jun 4, 2006 22:06:47 GMT -5
Jorinda stops as the ork is brought in. Holy drek! Someone had beaten the crap out of him. She looks to the Seer as if to say "should we stop and get involved, or head to the Soycream parlor?'
But the gangers, that still didn't really track. Why would they come here to cause trouble?
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Post by Porter on Jun 7, 2006 12:02:54 GMT -5
Erick watches the scene unfold before him and Jorinda. Taking in what is said between the group before they head out of the bar with one thing in mind. His hand presses against his barrel chest, feeling the warm energy emitting from his healing fetish. Erick's thoughts are now on the situation continue as he hears Jorinda ask the question. Now to decide which fork in the road to take.
(( OCC - Is the injured ork heading out with them or is he staying behind in the bar? ))
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Post by Braddoc on Jun 7, 2006 16:38:23 GMT -5
(OOC: No, the injured ork is staying at the bar..now there's only the injured ork, the 2 trolls, Hank the bartender, Jorinda and Seer.)
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Post by Porter on Jun 8, 2006 13:42:18 GMT -5
Glancing back to Jorinda as he gives a small shake of his head. Deciding to to conserve his energy now since deep down he felt he was going to need every ounce of it. Hopefully it would be enough when the time came.
"We might be in somethin' bigger than we think. Let's go meet up with the others and I'll explain." Erick says as he turns back towards the door once Jorinda begins to move with him.
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Post by Braddoc on Jun 9, 2006 21:02:52 GMT -5
(OOC:Since you're going to the store, please now post in First Shift.)
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Post by jblack on Jun 10, 2006 0:12:30 GMT -5
Jorinda offers an apologetic glance to Hank. The Seer was probably right, and there was nothing that she could do for the injured ork except maybe wash off the blood and offer him some soft words.
The mood was somber and quiet now, and Jorinda finally hears her cell phone registering a message. She looks at the missed call log. It was Xeno. Well, they'd be talking to them soon enough.
Standing next to the Seer, Jorinda walks just a few steps behind him, keeping a close watch for signs of trouble as they walk the short distance to the soy cream parlor.
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