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Post by Braddoc on Dec 19, 2006 23:59:46 GMT -5
All right, I"ll post tommorow..for now, bedtime for me
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Post by Braddoc on Dec 21, 2006 0:10:40 GMT -5
After about 2 hours of waiting and watching the amateurs, about 15 of them, some having done dancing for more than 15 minutes, while others were an embarrassment to the profession, John's cellphone rang. Not recognizing the number, Jorinda picked it up, thinking that it might be Cliff.
The ganger on the other end of the line seemed panicked, or at the least, very exited. "Hey there 'lil missy, we just beat up 2 cops, but we had to shot 2 more while driving away. We want the rest of the cash and then we're gonna get some cool down at our place, you want in?..where you at now?"
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Post by Xenomarch on Dec 21, 2006 17:55:10 GMT -5
See you guys after the 26th. Merry Holidays and what not.
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Post by jblack on Dec 22, 2006 2:58:23 GMT -5
When the LTG rings, John hands it off to Jorinda when he sees the unfamiliar number show up, thinking it was the gangers. Sure enough it was them. Cliff seemed excited. What, had he never beat someone up before?
Covering the phone, she addresses Xeno. "Mission accomplished." She tells him. "Still at the same titty bar you left us at, watching the amateur hour." She replies, brushing off his invitation.
(Sorry John, trying to compensate for Braddoc's post)
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Post by Braddoc on Dec 23, 2006 1:13:51 GMT -5
You can hear some talking in the back, Cliff himself move his phone away from his mouth. You can't say what's being said, but it doesn't seems like an argument, more like someone explaining something to someone. "So any good ones tonight? Quality's been low for the last few months, all the good ones end up on dope and burn, not that i have something to do with it..we'll be there in about 30 minutes, get the money ready."
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Post by jblack on Dec 24, 2006 1:03:12 GMT -5
Jorinda shrugs, but replies. "I've seen a lot better." Hell, she could do a lot better. And just what did he mean by that comment? Was it a denial of guilt, or was it an expression of regret? 30 minutes? Damn, if they were going to have to wait that long, she could just go perform and take the prize money. "I'll give him the message." She replies, and hangs up. She then turns to Xeno. "They're on their way back for the rest of their money."
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Post by Falindraun on Dec 26, 2006 12:54:40 GMT -5
"So who is paying these guys? So whats next after this?"
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Post by Xenomarch on Dec 27, 2006 12:31:35 GMT -5
<yawn> "Don't worry your pretty little head over money Hardcastle. Just as soon as Jorinda wriggles her butt up onto the stage she'll have the prize money. Even if she doesn't, this is my buy not yours."
When do we actually do something Simon? I haven't had anything to do since that interaction the other day with those flatfeet. I need more to do! Don't worry Xenomarch, as soon as the payoff is made and we can ditch Mr. Ineedtobuttmyuglyfacein, then we'll go after the gang. I was thinking that you could work your mojo and we just take them out one at a time. Personal like. Course we may need to distract J with some less... "delicate" orientated assignment. Just so that her nerves aren't frazzeled by the gore and such. If need be we can send her to check up on Gunther and see if he's croaked yet or if the big lug is pulling through. Anyway we do this I'm pretty sure you'll get your fill of action.
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Post by jblack on Dec 28, 2006 0:32:13 GMT -5
At John's words, she rolls her eyes. Hadn't he been paying attention? She wonders. Well, maybe she should compete. She gets up from the table. "Xeno's taking care of it." She replies to echo Xeno's own. "Since we got some time to kill, I'll be right back." She goes up to the bartender to throw her hat in the ring, so to speak.
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Post by Braddoc on Dec 28, 2006 1:03:04 GMT -5
The bartender was busy cleaning glasses when Jorinda walked up to him. He smiled at her, expecting why she was here for "So, finally decided to get into it huh? I hope you're good, most of the guys seemed actually bored by what they had to...'endure' up 'til now. Fraggin' mob takin' all the good ones for their fancy place in Touristville or somethin', lowering the quality for the rest of us."
He took a piece of paper from under the bar "All right, just gimme your 'artist' name." He picked up a small blue square plastic chip whit '23' printed on it. "After that, just give that to the big Ork near the changing room door, he'll let you in, you want how much time to get prepared? I"ll inform the announcer, just pay attention to what's being said so you don't come out late, that'll blow...winner is decided by applause, and they didn't applauded that much, short of that Mercedes woman, she seemed to got some experience" He lightly laughed "So, got any questions?"
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Post by jblack on Dec 28, 2006 1:58:38 GMT -5
Jorinda simply says nothing in reply to the bartender's remark. He'd just have to wait and see, won't he? She takes the chip and looks at the 23 printed on it. She'd have preferred 21, but she was late. "The name's Starr." As in Belle Starr, but he doubted he'd catch it.
"Give me five minutes." She didn't need a lot of time to change, and it was more in how much you took off than in what you started with. "But no, no questions." She'd done this enough times before that she knew the drill.
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Post by jblack on Dec 30, 2006 2:38:17 GMT -5
Good thing I brought some clothes to change into. Jorinda thinks quietly as she crosses the room to show the chip to the Ork at the door. The Ork looks her up and down, but takes the chip from her. Jorinda offers the Ork an insincere smile and goes into the room.
There were a few other women in there changing, and their smug expressions seem to evaporate as they size up their latest competition. Jorinda doesn't give them a second glance, but is careful to stand in front of a mirror while she changes. Women were among the most vicious when it came to competitions, and she wasn't stupid enough to turn her back on them.
Changing didn't take her long. She watches as the next lady is called to the stage, a halfway decent looking Ork with the stage name of Cherry. Based on the fading stretch marks, she didn't look like she'd been a Cherry for a good long while.
Finally it is Jorinda's turn, though it takes a couple seconds for her to register that they were calling her. She'd used a different name at the Beaver. Still clad in the long coat, buttoned up tightly, she begins her dance. They hadn't offered her a choice of music, but it seemed that it was more random selection. Trying to keep time with the slightly uptempo beat, she begins to move her hips and starts to slowly undo the coat, offering a glimpse of the skimpier outfit underneath before turning away and then back again to start the process of removing the coat a few inches at a time, until she finally allows it to slide off her body into a puddle of black.
She wasn't sure how long the music would last, so Jorinda is a little faster to take off the rest, until she is clad only in her bra and panties. So clad, she continues the dance until the music finally winds down.
(Athletics test + 2 combat pool [dice=6][dice=6] [dice=6][dice=6] )[rand=075330501117085396074463927197545967777588584235518473131829692613]
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Post by Xenomarch on Dec 30, 2006 5:18:21 GMT -5
((And who said the porn industries couldn't get into RPGs))
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Post by Braddoc on Dec 30, 2006 21:05:32 GMT -5
Jorinda's number seems to have sparked the interest of the patrons, who didn't hesitate to whistle few times and encourage her to take it all off. Unfortunately for them, the music faded away when she was beginning to do that "And a big hands for Starr. Nice show she did. Now that's brings us to the end of our little show here, so time to decide who wins the pot!..Our first dancer, Bobby!"
One by one the dancers shows up on stage and the customers cheers on. While most of them sounded like polite clapping, only another girl, some pretty looking elf, and Jorinda seems to have sparks the patron's hearts, among other things.
"Well group, it seems we have almost a tie, but my cyberear did caught more noise for one of them, so tonight's winner is..Starr! C"mon on out here sweetheart and come get your 500 Nuyen"
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Post by Falindraun on Dec 31, 2006 10:13:38 GMT -5
As 'Starr' danced on stage he chapped and whistled loudly a few times. Then again when she was brought out at the end to make sure she won, cause any little bit helps. "Well the statment was more aimed at what we are doing after this." After J-girl gets off stage and recieves her prize money he congratulates her. "So whats next?"
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