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Post by Xtreme on Jul 10, 2005 18:58:29 GMT -5
I figured ill start this off since some people are too shy... im still new to the PBP posting thing so bear with me A young man in dark clothing pulls up to the curb in what appears to be a motorcycle that had definitely been adored. The bike barley makes a whisper of noise as his operator parks before a bar known as "The Eager Beaver' located almost smack dab downtown seattle.. it was a new strip bar in the area, and one that gained massive popularity almost overnight due to the main attraction.. JJ. He dismounts his bike, brushing back his long black trench-coat, he checks his piece,(making sure its in place) straitens his reflective platinum style sunglasses, and runs his fingers through his long blond hair.. after noting everything in order, he pulls a box from a compartment on the side of his box and starts to walk up to the giant double doors leading into the bar..after setting the alarm on the bike, he opens the right door into a hallway where stood an Orc Bouncer Mort: "oui Stylez, what err you up to"? Scott(stylez): "Long day chummer, is the boss in? I gotta get these supplies to him before I go home." Mort: Go ahead in Scott heads walks through the doorway into a room filled with exotic dancers, music, booze and people. J.J. walks up to Scott, gives him a seductive grin (as she always does) and continues to waitress her drinks to the customers. A variety of corp men and laborers sat along the bar, talking, laughing and shouting, it was just another night here. Dom<owner and bartender>: "oui chummer, whats goin on?" Scott: "got your gun parts bud." Dom<owner and bartender>: "Thanks man.. can I get ya something to drink... non-alcoholic of course" ::he says with a grin:: Scott: "yea, ill take a Kamikaze if you please" ::grinning back:: "hey, do you mind if I use a corp room for a while, wanna smoke a blunt while I relax." Dom<owner and bartender>: :: as he pours a mixture of Mountain Dew, Jolt plat and Redbull Nitro:: "of course chummer, not too long though, we start to pick up about this point." Scott: :: taking his drink:: "tis all good, I wont be long" Scott starts to leave the bar headed for the stairs to the second floor. ( you can see the layout of the Eager Beaver at theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=places&action=display&n=1&thread=519 )
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Post by mechwarrior5 on Jul 11, 2005 15:50:04 GMT -5
"Yo Scotty, is dat you?" a gruff voice calls out over the din of pounding music.
It only takes a moment of looking before you locate the speaker--a large ork with a shaved head wearing a worn leather jacket, pair of jeans, and a dark blue collared shirt--the kind of attire you could easily hide a well-placed weapon in. He has a conspicuous scar on his forehead, and his eyes are made of pure chrome. The most striking part of his body, though, is his obvious cybernetic hand.
"Yeah, it's you omae." He moves forward, offering you the cybernetic hand in a hand shake. "Da name's Peaches."
He waits a moment, reading the confusion on your face. "I dunno if you remember me or not, but you did some detail work on muh harley. Damn fine, too--dis neat lil' chinese dragon gold inlay over da black paint. Dat ring a bell at all?"
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Post by Xtreme on Jul 11, 2005 16:08:35 GMT -5
The confused look is replaced with recognition, though the face was a little unfamiliar, the work was definitely known. " Oui chummer, hows that bad boy treatin ya, you should lemme pep it up for ya sometime." A mischievous grin over-washes his face.
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Post by GreatMilenko on Jul 14, 2005 13:20:20 GMT -5
The front door opens to reveal a human dressed in a black longcoat. He seems exceptionally out of place, as he looks around with that "tourist" look. Despite the uncomfortability of his new surroundings, the human walks towards the bar and orders a beer. He shoots a look out towards the orc and human talking.
"Barkeep..." he says.
"oui?"
"J.J."
"She's... busy... in big demand... yer gonna hafta wait yer turn"
The human takes his beer and moves to a booth in the corner. Reaching into his inner jacket pocket, he pulls out a deck of tarot cards. He looks at the 2 talking men again, then he spreads the cards out in front of him and draws 3 random cards. He looks deep in thought for a moment, then puts the cards away, a relieving look on his face.
(based on the idea that Scott didn't actually make it to the 2nd floor, since Peaches stopped him)
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Post by mechwarrior5 on Jul 14, 2005 13:37:26 GMT -5
Peaches chuckles, "She's collecting dust in my garage, to tell you the truth. When you start getting old, the prospect of falling off of one of those bad boys is a little scarier than it used to be. Are you a regular here? I haven't seen you much."
He nods to the dark angsty fellow reading tarrot cards in the corner booth, "You know that guy? 'cos he's been making eyes at us for the past fifteen seconds."
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Post by emyaj on Jul 14, 2005 13:54:07 GMT -5
Coming from around the corner of the dressing rooms. An elf goes up to the end of the bar nods at Dom while sitting on the stool at the end. He proseeds to take in the patrons and eyes the man reading the tarot cards as well as one drinking the kamikaze. He looks at the orc then turns to watch the stage and the show currently goin on.
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Post by Xtreme on Jul 14, 2005 14:18:41 GMT -5
"hmmm.. im not sure chummer.. I havent slept in the last 18 hours and its a little dark in here.. just doin a quick delivery, headin upstairs for a bit.. then takin off.. if the inspectors see an eighteen year old in a bar like this, Dom will get in some serious drek" The young man downs his odd mixture.. soon after his muscles begin to twitch ever so slightly as if new life had entered into his body "WHOOOOOOOOO.. that a strong blast.. HAHA.. as for your bike man, its a good set of wheels, if you dont want it, lemme fix it up a bit and youll get a better price from it.. "
the young man starts to walk for the staircase "im headed up to the corp rooms, Dom lets me use it to relax, best seats in the whole place.. gonna run up and burn one if you wanna come along..im sure the guy at the bar will be here still when I return.."
the caffine jolt has seemingly taken effect as Scotts words seem to spew out faster and faster and his body now seems anxious and jumpy, as if his cloths were made from Mexican Jumping Beans
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Post by fluffysquirrel on Jul 14, 2005 18:16:17 GMT -5
A tall, scarred ork wearing jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket with rather lurid designs on the back walks into the club, glancing around a second and apparently not seeing anyone he knows, before heading over to the bar and sitting down.
After a short while, the barkeeper comes over.
Charlie: "A bottle o' coke thanks... ... " He peers around at the stage for a while as his drink is retrieved.
Charlie: "Hey, what acts are on tonight? I heard good things about this place."
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Post by Braddoc on Jul 14, 2005 21:46:12 GMT -5
The Americar saw better days. the brakes were skreeching, the motor had an unusual noice and a nice rust decal was forming on it's side. Some young guy, wearing work clothes, some wierd pair of glasses and a dirty camo jacket steps up of the car. "The Eager Beaver..Well so far so good"
He enters the club and stopped a while looking around, saw a guy playing with a deck of cards "Playing solitaire in here? Must have been in an argument with the wife haha.." and stepped to the bar. He sees the Bartender talking to some Ork, the rest of the patrons where regular 7-to-5-ers suits and some blue-collars joes. He also noticed some elf sitting in the bar's corner. He turned around to enjoy the show, when the bartender turn to him.
Dom: "Oui sir?"
Four-Eyes:" Hello sir, I'll have a double-whisky on the rocks please."
Dom:"And what kind?"
Four-eyes:"Canadian Club"
Dom: "Or course sir... .... ... Here you got sir."
Four-Eyes:"Thanks, so is it always this crowdy?"
Dom:"Actually, this is pretty empty, it's gonna be full soon"
Four-Eyes left the bar and when searching for a seat not too far from the stage, but not to close too. Seems the only place left was the boot next to that card guy.
"Well better than nothing I guess"
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Post by GreatMilenko on Jul 14, 2005 22:09:35 GMT -5
Downing the rest of my beer and seeing the stranger coming in my direction, I stand up and moving stealthy towards the bar... I sneak up on the silver haired guy at the bar peering at the show. I whisper in his ear "the silver samurai... the cards told me you were here... where's J.J.?"
If he turns, I meet him with a grin and a beer. If he doesn't turn, I'll pull up a bar stool next to him.
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Post by emyaj on Jul 15, 2005 9:30:29 GMT -5
I turn toward the man who sat next to me take the beer and say " She still in the changing room gettin ready for her next dance" while grinning " So do you know who was with Styles?"
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Post by GreatMilenko on Jul 15, 2005 12:02:18 GMT -5
I sit down at the bar next to Quick. "Is THAT who that really is? I thought I recognized him, but whats he doin up here in Seattle? And no, I have no idea who that is with him..."
I order a drink for Quicksilver... and another for myself. I glance over at Stylez quick, make affirmation, and turn towards Quick again... *nervous smirk*
"I'm nervous chum... I haven't seen her since high school... how've you 2 been? I came up here to find you guys, the tarot told me to keep my eyes open and sure enough, I came across a flyer with J.J.'s pic on it. *serious face* Gimme the heads up man... does she think I'm a killer?" *nervous, yet sad grin*
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Post by emyaj on Jul 15, 2005 13:14:11 GMT -5
No worries chum , you are as much a racist as I am into trog porn. We are doin fine J.J. dances and helps around the place and I work behind the bar for few extra nuyen but we knew was you wouldn't have killed Bronson. So umm... what DID happen I mean I know you are into that kung-fu stuff but how did he end up less ... lively?
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Post by GreatMilenko on Jul 15, 2005 22:26:07 GMT -5
*looks down shamefully*
"I'm not too sure... I've done a little research on that magic stuff and I think I may have some in me. In competitions, I suddenly get this intense rush of adrenaline and suddenly I'm hitting with an insane force. I was drug tested 3 times last year... of course I came up clean."
*face turns a little red*
"Bronson really made me angry... when I hit him, it was as if something came over me... I didn't even feel my punch connect... it's been like that ever since... the angrier I am, the harder I can hit."
*drinks several gulps of beer...*
"Jakob's next..." *clenching the fist not holding beer*
*silently stares at beer... looking deep in thought*
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Post by emyaj on Jul 16, 2005 5:15:58 GMT -5
"Jakob??? his little Drek-head of a brother?? He even know where you are?" I take a drink as I reliaze things gonna get messy if that guy is trying to even the score and drudges up Noah's past here. " Well if he is around and ya want help you know where to find me."
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