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Post by Falindraun on Feb 25, 2006 3:14:26 GMT -5
a very large troll that stands about 10' tall plus atleast another 8 inches or so for his horns which go straight up. As you notice his horns and the way he grows his facial hair he resembles the devil in appearance but without the tail. Mephisto walks past a strangely dressed troll and walks up to the bar and in a thick Egypyan accent asks for Dom about being an additional bouncer for the bar or an escort for the girls to get home safe, orders a large troll brew and waits at a neer by table as he gives the dancer on stage a 5¥ tip.
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Post by jblack on Mar 1, 2006 0:56:08 GMT -5
The threat of the Ripper was gone, but that didn't change the fact that Jorinda had lost three of her co-workers. And with them gone, it meant the rest of the girls had to work that much harder. J.J. was still the one they came to see, but with Elektra gone, Jorinda now did almost as many shows as her fellow elf. The extra pay and sympathy tips were certainly nice, but at the end of the day, she'd much prefer having them back.
She was up in five. Jorinda takes a deep breath. It was a lot easier dancing in front of an audience now than when she first started. The trick was to focus on the music, not on the crowd.
As the music begins, Jorinda gets on stage. On with the show....
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Mar 1, 2006 23:01:11 GMT -5
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Post by Braddoc on Mar 1, 2006 23:02:45 GMT -5
(what's the matter Johnson? Never saw an elven stripper before?)
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Mar 1, 2006 23:10:16 GMT -5
of course.. what do you think JJ is... im just suprised that Jorindas getting so liberal with her clothes all of a sudden... kinda kewl
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Post by Braddoc on Mar 1, 2006 23:11:46 GMT -5
Yeah, now to take care of that whole "I'm an elf" side of her.
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Post by emyaj on Mar 1, 2006 23:12:07 GMT -5
please say I am working the bar lol
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Post by Braddoc on Mar 1, 2006 23:18:10 GMT -5
Why not mix JJ and Jorinda then? That'll bring in some creds, and maybe vice swquad and guys with opticams...but it'll be worth it.
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Post by Falindraun on Mar 2, 2006 0:19:41 GMT -5
In a thick Egyptian accent the very tall troll says to the bartender, "Is Dom here tonight id like to speak to him about a job as a bouncer here?"
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Post by jblack on Mar 3, 2006 0:42:53 GMT -5
of course.. what do you think JJ is... im just suprised that Jorindas getting so liberal with her clothes all of a sudden... kinda kewl All depends upon the mood of the player. But to be honest, I have other characters (for other games) that do interesting things. One game, I my character had an assistant that was also her lover. And between us, we wrote a rather...interesting interlude. Did I mention my character's assistant was female?
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Post by Braddoc on Mar 3, 2006 21:31:21 GMT -5
No, but feel free to post it.
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Post by Porter on Mar 25, 2006 10:01:09 GMT -5
Standing outside the Eager Beaver, Erick pulled the edges of his lined coat around his broad frame, attempting to keep away the cold touch of the night. The stones had not brought him here this night. Rather it was tedium of late. His emerald orbs narrowed to a pair of stragglers who exited the building and begin to wander off into the shadows of the nearest alley. “A deal in the making?” Erick muttered. Perhaps the talk was true and he might find some work. Erick took a cautious glance over his shoulder, ensuring no one’s attention was focused on him when he proceeded towards the double doors and entered the bar.
More questions than answers. That had been the common theme for Erick since returning from the little excursion to California. The promise of answers disappeared quickly before his eyes. Now he was left with the dream still and a disturbing feeling that reside in his gut. The only thing to bring him the smallest bit of satisfaction was when he learned Knute had been dealt with.
Erick kept his pace when he entered the bar, moving along the far wall until he found an empty table that would give him a tactical view of his surroundings. He continued to casually glance around the room, taking in who was present as he maneuvered around a series of tables until he found a suitable location.
Then there was the botched run. Over the recent weeks Erick efforts to track the ‘package’ had become futile. He had been unable to locate Chon, which was not the norm. This made him start to think the Komun’go might be the cause behind the absence. Despite some time had passed, Chon told Erick that they never forget.
Attempting to catch the attention of a passing waitress, Erick draws out a credstick, allowing it to roll back and forth over his fingers as his gaze wanders around the room, trying to get a better feel of the clientele.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2006 10:42:44 GMT -5
Surveying the clientelle, Erick notices a familiar face across the room. The face is attached to the shortend frame of a stocky dwarf hunched over a mug of synthahol beer. The small framed meta looks distinctly uncomfortable perched as he is on a tall stool near one end of the bar. 'Wheels' appears to chatting intermittently with the bartender when the bartender is not busy helping others.
And busy he is, as its almost time for the headliner to start her second show of the night. "The Eager Beaver presents 'JJ', Three shows nightly." the sign out front had stated. The music changes cresendo as a slow, sultry, seductive song begins and the lights go down. A single spotlight highlights the dangling silver curtain that marks the entrance to the stage. All eyes are drawn to the sparkling display and a hush falls on the full house.
The curtain is parted by a hand, and a shapely leg is slowly extended, knee first then the leg extends showing the calf, ankle and foot. The knee flexes and the lower part of the leg flexes up and down in a slow seductive kick...
Glancing around Erick you notice everyone is intently focused on the show. Everyone except the people who work the bar, that is, and 'Wheels'. He seemed to glance at the dance floor, then turned back to his mug and continued to talk to the 'tender....
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Post by Porter on Mar 27, 2006 0:14:22 GMT -5
A few moments before the lights go down, a hint of a grin spreads when he catches sight of the dwarf at the bar. He was someone Erick had not seen since the return from California. Though things went different than most of them had planned, each one had return in one piece and made a small profit. And perhaps it would result in more things down the road.
When the lone light broke the darkness, Erick’s hopes of receiving a drink are dashed until the show is over. Despite the initial glances towards the hidden treasure behind the curtain, he rises to his full height. He managed to take a clear path over to the bar without offending too many onlookers who have their jaws hanging down to the floor by the time the woman comes into full view. Reaching an empty stool next to Wheels, Erick rests against it and offers a small nod to the bartender when he glances in his direction.
“Scotch and one for him.” Erick says as he nods in Wheels direction. He offers up a credstick when the drinks are delivered. Erick glances over his shoulder for a moment and catches sight of wonderment on stage. A low whistle is heard through his parted lips as his fingers carefully wrap around the tumbler, not wanting to spill a drop.
“Wonder if that little drekhead Knute could look like that?” Erick asks, giving the man a quick wink.
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Post by jblack on Mar 27, 2006 1:06:39 GMT -5
After her own set as warm up act for the headliner, Jorinda goes back to her more mundane duties of waiting tables. She walks to the bar to talk to the bartender and she hears a familier voice speaking a name she never wanted to hear again.
It was her fellow victim. What did he call himself? The Seer.
She chooses to bring him back to sober reality. "You know he could have." She replies, her face betraying a bit of annoyance. That drekhead shapeshifter had cost her more than a few respect points with Dom. Added to the loss of the package, small wonder she wasn't getting more assignments...or a lot of the better shifts.
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