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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 4, 2015 13:03:22 GMT
Natasha moved a little closer to Slade, opening letting go of her fur coat to let it hang open fully. She turned smoothly, hips gyrating to soft music that was pumped into the room. Though she found what she heard interesting she did her best not to make it appear that way.
Her back now facing Harlan, Kitty moved her behind around, bent forward slightly so it was on full show. She looked over her shoulder and blew a kiss at the man.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 4, 2015 14:29:02 GMT
Harlan slipped her a hundred. "Make me happy, Pussycat."
Wick added, "You realize it's been fifteen years. They grow more powerful every year. If you can't handle the job, we have specialists who can handle it."
Harlan didn't let Wick's comments dim his enthusiasm. "Well, it's a good thing I can handle it."
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 4, 2015 14:33:45 GMT
Natasha took the hundred and slipped it into the strap of her thong, before slowly slipping out of her fur coat. She moved closer to Harlan, one hand tracing across his chest, before she turned about again and began to give him a lap dance. The closer she was, the better she could hear.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 5, 2015 11:52:22 GMT
"I still don;t see why you need them... what are you doing, looking for the secret of life?"
Wick rubbed his eyes in contemplation before answering. "Ever heard of the Philosopher's Stone?"
"Yeah, first Harry Potter book. Voldemort tries to use it restore himself to full form, but Harry end up stopping him, so he has turn himself into a lich instead in book four."
Wick just stared at the mobboss. "...what are you babbling about?"
"You know, the Sorcerer's Stone! They're wizards and shit! How have you not seen the movies?! With the motherfucking Quidditch! Isn't that, like, required reading where you're from?"
Wick glared at him and simply answered, "No."
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 5, 2015 12:15:39 GMT
Natasha wondered what on earth the man was talking about but did not let it stop her from doing her best to dance. She spun about and rocked her hips back and forth, hoping the dance would be worth it. She sort of preferred it when the customer wasn't paying her full attention - the creeps that stared and grinned were the worst.
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on May 5, 2015 19:25:36 GMT
Still in his civies, with a duffel bag hung over is shoulder, Fenris Ryker arrived outside The House of White Lace, inspecting it with a tactical eye and a note of disdain. In his international travels he had seen no shortage of strip clubs, whorehouses, brothels, and dens of ill repute. They should not look this polished and upscale, the merc preferring seedy to false airs. It was just an excuse to overcharge for a task that could be better accomplished for a tenth the price in a back alley.
He looked to see what security was at the door, as well as note any cameras.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 5:03:15 GMT
Fenris Ryker INT: 12
The street entrance was designed to appeal more than intimidate, , but it still had it musclebound bouncers at the door, a camera observing the outside entrance area, and what was clearly an employees entrance through the nearby alley. The building to be at least two, possibly three, floors tall, with no clear evidence of a basement.
The entrance policy seemed to be a mixture of pay and play, and "Let me check the list!" The bouncer seemed to accept only hundreds, but still insistent on checking IDs for strangers unable to produce an invitation. It was impossible to tell if he was simply being cautious with city obbscenity regulations, or searching for possible troublemakers.
Almost noone in the crowd looked the type to be concerned about the cost of gas. These were well-off college students, bored businessmen, and the odd duck with an invitation.
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on May 7, 2015 5:08:26 GMT
Fenris approached the door, duffel back weighing heavily on his shoulder. He kept his head down as he approached, noting whether the camera was fixed or rotating in an effort to avoid its gaze in as nonchalant a manner as possible. He reached into his pocked and removed his invitation, presenting it to the man at the door. As he did so, he attempted to discern if they were armed, looking for the telltale signs of holsters and coats weighted by firearms. Most hired goons did not go through the effort of having their suits properly tailored to hide such irregularities.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 5:27:24 GMT
Fenris Ryker INT: 8
There was no sign this particular man was armed, who almost certainly wouldn't want to risk police attention by being caught with a concealed weapon in public. "The invitation's in order, but what's with the duffel bag? You going to shoplift one of the dancers?" He raised a wary eyebrow.
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on May 7, 2015 5:32:52 GMT
"Stopped by the ATM on the way." he unzipped the back, revealing a pile of crisp dollars in varying denominations. All told, it had to be at least 20k, though that was just a tiny cut of the payment he had picked up earlier today. "Going to make it rain." he added, matter-of-fact.
Of course, beneath the money, under the false bottom in the duffel back, were his sword, pistols, mask, armor, grappling hook, smoke pellets, and recently purchased munitions. He slipped the bouncer a hundred dollar bill in an effort to expedite his entry.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 5:58:45 GMT
"The House of White Lace appreciates your patronage." The bouncer grinned.
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on May 7, 2015 6:25:03 GMT
When he walked in, he took a seat at a nearby booth and scanned the environment, looking for additional muscle and the room he had been told his target would be in. He waved over a dancer with a fan of twenty dollar bills. He might as well blend in.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 7:07:56 GMT
"Hello, handsome..." She was short but well-endowed, and was dressed as a stripper. "I'd remember you if you'd come in before, so you must be new." She breathed and spoke like a tiger stalking its mate, breathless, randy, and intent on its prey. Every tic was a careful fabrication just for him.
The room itself was large enought to suggest it was once a proper theatre, with the balcony area converted into a sort of VIP section. From his dossier, he knew his own prey was just past that in a separate room.
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on May 7, 2015 7:19:13 GMT
He slipped a twenty into her undergarments for a dance, without a word, eyes scanning the crowded room for additional muscle.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 7:25:37 GMT
Fenris Ryker INT: 10
Ryker spots the second bouncer near the VIP section. He is more likely to be armed, especially as the mercenary notices at least two different parties already on the balcony with entourages scanning the area for threats. More likely, their clients are just rich fools looking for a good time. Noone but his new chaperone seems to be paying attention to him, and she could not care less where his eyes wander.
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