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Post by newleaf on Nov 16, 2011 22:19:14 GMT -5
The door to the club opens. In the doorway stands an irish redhead, freckles and all, looking barely old enough to drink. Oil stained T-shirt and dingy denim jeans, with arms knotted with muscle, he stands balanced and confident as he looks around the place, taking in the music, the customers, the atmosphere. For a moment he stands relaxed, then he glances towards the bar and stiffens, eyes narrowing. His nostrils flare a little and his gaze sweeps around the room again, slowly, calculatingly. Abruptly he turns around and heads back out the door without saying a word.
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Post by Kiara on Nov 17, 2011 6:43:20 GMT -5
((So... could we post on this newleaf? just a wondering. If so I may have Kiara bump into him... Or maybe her just crossed "Master".))
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Post by Lea on Nov 17, 2011 8:06:06 GMT -5
((Yeah, this is meant to be an open thread, there's just some things that are going to happen between Oilcan and Lea in here.))
Lea watched the guy walk in and take a look around. A single sweep of the man's demeanor told him that this guy wasn't afraid of anything - he could hold his own in a fight, but he wasn't go out to pick one. Anyone who messed with the guy was an idiot.
He watched warily as the fighter walked into the bar, taking a look around; then their wyes met across the room.
Immediately, the man stiffened, turned around, and walked straight out.
Damn. Had his eyes given him away again? Best thing to do was just continue business as usual; if the guy decided to make trouble, he could more than handle it himself.
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Post by newleaf on Nov 17, 2011 9:24:32 GMT -5
Oilcan walked back out to his Harley. He took a deep breath, then resolutely unlocked the saddle box and pulled out his gear. A black leather biking jacket hung with chains, a pair of black leather half-gloves studded with silver, a set of black leather biking chaps. Piece by piece he put them on, as if donning armor. He reached down and picked up a long length of heavy car chain, plated with silver and slung it around his hips like a heavy belt. After a second he rejected putting on his shades. He tipped his head back and looked at the sky. For 50 cents he would just get back on his bike and ride away. But he had promised. He looked back at the club and saw, suddenly why it drew Tinker like a lodestone. There was something so ... welcoming about the place. And the people there... it had been a long time since he had seen so many of the strange ones. No one quite like his sister ... but. She was getting older, she needed to know she wasn't entirely alone. It hurt him to think that this place might be able to give her something that he could not, but he understood it. But that meant dealing with the demon guy behind the bar. One way or the other. Fortunately, he seemed to be of the kind that a deal could be made with, if you were careful. And made sure that the terms were very, very clear. It was supposed to be bad news bargaining with demons, but if that was what it took to keep his little safe, well, he was just maybe bad-ass enough to do it. But... he would need insurance. Quickly he took out his cell phone and started a text. He would rather not send that text, ever. If he did, he and Tinker would have less than 3 days to clear out and he was sick of moving... and from the sounds of it, she was too. They finally had something here and they did not want to give it up. But, then, neither would the demon-dude. And HE would not know what it would cost Oilcan to hit that send button. Sometimes a bluff was as good as a chain. And either way, Oilcan would take on the angels in heaven or the demons in hell to keep his sister safe, and happy. Resolutely he turned back and walked towards the bar.
((Sorry, I started this thread late last night so I forgot to put ((Open)) in the title. Just fixed that))
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Post by Lea on Nov 17, 2011 10:11:41 GMT -5
Lea looked up; Mr. Quietly Dangerous was back, and he was being a lot less quiet about it this time. He looked ready for a fight. Instincts honed back when he'd been Axel, instincts that had been bred into him by blood and heightened by hardship, recognized the subtle differences in the way the other redhead walked and put him on edge; he could tell that this man didn't want to fight, but he'd seen that walk enough to know when someone had an issue with him. Still, best to play it safe, wait it out; send the signal that he was ready, but that he wasn't going to make the first move.
"What can I do for you?" he asked warily as the man approached the bar. "You look like you're after something stronger than a coke."
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Post by newleaf on Nov 17, 2011 10:29:49 GMT -5
Oilcan walked to the quiet end of the bar and leaned against it casually, briefly taking in the rest of patrons before glancing at the barkeep. Yep. 2nd one in several days. "Beer." he ordered casually looking the barkeep up and down again. Equally casually he set his cell phone on the bar, keeping his hand on top of it for now.
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Post by Lea on Nov 17, 2011 11:32:51 GMT -5
Good; he was willing to be reasonable. He gave a slight smile.
"Cheap, good, or somewhere in between?" he asked.
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Post by newleaf on Nov 17, 2011 11:42:25 GMT -5
"Somewhere in between. Dark, if you have it." Oilcan took the beer and popped the top then took a deep sip before continuing. "Do you know what the toughest job in the world is?"
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Post by Lea on Nov 17, 2011 11:44:20 GMT -5
Uh-oh. Here it came. He got the guy his beer.
"What?" he asked warily.
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Post by newleaf on Nov 17, 2011 11:52:51 GMT -5
"Its being a big brother." he took another sip. The beer tasted really good. "And my sister is all afire to come into this place. So I told her I would check it out for her." He takes another sip. "I understand why she wants to come in here. She's a lot like you... well, not you... but some of them." He waves at the rest of the bar. "None of them is exactly like her, because she sure is different. But they are the closest we've met in a long time." Suddenly his voice goes hard, "I don't know what kind of a game you are running here. Maybe you are like Emmett and you are just here to have a good time. Or maybe you are under somebody's orders, or maybe not, but whatever it is, you leave Tinker out of it. She deserves to have a place where she can come and meet some others kinda like her. And she better get it! You can probably take me on your lonesome... I ain't one of you.. though I have fought some like you in my time... but there are a lot of churches in this town, and I bet they would like to know what you are. And if that ain't enough, I know how to contact the Sons of Righteousness, which are a bunch of pig-headed, fundamentalist bigotted badasses, and they live to take down your kind. So you tell your boss or master or whatever, whatever games you are running here - Tinker is to be left alone. Or I'll send this message..." He flips open a phone that contains text draft "Confirmed Demon sighting, Urbadelphia, Club Veil". " I don't want to. But if you mess with me or with Tinker, I will."
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Post by Lea on Nov 17, 2011 12:12:06 GMT -5
What you are.
He rsisted the urge to growl; it wouldn't help against someone like this, someone so gorram convinced that Halfers were....
...Demons?
Confirmed Demon sighting, Urbadelphia, Club Veil.
Like 'them'. Not like 'you'.
Slowly, slowly, his anger backed off. His fists unclenched; his eyes, which he'd been worried about slitting up for a moment, opened again.
"Listen," he said. "I don't want your sister. And I swear to you, even if you don't believe me, that this Club is a safe place to anyone who needs one; human or otherwise. Evil doesn't make it through those doors, human or otherwise, without myself or Tifa knowing and kicking its ass back to the Otherworld."
He glanced over to the other side of the bar, where one of the hirees was handling customers, then lowered his voice, leaning in.
"You called me a 'demon' today," he said, "and a slave to demons, and the only thing that's keeping your ass on that stool is the fact that you obviously have no clue what the hell is going on." He had to force his claws to stay sheathed; if he put scratches in Tifa's counter, the repairs would come out of his hide and his check.
"The only way to fix that is for you to be told the truth. And since your sister is like some of these others," and he waved a hand to indicate the bar, "it's a truth that you need to learn, and fast, or you'll attract a whole hell of a lot of the wrong attention in this town, and you will meet some real demons." He relaxed, standing back up. "This, however, isn't the place or the time to discuss that. See that room back there?" He pointed to a cordoned-off entryway into the back room of Veil. "Meet me there when I get off-duty, and a friend of mine and I will explain everything."
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Post by newleaf on Nov 17, 2011 12:21:42 GMT -5
Oilcan sat back and looked at the guy behind the bar... "Evil did not pass the doors..." so, and he should have taken the time to smell... he took a sniff... no, no corruption smell. So, OK, he WAS like Emmett. He nodded. It would be a good idea to get clued in on what was going on in this town before he decided whether to grab Tinker and make a run for it. "We're new in this town, Tinker and I, and we've seen our share of troubles, but we believe in Live and Let Live, so I am willing to hear you out. What time do you get off? I am on call for the Tow truck" He hands Lea the OMW Tow and Salvage business card. "so I might be late. If you can't wait, ring me back at that number, our... assistant will send me the message."
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Post by Lea on Nov 17, 2011 12:28:26 GMT -5
He checked his watch. "One sec."
He walked over to the hiree, then discussed the financial merits of the possibility of working some extra hours tonight. Satisfactorily having managed that, he sent out two texts. The first, to Tifa, read simply, Going off-shift early. Network Business. Left Sort-Of New Guy #3 in charge; he's pretty capable, and he doesn't take shit from anyone. -Lea
The second, to Neku, said, We need a Watcher here in half an hour. -Lea
He walked back to Oilcan. "Can you stand to wait half an hour? It's the earliest I can manage."
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Post by newleaf on Nov 17, 2011 20:20:59 GMT -5
"No probelm. The beer is good, the music isn't half bad. Been in worse places for longer."
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Post by Lea on Nov 17, 2011 20:34:07 GMT -5
He laughed. "So've I, friend, so've I." He smiled, and it was a genuine smile. "Tifa runs a tight joint here; it's a good place. Feel free to make yourself at home while I finish up and my friend gets here, and holler if you need anything."
He pointed to his nameplate, pinned to his shirt - they weren't expected to wear the full uniform except on special days and holidays. "The name's Lea."
Then he walked off to attend to his shift.
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