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spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 8:59 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme OOC:*laughs head off* |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 10:46 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme George West's cheeks (and most of his face) lit up like red neon, and he lay his head in his arms on the bar. "I'm a married man, I'm a married man," he muttered to himself, feeling more than a little guilty at his emotions. Then, it dawned on him. "Crap," He exclaimed, muffled by the bar and his arms. That was Jean Louise! Aw, man.
He also realized two other things while he lay there: one, Dionysus had crawled back into the bar, so he needed to go get his mission off him. Two, these two gentlemen to either side of him had taken the last rooms. Ah, well, Dionysus likely had a room. George took his beer with him, and went over to Dionysus. "D-docker Deaffffffffff!" Dionysus exclaimed, pointing wildly. "Gossumpin forya." He pulled a telegram out from his jacket pocket and handed it to West. The telegram read: 'TWO MEMBERS DEAD STOP NEED NEW APOLLO AND HADES STOP FIND ONE OR BOTH STOP MYTHIC STOP' West put it in the pocket inside his jacket opposite his gun. "Thanks, ol' pal," George said, patting Dionysus on the shoulder. "Now where's your room, so I c'n take you to it." "Endofdehallllllllway," Dionysus screeched, voice cracking. West shook his head, and picked up the short man like it was nothing. He plunked him down in one of the beds in his room, and went back to the bar, sitting back down at his former seat. He looked back and forth between the two men, wide grin spreading across his face. This is too good to be true, he thought with a chuckle. OOC:Vincent = Apollo, Wesley = Hades, o' course~ XD
*MYTHIC is an organization of mercenaries, criminals, etc., all with special skills that make each member different. Hence the names. Mythic (the man) gets contacts to do dirty work from anyone with money--rich people, other criminals, even the government. He chooses operatives to go on each mission based on the skills needed. 'Dirty work' includes every crime under the sun, btw. ;D |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 12:29 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: well, I'm sure it's not the first time someone's thought that XD; respect for women is generally not a highly esteemed virtue in the places he tends to visit, I think ^^;
Vincent had been painfully watching and listening to the pianist's playing, only occasionally looking up at the performers. Those poor girls, wasting their talent in a sleezy place like this in outfits like that, he thought sadly to himself. Ah, and what a voice she has! Vincent accepted the hot coffee happily, turning to the barmaid and offering her a warm smile. Why, she's definately at least as attractive as everyone on stage... I wonder why she's not up there? He shrugged it off, feeling that asking her might cause some unneeded friction. Vincent was just about to lean forward and offer the pianist a few tips -- his posture was atrocious, among other things -- when he heard the lady's voice behind him. He turned around, looking at her inquisitively, almost confusedly. "Don't like the show?" Vincent repeated the question innocently. "No, of course it's wonderful! I daresay those ladies could be on broadway -- especially that singer!" He leaned in close suddenly, as though about to tell her some grave secret. "I'll tell ya what though, this pianist embarasses them all! You could definately stand someone who knows how to at least keep time properly!" He then leaned back, winking at her. "But no, the show is excellent. I would be remiss, however, if I were to disrespect those pretty young ladies by gawking and staring at them like all these pathetic drunkards." OOC: Oh yeah, and amber, there's nothing wrong with a long post, no need to apologize! XD I was impressed, not irritated |
The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 4:44 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Disrespect?
Violet raised an eyebrow. That wasn't a view she'd heard or seen much of before. "Well," she said, eyeing the dancers' costumes with no small amount of distaste, "I imagine that's what they want." She glanced around, but none of the men seemed to want anything at the moment; they were all busy gawking. She took a seat at Vincent's table and rested her chin on one hand. "If nobody wants to look at them, they generally lose their jobs." She shrugged. It wasn't so much a gesture of discomfort as one that said, 'It really makes no difference, I guess.' "But Jacob is pretty bad," she continued, gesturing toward the fumbling pianist. She lowered her voice, echoing Vincent's secretive tone. "He was the only one in town who even knew that when you hit the keys, sounds come out. There's no one better around." She winced as Jacob hit a flat note, but the others in the bar hardly seemed to notice. "Well, who knows--" here her voice took on a sarcastic tone-- "maybe someday, if we're lucky, some heroic piano-playing gentleman might just walk in here, sweep everyone off their feet, and save us all from the horrors of bad music." |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 7:54 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Jean Louise had put on a black skirt that reached her ankles and an apron, but her shoulders (and quite a bit of clevage) were still exposed thanks to the costume. She stood across from George on the otherside of the bar and set her glass down. With all the sleezy, slimey drunks in the saloon, of course she landed on the one decent fellow she actually knew.
He's a married man. He's a married man, she reminded herself. She was glad he was still there. He always seemed to be disappearing. I wonder what Mythic wants now... "Well, isn't this a lovely surprise," her smile was small and her voice friendly. "Little Ammo Sombrero, we just keep running into each other, don't we? I came here 'cause I thought you wouldn't." They had run into each other a few times since the first time she met him. She took a sip of her drink, and stared into it and she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for... you know... the song... I wasn't expecting... you surprised me. I tripped- really I did- and it was either fall on my face or... well, yeah..." Her finger curled and uncurled a lock of her red hair as she babbled on. When Jean Louise was nervous and had no idea what she was saying, she babbled. "You know I'd never try anything. I know you're married and have a family, and that you are too good for... that... and I respect you for that, so really.... If I made you feel uncomfortable I'm... sorry." |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 11:35 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme The chump who walked in so loudmouthed and such's attention was now upon a barmaid who sat at his table. Her and the shitty piano man. Nothing much else seemed to be happening now, the place had gone back to it's usual business; Voices, smoke, and really bad rag-time pianowork filled the air... Plus the occasional thud of some drunkard falling out of a chair. Then that's when Wes' eye caught a bloke glancing at him with a wide grin. It was the man who sat beside him and mistaked him for someone else.
'I better leave before I do something stupid. I need rest, and don't want to start a gunfight right now... Not with all these people around.' He thought to himself, then stood from his barstool and made his way to the saloon's bed rooms. The first floor of the resting area had all it's doors blasted open, and the sound of one too many men and women having a sensational time filled the hallway. A set of stairs was to the left of Wes, and he took them. Upon reaching the second floor, he went to the second to last door of the hallway, and unlocked the door with the key the bartender gave him. Entering the room, Wes shut the door behind himself, and locked it with the key. "At least it isn't the 'closet' the bartender mentioned to that one boy." Wes mumbled to himself. His bed wasn't the best he had seen, but nonetheless it was a bed. As he walked over to it, he unstrapped his gunbelt from his waist, and placed it under his pillow. Kicking off his boots, he laid back in his bed and placed his hands under his pillow; grasping the handle of one revolver in each hand. It would be a while before he could rest, for the sound of horrible music and commotion continued to echo into his room. 'Hopefully this night ends sooner than I expect it to...' |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 1:26 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Vincent nodded vaguely in response to Violet's assertion, folding his arms accross his chest. "I suppose you're right, but I daresay they won't have trouble with that. Still, it's a shame that they're stuck in an area where it's all about their looks and not about the talent they certainly have." He sighed, offering her an expression that seemed to say "but there's nothing I can do about it." He took a sip of his coffee, ignoring the taste. It wasn't so much that it tasted bad -- Vincent just didn't particularly like coffee, and never had. He loved the smell, certainly, and it helped him stay awake if he ever needed help doing so; he just couldn't learn to like the flavor.
When the barmaid made the comment about the "heroic piano-playing gentleman," Vincent couldn't help but wonder about her meaning. He wasn't naive enough to think that she seriously believed him to be that man, nor was he presumptuous enough to think it of himself. He certainly hoped she wasn't mocking him, but he didn't think it impossible. Perhaps it had been rude of him, a stranger, to come in and insult the accompanist. Still, the man was quite bad. Vincent raised an eyebrow and decided that, either way, he would go along with it. "Well, I don't know about sweeping everyone off their feet -- that would be quite a feat, haha -- " he winked at her, as though to say "yes, I know it wasn't funny" -- "but I have taken a few lessons, which might be more than that poor fellow can say." |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 6:27 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Violet raised an eyebrow, though she wasn't entirely surprised. She hadn't been mocking him, exactly, but he did seem to fit the description. "You play piano?" she asked flatly, ignoring his poor attempt at humor. "Interesting."
And rather feminine, she thought, though it would be incredibly rude to say something like that. It did, however, further her curiosity as to whether he was one of those gay men the drunkards were always complaining loudly about. 'Not real men, they said, as though they were. If he was, it'd be good in a way; enough men spent all their time goggling at her and the other girls, and in their entire conversation this man's eyes had not once wandered away from her face. Still, that took away a good deal of her power-- the men who stared, while annoying, could always be trusted to help her if she offered them the right... payment. But the chances that she'd need anything from this traveling piano-playing gunslinger were slim, so maybe that was okay. "Well, then," Violet said slowly, still trying to decide whether she was relieved or disappointed, "isn't this the part where you say something heroic and knock Jacob out of his seat, rescuing those poor girls up there from the off-beat, off-key accompaniment?" OOC:>< She's so mean... |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:07 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme George smiled a shy smile. "Yeah, we do tend to run into each other, don't we." He gently patted Jean Louise's hand. "It's okay, it wasn't your fault."
West took his hand away, and then said, "Yeah, it's a good bet I wouldn't come to places like this unless it's for work." He shook his head. He felt sorry that Jean Louise had to work in such places. George watched his Hades walk away. The guy was exuding annoyance, so he must've gotten tired of the loud bar. He sighed. He might never see that guy again, but at least there was Apollo there on the other side of the room. Now he was promising. Not only had he mastered several instruments, he gave off an aura of something West recognized, but couldn't put his finger on. Suddenly, it came to him. This man reminded him of his father. OOC:Changed West's family history in prep for his upcoming tragedy (won't be for a while, but I need to change some things to the way I want...)
Anyways, so now his parents are alive, and his daughter is older. Parents: George Sr. & Mary. Live in Reno, Nevada Wife= Sarah, Kid= Danielle ( 8 ). Live in San Francisco, CA |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:32 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Jean Louise smiled, her eyes flickered sadly. She knew that look he had given her. Decent men always gave it to her when they were sober.
"It's a pretty good place," she said assuringly, patting his cheek. She didn't want his sympathy. "Better than most. I like it here..." she sipped her drink and looked thoughtful. "I might actually stay a while longer, and rest from traveling deserts and plains." "How's Christ?" Jean Louise asked after a moment of silence. "And the rest of the family? Danielle is how old now? Nine? Ten?" |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 7:04 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme "I'm glad to hear you say that," West said genuinely. He was happy that she liked it here.
He then laughed. "The donkey? Oh, well, Jesus's ornery as usual." He became a little more solemn at the mention of his family. "I haven't seen Sarah or Dani in nearly a year... She'll be eight next month." He hadn't seen his father or mother in what seemed like forever, too. He drained his beer in several long gulps. "Well, sorry, Miss Jean. I'm afraid I'll have to cut our conversation short for now. I've got work to do." He tipped his hat at her, then put it in the seat next to him. He turned to face Vincent. "Howdy, stranger." |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 7:20 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Violet nonchalantly glanced upward, then jumped to her feet as though an electric shock had passed through her chair. "I'm sorry," she said to West, though she didn't sound it at all. "I haven't been paying attention... Was there something you needed?"
He'd damn well better not try to order water again, she thought offhandedly, meeting his eyes. She had no idea he was there to see Vincent; she'd seen them exchange no greetings and was quite sure they didn't know each other. All she knew was that she'd been caught chatting with a customer, when her job included chatting only when necessary to get a guy to buy more drinks. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:06 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Vincent noticed the familiar contemptous tone of mock unbelief in Violet's words as she asked if he played piano. He wasn't offended, and showed no external sign that he even caught it. He was quite used to it, after all, and heard it even more openly countless times in his childhood. He'd heard worse insults, which the lady was kind enough to only allude to, and had endured them without losing his temper. Still, he was not one to simply take insults lying down without at least trying to defend himself. He raised a hand, his index finger raised, and opened his mouth to say something like "Well, maybe I just will!" but was interupted by the person who'd arrived n town on a donkey, just before he arrived himself.
"Err, hi," responded Vincent, rather confused. He let his hand drop to his side and glancing painfully at the pianist, almost wincing. "Can I help you?" |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:29 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "I'll talk to you later then," Jean Louise smiled as he left the bar to go talk to a very well dressed gentleman who was talking to Violet. Since Violet was absent, she took care of the men at the bar who were demanding more drinks. She turned around to take care of a man who was on at least his fifth round, and she bumped into Atticus.
"You did well tonight, Jean Louise," Atticus smiled and pinched her cheek. "Just be on time more often. You nearly gave me a heart attack." "You nearly squeezed the life out of me when you laced up my costume," she wrinkled her nose. "So I think we're even." The singer brushed past him and dried a glass with a cleanish rag. "Perhaps," Atticus scratched his chin and leaned against the bar. "But I'll still have to take some money out of your pay check." "What?!" Jean Louisegasped and nearly dropped the glass she had been drying, and she whipped around to face the saloon's owner with her eyes wide in shock. "Hopefully, it will encourage you to be on time,” Atticus said slyly. “Atticus...” Jean Louise looked heart broken. “That’s not fair.” “That’s show business, dove,” he kissed her forehead and left to go talk to some customers as he chuckled to himself. Jean Louise set the glass down, and flirted with a drunk just long enough to slip his wallet out of his pocket. Then she turned around and stuffed it down her corset (it was rather crowded in there), and she smiled a bit to herself, feeling better. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:19 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme West dug two cards out from the pocket on the inside of his jacket. One had his name and address on it, the other, Mythic's. "Well," he started, "I work for MYTHIC. You might have heard of it, 'cause Mythic makes sure we're all over the place. Anyways, my current mission is to find a new Apollo operative."
He paused for a minute to call for another beer. "In his description of the organization founded by his father, Mythic Jr. says, 'Unlimited fun, good pay, safety from the man.'" West shook his head. "Most eccentric man I've ever met in my life." West looked at him seriously. "I feel like you'd make a good Apollo, sir." |
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