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The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 2:56 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Jean Louise looks bored. Let's go watch her pick some guy's pocket, Violet, shall we?
Violet: *evil grin* heheheheheh... Mythic? Violet's eyes widened with surprise. She'd heard of the bandit of course-- everyone had-- but not once had one of the group's members made themselves known so openly. Acting as though she hadn't heard, she brought the man another beer and left. Life here wasn't bad. She had settled into a routine, at least, and she wasn't eager to disrupt it by getting caught up with bandits. So she made her way, instead, to where Jean Louise was standing*, arriving just in time to see her take something from one of the customers. "You'd better have left him enough to pay for his drinks," she said dryly, picking up the glass that her friend had set down and cleaning it some more. A tiny smile had crept onto her face. "Unless, you were planning on buying his drinks for him." OOC:*She doesn't know Jean Louise is a bandit. In fact, she thinks Jean Louise is the antithesis of a bandit. A prostitute, sure. A thief? No way! She's only known the girl for two months, after all. XD Poor Violet... Surrounded by lawbreakers. >< |
spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 3:42 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme “Hn?” Jean Louise turned around and smiled. “Oh Violet, it’s you.” She laughed and rubbed the back of her neck. “It’s been a while since I was caught picking pockets.” It’s been a long time since I’ve caught, period, she added silently. George was the last… and the first.
Violet was a real treat to speak with, and she was glad to meet the barmaid. She really helped Jean Louise keep her sanity as she struggled to keep the spotlight away from that jezebel, Ginifred. She didn’t blame the diva for hating her, she had been top dog until Finch moved in. “Don’t worry, he has enough money to pay,” she said, her eyes danced mischievously. “He’s been cheating at cards all night. In fact, a few more drinks and we can overcharge him and he’d never realize it. I never pay for another man’s drink. That’s too desperate. Then he starts thinkin' he's special or important, and you’ll never be able get rid of him until you find someone bigger to scare him off. Buying drinks for others just isn’t worth the trouble that comes from it.” She winked at her and picked up a glass to dry. “So have you met anyone interesting tonight?” |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 4:41 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Violet laughed at her friend's observations on men and drinks. "He'd better be careful," she said, watching the drunk carefully. "He's playin' Harry. If he gets caught, he's as good as dead." Not that it would be much of a loss, she added mentally.
At Jean Louise's question, she shrugged and nodded toward the spot where Vincent was sitting and talking to George West. "Yeah," she said, "I guess. More interesting than usual, anyway." She lowered her voice a little. "He's kind of odd, actually. Doesn't look at the dancers and thinks he can play the piano better than Jacob." A frown crossed her face. "I mean, he probably can. But that in itself is kinda odd, y'know?" |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 10:46 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: I think Jacob's poor playing might be getting to be too much...
The young man blinked his eyes rapidly in surprise, both at the suddenness of this gentleman and the strange proposition with which he came. Being the vagabond that he was, it was natural that Vincent had heard the name "Mythic" mentioned once or twice, but he could not honestly say that he knew a whole lot about it -- or him; apparently it was both a man and an organization. Indeed, his impressions of it were much different from how this rather dark-skinned man portrayed it. This as-yet unnamed "Mythic agent" had described it as some sort of fun-loving boy scout troop of a club, one that might go camping in the forrest and hunt deer without a license (as he mentioned protection from the law). Okay, a paid boy scout troop. Nevertheless, what he had heard was that it was some sort of secret organization filled creeps who loved little more than to shed blood. Certainly this was interesting. Could the man be deceiving him in order to convince him to join? That didn't seem to be his aim. Though he seemed to believe his description, he offset it by mentioning that the description was given by the founder. Could that have been some sort of hint, some subtle suggestion that its true nature was quite different? For now, Vincent felt that he was second guessing everything two much. He felt downright cynical, in fact. This was certainly not a good way to greet a new acquantance. No, he needed to relax. "Here, come," Vincent said rather abruptly after a moment's thought. Then, without further explanation he walked over to the piano and tapped the man on the shoulder. Jacob stopped playing immediately and turned around, to which Vincent sighed. "Ah, you even... nevermind, take this," Vincent took out a five-dollar bill from a pant-pocket, careful to not yet let his weapons be visible, "and buy yourself a drink; forget about how poorly you play, for all our sakes!" The pianist rose indignantly, almost crushing the dollar in his hand, then looked back down on it and leapt off towards the bar, almost giddily. Vincent now smiled, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the somewhat smokey air through his nose. The atrocities have ended at last, he thought to himself. I should have stopped that poor man sooner! Ignoring the feeling of the many eyes upon him, Vincent took the familiar seat at the piano, looking with almost childish excitement at the grimy keys which long-since had turned yellow and gray. He interlaced his fingers and stretched his hands out in front of himself, then brought them back and shook them out. He then adjusted himself on the stool (of course they wouldn't have a bench), then held his hands out dantily above the keys and leaned quite close. He tapped a few almost randomly, such that several in the saloon jeered at him. At last, satisfied, he sat back straight and smiled. Closing his eyes, he began to play the slow, plaintive melody of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata." "Now," Vincent said at last, opening his eyes and glancing back at the man for only a second, his voice just audible above his playing, "I believe you said something about some 'Mythic' business? It's interesting that you mentioned Apollo, because, well, I guess I don't have to explain anymore -- I've gotten ahead of myself! But alas, I'm further and further ahead of myself. I haven't even introduced myself! You may call me Vincent, as that was the name given to me by my mother. Anything else is beyond use and a waste of time." From the beginning, the young man had been speaking quite happily, with an upbeat tone that was generally absent in his voice when speaking to other men -- especially those holding a bottle of beer. The last sentance, however, was suddenly grave and almost angry, matching a passionate crescendo in the music. His face even contorted with a vague look of anger. It was brief, however, and as soon as he'd uttered the words he was back to smiling. OOC: i think there may be some anachronysms in there, but oh well ;) |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 12:34 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme The music had stopped, and that's when Wes' good eye (and only his good eye) opened. Sitting up from his bed, he grabbed his gunbelt and buckled it loosely around his waist as it was before. That's when the soft melody began to play.
'Damn... There must've been something slipped into my drink that barmaid gave me.' Wes walked over to his door, unlocked and opened it only to shut and lock it again. Then down the stairs he traversed. It seemed that all the drunkards and women had left there rooms as well, for the first floor of the resting area was quiet. All that filled it was the lofty melody. Turning about, Wes walked into the bar, only to study and find the awed look of everyone around. All staring at the loud blokey who drank coffee. It was even a surprise to Wes that he was the one on the piano. Withing his mind though, he couldn't make the decision whether to inquire about the man's talent or not, for the other man was right next to him. They seem to be having a conversation. Denying himself to go chat with the new pianist, Wes leaned against the wall that lead to the hallway of bedrooms, above him hanging a latern. It's light casted down on his face, causing his dead eye to give off a reflection that wasn't so bright, but could be noticed acrossed the tavern. Though he didn't know this considering he could see out of the bloody thing. Nor would it matter, for now his ears enjoyed the music that his ears caught. |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 12:47 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme OOC:Clarification: MYTHIC does everything and anything considered 'dirty work'... kinda like the stuff you see ninjas doing in Naruto. xD; Anything from menial tasks to assassinations to heists~
I sound like HK47, lol George clapped loudly. "A far cry better than the other man!" Smile-wrinkles crinkled the skin at his temples. West was interested by the way Vincent looked at his empty bottle of beer. Hm, he's got a grudge against alcohol, judgin' by that face... Bless his 'eart, I know the feeling. The bottle destroys men. West's eyes widened. "I apologise for not introducin' myself first. George West." He paused to place his beer bottle on the table. "Now, if you're wondrin' why I told you all that, it's because I trust you. I feel like you've a good head on your shoulders. 'T's not in my nature to be paranoid and trigger-happy, anyways, that's Mars's job." He shrugged, smiling. Shoulda called Mars Narcissus, George thought. That man needs lithium salts or something real bad. "It's your right whether you accept or don' accept Mythic's job offer, Vincent." West saw something giving off light in his peripheral vision. The hell? He thought, seeing that it was Wesley's eye. |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 3:39 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme It took a moment, but soon Wes' eye gained the attention of George; who was looking directly at him. It was obvious that sooner or later that man was going to bother him again, Wes had a feeling he would. Not being one to let things come to him, Wes stood straight from the wall, and made his way between a number of tables to where the man played... and the other stared.
"Got a problem with my eye, sir?" Wes asked in not so rudely of a manner, having grown used to many a gaze at his irreparable oculus. Then with no more than a smirk, Wes turned to the talented pianist and spoke quietly, "Strange how quite melody can pour from the fingertips of a man with a loud mouth." Wes' smirk resided, for he was only being a smartass, not hoping(or caring) to offend the man before him. "Don't feel I'm insulting you mister. I know how easy life can be if it's manipulated correctly, or rather... How rough it can be." Wes' expression fringed slightly as for only a second in his mind spewed the day he lost his family. "The name's Wes, by the way... But many call me Lucifer. Either'll do." Wes announced in a late-introduction, glancing up at George once again. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 6:42 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Statement: HK-47 = <3
Violet was surprised when Vincent took the piano from Jacob. She'd known he would, after their earlier conversation, but she didn't know he'd do it so well. After the faltering, fumbling notes that had filled the saloon a minute before, this music was absolute heaven. The glass in her hands had long since been polished to a perfect shine; still she continued to wipe at it mindlessly. Not often did she get a chance to relax like this-- it wasn't just the music, etiher. Nobody seemed to want anything to drink for the moment, and nobody was starting any fights. She stiffened a little when the man with the bad eye made his way over to Vincent and his friend, the one involved with Mythic. The gun strapped to her leg, well-hidden by her skirt, was a comforting weight; it provided some security and it was always useful in breaking up barfights. But the man with the odd eye didn't seem intent on starting anything, so Violet relaxed again. "He plays well, huh? Maybe you should go sing something." OOC:Gonna be gone from noonish till tomorrow evening. Gotta go camping with my brother & his boyscout troop. I't some "Invite Your Family And Spend Some Quality Time Picking Spiders Out Of Your Food" thing. Oh, joy. XD |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 8:08 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "Jacob?" Jean Louise said with surprise. "What are you-?"
"Bottle of whiskey," he slurred, barely able to stay in his seat. Jean Louise sighed and and fetched a bottle as the new man warmed up. Her ears perked up and she turned to watch vincent like the rest of the bar. She began humming along as he played until Violet spoke to her. "He does," Jean Louise nodded, her eyes never left the pianist. "You know, Violet... You mentioned he wasn't watching the dancers... I don't think it's because he doesn't like girls. I heard about these men... they're called 'cultured.' They mostly live out on the East Coast and in Europe." She smiled and leaned against the bar. "Never thought I'd see one here..." She paused a moment and shook her head. "I think I'll just listen for a while longer." She began humming along with the music. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:58 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme West turned to Wesley. "Beg your pardon for starin', mister. I'm a doctor and it caught my eye." He nodded his head in Wes's direction. "Same offer I gave this gentleman stands for you." He gave him the cards. "Only you'd be our new Hades... not a far cry from what you already call yourself."
He smiled. "I'm George West, pleasure to meet you, Wesley." OOC:I was going to kill of West's wife, but I JUST CAN'T DO IT. I haven't a stony heart! D':
I can't dooooooooo ittttttttt... ;D;; ..So I've gotta think up a new way to introduce Aria, but that's OK. I'm happier when Sarah's not dead. PS. I have to clean the house, then go to work... I won't be around until 9:30pm, basically. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 12:52 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Despite the self-proclaimed demon lord's supposedly harmless intentions, Vincent was quite insulted by the comment about him being a loudmouth. It was uncalled-for and unfounded, and such a "greeting" tended to leave a foul impression with Vincent that was difficult to shake. The young man could already tell that this new person was self-righteous and overconfident to a fault. He didn't smell strongly of alcohol, but there was still a faint, lingering smell as of one who'd had just enough to quench his thirst. However, he did smell rather strongly of gunpowder and death. The latter was not exactly a smell that Vincent could place or name; it was more of an instinct. Without looking, he knew the man was carrying a gun just by the way he talked and the rythm his footsteps. On top of that, he was apparently rude and socially inept. Vincent kept these observations to himself, however, flatly ignoring the man's crude observations.
On the other hand, George West seemed amiable enough. He was friendly and talked with the kind voice of a caring father. He seemed to be quite honest when he said that the position was purely optional, and Vincent began to feel that he could turn it down with have no strings attached. Still, Vincent hated to be ignorant, and even if he wasn't going to join, he was interested in knowing more about the nature of the organization. "Before I decide one way or the other," began Vincent, without stopping his playing or looking up from the piano, "I must know exactly what sort of work I'll be doing as... 'Apollo,' and how much freedom I'll have in doing it. Also, as for the general intents and purpose of the group...?" |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 12:57 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme Wesley's eyes narrowed slightly about the 'caught my eye' statement that George made, then took the cards. 'Mythic, eh?' Wes thought to himself about this, having heard only that Mythic was comprised of nothing more than bandits... Maybe even the same bandits that took his life away, and left him with the Hell he suffers now. Then again, this might actually prove useful, considering that being within a group such as this, he might be able to gain knowledge of the bandits he's looking for... And that forsaken priest.
Catching what the man on the piano had asked, it was basically what Wes was about to ask as well. Allowing him to ask the question, he simply added on in questioning to George, "Yeah, what's the catch?" |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 9:57 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme "Well, the missons vary. We do commisioned work from the government... or anyone else that can pay. Anything from guarding money or people to recovery to... well, I can't deny it, we get paid to do all the illegal stuff, too," West replied. "And I guess the only catch is that sometimes the missions are dangerous or hard. Naturally, y'get paid more for that."
West heard a horse being tied up out front. Then, those boots stepped up onto the wooden decking outside. He could pick out their sound in a crowd. "Wait, now that I think about it, there is a catch. Although y'get to choose what exactly you do..." The doors burst open with Aria's flying kick, and West plugged his ears. "You don' get to choose who you go on a mission with." "WESTTTTTTTTT!" Aria screeched, leaping on him. "Ihaven'tseenyouinforeverandMythicdidn'twantyouwithadrunkbecauseyouhatethemandSO!" "C-c-calm down Aria, you've burst my eardrums and just about poked me t' death with those pointy little elbows of yours!" After he recovered, he bent down and picked up her cane. "You dropped this." "Thanks, West~! Oh, and these would be hopefuls?" Aria grinned in a sharklike manner. "How'd you know?" West said, puzzled. "You just got here not a minute ago!" Aria gave him her best deadpan stare. "I ain't an idiot, West. One looks hellish and the other's playin' the piano real good. Hades and Apollo." West shrugged. "You nailed it." He cracked up at her expression. "Well, anyways," Aria said to the others, "Aria Giordino, explosives and pyrotechnics. Nice to meet you both." She tipped her hat to them. OOC:RECOVERY GET HOMG |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 3:11 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme "Sounds like my kinda girl," Wes said with a chuckle, then leaning against the side of the piano in which Vincent played at. "After all, fire and pain is all that resides in Hell, and you seem to have that covered, Aria." With this being said, Wes nodded slightly to the lady in return of her tipped hat, "Wes Benson, a pleasure..."
When Wes' head was lowered, he eyed the cane the lady carried, and had limped in with. His eyebrow rose, and out of curiousity he had to ask, "What happened to your leg?" It was probably rude to ask so soon, but that's the way Wes was. He didn't care, just as long as his questions were answered in a reasonable time. Usually he is in a better mood, but after a long walk, the calamity of the attendants at the tavern, and the bad music, his temper was already half worn. 'Oh, what the hell....' Wes then kicked himself as he then apologized, "Sorry for asking so rudely, but I'm sure you'd question what happened to my eye sooner or later, everyone does. So, I thought why not." |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 9:29 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Jean Louise was shaken out of her trance-like state at the sudden squealing and the blur that attacked George. Her eyes widened and a grin spread across her face. "Aria!" She jumped the bar easily, and dashed across the saloon to hug her.
"BlessmysoulIhaven'tseenyouforeverImissedyousomuchWhat'reyoudoingintown?" Jean louise asked quickly. Aria was one of the view she could speak to as fast as she wanted. OOC:Yeah... it's crap but oh well. |
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