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| Topic Started: Friday, 25. April 2014, 00:52 (198 Views) | |
| Rory Alasdair | Friday, 25. April 2014, 00:52 Post #1 |
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A number was carefully dialed, then the phone rang. The first sound could be heard on Rory's end was a *thud* and a snarled curse, then scratching as he scrambled to pick it back up again. "Hello-" Another snarled curse, he scratched the side of his head with his own bear-like claws. "Mister Gar?" |
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| Mr.Gar | Friday, 25. April 2014, 00:54 Post #2 |
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"How in the hell did you get this number?... and who is this?" |
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| Rory Alasdair | Friday, 25. April 2014, 01:04 Post #3 |
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"Rory. Rory Alasdair. I got your number from a friend. Nossie owed me a favor. S'not important. I'm tryin' to get set up down here. Our people are slim in this city, which is why I called you." |
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| Mr.Gar | Friday, 25. April 2014, 01:06 Post #4 |
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"Fucking Rats... You're that big fella from Scotland, right? What can I do for you. Don't suppose you're abandoning the Camarilla and coming over to the Anarch Movement?" |
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| Rory Alasdair | Friday, 25. April 2014, 01:09 Post #5 |
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"Listen, it don't feel right talkin' over these bloody phones. How 'bout we meet up somewhere to discuss tradin' favors?" |
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| Mr.Gar | Friday, 25. April 2014, 01:12 Post #6 |
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"Gah. I'm not allowed in Camarilla territory. You can come into Anarch turf if you want. Pick a spot and send me the address and I'll be there." |
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| Rory Alasdair | Friday, 25. April 2014, 01:17 Post #7 |
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A snarl of a curse was heard as Rory dropped the phone again. A bloody pain in the arse to handle, they were. "Fine. I don't know the territory here, tho'. Anywhere you could suggest? I heard the North is Anarch turf." Rory didn't particularly care where they met, as long as the business was done soon enough. |
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| Mr.Gar | Friday, 25. April 2014, 01:25 Post #8 |
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"Night Tripper, in Enfield. Two nights from now." |
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| Rory Alasdair | Friday, 25. April 2014, 01:27 Post #9 |
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"See you then." Was all that was said, then the phone clicked. Rory stalked off to hunt, maybe find some decent clothes to go out in public. |
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