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| Michael | Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 00:47 Post #61 |
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"No... it's something else. Just had a bad day, you know how that can be?" An amused snort escapes Michael at that. "Yeah, I got some idea..." Though depending on the amount of cash this person is bringing, maybe it won't be so bad after all. "Me? No... just a lawyer," "You know, one of the rich ones," That gains Fidel a speculative look from the mortal. It's not a greedy look so much as a considering, business-like one. But he doesn't pursue the point, for multiple reasons. If a guy's got an 'uncle' and is a member of some sex club, he probably doesn't need to pay for more sex. "Do you like being a lawyer here? Do you have to wear one of those powdered wigs? Or do only, um, barristers do that?" Michael's seen A Fish Called Wanda, he knows all about the British legal system. "So, have you been in London long?" Michael shakes his head no. "Couple weeks. I was visiting here a couple weeks more before I decided to stay." His smile appears, warm and fond. "I love London, it's a great city. You born here?" Edited by Michael, Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 00:48.
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| Oliver | Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 01:45 Post #62 |
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"Do you like being a lawyer here? Do you have to wear one of those powdered wigs? Or do only, um, barristers do that?" That won the kine a grin. "I don't practice in England," he replied, "Here, I'm just a Legal Adviser," he explained, sincerely enough, keeping any lies close enough to the truth. Well most of them, in any case. "And I travel a lot," he went on, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other, if only to give himself a reason to shift the stress. It was not so bad. The Gangrel was remaining where he was, in relative calmness; the others were upstairs, safe and unlikely to provoke any unpleasant situations, and the good doctor was on her way. It would all be over with soon enough. Oliver listened to Michael's explanation of what had brought him to London, and nodded, returning the kine's smile. "I love London, it's a great city. You born here?" "Yes, it's a beautiful city," he agreed, finding some pleasure in the half-lie. Nothing was more splendid than his homeland. And he really disliked London. He missed his home. "And no, I was born in Germany," he went on lying, close enough to Romania, he supposed. Nothing that the kine needed to know. And just as he was about to elaborate on his 'homeland', a few brief siren sounds were heard outside. squak squak squak Oliver didn't quite interrupt himself, didn't look at Mr. O'Rourke in the distance, but he did slightly change his tactic... Looking directly in the kine's eyes, he moved closer, crossing his arms on the table, and his voice was as smooth as velvet when he addressed the kine once more. "But tell me more about you, Michael," he said, his pale, green eyes softening, "what do you do for a living?" Surely the sirens announced Dr. Adler. And Oliver wanted the mark to be perfectly occupied when she would enter... and he wanted him looking into his eyes, in case he'd have to use one of his Disciplines to restrain him. Edited by Oliver, Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 02:01.
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| Janette Adler | Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 02:12 Post #63 |
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Janette was armed in a lab-coat and wielded a micro-cassette recorder in one hand and a stethoscope in the other... well, not really they were in her pockets. Clipped to her coat was a picture ID reading: Janette Adler MD, PhD. The good doctor was followed by a rather large orderly ghoul with a picture ID reading: Frances, J. hanging from his neck on a lanyard. He was dressed in scrubs that strained at his muscular shoulders. The man had a ruddy complexion and the look of a Royal Marine. Janette rapped on the door and waited to be buzzed into the Club. She looked around for an intercom. If she found one she buzzed that as well and spoke meekly "Hello? Dr. Adler here... house-call." She blinked. |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 12:39 Post #64 |
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Lynx hit the button that turned off the magnets that held the door sealed. He walked calmly over to the door and opened it. He waved his hand over to indicate that Fidel and Michael were over at one of the corner tables talking. His voice was quiet. "Mortal wandered in. He seems te think he's in some kind o'BDSM club. If ye can alter his memories o'the faces he saw and the address he thinks he came to, might be all that's needed. He jest heard enough that he might be a problem later on if things don't get a touch scrambled. I've no wish te see the boy killed. Jest te make sure he can't find this place again and he's got no memory o'things he shouldn't." She wasn't who Lynx had been expecting. Lynx had expected that brown haired Ventrue he'd last seen Fidel with, figuring that was his master. Apparently not. This woman didn't look like a Ventrue, and her name tag wasn't the one he expected to see. He was more than a little confused when he raised a golden eyebrow and waved for the woman to enter. Well, he assumed she was who Fidel had texted to get assistance from. So he stepped back so they could enter and turned his gaze on the ghoul and the mortal in the corner to make sure Fidel gave signs of knowing who she was. If he didn't there was a decent chance he'd have to kill someone at this point, and he really wanted to avoid that fate. |
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| Michael | Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 15:07 Post #65 |
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"I don't practice in England," he replied, "Here, I'm just a Legal Adviser," "And I travel a lot," Michael watches Fidel as he listens. Maybe I should revise my plan. Good looking, rich, travels... that's what got me to London. Still, he deserves a night off, especially after how things turned out earlier. "I could see why they'd need one here," he says, then he looks like he realizes he just made an assumption. "For here, you mean? Or somewhere else? Or anyone who wants to hire you for your wise advice?" He smiles and, though off duty, puts a flirty note into that. "And no, I was born in Germany," Michael leans forward in his chair, clearly interested in that. "Huh. I was thinking of going there this summer, if I could swing it. What part are you from? Where do you think the best place to visit is?" Then he smiles as he jokes, "Maybe we'll run into each other there." For the moment, he pays no attention to the siren outside. In most cities, they're background noise. He smiles when Fidel leans in as well. "Nothing exciting. I write. Stuff for websites, technical manual, instruction guides, anything they'll pay me for. Anything except fiction, I mean. I'm not a poor, starving book author." While the siren got no attention from him, the door opening does. He sits up, looking that way, checking out the new arrival. Must be the person with the cash. Strange that it's a doctor though... Edited by Michael, Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 15:17.
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| Oliver | Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 20:48 Post #66 |
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"For here, you mean? Or somewhere else? Or anyone who wants to hire you for your wise advice?" The questions were almost beginning to amuse the ghoul - almost. No, less than almost, but the character did. He was fishing... how cute. And he had no idea the size of the shark that sat before him. Of course, there were much worse things, in this club than sharks, and so Oliver remained relatively humble as he waited. Still, it was distracting from the Gangrel imposed lockdown. And he was being a good Fidel, and kind to the kine. Guide and Control. The sirens... "Munich.... And Germany is nice all over," he replied, his heart beating a little faster at the thought that freedom was at hand. He listened to Michael's life. The kine was right, unexciting - though perhaps he could be trained... Pidge still needed an assistant, he reflected briefly, maybe this kind of starving vagabond was the kind of kine that she'd ghoul... though his kind might suit a Miss CC more... And finally, blessedly, the door was opened. Watching Dr. Adler enter, Oliver smiled, nodded once to Mr. O'Rourke, and stood from his chair. "Wait right here, please. Then we'll leave," he said, patting Michael's shoulder with a nice, soothing hand, before making his way to the good Doctor. When he reached her, and her very large orderly, he inclined his head respectfully. "Thank you for arriving so swiftly, Dr. Adler," he said, keeping his eyes down, and in a voice too low for the kine to hear - if that one had remained at the table in the distance. "Michael has been good. No breach yet," he informed her, moving aside so that she could make her way to their little problem, if she would. Edited by Oliver, Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 20:53.
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| Leslie | Thursday, 9. October 2014, 12:21 Post #67 |
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The young looking girl blinked at Lynx and still looked confused as to why this was such a bad situation. But when Michael started to stumble out some words it dawned on her that he was not a ghoul nor was he familiar with anything that had to do with vampires. Oh damn! This was not good. How the hell did he end up in the club? Oliver was a sweet and caring personality. She could tell by the way he gently took her hand and kissed it and how he approached Lynx and the human Michael. This was an awkward situation. "Leslie, could ye, Tristan and Reggie perhaps go upstairs and visit the reading library. Look over the books. I need a moment te think things over. Fidel, perhaps ye and young Michael here could talk quietly while I consider how to resolve this. The Privacy of our members is of course my primary concern." Lynx said. Slowly the girl retreated from the scene and followed Tris and Reggie upstairs. This was her fault and because of that she felt bad. Once upstairs she dropped in one of the big chairs with a pout. She had really screwed this up but how on earth was she to know that a regular human would be in the club? |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Thursday, 9. October 2014, 19:16 Post #68 |
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| Janette Adler | Friday, 10. October 2014, 01:58 Post #69 |
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The orderly stopped just inside the door and crossed his beefy arms over his chest. Janette took a moment to look Lynx over before showing a small smile, blinking at him through her glasses, owl-like. "Hello" she said offering her hand "Dr. Janette Adler." Her accent was noticeably British. She spoke quietly to him "I will see to it that he comes to no harm, not to worry. I've done this sort of thing many times." Janette shrugged. For better or worse... Janette started to step away before leaning quickly back to Lynx "Incidentally, is this a BDSM club?" Then she waved it off... right, work to do. Research later. The good doctor greeted Oliver in return, then perched her glasses back up her nose and walked over to the table where Micheal was sitting. Other then her lab coat Janette was dressed professionally in a grey woolen blazer and long skirt. Under this could be seen a green blouse and the bottom of burgundy leather boots. Her chestnut curly hair was done up, though there were a few tresses escaping her control. Janette had inquisitive hazel eyes that seemed larger through her glasses, giving her a somewhat quirky, owlish countenance. Janette stood by Micheal at the table, holding her doctor's bag before her and studying his face. She blinked. "Hello" Janette said to Micheal. "I'm Dr. Adler." She glanced at Oliver briefly, waving him over with her eyeballs. "Micheal" Adler said, making eye contact "I am here because you've been acting strangely, seem confused [Dominate: Mesmerize] and you are now feeling quite faint." She looked at Oliver and said "Help keep him from falling from the chair will you?" Janette then spoke to Micheal again "I just want to make sure you're okay, Micheal; you could just be very dehydrated, or perhaps had a bad batch of something... but lets be sure you're not having a stroke shall we?" Assuming that Micheal stayed relatively calm, Janette began what seemed to be a routine exam performed by a skilled physician. Though she kept steady eye contact. She silently began looking into his recent memories with [Auspex: Telepathy] and preparing the least invasive plan for managing only the memories that had to be changed for the sake of the masquerade and Micheal's safety. While doing so Janette offered an explanation to Micheal "Are you alright, Micheal? You seem to be having some hallucinations. Have you taken any street drugs recently?" Edited by Janette Adler, Friday, 10. October 2014, 02:18.
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| Lynx | Friday, 10. October 2014, 12:05 Post #70 |
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"Pleased te meet ye Dr. Adler.... and no, it's not." Lynx murmured in bemusement. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he watched Dr. Adler get up and go to work. For himself he stayed back by the bar. He didn't want Michael to feel like people were ganging up on him or anything. So he leaned back against the bar and decided to just keep himself back and not cause any sort of problems by crowding and jostling the Dr's elbows. His green eyes watched in interest, even though he could barely hear what was being said. Still he could watch the footage later and try to get a better idea. Audio monitoring in the club was much harder. Ambient noises tended to bleed in the different areas and reduce conversations in the public areas to a babble. He'd never really invested in top of the line directional microphones because he didn't actively want to spy on his members. He just wanted a decent record of what went on in case people started crap. So for now he'd just lean against his bar and watch the activity. |
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| Michael | Friday, 10. October 2014, 15:01 Post #71 |
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"Munich.... And Germany is nice all over," Michael nods, still smiling, as if the vague reply had actually been helpful. "I love the way the language sounds," he says, but before he can move the conversation further along, the doctor arrives and Fidel rises from his chair. "Wait right here, please. Then we'll leave," "Sure." The mortal remains where he is, but that doesn't stop him from looking, from watching as the others gather at the door and speak quietly. He can't hear a word, so he plays 'Is that a real doctor or one playing the role for some medical kink room in this place?'. Why would she bring an orderly with her? One point for her being a fake doctor. One built like that? Two points for fake. When the doctor (or "doctor") approaches his table, he studies her. Outfit could go either way; no points awarded. Doctor's bag, but if she were playing the role of one, she'd have one; no points. "Hello" "I'm Dr. Adler." "Hey doc," he replies, voice friendly enough, though edged with impatience. He glances towards the door, checking if the way is clear yet. His gaze next goes to her bag -- Is that where the cash is? -- then return to her face. "Micheal" Adler said, making eye contact "I am here because you've been acting strangely, seem confused... His brow furrows at that. He is the one acting strangely and confused? He opens his mouth to disagree... ...[Dominate: Mesmerize] and you are now feeling quite faint "Whoa," he says quietly, surprise in his tone at the sudden wave of lightheadedness. He places both hands down onto the table, palms against it, steadying himself. Could he be drunk? No, not on one beer. They probably drugged it. You idiot, you shouldn't have accepted it. Strange place where you don't belong, and you just take the drink? his berating thoughts trail off as he struggles just to not fall over. Then the doctor speaks again, though it takes him a moment to realize the words aren't directed at him. "Help keep him from falling from the chair will you?" Michael moves his hands so that he's gripping the edge of the table instead of just stabilizing himself with it. "Don't touch me!" he orders, though without moving his head to see where Fidel is approaching from. Passing out is probably the worst thing he could do right now, in a series of bad things he's done tonight. Locked in a sex club, drugged, and they called in the medical play people. They're going to cut me to pieces, only question is if it'll be before or after they rape me. "I just want to make sure you're okay, Micheal; you could just be very dehydrated, or perhaps had a bad batch of something... but lets be sure you're not having a stroke shall we?" He repeats his earlier words for her, putting as much of a growl into it as he can, "Don't fucking touch me!" If she attempts to give him a physical exam, he'll release the table to defend himself; though he remains sitting, he will strike at her arms to keep her from making contact. Thanks at least in part to his lightheadedness, his gaze skitters and moves, impossible to hold. Not to mention, Fidel is lurking around somewhere, and there's that Lynx guy, and the door is right there, not too far away. So many things to try to keep track of. "Are you alright, Micheal? You seem to be having some hallucinations. Have you taken any street drugs recently?" "Only the ones you people slipped me!" Is he steady enough to make a run for it? No, probably not, but the drug's effect is only going to become worse, not better. He surges up from his chair, hands fisted as the feeling of fainting grows with his sudden change in position. One breath, just one breath, then he's going to rush for the door. He tenses, ready to make a run for it. |
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| Janette Adler | Friday, 10. October 2014, 16:32 Post #72 |
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Janette was forced to abandon his mind, it was hard to maintain eye contact with her patients agitation. Always the willful ones, he shouldn't even be able to stand up... this was going to be harder then usual apparently. Janette sighed and spoke forcefully to Micheal [Dominate: Command] "sit down!" Then, she spoke soothingly once more "Don't worry, I am a doctor [Dominate: Mesmerize] and you feel like you can trust me" He wouldn't be feeling faint anymore, but it seemed he shook that off anyway. To disorient him further Janette went into his head with [Dominate: Forgetful Mind] and removed his memory of entering the club. With Janette's practiced skill with the talent, she didn't even have to speak to Micheal to accomplish this. |
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| Oliver | Friday, 10. October 2014, 23:01 Post #73 |
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Oliver was waved over with said eyeballs. "Help keep him from falling from the chair will you?" "Of course, Doctor," and the ghoul moved to help Michael keep his balance. But from the start, that one seemed to not react very well to the good Doctor's Disciplines, and so the ghoul took a step back, looking Dr. Adler's way to see what she would do - or, more to the point, wanted him to do. He was there to assist, and so would not act without her express command. |
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| Lynx | Monday, 13. October 2014, 15:17 Post #74 |
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Lynx stood back and watched. He walked around behind his bar and grabbed up one of the pale rags he kept there. His hand slowly moving in circles as he began to polish the bar. He didn't want to do anything that that disrupted the Doctor's work so he was remaining as quiet and out of the way as possible. But his green eyes focused on the events unfolding in his club and he was very careful with how he watched things unfold. It was never a mistake to learn what he could about the other vampires in London. He was learning quite a bit just now. Either Fidel served many masters or this was a vampire specifically sent to deal with possible masquerade problems. If so she was a face worth remembering. So he would do his best to memorize her face and keep an eye on her if he saw her again... and remain mindful of the fact that if she could rewrite a human's memory she could probably do the same to him, if she had the chance. |
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| Michael | Monday, 13. October 2014, 15:55 Post #75 |
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The best laid plans... Michael means to rush for the door, but the feeling of being about to faint grew worse when he stood up, and isn't easing up at all. He wavers on his feet, hands going back down to the table to help keep himself upright, Fidel's unseen hands aiding his effort. "sit down!" That makes not falling over easier. His body reacts even before he wonders why he's obeying. Back down into his chair he drops, and he no longer looks at all interested in getting back up. Still light-headed though, his brow furrowed as he struggles to keep upright. "Don't worry, I am a doctor [Dominate: Mesmerize] and you feel like you can trust me" Stupid game he had been playing, as if she might not have been a real doctor. The feeling of lightheadedness fades away as he looks up at her. He smiles. "Yeah, and a good one, I'm feeling better already." Then a worried little frown forms on his face. "I was feeling pretty lightheaded there for a while..." He looks to her, seeing if that's something he should be concerned about. Then he blinks, expression going puzzled, as he notices the background behind her. He looks around, checking the room around them, though doesn't rise from his chair to do so. "Um... Did I bump my head?" he guesses, raising a hand to feel it. "How'd I-- I don't remember coming here, doc..." Though his gaze moved across the others here, at least the ones he could see from his chair, it's only on her face that he focuses. Concern and confusion line his face, but he looks like he expects that she'll know what happened to him. Edited by Michael, Monday, 13. October 2014, 15:56.
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| Janette Adler | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 20:23 Post #76 |
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Ah! Now we're getting somewhere... Janette spoke quietly to Oliver "Since you seem to be the one he had most contact with, I am going to use that if you don't mind. If he seems worried about what happened, suggest that he fainted and perhaps he was just dehydrated." Janette said to Micheal "Just sit still for a few minutes, I am sure you'll be just fine..." "You might have bumped your head just let me finish my exam okay?" Janette held up a finger "Just follow my finger, and don't worry if you have any hallucinations. They should pass." Janette then passed her finger back and forth as one might do in a neurological screening. In the meantime she psyhonauted into his mind with [Auspex: Telepathy] looking for just the specific memories she wanted to pluck from his head with [Dominate: Forgetful Mind] Janette plans to have Micheal remember walking down the street looking for an address, he remembers feeling dizzy and being confused. He wandered into somewhere that he can't remember the name of. In fact he can't remember any names except Oliver's, or exactly where the building he wandered into is. This is not surprising because he was feeling confused. The memories of what people he met are also somewhat fuzzy, and no one; no one at all had any fangs or mentioned anything about 'humans'. If successful she escorts Micheal from the Hospitality Club and to a nearby park bench and she removes the memory of leaving the club, herself and having someone fishing through his mind. She removes any memory of him drinking water from the last day. Lastly she plants a command for Micheal to contact Oliver should he begin remembering what he experienced and be unsettled by it. If all goes according to plan, Micheal and Oliver should be sitting on a nearby bench when Micheal comes back to himself. None the worse for wear. If for some reason Micheal manages to resist... well there is always plan B. Edited by Janette Adler, Thursday, 16. October 2014, 20:32.
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| Oliver | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 21:16 Post #77 |
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"Since you seem to be the one he had most contact with, I am going to use that if you don't mind. If he seems worried about what happened, suggest that he fainted and perhaps he was just dehydrated." "Yes, Dr. Adler. As you wish," Oliver replied just as discretely. The ghoul offered the kine a reassuring smile, seeming concerned as he held a gentle hand in Michael's back, assisting him in keeping his balance. And he watched, as the good doctor went on with her work, addressing the kine. If need be, he'd say just what he'd been told to say, and of course accompany the doctor and her 'patient' out of the club. As he'd walk out, he'd offer Mr. O'Rourke a respectful nod, and a small, discrete wink. Mission accomplished. And, provided that Michael went along with all of that, like the very fortunate little kine that he was, they would - after Oliver had wished Dr. Adler a polite farewell -, be sitting on the bench together... Out of the Kindred infested lair... at last! A deep breath would be taken. Edited by Oliver, Thursday, 16. October 2014, 21:18.
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| Michael | Thursday, 16. October 2014, 23:30 Post #78 |
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"You might have bumped your head just let me finish my exam okay?" "Just follow my finger, and don't worry if you have any hallucinations. They should pass." Michael lifts his hand to his head again, feeling around. "Yeah, I think I might have," he agrees. He nods to the part about hallucinations, not questioning the pairing of 'bumped your head' and 'hallucinations'; she's the doctor, she'd know a lot better than him what could happen when you bump your head. He follows her finger with his eyes. He sits quietly, not looking like he senses or suspects anything else is being done to him as she works. When she's ready to move him outside, he stands and readily follows. He wears a vague smile, paying more attention to her than their surroundings. When she wants him to, he sits on the bench, looking up at her to see what's next. Time passes (or does it?). The doctor is gone, but so too is his memory of her. He takes a deep breath in, much later than Oliver's. The air is refreshing, seeming to clear his mind. He blinks, looking around to see where he is, and spots Fidel next to him. A puzzled look lines his face -- he clearly recognizes the man, but can't seem to place how or why. A quick glance around again (A park? How'd I get here?), then he looks to Fidel once more. "Hey," he greets, sounding confused. He smiles a little, though it looks uncertain. "Um, what happened? I don't remember much of anything." He chuckles a little, but it's more uncertain than amused. |
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| Oliver | Saturday, 18. October 2014, 09:44 Post #79 |
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"Hey," While holding Micheal, who was still dizzy, Oliver was looking in the distance, scanning for the enemy. The human could be a pawn, one never knew. Admitting that accidents did happen, he was not particularly fond of the unexpected. At the 'hey' he turned his head and considered Michael, trying to decide if he was indeed safe or not. He studied the smile... "Um, what happened? I don't remember much of anything." A smiled replied to the chuckle. "You passed out... feeling better?" he asked seeming concerned. "Took you out of the club, gave you some water, brought you here to rest a bit," he explained with a nod, letting go of him and pulling his phone from his pocket. Waiting for the kine to reply, the ghoul stood, taking a few steps and turning to face Michael as he punched in a message: a cryptic one... as any good Operative should... He'd picked up a few things from the movies that he'd watched recently. First time he ever did that. Sitting for hours, doing nothing, was stressing, and he didn't understand why they existed, exactly (if to put the cattle to sleep) - but he'd found that some did contain some practical information. @watchdog --> @mothership: The carrot is cooked, Domina. In park with it. No other vegetables visible. Orders? That should do it, he reflected with a slight frown, before sending the text. Bringing his attention back on Michael, he smiled again. "So, need a lift home?" Edited by Oliver, Saturday, 18. October 2014, 09:45.
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| Michael | Sunday, 19. October 2014, 01:18 Post #80 |
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Michael Larson
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"You passed out... feeling better? "Passed out?" Michael looks as embarrassed as he might if Oliver told him he had stripped naked and given his grandmother a lapdance. He grunts, then runs his hand over his face. "Sorry. Guess I was," he grasps for any memories of the last few hours. "Dehydrated or something." He heh hehs a little, a humorless, embarrassed laugh. "Took you out of the club, gave you some water, brought you here to rest a bit" He looks over to the other man, searching his face. "Fidel, right?" He looks pretty certain that's the guy's name, though not how he knows it or why. "Thanks for getting me out of there, and for the water." He runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth, and indeed doesn't feel that thirsty anymore. When Oliver rises, he stays where he is, making sure he's going to be steady when he does stand up. "Man," he says, half-to himself while the ghoul uses his phone, "I must have put on quite a show..." collapsing to the floor in the middle of a club. He continues to look embarrassed about it. "So, need a lift home?" The mortal hesitates at that; he's already put upon Fidel by making him drag his sorry ass out here and buy water for him, could he bum a ride as well? "Only if it's not out of your way," he decides, compromising, then give his address. Edited by Michael, Sunday, 19. October 2014, 01:20.
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| Michael speaks with an American accent (west coast/northern California, if one is familiar enough with the US to place it). His thoughts. | |
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