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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 17:52 (1,054 Views) | |
| Lynx | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 17:52 Post #1 |
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Lynx had had his car service drop him off tonight, as he did most nights. The new driver was working out nicely. Friendly sort. A very good driver. They at least shared a love of the ladies and had more than a few times chatted up over a rather attractive lady passing by. Tonight the 5'7 stocky Irishman was in a simple red button down, sleeves rolled back. He had a pair of black slacks and sandals on and he moved through the process of opening his club up with ease of practice. He unlocked the doors and walked in. Then he went over to the bar and put a blood bag into the boiler so he could get a solid drink into him to sooth the nights hunger. There was definite advantages to owning the bar. He hadn't actually needed to hunt yet. Considering how he'd consolidated the Torchwood wealth, set up the trust fund for Celestia and arranged for Kristoff Jorgenson to do some creative accounting he was actually making a profit too. Not necessarily out of this club, but the man was a positive fiend with the stockmarket and Lynx had been displeased to learn that Blucher's group had been using his money at a certain disadvantage to himself. But that's what having lawyers who only operated in the daytime was for. They'd managed to get everything straightened out and the awkward entanglements had been sorted out. So now, his drink nice and warmed he snipped the top and was pouring the blood bag into his nice heavy pewter tankard, relaxing and looking forward to another evening playing his piano and enjoying the mellow atmosphere of his sanctuary. |
color code 00CC00 #BC8F8F: Japanese ![]() “if you consider a woman less pure after you've touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands” Permanent Fangs - Flaw Sharpened teeth from fangs back - Frenzy Mark | |
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| Connor O'Rourke | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 19:22 Post #2 |
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Okay, this was too damned weird. What the fuck was going on in that house, anyway? It probably wasn't very professional to be so damned curious about what his boss was getting up to, but Connor had been hired for his driving abilities, discretion had never really come up. And tonight, his curiosity had gotten the best of him. And so, he had dropped off the Rolls with the car service and picked up his own car - and then headed right back. He had no idea what he was going to say, he just knew that this was a very odd area for someone like Lynx to be in. He parked in front of the building and went up and knocked on the door. |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 19:31 Post #3 |
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A knock? Well, that was bizarre. Lynx sipped his warm tankard and then set it down under the bar and out of sight with a sigh. He got door to door missionaries and the like from time to time. It was the downside of the place looking like a regular house. Still, it also allowed for a wonderful disguise. So he walked around the bar and opened the door. Blinking in surprise to see his driver standing there. Without thinking about it he stepped back and waved for the man to enter. After all, if he'd taken the time to come back around then clearly SOMETHING was on his mind. Lynx's green eyes did a quick scan but there was nothing to set the place apart from a regular pub. At least on this floor. His mind flashed back to Jason and the decision that had led to him being where he was now. Preserve the Masquerade and take a ghoul, or kill a mortal and hide a body. He rather hoped it wasn't going to come to that. He rather liked Conner. The man had the same taste in women he did. Present. "Conner. I have te say I didn't expect te see ye dropping by. Come in and tell me what's on yer mind." Conner hadn't asked him about the teeth. He'd prepared a story about having a vampire fetish and using it to get the ladies if he was asked. Eccentric rich young man after all. He could get away with spending his money on frivolous things like permanent teeth reconstruction just to impress a subset of women. Still. Just what did this man want with him? |
color code 00CC00 #BC8F8F: Japanese ![]() “if you consider a woman less pure after you've touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands” Permanent Fangs - Flaw Sharpened teeth from fangs back - Frenzy Mark | |
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| Connor O'Rourke | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 21:01 Post #4 |
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Connor walked in and looked around curiously. "A pub? I don't know what the hell I was expecting, but it wasn't this. I couldn't help but be curious about what someone like you was doing around here. Why the fucking secrecy, dude?" He stopped for a minute. "Though, it does make me wonder why a pub is going out of it's way to look like a house. I mean, they can't get much business here. Seems like a damn poor business strategy, to me" if anything, his curiosity had only grown. |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 21:10 Post #5 |
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Lynx raised a golden eyebrow and walked back over to the bar. He leaned back against it and regarded Connor with amusement. He crossed his arms over his stocky chest and chuckled. "Surely ye know what a Gentleman's Club is. Invitation only. A retreat fer folk in need of solitude and companionship. I don't mean with the ladies. Well, this is sort o'a VIP club. A select customer group gets te come in. Enjoy the Pub. Upstairs is a reading library. Full o'books from all turns o'the century, and modern fiction and comic books, because I stocked it. Then we've got meeting rooms and stuff fer back alley dealings. Ye might consider it jest a sort o'Secret Society club house. If ye like." He ran a hand through his blond hair and considered his driver. It didn't look like the guy had any clues there was more to the club that it's weird hidden decor. Which was good. After all the entire point of the place was for it to blend in and be inconspicuous. So he looked around and gave a friendly shrug, chucking to himself. "It's no that great a secret I suppose. Jest a private place. We dunna have a lot o'members. But I'm curious. What made ye decide te drop by. Ye had te know that doing something like this could get ye fired? I mean, what if I was meeting a married woman here on the sly or some such?" |
color code 00CC00 #BC8F8F: Japanese ![]() “if you consider a woman less pure after you've touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands” Permanent Fangs - Flaw Sharpened teeth from fangs back - Frenzy Mark | |
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| Connor O'Rourke | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 21:51 Post #6 |
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Connor looked confused at first and then started laughing. "Where I'm from a Gentleman's Club is a very different thing. And all right, maybe coming here was fucking stupid. But I guess that while something like this was the last thing I would have expected, somehow you havin' an affair didn't cross my mind, either. Couldn't help wondering if you were getting up to something that... if I got dragged into it would ruin any chance of me going back to my old career if I ever wanted to. Guess I just thought that losing this job might be better than losing that one. I like you, and I like working for you - but not enough to go to jail for you." |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 22:08 Post #7 |
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Lynx snorted in amusement and shook his head, laughing and reaching up to rub a hand over his face. His shoulders shook as he chuckled. "I'm afraid nothing that goes on here is against the law. I won't say that some of what crosses yer mind fer a proper Gentleman's Club hasn't happened. I've brought the odd lady here a time or two. But no, it's just a social place fer me and me mates te hang out. Nothing untoward te get ye in trouble." He paused and considered what Connor had said. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "But what did ye do before that yer so concerned ye couldn't go back to?" Honestly he still didn't know his new driver all that well. Perhaps he should rectify that. There were obviously deeper layers to the man than he'd imagined. If nothing else he'd shown he had a solid sense of curiosity about him. |
color code 00CC00 #BC8F8F: Japanese ![]() “if you consider a woman less pure after you've touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands” Permanent Fangs - Flaw Sharpened teeth from fangs back - Frenzy Mark | |
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| Connor O'Rourke | Thursday, 2. October 2014, 01:30 Post #8 |
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Connor laughed even harder. "Well, that's good, then. As for what I used to do? I was a race car driver. Not sure I want to go back to it, but I'd like to keep the option open. Never know when doing the speed limit might get boring as fuck." |
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| Lynx | Thursday, 2. October 2014, 01:53 Post #9 |
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Lynx chuckled in amusement and leaned back against the bar. He crossed his arms over his chest and regarded Connor approvingly. A solid driver that used to be a racecar driver eh? Well that was pretty cool. A lot of things would depend on how he played out, but he'd keep an eye on his driver. See how things went. For the moment he ran his hand through his hair. "Well, as there's nobody from the Club currently here te object te yer presence would ye like a drink? We've got beer, scotch, whiskey and water. Fer food I'm afraid we only have peanuts, pretzels and M&M's the new barmaid has been stocking. I don't think she's in this evening. Ordinarily the place is invitation only ye know, so iffen another member comes in ye'll have te leave. They won't give me to much shite because I own the place, but Club rules be what they be." He walked around behind the bar and picked up his tankard. Fortunately the pewter was solid and there was no sign of WHAT was inside it. He took a long swallow and set it back beneath the bar and picked up his wiping rag, flipping it over his shoulder like a good tapster and regarding Connor steadily to see what he might want. He thought it might be more suspicious to kick the man out directly than to chat with him a while. Besides, he might have use for a mortal who could drive at a solid pace some day. "Have ye considered lookin inte the race tracks around London? I don't know what kinds there are meself, not being a racing man. But I imagine there might be something." |
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| Connor O'Rourke | Thursday, 2. October 2014, 19:59 Post #10 |
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"Just a water would be great, man. And don't worry about kicking me out if any of the members show up. If the owner doesn't follow the rules, how can he expect anyone else to, right? Gotta set a good example, and shit." He hoped his just wanting water wouldn't raise any eyebrows, but what could he do? If they had any soda, he could have ordered that, but... Water seemed to be the only thing on the menu that he could have. He grinned when Lynx mentioned looking into the racetracks around London. "There's the Aintree near Liverpool, Brand's Hatch in Kent, Domington Park in Leicestershire, and Silverstone in Northamptonshire. I don't know my Geography well enough to know how close any of them are to here, but those are the ones I know about." Never hurt to know exatly what your options might be. Even if you weren't sure if you wanted to do anything with the information. |
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| Lynx | Thursday, 2. October 2014, 20:10 Post #11 |
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Lynx plucked down a tall glass and filled it with water from a tap and grinned, setting it down he also slid a bowl of pretzels and M&M's Connor's way with a smile. He seemed relaxed. He picked up his tankard and finished with a few swallowed and took a moment to take it to the back where he could rinse it without the human getting a chance to see what was in it. "Well, iffen ye need a sponsor I suppose I'd have te watch ye race before I made up me mind. Be interesting te say the least. So why not go for a return te the track? Seems like being a driver like this would be a might on the boring side compared te blasting around the track full speed." Lynx wasn't a racing fan himself. He didn't get the appeal of driving in circles. Though he imagined there was some fun to by had just driving at such high speed. It was probably an adrenalin thing. He'd always found other ways to entertain himself though. He didn't judge what people wanted to do for entertainment and work though. He just figured people needed to be happy with themselves. Once he was done cleaning out the mug he returned and leaned against the bar, raising a golden eyebrow and regarding the man. "Seems like ye miss it enough te look inte where ye can do it again." |
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| Connor O'Rourke | Friday, 3. October 2014, 03:34 Post #12 |
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Connor took a long drink of his water. A year ago, he probably would have spit it back out. But a lot can change in a year. "Maybe someday I'll take you up on that. I admit I've been thinking about going back. You're right, that's part of why I was looking into race tracks around here. Just not sure I'm ready for the whole 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous' shit, again." Could he go back to racing, and not take up drinking again? That was the million dollar question. though, maybe he should start thinking like a Brit and calling it the million pound question. They tell you in AA to avoid situations that you used to drink at. Though he knew they didn't mean forever. And Lynx was right. He was definitely starting to miss it. And besides... Maybe here "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous" would include being able to get a membership to a place like this. He could get used to hanging out here, even if the only thing he could drink was water. "Out of curiosity, what's it take to join this club of yours? It might be nice to be able to kick back here once in a while." |
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| Lynx | Friday, 3. October 2014, 12:47 Post #13 |
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Lynx chuckled and nodded. He could understand not being sure if you were ready to get into a certain lifestyle. Goodness knows he was weird for a rich kid. Didn't go to the exclusive parties. Didn't buy expensive suits. Hell the car service Connor drove for was probably the most pampered thing he used now. Aside from the six grand he'd dropped on his electronic keyboard. But he didn't consider that a luxury. That music was in many ways his life. "Ah, figuring out how ye can live can be a tricky proposition, that is fer sure. A lot o'folk who find themselves dropped into money and fame have a bit o trouble adjusting to it. Like meself fer instance. Me Ma is a college professor. A Doctor of Gaelic Studies and English Literature. So I grew up middle glass through and through. Grew te manhood in Canada, actually. Then when I turned 19 er so I get a letter from a law firm saying that there was a chance that I was the estranged son o' Jonathan Torchwood and would I please take this complimentary flight te England fer a DNA test. By the time I arrived me Da had died in that Camden earthquake. But it turned out I was his son. Suddenly I'm Lord Torchwood and pretty bloody rich. Don't have a damned clue what te do with it most days." He chuckled in amusement and reached up and ran a hand through his hair. He regarded Connor with good humor as his mind flailed and scrambled around trying to find an answer for just how the club made it's selection processes. Good lord he'd never considered having to explain that one. His mind blanked. He flailed around and considered what to say. "Ah well, being a Legacy is one way te get in. Iffen yer parents were members then ye've got a shot. Membership can be a wee bit complicated. There are a lot o'odd hobbies involved. Some of our members are heavily inte Live Action Role Play, ye see. Ye've noticed me own dental appendages. Well, couple o'the girls about tend to gush at being nibbled on. Hence me cashing in on the fetishes so te speak. That's no te say we're a sex club at all. I'm jest saying it's a bit, odd. Ye have te be a very secretive and trustworthy person te be considered fer membership, and find a member te sponsor ye." |
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| Connor O'Rourke | Tuesday, 14. October 2014, 05:18 Post #14 |
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OOC Well, the part about instant wealth was something he could somewhat relate to, at least. "I hear that. At least in my case, I had worked my way up to it. And I still managed to get pretty fucked up. I can just imagine what it was like to just be thrown into the damned deep end." The explanation about the club made him smile. Secretive he could do. After all, he'd been keeping a secret of his own for about a year. Not even the buddy that helped him get rid of the evidence knew what he was getting rid of the evidence to. Though, that probably also threw "trustworthy" right out the window. "Well, definitely not a legacy. My family is on another continent. Maybe someday I'll manage to get someone to sponser me, though." He grinned a bit sheepishly. "Which is not me fishing for a sponsorship. More thinking out loud. But man... are there really chicks that get off on those teeth? I had wondered what the fuck was up with them but... I really am capable of discretion, once in a while." |
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| Lynx | Tuesday, 14. October 2014, 12:57 Post #15 |
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"Ah well, better te make yer money yerself than jest have it dropped on ye, te tell ye the truth. Ye probably appreciate it better than I did. I sent a goodly portion to me Ma'. Paid off her debts and stuff. Not that she had te many. Being a Doctor o'Studies in University and all. But taking care o'me Ma' was the first thing." He chuckled and nodded though, he could appreciate Connor's sentiments. There were down sides to suddenly finding himself wealthy. Though he was fortunate, he'd always had enough money growing up that he appreciated its value without going insane when he got it. In fact aside from spending six grand on his electric keyboard he'd done pretty well to keep from splurging on anything. "It's all good, I knew what ye meant. As fer the teeth. Well, between Twilight, True Blood and Anne Rice there are a lot o'girls out there who want a dark and mysterious man te sweep them off their feet. Te be a dark and brooding figure in their lives. Or in my case a laughing trickster who promises danger and mystery." He wiggled his fingers around all mysteriously and grinned in amusement. Shrugging. The 5'7 man just laughed. With his scar and the fangs he did a decent enough job of looking dangerous when he mocked scowled. |
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| Connor O'Rourke | Wednesday, 29. October 2014, 17:29 Post #16 |
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"Yeah, I wasn't exactly poor growing up, either. Though nothing compared to what I was making towards the end of my racing career. Of course, first thing I did was pay off my damned student loans. And a lot of what I had when I decided to walk away went to charity." And the fact that Charity just happened to be the name of the little girl he had almost killed made that actually truer than it might have been. "I see. I think I'll take your word for that. Then again... I guess that danger and mystery was what made me so attractive, too. I'm not quite sure why it's just assumed that I'm some kind of bad boy just because I can drive a car really fast. But who the fuck was I to argue?" And in the end were the women that went for that whole "dark and brooding vampire" schtick really any different from the ones who got off on the damned races? Probably not. Just a different type of adreneline junkie. |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 29. October 2014, 18:02 Post #17 |
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"Well, good that ye donated yer money te charity. Lots o'good organizations out there that can always use a helping hand. I'm sure they appreciated yer generosity." The Irishman ran his hand through his golden hair and grinned, his (obviously) fake teeth gleaming as he chuckled at Connor's explanation, his bright green eyes sparkling in amusement. He leaned against the bar again and rested his elbows on the hard counter, showing every sign of being relatively relaxed. He chuckled and nodded. "Ah women er strange that way. They have the things they like te do, there can be no questions there. Tis a mystery what gets inte their heads sometimes, but once an idea does and hooks itself te their loins, there is sticks. Ferever more that trigger'll shoot through them and set them on fire. I can't complain when it works out in me favor, now can I?" He laughed in amusement at that. Shaking his head and grinning. "Not that we menfolk are any different. Look how many guys'll drop their jaws the minute they see a girl in a school uniform or something o'the like. We're all jest simple creatures when ye get right down to it." |
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| Connor O'Rourke | Tuesday, 18. November 2014, 16:22 Post #18 |
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Connor lets the comment about charity slide, wondering why he even let himself get on that subject to begin with. The last thing he needs is to get into a subject about which charities he supports. What would he say, anyway? Is there a charity for victims of hit and run drivers? If he wasn't careful, he'd end up in a crapload of trouble. "Yeah, I guess everyone has their fetishes, even if they don't admit them. And I'm certainly not going to argue when it works out in my favour. Though it never would have occurred to me to do something just to fit one. Then again... I've never worked at a club like this. Who knows what I might have gotten into if I had." He finishes his water and puts the glass back on the bar. "But I should probably not be here when your members start showing up. I don't want to get you in trouble and start losing your clientele. Besides, even I can't drive half asleep, so I should probably catch some z's in case my boss decides to call at some God awful time in the morning for a ride home." There was still something very strange about this place, no denying that. And he was no detective, but maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to try to find out what. But as entertaining as it was to talk to Lynx, he wasn't going to get any more information standing here. And he really did need to get some sleep before his mind started running away with him. |
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