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| Topic Started: Saturday, 16. November 2013, 22:41 (1,242 Views) | |
| Toran | Monday, 18. November 2013, 01:38 Post #21 |
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Toran blinked behind the green sunglasses. Then he reached up with a tattooed hand and those thick wire and gear marked fingers slid the viridian lenses away from his eyes to reveal the near silver iris with now just a hint of blue. He took a deep breath and sighed, a deep rumbling hrm emerging from his chest. The back of his head screamed but he shut that door and locked it off. He had promised Sawyer he was going to keep his shit and he meant to do so. The 36 year old bearded man regard Moshe for a moment and then shook his head. His deep voice was soft, black as night and drifting like smoke. "I'm sorry if I over stepped by offering you extra help young man. It wasn't my intention to belittle you or make you feel patronized. And you're right, I have noticed how attractive this young lady is and was admiring it, perhaps a bit too forwardly. But there's no call to be crass in front of a woman, nor to make a vulgar statement to strangers. So I guess at this point, I'm going to consider my kindness managed, and I'll be on my way. It's a pity that a brief act of kindness and a friendly conversation had to be turned into something ugly. I hope you find the dark place that comes from and get a handle on it. Before it eats you alive. Because it will boy. I've spent my time in the dark to see how it does. So good day." With that he tilts his head slightly to both of them, slips the sunglasses back on to restore the illusion of having green eyes and starts to walk away. His heavy boots thumping on the pavement beneath his feet even as his long legs covered the ground in a casual pace. |
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| Tzippy | Monday, 18. November 2013, 01:47 Post #22 |
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Moshe winced, shoulders hunching up and face going crimson as he raised his hands, "Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry sorry! I just think stuff and it goes and... And... Sorry. I didn't mean to be mean. Sorry." The last word was said quietly forlorn as the taller man turned to walk off. Which was a surprise. He was expecting to get hit at the least. He glanced to the woman before starting to back off, biting his lip as he looked around with a bit of panic. Probably best to make his escape now and find a dark hole to die of mortification in. For fuck's sake, Klein, this is why you shouldn't be around people. Say stupid shit and people get hurt or angry. Or both. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 18. November 2013, 01:55 Post #23 |
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Huh? what? No, wait, that wasn't... Oh For fuck's sake. "Ah, guys. C'mon..." the laughter died in an instant as the girl looked from one to the other. One already walking off and the other backing up with a look that suggested he might just up and run. Great. This just turned from harmless fun to total faceplant. Just... Lucy let out a sigh as her shoulders sagged and she made one last attempt of salvaging things. "Hey... no need to be like that. Let me buy you guys a round and let's just forget about this little mishap, hm?" she smiled, the offer genuine and hopefully spoken loud enough for Toran to catch before he moved out of range. The Swede though hadn't otherwise moved, a bit stuck between the two as the current situation stood. "Please?" because that made things better, right? |
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| Jen | Monday, 18. November 2013, 02:02 Post #24 |
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(god damnit Jen, quit wandering off!)
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| Toran | Monday, 18. November 2013, 02:03 Post #25 |
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The big man paused, adjusted his shoulder bag and sighed. "Sorry, my temper's been a bit uncertain lately. I'd enjoy a drink, though I can't have many. I've got a pretty important meeting in a few hours. Round 10ish. But I could use a nice drink to get me ready for it." He regarded Lucy from behind his green tinted lenses. He didn't SEEM about to freak out or throw a hissy fit. Frankly he'd just had a pretty rough week and he didn't want to tempt fate when people were going to blurt rude shit in front of him. Just because the girl's corset was making him want to find a dark alley and loose morality, didn't mean he was going to talk in front of her like he was trash. "I gotta be over in Westminster on Jubilee St around then, but if you'd like to head that way with me I do have time to kill." Sawyer had impressed on him the importance of NOT making a big deal out of the Muse. Something about it being a safe place to meet for vampires, but that most of it was a human occupied zone, where secrets had to be kept. So he was going to do his best to just pretend it was a normal gallery and club until his boss showed up. |
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| Tzippy | Monday, 18. November 2013, 02:10 Post #26 |
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The little man glanced between them, wincing at the conversation. Yeah, probably best to be on his way then. Leave them to themselves. Just be a third wheel at best and he didn't even know their names anyway. Wasn't safe. He'd get a drink once he was back on safe ground. With an awkward wave, the smaller man went to slink off, still red enough to match the hood of his jacket. Idiot. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 18. November 2013, 02:19 Post #27 |
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"Hey, you don't need to..." leave... But forcing someone to stay sure as Hell wouldn't do any good either. As such, a gentle smile was given to Mosh as he slinked away. "If you're ever by Hammersmith, check out the Pink Squid" the Brujah called after him as he left, a small wave of her hand seeing him off before she paused and looked to Toran. "Still feel like that company?" Lucy asked as she turned to face him properly, cigarette still caught between the middle and index finger of her right hand as she regarded his body language in an attempt to judge his real mood. Sure, she could up and just fix his mood to suit her needs. But that was a cheap way of going about it. And quite honestly, not always the best way to go about it either. Sometimes, you just had to rely on doing things the old fashioned way and if nothing else, she might as well take the practice while she could afford to fail. Though failure would still suck. Majorly suck in fact when succeeding had the potential of being real good. |
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| Toran | Monday, 18. November 2013, 02:27 Post #28 |
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The large man raised his wire and geared inked hand and ruffled his hair. He felt like a shit. Poor kid might have been having a bad day or something. Goodness knows he's had his fair share of craptastic days of late. Still, done is done. He'd make it up to him if he ever saw him again, but for now, he was hoping to salvage a pleasant opportunity with a pretty attractive woman. Pink Squid huh? He'd have to do some digging. He hadn't heard of the place before. He gave her a rueful smile and shrugged his thick shoulders. "I'm game, if you don't mind hanging out with a lout who sticks his boot so far in his mouth all he tastes is kneecap. Kid didn't deserve to get chewed out like that. Shit's just been kind of complicated of late." He walked back towards Lucy and paused, waiting to see where they'd go, he rather he hoped he'd be heading towards his destination, but if the delay wasn't too long, he could afford it. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 18. November 2013, 02:34 Post #29 |
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"Everyone has bad days" she nodded with a sympathetic smile, taking a couple of steps towards him with a light tilt of her head that had the messy hair style she always sported hanging out of the way of her face. "You and him both" though Mosh had run off before she could really do anything to make his day any better. Maybe, just maybe though she'd see him around the shop? Unlikely really, but you never knew. It might happen. For now, the girl's purple eyes were fixed on Toran. "Wanna talk about it? I can totally understand if you don't wanna spill your thoughts to a complete stranger, but, if you don't wanna talk, maybe I can offer you a distraction instead?" he could make of that comment pretty much anything he wanted. Because the Brujah was curious to see what he thought of when offered something as potentially diverse as simply a "distraction". The smile was perhaps innocent enough, but heh, Lucy couldn't really feign innocence all that well. So, the hint of mischief could still be caught as a glimmer in her eyes by anyone perceptive enough to catch onto it. |
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| Toran | Monday, 18. November 2013, 02:43 Post #30 |
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He chuckles softly, he was more than willing to go along with anything distracting. But manner's first. "The name is Toran Craig. I'm just a fix it guy, you break it, I try to put it back together." He extends a large tattooed hand out to her for a handshake. "As for my week, ran into an old friend. Indulged a bit too much and had a bit of a fight. She's pissed at me, her friends are a bit embarrassed and to top it off I got mugged, twice. Once I came out on top, the other time, not so much. But I'm hoping things'll turn around. Maybe they are now." He grins wide at Lucy, his deep voice like a soft rolling chorus of base, just drifting through the night. "Should I snag us a cab over to Westminster? Get us those drinks?" It was a bit forward, but he figured he might as well go for it, and if it all crashed and burned at least he'd be at the appropriate location to meet Sawyer and Henderson... whoever that was. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 18. November 2013, 02:57 Post #31 |
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The Swede took his hand with her own much smaller one which sort of seemed to disappear once his fingers wrapped around it. If nothing else, the girl had a good handshake, even if her strength was nothing out of the ordinary she at least knew not to give one of those handshakes that left you feeling as if you'd just gripped wet noodles. "Lucinda Fehrer, but I go by Lucy. It's nice to meet you Toran, though sorry 'bout your week. It sounds like a real drag" it honestly did. "I like your ink though, maybe you could call that cab and you can tell me about it over drinks? I'm tattoo artist myself so I'm kinda into that sort of stuff" and while a few pieces were partially visible with her current low cut corset, he might get a better idea of what she meant as she slipped the jacket off her right shoulder to expose the top part of a beautifully and richly colourful Asian inspired sleeve. "Or, I mean, we could just walk and talk? That's fine too" the Swede suggested, finding that that damn voice of his was gently nudging her line of thought out of focus every time he opened his mouth. How the Hell he did it was beyond her though. |
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| Toran | Monday, 18. November 2013, 03:03 Post #32 |
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"Kinda like the idea of relaxing with a few drinks and your company Lucy." The big man took two steps out into the road and just help up his hand in front off a passing cab. The vehicle slammed on the brakes and the driver waved his hands and yelled until Toran fished out about 30 quid and waved it in his face. His voice was a dark rumble and his eyes focused hard on the driver. "Take us to the quietest bar closest to 30 Jubilee St, fast as you can make it." The soft deep voice suddenly sounded like a hammer slamming down. It wasn't that he was setting out to be a hardass. He just didn't feel like putting up with cabby banter and shit. Smiling he opened the door for Lucy. "After you Lucy. When we get there I can show you the rest of the ink if you want, it covers the whole right side and a bit of the ribs." He wasn't planning on mentioning the piercings he had gotten, she might have noticed the tongue ring by now, she might see the nipple piercings making X's under his nipples, but he really doubted he was going to have the good fortune that she'd find the rest. As soon as they were settled, the cabby took off |
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