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| Topic Started: Jul 4 2013, 08:27 PM (10 Views) | |
| V.V. | Jul 4 2013, 08:27 PM Post #1 |
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Judge Stromm visits a bar (not in uniform obviously) on his off time but it is not part of his Black Ops missions! Someone is a corrupt Judge! (18:33:28 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Judge Stromm · Viktor Stromm : Hall of Justice MC1|IC -Is in a small, darkly lit bar...- says to ALL: Lot of things Judges weren't supposed to do. Lot of things the Hall of Justice made you swear to give up. That means that I've broken my oath because I liked to indulge in a drink and a nice piece of ass now and then. How else was a Judge supposed to unwind? Especially one that worked behind the scenes and wasn't even recognized by the public at large. It was a seedy bar on street level but it fit the bill. Dressed in cargo pants and a tight fitting t-shit I looked like anyone else except for the tightly knotted combat boots I never took off. They were the kind of shit kickers that everyone knew would hurt when they got pressed up against the side of someones face. With a glass of clear liquid in my right hand I'd lift it higher to mouth and begin to drink slowly, the alcohol burnt but it felt good going down my throat, before setting it back down; pacing myself since I knew public intoxication was against the law and I didn't want to leave to drunk. Looking back over my shoulder I checked to make sure that no one could recognize me but with a helmtet covering most of my face when I was on duty there wasn't much risk of that. Tonight was my time to just relax and unwind, forgetting about all the bullshit I had to deal with, just one night where I didn't have to uphold the law. (19:03:01 ) . Y o L a N D a | V i $ s e R . | Entertainer . Dancer | Room Admin | MC-1| Imagine Chat - -Is in a small, darkly lit bar...- says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: -Far beneath the heavy iron towers of the immense Mega Blocks of Mega City-1 there existed a whole other world surviving on a lower more basic level. Street level was one of the worst places to be but the people here still managed to get by in ways both new and well regarded as tried and true. Bars and clubs, brothels and fight clubs, illegal gambling and television shows broadcast on pirate stations. Of course some sectors were cleaner more reputable than others but this was not one of those places.- -Yolanda had seen you before though perhaps you didn’t remember this place as they all blended into one another. One dive into the other. But this dive happened to be her second home, a place she knew inside and out which meant new faces always stuck out. You were clean and you seemed relatively quiet which meant she should have given you a wider berth as the silent types turned out to be some of the more messed up, but with the pickings slim at this hour she decided to take the risk. It wasn’t like you could take her anywhere anyways so she was safe. Approaching the bar she’d lean her small scantily clad frame against it to ask after you had taken a drink.- “You look lonely. You could have me for the cost of another drink.”-The girls here were taught to be pretty direct and there was no illusion or double talk, unless a guy like that kinda thing, it was straight to business.- (19:16:56 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Judge Stromm · Viktor Stromm : Hall of Justice MC1|IC -Is in a small, darkly lit bar...- says to . Y o L a N D a | V i $ : Blissfully ignorant to most of the illegal activities going on around me, there were a few, I remained quiet at the bar until the silhouette of a woman appeared in my peripheral and my body tensed briefly before the small figure of Yolanda leaned against the bar next to me where she propositioned me blatantly. Looking at her I remained quiet though it remained clear from the movements my eyes made I was checking out the merchandise, deciding whether she was worth the credits, but before long I'd told her..."You're very intuitive. Deal."...it didn't seem like I'd take much convincing and without a moment longer I'd produced enough credits for another drink and left them on the bar next to me. Like her I was fairly direct. There was something I always had to know when it came to the girls in these bars though..."What's your name?"...it didn't matter if they gave me a fake name I just liked to have something to call them by seeing as how it completed the illusion for me. Taking another sip from my cup I'd have shift to look at her, she was small and good looking, there were plenty of things I could do to a girl like her. (19:28:08 ) . Y o L a N D a | V i $ s e R . | Entertainer . Dancer | Room Admin | MC-1| Imagine Chat - -Is in a small, darkly lit bar...- says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: -Yolanda was like most girls working joints like this although her selection of clothing, what little that there was, was not as garish or outlandish as some with bright colours and costume like attire other whores adopted as part of their persona. She was just Yolanda from a dirt poor, street level hood who by some miracle of design and against terrible odds grew into this womanly figure seen before you which netted her a lot of attention, much of it unwanted, and a lot of credits. Smiling sincerely when she saw the credits produced, indicating you wanted to do business, she’d turn to press into you, reacting by touching you only now that you produced currency.- “My name is whatever you want it to be, stranger.”-Her hands coming to rest on your thighs now that you had shifted to look at her she’d grin and rock her hips side to side in a small playful dance before gliding her hands higher up your thighs. Meanwhile at that moment the bartender would happen by to take the credits, though no drink was provided afterward. Yolanda would get that after she performed appropriately in the poorly lit alcoves in the back area of the bar which only vaguely provided privacy as they were simply stalls, some without proper doors.- (19:38:05 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Judge Stromm · Viktor Stromm : Hall of Justice MC1|IC -Is in a small, darkly lit bar...- says to . Y o L a N D a | V i $ : Names were overrated anyways even if they were my quirk however I decided she didn't need one seeing as how she had a pretty face and a full womanly figure and I'd done this with less attractive women. As she came closer to me, pressing into me, with her hands finding my thighs I'd have smiled, watching her closely, before reaching to the side and taking my glass so that I could down the rest of it in one heavy shot while her hands roamed higher. The Bartender took the credits as expected which meant she was all mine. Reaching out I would take her by the hips with strong, powerful, hands that her calloused before beginning to slide them higher against her sides with my thumbs reaching in to glide across the edge of her stomach. Then I was on my feet with her still in my hold, towering over her, my head tilting down..."Lead the way."...I said before my hands shifted , drawing themselves away from her though one fell lower against the curve of her ass, giving it a squeeze, to see how firm it was while I stepped aside. The Alcoves in these places were dingy but that was nothing new as long as some drunk didn't come stumbling in while I got what I paid for. [roleplay taken to PM after this point] |
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2:13 PM Jul 11
