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| Arkanin | Jun 24 2012, 12:50 PM Post #1 |
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| ToriHeika | Aug 19 2012, 10:38 PM Post #11 |
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Leah pulled back her hand and disregarded the young man's response. "Whatever, I can see you have a very narrow mind. If you need anything at all you can go to the Inn which is just a five minute walk south from here or you can ask me." As Leah was talking to the young man she notice another newcomer sit nearby. She decided to go get her cup of tea that was now getting cold, and sit next to the new face. "Hi, I'm Leah Rio," Leah said as she took a sip of tea," Pftthththth!... This shit is gross!," Leah spat out the tea into her cup and shoved the cup away from her. |
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| Ame | Aug 20 2012, 11:25 AM Post #12 |
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"Oh, hello there," Colette greeted with a slight smile, turning to look at the girl who just took a seat next to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Wait. The wheels in her mind started turning. Had she said Rio? Could she be related to James Rio? Before she had the chance to ask about it, Leah had spit her tea into her cup. Colette wrinkled her nose a bit. "I guess I'll make a note not to order the tea," she joked. "Actually, Miss Rio, I actually came to town looking for a James Rio. Perhaps you could be of help?" Colette asked, trying to be polite. |
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| chaoticwaffle | Aug 20 2012, 02:35 PM Post #13 |
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Gairon keeps getting antsy. His mind is going all over the place thinking about this deal. As a mob boss it's his job to make deals, get money, and grow his organization, and not worry about what others do. But he just couldn't help it. He keeps thinking how much fun he has when he haggles and makes deals and that it has been a while since he personally brokered a dealm, but then also keeps wondering what Frenzy needs these weapons for. He keeps thinking that if any innocent people were to die by these weapons that it would be his fault, but then again he isn't the only mob boss and if he didn't someone else would sell them the weapons. Not only that weapons don't kill people, people kill people. Right? Right? "Man I just need a drink and to get this over with." Gairon spoke out loud and sighed to himself. His men had become used to the fact that their boss talked to himself sometimes. He had 4 of his men with him. 3 of which were younger men. The youngest being 19 and the oldest being 28. However in the passenger seat was the 4th man who was a bit older. His name was Ginyu and he had worked for Kenji, Gairon's father. He was about 50 now. Gairon keeps Ginyu around as council considering he has been in this business awhile, and greatly respects the man. Everyone else in the gang respects Ginyu's tenure and wisdom as well. Now was not the time though. He arrived at the tavern and parked. He told the 3 men in the back they can get out if they want, but it was their job to watch the car. He said they could even take turns going inside if they wanted as long as at least 2 stayed by the car. He then walked inside with Ginyu. He wasn't going to bring the weapons in yet, not until a deal was struck. He walked in, looked around and saw a shady character in the corner. He realized he was probably too good at spotting people in places like these. Oh well. He definately knew it was Frenzy's representative after the man looked at him and then started to look around. Gairon just thought to himself "rookie". And began to walk towards him, Ginyu in tow. Edited by chaoticwaffle, Aug 26 2012, 01:07 PM.
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