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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 10, 2016 16:39:02 GMT -6
Not too far from where he currently stood were two people standing near the entrance he came in. Much like with Vernon, Sybil felt the wispy fingers of recognition tug at his memory, but he couldn't put an exact name to either of their faces. He lifted his hand in a slight wave as he stepped closer to the duo. "Good afternoon to you both. You came in at the perfect time. It seems that Mister Jaratkaru will be seeing to us shortly. My name is Sibyl. If you don't mind me asking, what are your-" Sibyl's question ended early as he got a closer look at the hat of the taller of the two. That insignia... O h!
Shirley eyed the darker man as he approached the two, only responding to his wave by raising her head slightly then giving a quick look to her boss. All of the others already appeared to be getting along great, she could only hope he was not some rabble rouser come to rouse up some rabble. Hearing what the person now identified as Sibyl had to say she raised her eyebrows. "You're tellin' me the man upstairs is fixin' to bring himself in front of this group?" Robert grumbled quietly. Acknowledging his aside with a laugh, Shirley adjusted her hat slightly. It wasn't uncommon for outsiders to simply think she was hiding her eye as a show of respect for her boss, the only ones who knew she removed it by choice were those that bore witness and those whom she told herself; face to face. With an unnecessary smile and overly friendly tone. "Yes... Well, I can only assume by the preceding context that you are asking for identification." Replacing her more serious demeanor the woman laughed jokingly before continuing. "Shirley Hohenzollern. Boss is Robert Lukaczuk. I've heard too many names to remember them all but, uh, think I've heard about you; fella who does bombs? Not something we've had need for, personally, but we've heard about your work." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 10, 2016 16:51:16 GMT -6
Vernon was shocked to see someone actually attempting to make conversation with him outside of bitter arguments. The promiscuous Aleece, whom he was more than familiar with given how often she.... 'worked.' Upon beginning the conversation however, it was clear it wasn't him that she was interested in but rather his knack for 'cleaning up.' His expression immediately faded into a slight scowl as she went on with the details. He took a swig of his flask before responding.
"Y'know? Its easier to get rid of these bodies when ya bring 'em to me, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at the woman. "Didn't expect to be workin' today, but yeah sure, I'll get rid of 'im for ya. I'll take care of it after this meeting." He groaned, making no attempt to hide his irritation. "Its gonna cost ya, though. Given its a day off for me. Didja snatch the fella's wallet, or anything of that sort?" He questioned, slowly becoming more interested in the man Aleece offed.
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 10, 2016 17:30:27 GMT -6
"Y'know? Its easier to get rid of these bodies when ya bring 'em to me, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at the woman. "Didn't expect to be workin' today, but yeah sure, I'll get rid of 'im for ya. I'll take care of it after this meeting." He groaned, making no attempt to hide his irritation. "Its gonna cost ya, though. Given its a day off for me. Didja snatch the fella's wallet, or anything of that sort?" He questioned, slowly becoming more interested in the man Aleece offed. "Oh but my weak little arms can't carry him," She pouted. Although she wasn't overly muscular, a second look would prove this statement to be false. She was well toned and likely could easily hoist someone, even a larger man, into something to transport him. "But yes, I realize my mistake. Our engagement went a little sour." She puckered her lips into a pout. "He said something I didn't expect. It made me quite angry. I hate longer operations. I prefer three nights tops, but he took a little longer. A whole month wasted on him." She pulled herself up and fluffed up her hair, even though she knew it was unlikely anyone in this bunch would fall for her knowing who she worked for. "Disgusting, shit filled bastard." She spat. She'd almost gotten lost in her hatred before Vernon's last question caught her attention. "I stole a thing or two. Some teeth were apart of the prize." She replied lazily. "I'll pay you well, don't worry. But like I said. This one took awhile. I'm not parting with what I got from him quite so easily. And I have debts to be paid that are approaching soon." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 10, 2016 17:58:28 GMT -6
"The wallet, woman. Do you have his wallet?" Vernon reiterated, standing up from the ground and pushing his hands into his pockets. "If I recognize the name from somewhere, like say a gang member, I can figure out where to get rid of him. If you have his wallet, hand it over with whatever was inside. Cash and all. I got some things i need settled that require a shit ton of cash too, sweetheart. You can keep the teeth." He sneered.
"I prefer gettin' paid up front for jobs like these." A wry smirk spread across his face. "That'll let me know how well to hide the fella. So, whattya got?"
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Post by norimo on Oct 10, 2016 18:15:05 GMT -6
The woman's lip curled, "Good to hear!" she spoke, eyeing Manasa as she gingerly accepted the offerings. However, it only made Claudia ponder further on the whereabouts of Jagatkaru's other child. She recalled hearing about two daughters at a point, but now it seemed only Manasa had ever been chattered about in the recent. Typically, a silence could either mean one was laying low after a recent heist, or worse, they failed to do so earlier and now suffered a fatal consequence. Regardless, it was of poor manners to bring up such a topic being the vagueness of it all. Yet if the sibling had still been wandering the estate to this day, then she'd have to suffer from guilt of not having prepared a gift for them as well. She could always snatch one later, but first impressions were oh-so-imporant...
Alas, she sought to steal a glance over her shoulder at the array of figures. It seems the little spat from earlier had just ended as the two finally parted ways. The sailor-mouthed gentlemen straddled along his own way and made conversation with another young woman donned in a bright, scarlet gown. A rather impressive youth going by looks alone, being her dark curls draped over the side of her face creating an air of mystery. All in all, a striking appearance that warranted a raise of the brow. "My, do you know if she's looking for work? She could make a pretty penny at my place," she tittered.
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 10, 2016 18:35:44 GMT -6
The wallet, woman. Do you have his wallet?" Vernon reiterated, standing up from the ground and pushing his hands into his pockets. "If I recognize the name from somewhere, like say a gang member, I can figure out where to get rid of him. If you have his wallet, hand it over with whatever was inside. Cash and all. I got some things i need settled that require a shit ton of cash too, sweetheart. You can keep the teeth." He sneered. "I prefer gettin' paid up front for jobs like these." A wry smirk spread across his face. "That'll let me know how well to hide the fella. So, whattya got?" Aleece bristled a bit as the laid back nature of their conversation turned more towards business. With a sign, she pulled out the man's wallet, containing a little over fifty dollars in cash. Not a huge loss, but parting with any money had the bile coming up in the back of her throat. "There, enjoy," She drawled. She'd probably get around thirty for the teeth, depending on the karat. The wedding ring would take an expert, as well as the jeweled earrings he'd brought her. Her stomach churned as she thought of what the old fool has whispered with his hot breath into her ear. She could really use a cig right now... |
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Post by zenguardian on Oct 10, 2016 19:05:35 GMT -6
"Yes... Well, I can only assume by the preceding context that you are asking for identification." Replacing her more serious demeanor the woman laughed jokingly before continuing. "Shirley Hohenzollern. Boss is Robert Lukaczuk. I've heard too many names to remember them all but, uh, think I've heard about you; fella who does bombs? Not something we've had need for, personally, but we've heard about your work." "Ah, so you are Mister Lukaczuk! I've heard your name come up multiple times through different connections and client. It is nice to finally meet you in the flesh. You as well, Miss Hohenzollern." He nodded at Shirley as she recalled his skill set. "Yes, you are correct. I work exclusively with explosives. If you have need to send a message or wipe out a target, I'll be happy to assist you." Sibyl glanced behind him, looking towards the spot where Manasa had gone to earlier. "Now then.." We should be moving along soon. |
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Post by titee on Oct 10, 2016 22:37:13 GMT -6
"Hm?" Manasa peered over her shoulder at the woman in question and then attempted to connect her face with anything she may have overheard from her father or his family members. "Why, I believe she prefers to work on her own schedule. As much as she's allowed, of course." The melody playing from the phonograph situated under the garden's magnolia trees came to an end. At it's conclusion, Manasa rose to her feet, silently counting the crowd and then addressing the woman she had been conversing with before then speaking to the entire crowd. "Thank you for your time, Claudia. Everyone who has gathered here, please follow me. The meeting will be starting shorting if there are no objections." Manasa then promptly lead the group into estate's walls, past walls over cluttered with paintings of both Indian and European origin and along thick carpets made of rich hues and furs. She stopped at a lone door before knocking one and entering and ushering in those following. There in stood a large meeting table in the center of the room with various carts packed with refreshments and smokes waiting along the side. Instead of any windows, a floor length portrait of Takshaka hung on one of the walls with somebody seated facing it, at the head of the table.  "I thank you all for being here today. Please, Have a seat. Vernon-" The man gestured towards a chair with a sheet draped over it, "please try not to get the furniture dirty." -
Name: Vasuki Jaratkaru Age: 26 Pronouns: he/him Height: 5'5" Personality: Stern and meticulous. The kind of person you'd joke about having a stick up their ass only to take the joke literally. Cares deeply about making his father proud, but also has little ambition of his own. Arsenal: Carries a bulldog revolver on his person as well as several knives. He prefers to kill with as little mess as possible. Other: Three years ago, he transitioned under stealth. Appearance:
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 10, 2016 23:18:57 GMT -6
"Ah, so you are Mister Lukaczuk! I've heard your name come up multiple times through different connections and client. It is nice to finally meet you in the flesh. You as well, Miss Hohenzollern." He nodded at Shirley as she recalled his skill set. "Yes, you are correct. I work exclusively with explosives. If you have need to send a message or wipe out a target, I'll be happy to assist you." Shirley looked behind her, bowing at her boss as he nodded towards her. Turning back she touched the brim of her hat lightly. "Boss thanks you and returns the sentiment." The melody playing from the phonograph situated under the garden's magnolia trees came to an end. At it's conclusion, Manasa rose to her feet, silently counting the crowd and then addressing the woman she had been conversing with before then speaking to the entire crowd. "Thank you for your time, Claudia. Everyone who has gathered here, please follow me. The meeting will be starting shorting if there are no objections. Turning her attention to Manasa Shirley gave a shrug as she continued. "Thank you, sir, we will be sure to keep your offer in mind, it appears as though we are all being summoned however." While the two began to walk away, the woman added, "I do hope for our sake, as well as everyone else's, that the purpose of this is nothing too dire." The two followed Manasa as she lead the group through the impressive dwelling, their eyes focused ahead of them. The timing of this meeting was a minor inconvenience, yet they both had to act on their best behavior lest this whole thing turn sour. Neither of them were going to be the ones upsetting any of the higher-ups. Following Manasa into the room she had opened for everyone, they studied the setting. Shirley escorted Robert towards the table as the person seated at it requested that the group take a seat of their own. "..Findin' out the meaning of this whole thing soon enough?" Robert delivered the aside to his charge as he took another look around the room. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 11, 2016 0:34:43 GMT -6
Vernon's eyes lit up as the woman pulled out the item in question, the man quickly snatching the wallet from her hands and looking over the cash inside. 50 bucks!!! Perfect!! Vernon seemed practically giddy as he shoved the wallet in his pocket and smiled at Aleece. "A pleasure doin' business with ya~! I'll make him disappear no problem." He snickered, his attention quickly being drawn elsewhere.
Vernon chuckled at the precaution taken specifically for him not to soil the family home, the man nodding and taking the seat without question. "You flatter me, sir." He chimed as he sat back in the chair, scanning over the man sitting at the end of the table. His brow furrowed as he attempted to place where he'd seen the fellow before, but his mind kept drawing a blank. Manasa and this man had to be siblings, they looked so similar. How many kids did the boss have again?
Vernon quickly shook the thought from his mind, figuring he'd get the answer to his question in due time assuming the man at the head of the table introduced himself. He removed his flask and took a quick sip as he watched the other members pile into the room. Assuming the meeting would start once they all had a seat, he opted to keep his mouth shut for now. This is the boss' family they're dealing with...
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Post by zenguardian on Oct 11, 2016 5:35:38 GMT -6
The melody playing from the phonograph situated under the garden's magnolia trees came to an end. At it's conclusion, Manasa rose to her feet, silently counting the crowd and then addressing the woman she had been conversing with before then speaking to the entire crowd. "Thank you for your time, Claudia. Everyone who has gathered here, please follow me. The meeting will be starting shorting if there are no objections." Manasa then promptly lead the group into estate's walls, past walls over cluttered with paintings of both Indian and European origin and along thick carpets made of rich hues and furs. She stopped at a lone door before knocking one and entering and ushering in those following. There in stood a large meeting table in the center of the room with various carts packed with refreshments and smokes waiting along the side. Instead of any windows, a floor length portrait of Takshaka hung on one of the walls with somebody seated facing it, at the head of the table. "I thank you all for being here today. Sibyl was surprised to find that, rather than the boss, another man greeted them as they entered the room where they were to rendezvous with the head of the Jaratkaru. He let out a whistle as he surveyed the wide variety of catering before them. "What a splendid place. Sir Don certainly has wonderful decoration sense." He commented upon getting a good look at the room. "Pardon me." He slipped away from the group for a split second and went over to one of the carts in search of a small beverage before finding a seat at the table. He peered at the man on the end of the table over the lip of his glass, noting how similar he and Manasa looked. A relative, to be sure. Siblings? Though it was common knowledge that the boss had two daughters, he hadn't caught wind of a son. Curious... Sibyl was sure he'd get any questions he had answered as soon as everyone had taken a seat. |
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Post by norimo on Oct 11, 2016 7:00:16 GMT -6
Claudia nodded at Manasa's words, staring at the woman in red as she did so. "A shame, such a lovely little blossom that one!" Even though she appeared to have given up as she reared her gaze back to the brunette, there was still a gleam in the lioness' eyes as an idea stirred within.
With that, her dark lips smoothed into a grin. Business. That's what she came for. While chattering and entertaining was a social art she had bettered herself to perfect; there was a straightforwardness she yearned for when it came to her line of occupation. For Jagatkaru to hold such an esteemed meeting at his estate only made her question the purpose of the rendezvous more with each second ticking by. Especially with the diversity among the guests, who carried themselves so differently when compared to the other. Admittedly, there were a few faces she had yet to match the name to. Among them was an aged woman however, who bared such a stern face and dressed herself in a man's pinstripe. Yet the seniority of the guest was intriguing, being that Claudia previously began to ponder if she was going to be eldest among the bunch. Having another grown woman was welcomed, in fact.
As Claudia perused the mansion's halls her eyes meticulously scanned the decor, the paintings of family origins being the most grandiose. To have one's portrait painted was a luxury few enjoyed, and to have acquired such a number of artistic records throughout the generations had only emphasized the importance of the Jagatkaru's lineage. Not only that, but both Indian and European traces were evident in the styling of the strokes.
Upon entering the boardroom they were met with an array of neatly arranged trays of refreshments and ashtrays if one chose to partake. The immense portraiture of Takshaka himself had embellished the farthest wall with an unfamiliar yet similar face just seated beneath. It was a dark-haired man, but one's whose nose was crooked just the same as the daughter of Jagatkaru. His eyes had gleamed in a similar fashion, an eye-catching golden hue that was unmistakable. However this face matched none that had been spoken of previously in the family, except for possibly Manasa's. A thought struck Claudia's mind, but alas it was to soon to assume. She merely giggled to herself, at the idea of thinking one had two daughters only to realize they had both yielded a son and a daughter...
It was a bit familiar of a concept, she surrendered.
She planted herself among the array of chairs, wasting no time making herself comfy as she did so. "A pleasure to be here."
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Post by VirusHasBeenDeleted on Oct 11, 2016 14:24:20 GMT -6
"wow mean sisters and then letting you take the blame. God i hate those types of people. Erm. No offence." she gestured towards Asutane "However, I guess its not a bad 21 years of you life and look its just got better." she grinned widely "you've just met me and who's day don't I brighten. Apart from that old man over there. I don't think he likes me very well. And look we are both the same age. I can see this is start of a beautiful friendship." Annie placed her arm around Asutane neck and started to giggle until she heard.
"MAGICIAN!" Annie shouted and dropped her arm from Asutane "Sorry darlin I've got a grumpy old man to deal with." she kissed Asutane hands as an apology and walked over to Vernon. "Listen here old man, I know you've must been living under a stone, but haven't you heard anything about style. this suit is costume made and deported from my home England. White is a pure colour unlike me and I look god damn gourgus in it." she kept a distance away. This Vernon was pissing her off. How dare he insult her.
"You make people disappear. Well its a job the fits you perfectly trust me love. Why I think you here? I think you're here since the big boss took pity on you homeless old man. Thats what I think. I don't need you to bury my bodies. I couldn't care if the police found one of my bodies, heck, i couldn't care if they found them all. they wouldn't never, Ever, catch me. How do you think I've lasted this long, my job is to hide in plain sight and get the info the Boss needs. Unlike you I'm important to the Boss's plan." Annie bursted into a fit of laughs, "Those threats are pretty poor aren't they old man. Tell them. Just like the police they won't catch me." she turned around to head back to Asutane and the other girls and quickly looked behind "Anyway, Aren't you a little obsessed with me. i mean look at all this trouble you've caused. I was talking to these lovely ladies before you once again rudely interrupted us. I think you might have a little crush on me already. Don't worry I have that affect on people but I'll let you down gently. You, old man, are not my type on bit. Now if you where a girl that would be a different question but you're not so please stop trying." She smirked at him then she started to walk inside, she was quite angry that she had been distracted so much that everyone had walked inside. She quickly walked inside the room and found a place for her to sit.
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 11, 2016 16:32:53 GMT -6
Aleece made her way inside, but didn't sit down, instead draping herself against the nearest wall and eyeing Vasuki up and down. Her tongue snaked out and flicked over her lips as she coyly place an open palm against her cheek, tilting her head as she clearly sized him up. "I didn't know the boss had a son~," She said, her voice slightly hoarse as a chuckle managed to bubble up her throat. It was in her nature to immediately latch onto the wealthiest person in the room, and he clearly took the case.
"False information still spreads like wildfire. I'm grateful to meet the both of you," a nod towards Manasa as well, "but you really should be informed I was told there were two daughters. Something to be corrected, unless that lie was purposeful for your own reasons." She shrugged and swept her hair over her shoulder, eyes still looking at Vasuki.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 11, 2016 17:54:10 GMT -6
Vernon had managed to drown out nearly all the venomous taunts and insults she spat his way up until the last bit. His face visibly contorted into a look of absolute disgust, the man leaning forward as though he were about to vomit. His hand rushed to his mouth to cover it, keeping the bile in the back of his throat before swallowing hard and quickly yanking his flask out and drinking the rest of its contents.
"Oh trust me, after seeing your harassment of the women around you and your utter incompetence, that's the farthest thing from my mind, sweetie." He spoke groggily, as though he were on the verge of vomiting. He quickly stood up from his special chair and over to the refreshments table, pouring several of the drink choices into his flask before closing it up and sitting in his chair once more.
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