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Post by Jay on May 25, 2007 22:41:05 GMT -5
“Are you sure you want to leave so soon, Mr. Gallager?” The blond woman asked him, leaning forward to give him a nice close-up of…well, pretty much everything. And thus was the reason why he rarely frequented his restaurants. If it wasn’t the managers milling about him like he was some God on earth, it was either a) flirty waitresses, or b) flirty…what was the popular name for them? Ah yes; ‘gold diggers’. Extracting the woman’s fire engine red painted nails from the soft fabric of his coat, he forced a smile onto his face. “Yes, Miss Douchet. I’m very sure.” It wasn’t everyday, after all, that the owner of the popular O’Halloran’s Bar and Restaurant frequented the nights. Thought to be something along the lines of an anonymous millionaire, rumor had it that he rarely left his house, and was even more rarely seen with people not of his ‘family’; a group of various men and women who were not directly related, but of whom he spent many an hour. So when he did chance to show his face- most likely in an attempt to make sure that his businesses were functioning smoothly- people were always there to watch. And to gossip. Cane ‘The Bolt’ Gallagher was one of the city’s more…secretive of natives. No one knew his history; some said that he had always inhabited the old Victorian house on the outskirts of Gothhvaen. Others claimed that he’d emigrated at an early age from a wealthy family in Europe…though from what country specifically was still up in the air. What they did know was that when the Mafioso was in its prime, he was seen as one of the major players in the background. He never sported a Family, or waged war against other circles, but he did protect his interests, and it was very well known that to mess with The Bolt was to get yourself shocked. Usually, to death. With yet another polite smile, the man moved off toward the crowded entrance way, nodding at the doorman as he passed through the threshold. Standing straight, he had an intimidating height, and the face of a gargoyle; no emotion dared rear its nasty head there. Dressed in a casual navy blue suit, complete with dress pants, form fitting jacket and a dark shirt that showed off a muscled chest, he seemed to be an average businessman. A pair of silver dollar eyes stared out from his weathered face, as cold and hidden as the aura that surrounded him. When meeting strangers, he was courteous and polite. But it was obvious that he didn’t allow people to get too close…for a reason that was just as unknown as his heritage. Black hair streaked with silver rustled in the crisp winter air, and he tilted his head back, favoring the bite. It was a nice, city evening, and he was in the mood for an uneventful stroll. His next stop would be to The Pit; one of the city’s hottest clubs in that it was equipped with a dancing ‘pit’, and sported more than a few slot machines and poker tables. It was his pet project of late, now that the restaurants were well on their way to becoming hot enough to sell off to the highest bidder. The Pit would be an experiment as to how mixing a dance club and full casino would effect profits. …And, at the same time, it would be a way to rile up his competitors around the city. Interesting could only begin to describe it.
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Post by GiE on May 25, 2007 23:25:39 GMT -5
A stroll through the city. That was what Naemoia was doing at the moment. But this strut through the rundown parts had a destination. The Pit. The new nightclub in Gothvaen. What better way to spend the night? She heard it was part casino. Ah, but just rumors. Gossips always got things wrong in the end. Tonight was going to be fun. She told herself this over and over as she walked down the street in that little black dress of hers. High heels clicked as the female Zafara approached. It probably wasn't going to be such a good idea. For if Thar would ever find out, she could be in trouble. Since there was a new nightclub, Ciao Bella may have a competitor. It's the hottest place in Gothvaen, but by looking at The Pit, things could go wrong. Yet, Thar wasn't one to deal with. The owner of the nightclub she stood infront of better have some plan. He was in for it. She sighed and glanced around with emotionless coal black eyes. Moia's tail swished back and forth a few times. She ran her fingers through her lime green hair. Here goes nothing...
ooc; So short, but, I haven't her a profile and I'd best be off for the night.
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Post by Jay on May 26, 2007 9:20:31 GMT -5
Ah yes; the cool night air, the faint sounds of taxis passing by, the happy catcalls of ignorant drunks? It was enough to make any true city-goer relax and put a smile onto their face. …Well, /almost/ any city-goer. But at least he let out a satisfied sigh. That was always a step in the right direction, right? Right. Tucking one hand into the pocket of his coat, Cane strolled up to the crowded doorway of the club, nodding at the bouncers standing there. “Heya, Cane!” The larger of the two men said, smiling widely. Dallas Kane, one of the strange man’s aforementioned ‘family’, moved forward to unhook the velvet stop-wire that rounded the crowd up into a neat little line. “What’re you doing here? I thought you said you’d be visiting next week.” “I left Hal’s earlier than expected.” He replied, the corner of his lip twitching a bit, in the faint semblance of a smile. “How are the children, Dally? Well, I hope.” The polite chatter went on like that for a minute or two, both men standing comfortably in front of the door. At the irritated catcalls and angry hisses from the line beside them, however, Cane nodded again and moved to the door, waving at his friend over his shoulder. The inside of the club was lively, as usual. The pit bosses were managing the gambling portion of the large building, and the interior bouncers made sure that the pit was clean and fight-free. Good. He hadn’t been looking forward to chastisizing any of the managers he’d hired to keep the place running in his stead, so this was a nice little surprise. It was the underlying reason for such a surprise visit, after all; to judge how the ‘owners’ handled the club on a nightly basis, when the boss wasn’t due to arrive. He’d have to remember to add a little something extra in his employees’ Christmas cards that year. Glancing around at the happy people moving around him, he was relieved to see that no one had recognized him. Perhaps he could wander over to the bar and mingle with the crowd; see what kind of people The Pit attracted. If he didn’t like what he saw, he would shut down the club, or, perhaps, move it to another location. His business was no place for the rowdy or obnoxious, after all.
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Post by Julia on May 26, 2007 16:05:56 GMT -5
ooc: Yaaay (: Julia will join with Endul. Soon enough. -lazy at the moment-
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Post by Jay on May 26, 2007 16:52:02 GMT -5
Jay:
Choo'd bettah. -tackleprod-
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Post by Lindsey on May 27, 2007 20:14:25 GMT -5
It was funny how of all the place sin the world, he felt most at ease here. A high stakes poker table. L was relaxed, well fed, and winning.
The busty eastern European across from him was terrible, as was the small man to his right. The only one at the table that posed a challenge was the older man to his left, but he was mild mannered and rarely betted. No sweat, he'd clean house.
His charcoal coloured eyes glanced down to his cards, and he threw in a couple five dollar chips confidently. The woman across from him gave him a look, and he couldn't help but smile slightly to himself. She's been doing it all night, but he wasn't interested by the least bit. When he wasn't on the prowl, quite literally, he paid little to no attention to the opposite sex. Self centered ass like me always loves the attention though, he thought merrily.
Fold. Call. Check. Flop.
He ran a hand through his jet black hair, glancing from his cards to the table. Rolling up the slaves to his grey blazer, he pushed the small fortune before him in to the center, uttering an "All in." with his smooth British accent.
Fold. Call.
The man on his right followed suit and pushed his chips in. His heart was racing, L could tell even from where he he sat, an expertly trained eye helped too though.
Turn, River. Flip em over boys.
Reluctantly the man turned over his cards, seven eight suited. Trips.
Smiling, L revealed his full house, Kings over 10s. "Tough luck man." he practically sang, raking in his chips, savoring the sound they made as they rolled across the green felt.
Texas holdem sure is easy for the undead, he thought as the next hand was dealt and the man to his right picked up his drink and left the table, crestfallen. Simple, and oh so sweet.
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Post by Julia on May 28, 2007 19:23:51 GMT -5
Tonight was boring as any other. Endul laid on her bed, face up, staring at the cracked ceiling. The mix between the two loud stereos blasting Rap and Jazz was about to turn the poor female insane. Her arms fidgeted around, behind her head, over her chest, below her back. Finally, an idea popped in her mind. With that, a grin maneuvered it’s way onto her face, and her body slowly rolled off the side of the bed, feet making a loud ‘thump’ on the ground. Why not go clubbing? She made her way into the bathroom, after making sure the coast was clear. She hated running into Joundre, her crazy roommate when she wanted to be left alone. Usually, if Endul was going any where, she’d bring some one along for protection. But her destination didn’t seem like much of a threat, since she’d already been there once. Pushing open the bathroom door, Endul got a shower ready for herself.
Once out, the female wrapped a fluffy white towel around her small body, and got ready. Streaking her hand across the mirror, she stared at herself with a content smile. Her face looked the same. The short, black hair with a pair of big green eyes. Under the eyes, a batch of freckles. Unusually plump lips, and a pale expression. Endul blew dried her hair for a faster way to get it dry, plus, it add a nice little shine. After her hair, she put on a small amount of smoky eye-shadow, not wanting to overdue it. She’d seen many females over do the make up, and didn’t want to look like them. Endul probably washed off her eye shadow and eyeliner 5 times before she finally decided it was perfect. She was in no rush, was she? Endul walked herself out of the bathroom, feeling the back of her head to make sure her naturally straight hair didn’t decide to turn wavy in spots she couldn’t see. Sadly, this time she forgot about her roommates spotting her. Joundre’s eyebrow raised, staring at Endul’s side profile. “Hey, where are you going? What’s with the make up?” Endul froze, a quick mumble rushing against her lips. As quick as she could, she made up an excuse. A good one. One that meant Joundre couldn’t tag along. “Im…uh…going on a date.” She gave a little wiggle of the eyebrows. God, she hadn’t been on a date in months. “Oh.” Joundre blinked, a little disappointed it wasn’t a club or any place…she couldn’t tag along. “Yep.” Endul nodded, feeling awkward in the nude, with only the towel to cover her. “Yeah…” Joundre nodded back, then quickly turned back into her room, trying to get away from the awkward and uncomfortable ness of the short conversation.
Endul finally breathed out, looking relaxed again. She finally got her way into her room, and dug threw the clothes in her closet, dresser, and of course, on her ground. Hm, nothing seemed to interest her. Oh, but that was before she found a black dress her ex boyfriend bought for her out of wanting forgiveness. After the dress buying, he brought her to a fancy restaurant and let her eat fancy expensive meals. Too bad he broke up with her. The dress was too clingy for Endul to wear on normal clubbing or bar nights. But tonight she felt special. Prettier. The dress was slick, down to half her thighs, and strapless. There was some thing about it that made it look good on her, but she wasn’t sure what.
After she put on the dress, made sure her make up wasn’t smudged, and put on a pair of black plumps (which a cute little strap over the foot, buckling with a white button), she grabbed her camera. Her camera was some thing she brought around every where. The strap around the camera went over her head, as she quickly exited her apartment with a sort goodbye to her roommates.
In a matter of minutes, Endul arrived at The Pit. She frowned a bit at the line, but none the less waited in the back. She was excited to see Cane, hopefully he was there.
ooc: wooo :3 finally did it.
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Post by Jay on May 29, 2007 14:15:57 GMT -5
"Hey, Endul, right?" One of the larger bodyguards standing guard at the front of the line said loudly, trying to project his voice over the chattering of the people around him. Moving forward, Dallas grinned at the familiar woman. "You were talking to Cane a while back. You and a friend of yours...who Tro can't seem to stop talking about."
Back in The Pit... So let’s see…he had a couple enjoying a break from gambling off to the side, a few younger kids breathlessly eyeing each other as they strutted back and forth from the pit, and…some other interesting looking individuals. Strolling over to the bar, Cane nodded at the bartender, who quickly moved over to lean against the counter and shoo away an unhappy looking man scowling at his drink. “Hey, Boss!” He said over the loud music, motioning for him to sit down at the now empty stool. “What can I get you?” “I’ll have a scotch, Tro. The club is busy tonight, isn’t it?” “Yup, just like every night. I’ll be right back with your drink.” Hurrying off, Santrox Delacroix, yet another one of his extended ‘family’ went to the back of the bar, pulling one of the many colorful bottles off of the shelf. Some would say that most of his most trusted employees were made up of the people that he spent time with; his family. There was Dallas at the door, and Tro at the bar, but somewhere on the floor, Shel Nevar, a would-be actress, was serving drinks, and at the back of the casino portion of the club, Rain was probably making sure that no one got too angry at the house. If he happened to find a person that he trusted, he made it a point to keep them close…as if he were afraid that he would never see them again. But no, he wasn’t psychotically obsessed with those he loved. He was just…protective. A born father figure; that was our Cane. Accepting his drink as the younger man trotted over, he took a slow sip of the alcohol, enjoying the course burn that trailed down his throat. It took a lot to get him tipsy, and this was nowhere near the amount needed to make him loose his head. In short, those around him were safe. For the moment being.
Rain, an abnormally tall, cherub faced man who was currently the Master of the casino portion of the nightclub, watched the man sitting at the poker tables with his trademark goofy grin on his face. "Hey Shel." He said, catching the attention of a slender, brown haired waitress. Nodding in the stranger's direction, he motioned for her to wander over. "Gah. Another meet and greet?" Shel groused, balancing her serving tray on one uplifted hand. "Whoopee for me. I'll be expecting a raise, Rain." Sauntering over, she smiled down at the now winning man. "Hello, Sir," She said, clearing her throat to get his attention. "Is there anything I can get you tonight?"
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Post by Julia on May 29, 2007 14:45:44 GMT -5
Endul leaned herself against the building, giving a small yawn. She looked at the people infront of her in line, and in back, and felt sort of lonely. Hm, maybe it was a mistake not to bring Joundre. She always brought a friend to a club, and now she knew why. But once she heard her name, her head turned up, smile on her face. Thank god some one remotely knew her. "Yeah!" Endul said, her voice muffled out from all the chit-chatty girls and deep voiced men. But she quickly repeated herself, trying to make her voice louder for him to hear. There was no way she was going to get out of her spot in line, and give the chance for some one to take it. Which would leave Endul in the back. Once he came closer, a bigger smile moved on her face as she gave this small wave to him. "Yep. Yeah, Allegra." She laughed a bit. Hm, no surprise about Tro. He was a funny guy, she had to admit. Maybe she should of brought Allegra. Oh well, too late.
"Is Cane here tonight?" Endul asked, hidden hope in her voice. She wanted to see him, and even missed him. And of course, Tro too. c:
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Post by Jay on May 29, 2007 14:57:41 GMT -5
"You're here to see the Boss, huh?" Dallas said in that southern accent of his, putting a hand over his heart as if he were wounded. "And not me. Damn, the old man gets all of the pretty ones these days. It's just not fair." Shouldering his way through the line- he was a bouncer, and was allowed, after all- he made a pathway for her to walk through. "Go on in, pretty lady. The Bolt's at the bar, probably. If you don't see him, try the private table near the back of the casino. If you get stopped by an insanely tall guy with a wierd smile on his face, tell him Dally sent you." With that, he waved her through, the other bouncers standing guard around the door moving back as well.
Cane, resisting the urge to jump behind the bar and strangle Tro, who was currently half lounging on the counter as he spoke to one of the waitresses, took another sip of the liquor before slamming the glass down. With a guilty look on his face, the bartender jumped and ran back to him. "Refill, boss?" "Yes. Try to focus, Santrox." The mobster replied, frowning. Truth be told, he wasn't in the best of moods at the moment. Ciao Bella, an establishment down the street, was becoming quite the problem for his business. The regulars- drunks, whores and drug addicts as they were- provided a dirtier atmosphere to the club, and thus attracted more of the...loser sense. This crowd, while distasteful to him, did bring in the money. And, after all, that was what this was all about. He was too old to open businesses for the fun of it. Now, it was all about keeping himself busy. For if there was one thing that scared the stalwart gentleman, it was becoming useless.
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Post by Julia on May 29, 2007 15:16:48 GMT -5
"Yeah." Endul nodded up at him, and couldnt help giggling once he did the wound-to-the-heart thing. "Im sorry, babe. Maybe next time." She knew he was only kidding around, but some how she felt bad any way. And wait- Cane getting all the pretty ones? Who would of guess. Hes such a hard ass, who would of known. But then again, he probably had money. And lots of it. Which would explain it. Or...maybe Cane was just a lady's man? Who knew.
She watched as he pushed through the line, following behind him with a grin on her face. Hm, it was nice to have this kind of treatment. She didnt need to wait. Plus, no hassling about her camera or I.D. or any of that. "Thanks, uh, Dally." She gave him a wave once again, this time a good bye, but couldnt help but slip a picture in before the last she'd seen him for the night.
Endul could feel the sudden turn from the chilling cold air to the heat produced by teens and just sweat in general. She pushed her way through the dancing crowd, trying to avoid any hurt from her camera. Finally, at the bar, she scanned the rows of stools with men and drunken woman sitting at them. Hm, but where was Cane? Finally, after her last scan, she noticed him, quickly rushing over before she got bumped by another drunk. "Cane!" Endul squeeled out once she was close enough, hoping he'd remember her. He /did/ get a lot of woman, or atleast thats what Dallas said, so why would he remember her?
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Post by Jay on May 29, 2007 20:41:10 GMT -5
Yes, her second thought was right. Unfortunately for his ego, the mafia King tended to have women surrounding him solely because of the depth of his pockets. It was a sad, embarassing fact...but there it was. And he was used to it. Or so he told himself.
"No problem, babe." Dallas replied, and with a wave, he opened the door for her to enter.
So there he was, sitting quietly at the bar, watching the general populace bump and grind to the music, and absently wondering how it is he could get a hold up on the competition. Metallic eyes hidden by the dim lighting- someone had turned it down a bit, now that the dancers were getting into full sway- he allowed himself to wallow in his own company like any good drunk. Perhaps this way, the managers at the other end of the dance floor wouldn’t notice him. Because if they did… He shuttered to think about the imminent groveling that he was going to have to put up with. He’d hired Tate and Callum for one reason; they were good at being front men, and following his orders. But, like any ambitious idiot, they had plans. All of which concerned bodily harm and lies. For now, he’d keep them alive and working. He’d already put Rain and Shel on them, to watch their every move, incase they hired outside help to bring their plans about—
“What?” Cane said automatically, looking up sharply as he heard his name called above the music. Squinting a bit as he tried to make out the silhouette of the woman, his hand tightened around the glass he’d held. Instinct taught him to expect the unexpected, and while a full on hit in his own club wouldn’t be what a professional would stage…well, in this world today, who knew? But then, as the woman got closer, he recognized her face. So, a past acquaintance had seen him and wished to be in his presence once again? That was…well, that was unheard of. “Miss Endul,” The mobster replied, voice easily heard over the din. And, like a gentleman, he rose to greet her. “A pleasure to see you again. It’s been much too long.”
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Post by Lindsey on May 29, 2007 20:42:06 GMT -5
Throwing his cards toward the dealer, his dark eyes then darting to his side toward the waitress. "Fine, fine." he said almost dismissively, adding a little smile toward the end however. "Winning, so far at least. Won't need to much tonight." He knew the drill. No house playing in poker, just a big fat rake every hand. Keep the players happy, keep the players playing, keep taking the rake. He rarely had trouble at this table, his uncanny ability to read people neither helped nor hindered the casino. Their main concern would be disgruntled losers like the man that just sulked away.
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Post by Julia on May 29, 2007 21:03:04 GMT -5
Endul grinned up at him, clearly excited to see him again. She hadnt been doing much lately, occasionally going out with friends or finding a fight to pick. But nothing interesting. So for her, tonight meeting Cane, it was exciting. Once he stood up infront of her, she felt almost too short, and quickly sat down at a stool to hid the fact that she was so puny. Her legs spread a bit, hands placing in between them, leaning on the chair, keeping her dress down with them. "I know, it has. I /almost/ forgot about you." Green little eyes sparkled up at him, just like any other little kid. Even if she wasnt that young.
"How you holdin' down the fort, huh?" She said, her feet close to dangling off the chair. "I heard about that new place, Ciao Bella. Been there, done that. Its not so great." Hm, maybe it was just the experience there, but it wasnt as nice as this place. She took a glance around, breaking the eye-to-eye with Cane, at the kids. Hm, that was unusual. Last time she was there, every one was more...mature looking. Endul was sure he didnt want that.
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Post by Jay on May 31, 2007 13:06:23 GMT -5
“Cool! Well, have a nice—“ Biting back the words as Rain started to wave his hands for her to stay, Shel groaned. Great. She was going to be sold off as some random guy’s partner for the night. Just what she needed to make her life even more pretty than it already was. Gah. Dropping her tray off with a passing waitress, who grinned at her as she passed by, the woman took the empty seat that the brooding man had vacated. “Hey, Mack.” She said to the dealer, who grinned in return. “Deal me in. I’ve got a paycheck to blow, and I think it’s time to teach these boys how to play.” Winking at the stranger, she turned to the new hand being dealt. Ah yes, that was our Shel: as optimistic as they came.
“As much as possible, I suppose.” Cane replied as he sat down on the stool next to her. Half facing the counter, he leaned one arm against the top, metallic eyes glowing a bit in the shady lighting. Tro, he was relieved to see, was currently making drinks for a party of friends at the other end of the bar. “So, has the appealing décor of the Pit attracted you back? It has been so boring here without your sunny presence.” Ah, were those flirtatious comments coming out of the normally stodgy man’s mouth? Blinking, he seemed to bite his tongue before following her gaze out to the dance floor. Where the /hell/ had that come from? It must have been the result of listening to Tro so much; the man was a walking pickup line, after all. Running a hand through his hair again, he shook his head at himself before facing Endul. “I hope you’re doing well.”
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