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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 19, 2005 0:27:25 GMT -5
*looking around, WIlliam pulls out a piece of paper, and writes two local phone numbers (one his cell), and the words "silver", "fire" and "trace" on a page, then hands the page over to her* "While I'm inside, I want you to call that number. He should still be a live, an old contact of mine." *He holds it back just as she reaches for it* "When he picks up, give the words, on the page, and the cell numbers. He'll know what to do... you realize that in doing this you put your life at risk? These folks may be dumb, but they aren't afraid of using force. So keep your wits about you."
*He waits for her to take the paper before heading inside to check for his quarry.*
(Tag-Sparks, GM)
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Post by shiivster on Apr 19, 2005 12:40:33 GMT -5
'yeah .. got it .. takes the paper .. and then vanishes along the back alley to the payphone at the side of the building .. and dials the number .. and waits for the other end to pick up.
*keeping the eyes constantly shifting from under the cap's bill, maintains a steady scanning in case of an 'oops' to happen.
*if an when a voice picks up the other end of the line .. mentions 3 words in order of being written down, and then the two numbers. Then hangs up the phone, before moving to the street again, to watch the side exit door with the sling shot and a marble loaded.
*appearing like any other street kid loafing about and bored, waits for the older funny sounding bloke to exit the door of the bar ... so she can take up the next part .. watching and/or tailing.
[tag - any]
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 19, 2005 12:50:39 GMT -5
*With Sparks at the phone, William heads inside casually, looking as uninteresting as possible, and looking to make sure the cops aren't there. His interest will focus on people engagedly watching the game*
(Tag-GM/sparks)
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Post by shiivster on Apr 19, 2005 17:05:44 GMT -5
*yawns while affixing the modern slingshot to the arm via a brace and straps. Then taking the time to unzip the jacket sleeve so its easy to tuck away, does so.
*then with half hooded eyes that speak 'i'm so tired' watches both doors quietly, blending in with the other riffraff that line the alleys and doorways of the area for a warm sleeping place at night
[tag - any]
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Post by dakota on Apr 19, 2005 23:46:47 GMT -5
[Sparks]
The voice that answered the phone was gruff, and responded with an unenthusiastic " Got it" before hanging up. The bar seems to have a steady stream of comers and goers, made up mostly by college kids. There is little else to distract her, except perhaps the biker down the street that seemed to be paying far too much attention to her as he talked on his cell phone.
[Silverfire]
Almost immediately, William realized he was in the wrong place. The Fox and Hound had nearly a full house as college kids jockied for position at the bar and in front of the big screens to watch the baseball game that blasted over the surround sound system against the rhythmic sounds of an Eric Clapton track. From the bar, apatron snickered as he called to William. " You lost old man? the senior's club is down the street." The kid exchange laughs and hi-fives with his friends until a bartender reached acrossed the bar and cuffed the kid. The kid spun challengingly, only to be met with a pointed finger and a low tone. " Smarten up, or I'll put you out."
The college kid gulped and picked up his beer and headed further down the bar. with a grin, the bartender smirked at William. " What can I get for you?"
(tag - both)
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 20, 2005 2:48:15 GMT -5
*Silverfire grins at the bartender* "I don't look that old do I?.. I'm looking for a guy by the name of Kris O'Connel. Irish fella. anyone like that about?" *His 'Canadian' accent would be distinguishable amongst all these Floridan... upstarts.*
(tag-GM)
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Post by shiivster on Apr 20, 2005 13:06:29 GMT -5
*judges the distance from the biker to herself .. and then sags against the wall and then staggers off down the alley out of sight, and moves to the other side of it and hunkers down amid the shadows and gabage bags and pulls out a marble .. just in case. *Then being the ever cautious person thats survived this long, takes the time to pull on the blades once again, while ducking down and staying out of sight. *thinks to herself* ...o0( dont know who that biker is, but i dont think it was me that was the target, but i sure as hell wont remain it for long .. ) *then smiles as another plan comes to mind, and glad that she knows the back alleys so well, plots how to get to the biker from behind and blow the muffler with an aimed shot of a marble, by the time the man she's working with comes out. *then following her hunch, makes for the side alleys and sidewalks that make up the mini-mazes of the street kid's lifeline. *moves forward slightly to spot the area out about the biker without his knowledge, and searches for anyone that might be following him. [tag - any] [[ ooc .. tell me what i need to roll, as i aqm at work without my char - i will have to roll once at home .. thanks - shiivster ]]  |
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Post by dakota on Apr 20, 2005 23:36:52 GMT -5
[Silverfire]
" Never heard of him, but if he's Irish, you might want to try Mickey's Grill and Pub. It's four blocks over." the bartender replied bluntly before heading down the bar to tend to paying customers.
[ Sparks]
From her new hiding spot, Sparks can overhear the biker's conversation as she talked on a cellphone similar to the stolen one. " Yeah, I think this might be the one. Wait, I lost her, she ducked down an alley. I'll check in later. Yes, I'll be careful."
The biker starts her street/trail motorcycle as she hangs up the cell and tucks it in her pocket.
(ooc- what to roll depends on the next course of action)
(tag - ny)
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Post by shiivster on Apr 21, 2005 0:51:23 GMT -5
*taking the marble thats now sparking with energy and loads up the slingshot .. aims and fires .. going for the tailpipe of the bike, so that it travels up and into the engine.
*grins as it sails off .. [nat 18+3+1 to hit] .. and the explosion is minor .. but explodes outward for a dazzling [10 points] display of sparks and then a deep rumbling POP as the marble exlodes .. sending the small glass shards out into the motor.
*then glides out of view, to listen to the eventful reaction thats about to be wonderful and colorful
[ooc - dont you just hate it when plans don't go the way you want them too?]
'talk about me huh? .. too bad .. now to get back *takes off for the path back to the alley and crosses to reappear about 1/2 a block away at the main corner and watches dispassionately the area about the biker, then moves up towards the bar and avoids the biker by crossing the street and boogies to some music of a shop across the street.
*then catches 'William's' eye with a nod and a shimmie to the next shop over, now looking at the biker and moves out of range of hand foot or other possible attack, the sling now hidden once again.
[tag - any]
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 21, 2005 7:01:30 GMT -5
*William waves a thanks to the bartender and heads out. Upon seeing Sparks, he motions to head in the direction indicated by the bar tender. At the broken down bike, William watches for a while, and, noticing the broken tail-pipe, figures there are some questions to ask his new partner.*
(Tag-Sparks/Any)
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Post by shiivster on Apr 21, 2005 12:32:00 GMT -5
*glides past the scene of the incident, using other people for a scene to block her movements from the biker, and rejoins the funny talking man that she's working with.
'tail removed .. sorta. they really gotta work on not being spotted, but that was fun. shoulda seen it.
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Post by dakota on Apr 21, 2005 12:38:33 GMT -5
" What the heck?" Sparks overheard from the biker as the marble exploded and the subsequent dying of the bike's engine. While waiting for Sparks to catch up, William notices that the biker, despite a couple of onlookers, paid more attention to him than her misfortune. Removing her helmet, William gets a good look at the biker, a young Oriental not much older than Sparks by rough guess. She glares at William for a moment before slipping on a pair of sunglasses. She pulled her phone back from her pocket and stepped off the bike and began to inspect the damage. (Who says this wasn't part of the plan  ) (tag - any) |
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 21, 2005 12:49:12 GMT -5
*Silverfire nearly grits his teeh* "They send a watcher to make sure I do a good job?" *he grunts to himself* "And yet they can't do their own properly?"
*Just for fun, Silverfire crosses the road, doing so inconspicuously, but quickly enough he wouldn't get noticed (like not casting a shadow)... after listening to her phone call for a second...* "You got engine troubles, ma'am?" *he asks in a pitiful Georgian accent.*
(Tag-shadow /Sparks)
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Post by shiivster on Apr 21, 2005 15:23:49 GMT -5
*moves to the bus bench about another 10 feet down, and slips out of the in-line skates and into her cloth runners. The dark skin seeming to absord the light as she moves, and then picking up the skates, does the classic fade into the crowd, to await in the shadows for William to show up
*leans against the wall for right now, as the eyes search the crowd and the surrounding area .. using all her survival skills. Alert for the looming fist of death .. the senses kick into overdrive
[tag - william / any]
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Post by dakota on Apr 21, 2005 23:47:30 GMT -5
[Silverfire]
"Dammit, no answer. Figures."She sputtered, looking at the damage and was caught off guard by his sudden arrival. " Uh yeah,........ I am. Don't know what happened." The girl replied, not missing a beat as she looked up at William as she hung up the phone and tucked it in her pocket. She looked passed him as if looking for something before turning her attention back to Will. " You know anything about bikes?"
(need a perc check for Silverfire)
[Sparks]
As she waits, Sparks catches a glimpse of a figure dressed in a similar manner to herself move quickly past a dumpster in the alley. There is a brief sounds of a scuffle followed by a shreik, then silence again.
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