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Post by shiivster on Nov 14, 2006 11:52:30 GMT -5
' .. frag .. ? ' *turns and looks over the shoulder and then blushes heavily and the grin cant go away for a bit and turns back and nods. 'he's really nice. he's let me have his spare room, he's gonna see what can be done about my car .. got me a job with animals .. and isn't grossed out by me. so yeah, he is'
*its obvious from her face and comments that she thinks the world revolves about the guy. 'oh thanks Anvil .. why are you called that? besides from being so broad across the shoulders. i would have thought of 'atlas'. the guy who holds up th ... oh dear i'm doing it again. i should get going. thanks again'
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Post by thagema on Nov 14, 2006 11:58:40 GMT -5
Craig, more aware of his previous shortcomings, casually looks toward the door and spots the target and her bodyguard. He continues to look around the bar with little interest then picks up his glass and takes a drink. Leaning forward, he puts his elbows on the table.
"Well, here's to a profitable endeavor," he says, raising his glass.
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Post by shiivster on Nov 14, 2006 19:18:57 GMT -5
*grinning and trying to hide the blush that grows as she sees Kristien, starts to make her way over. then finding the way blocked, finds herself making a detour and moving wider through the throngs in the table area. pausing from time to time to orient herself on the table she's headed for, stops and waits for some people to go by and steps back and nearly sits on someone's lap .. 'oops .. sorry ... excuse me sir
*then moves again so she's underway again, but looks back once at the man she almost sat on and hopes her apology was enough. her eyes look craig in the face, and the worried nervous smile shows briefly and then she moves a couple more steps away and seems lost briefly*
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Post by dakota on Nov 16, 2006 5:55:29 GMT -5
Vance nods at Craig's toast and takes a long drink , but nearly lost it to laughter as Sierra seemed to fall into his lap. As she apoligized as moved on, he grumbled with a smirk," Why couldn't she do that to me instead?"
When Sierra got back to the table, Kristian looked at her," I was starting to wonder if you got lost." He then added with a grin," Short version please."
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Post by shiivster on Nov 16, 2006 12:35:45 GMT -5
'short? ... well ... ' *pauses long enough to sit down and give Kristien his change and chips 'i started to talk to Anvil .. and then more people sorta blocked the way .. and i almost sat in someone's lap .. but i made it back safe ... short enough?'
*sits back and opens the bag of chips, and studies his face for a reaction as everything is settled. taking out a single chip, sets it on the tip of the tongue and then pulls it back in and takes a bite and chews.
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Post by thagema on Nov 16, 2006 12:59:11 GMT -5
"That's alright," Craig replied, returning the smile.
"It must be my lucky night. Too bad I'm working, though," Craig replies smiling. Using the incident as an excuse to look around the bar, he scans the crowd for the target to see if she'd ditched her escort. Seeing the lady that fell on him, he gives a friendly smile hoping that it doesn't come across as flirtatious.
Turning back to Vance, Craig says jokingly, "Next lady that comes by I'll be sure to trip her for you."
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Post by shiivster on Nov 16, 2006 20:19:54 GMT -5
*seems to relax as she watches Kristien and proceeds to nibble at the next couple of chips. then the cheeks get a reddish blush as a stray thought crosses her mind and the held chip stops midway to the mouth.
...o0( i wonder if .. oh dear that would be embarassing and i dont think i could do like sasha did. getting the staps down and ... oh my .... stop thinking that i wouldn't know what to do then ... )
*then seems to blink a couple of times, goes even redder and eats the next chip without looking up and hopes Kristien can't read minds
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Post by dakota on Nov 16, 2006 22:31:37 GMT -5
Vance's target took a seat with her friends, and her escort took a seat at the bar where he could watch over her. " You do that bud." Vance said with a snarl. " Why couldn't those two idjits get this right. They were supposed to keep him outside. Looks like you're gonna earn your pay afterall."
" You sat on someone's lap?" Kristian asked, with a jealous overtone. He flushed and then opened his bag of chips, cramming one in his mouth. " You're just teasing, right?"
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Post by shiivster on Nov 16, 2006 22:53:17 GMT -5
*looks up and the face looks horrified ... and then shakes it. ' ... no ... but it wasn't my fault .. it ws crowded and i moved and ... well ... oh dear .... ' *going redder than before, and tries to fix the problem by trying to drink some water but had forgotten to take the lid off* 'oops .. oh dear ... '
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Post by thagema on Nov 17, 2006 2:20:28 GMT -5
Of course it couldn't be easy, Craig thought.
"Not a problem. Is he meta? Any ideas of what weapons he might be packin'?" Craig started devising a couple rudimentary plans as possible outcomes for each played through his mind. So far, none seemed to be better than the others. Hopefully Vance had some intel on the bodyguard. Of course, the one question that begged to be asked was what happened to the other two? If they'd failed to do their job, did that compromise the main job?
Lost in his thoughts, Craig had all but forgotten his uneasiness from earlier.
Looks like there's going to be some fireworks tonight afterall,Craig thought.
Man, that was cheesy, he berated himself. Well on your way to be the classic superhero! You have your stupid catch phrase. What's next? Tights and a goofy name, like the Mighty Flare! Hmmm, Flare. That's not too bad... NO, focus!
Craig took another drink as the plans started to slowly dwindle down to a couple decent options. The unknowns just kept growing. But that's life isn't it? You never know for sure. Thrill freaks thrive in that environment, but not Craig. No, he wanted planned and predictable. Maybe he should've just joined the military.
Yeah, that'd be the day. Like I want to be a guinea pig or mindless super soldier.
He'd heard the rumors, usually spread by those that thought the government was aligned with some dimensional aliens who do strange experiments on humans, which usually deal with a probe around the southern pole of the human anatomy. Ridiculous, but with a pinch of truth... maybe.
To the government, at least in Craig's eyes, metas were nothing more than police dogs, but easier to train and more expendable. Maybe the life of crime was for him. He just needed to toughen up and quit being a pansy. Do the job, get paid. It was going to be just that easy.
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Post by dakota on Nov 17, 2006 5:34:24 GMT -5
" Relax, I didn't think you did it on purpose." Kristian replied, trying not to laugh as she stuck to bottletop in her mouth by covering his mouth with his hand. " You don't strike me as that kind of woman. Besides, I don't think I could stop you anyways. not without getting my but handed to me.
" Oh yeah, he's meta. Tough one too." Vance nodded slightly. " He can turn his hands into swords or clubs or whatever. Seen him beat a guy down with a hammerfist one night because he wouldn't stop hitting on her. Worst part was when the bouncers saw who it was, they gave him a wide birth and cleaned up when he was done. Nothing you can't handle though, right?"
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Post by shiivster on Nov 17, 2006 14:52:10 GMT -5
* blinks a couple of times as she digests his words, and then seems to go a bit pale as she ponders what Sasha would have done now. 'that kind ... oh ... i'm not like Sasha. she was with us for about 6 months, went thru the men one after the other and tried to ... well dad finally got rid of her' *then seems to go quiet while she recalls the problems Sasha brought to the circus* ...o0( but ... i think she was a bad person anyways. she scared me. Bubba didn't like her either, he always was snarly after she was about )
'i think i liked Bubba best of all. he was always honest. ... why would i be like her? .. thats ... ew' *gives a shudder and then shakes the head. then realizing her error with the water bottle and cracks the lid of it, and takes a drink of it to try and occupy her mouth so she wont say anything really stupid*
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Post by thagema on Nov 17, 2006 16:29:02 GMT -5
"Lovely. Alright, I'll think of something to distract him. There's no way I can go toe-to-toe with that guy. I'm not a powerful meta, ya know." This was true, since Craig never considered himself to be powerful by any means.
Sure he had a couple neat abilites, but nothing like the guy he was supposed to deal with. The guy could morph his arms and hands into weapons and he knew how to use them. No, this would have to be handled creatively.
Craig started to smile as he thought up a possible distraction. Of course, depending on the rules of the club, he could be at the very least thrown out. Worst case scenario... well, he didn't want to think how a secret club of metas might handle a problem since calling the police would be something they probably don't do.
So, the drink or the chair? The chair will probably be easier, but a trained bodyguard would likely stand up if someone approached. But, only a fool would leave a drink unsupervised in a bar. Maybe I'm overthinking this. Don't think, just react. OK, I'll just play it by ear."
"I've got an idea. Just let me know when you need a distraction. It'll only buy you as little as a couple seconds, maybe more, but I wouldn't count on it."
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Post by dakota on Nov 17, 2006 19:41:46 GMT -5
Kristian furrowed his brow as he took a drink, but said nothing to Sierra, content to let her ramble. when she stopped, he finally said, " You know it's kinda sad that a cat was your best friend. " He teased.
" Gotta get her by herself before I can pull this off." As if on cue, the three girls seated with Terri got up and head for the the dance floor. but before vance could rise from his seat, one of her friends came back and dragged their target onto the floor.
Vance cursed and flopped back down in his seat.
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Post by shiivster on Nov 17, 2006 19:53:40 GMT -5
*looks up .. and then blinks. the eyes getting a bit larger and shinier as she fights the tears briefly. and then smiles as she thinks briefly ...o0( you're honest too .. just like him ). 'its not sad. not really. you're kinda like him too. kinda, but in a more ... uhhh ... more human kinda way? .. '
*tries to change the topic off her. 'you sounded funny for a moment when i got back. its not like i wanted to sit, but it was sit or fall over backward which would have been worse. don't you think so? ... ' *thinks briefly* ...o0( i guess i could sit on your lap .. but ... oh my .... ) *feels her cheeks getting warm as the eyes go wider and grabs the beer and takes a drink.
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