Veronique Moreau (Jun 17, 2011 11:57:15 PM)
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Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 12:00:40 AM)
Aye sista, we just be needin a moment of your time. Ya see, the fanm an chaj, she be wantin ta see ya. It only be a just for a little while. *He stepped aside and motioned to a stretched green cadillac with fully tinted windows. Standing next to the rear passenger door was another man in a similar purple suit.*
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 12:03:03 AM)
"Im sorry? I think you have the wrong place." Chuckling her words as she shrugged it off as such. "Theres a phone booth just at the end of the street with a white pages." Giving the man a casual smile as she slowly shut the door once again, turning to walk back through her kitchen, where the door happened to be, and place her now empty cup in the sink.
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 12:07:46 AM)
*After a few minutes, the window shatters as a canister rolls in. It explodes with a blinding flash and defening thud. (Stamina roll please) Meanwhile there is the sound of a crack as the door splinters and the two purple suited men come in carrying sawed off shot guns.* You'll be comin with us sista, an that be that.
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 12:08:36 AM)
[base diff 6?]
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 12:08:50 AM)
[yes please]
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 12:09:08 AM)
[2 Suxx]
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 12:12:51 AM)
Her back had been turned to the window as the explosion of sound happened, Ronis body reacting before she could even think, diving to the floor on her knees out of instinct. Her hand swam from the fast motion and the blast as she tried to stop the ringing in one ear by placing a hand against the side of her head. Eyes watering from the event, the creole blinked rapidly to regain focus as the two men entered. "What the fuck are you doing..." Muttering the words as she slowly got up off her knees, using the countertop for leverage.
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 12:14:00 AM)
*The men move forward, intent upon seizing you rather then simply harm you. One moved to hook his arm under your left arm while the other moved to hook your right. (you may dodge of course.) Each was probably 6ft even if anything, and at least 200lbs if they were 10.*
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 12:17:21 AM)
Roni hadnt even come to the full realization of what was happening until the two men already had her in their clutches, the thrall slamming down her feet into the floor as if to stop them from moving her anywhere. "Nonono.. I dont even know who the hell you're talking about!" Her taut muscles flexing to struggle against their grasp though with two to deal with instead of one, it made it quite hard.
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 12:22:16 AM)
*They lifted her bodily up and started hauling her out of the duplex. Moving swiftly with military like precision, then dragged her into the streets and toward the green stretch which waited with the rear passenger door open. Roughly they pressed you within the recesses of the back seat, slamming the door shut. The doors lock before you can respond to your new environment, and the two men slide into the front seats beyond the glass barrier. Opposite you is a young creole woman, her skin is smooth and mocha in color. Her eyes a deep brown, watching you, appraising you as she taps a red painted nail against her lips. Her suit is red, rather then purple, though she wears a small purple pin on her lapel. Dangling from her neck is a gris-gris bag, left in the open for you to see.*
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 12:25:50 AM)
Roni grabbed the handle of the door in vain, shaking it, struggling with it a moment before diving for the other to repeat the action. Only after her little panic attack did she notice the woman sitting across from her. That hot latina temper welled up as she opened her mouth and blurted out a few words. "What the fuck is this!?" Demanding an answer from the only person in the back of the vehicle with her.
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 12:29:41 AM)
This? This is a meeting mwen renmen. An interview if you will. I have questions and you have answers. If you are forth coming in our discussion, this unpleasent situation will be fast behind you. *She knocks on the window and the car kicks into motion, heading down the boulevards and out of town toward a vast plantation. The house is old, pre-Fire even. It stands as if new, well maintained and the grounds littered with guards, dogs, and gorgeous trees, flower beds, and gardens.*
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 12:34:31 AM)
She remained quiet most of the ride, her mind turning with ideas as she paid close attention to the streets they took, hoping to memorize it all though that sort of thing wasn't one of Ronis strong suits. Her leg bounced anxiously, unsure of what to do though the creole was certain escaping was likely a good idea whenever the opportunity should arise because this was crazy shit right here. Movie shit. Shit that never ended well for the person being brought out in the middle of nowhere to be 'questioned'.
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 12:36:47 AM)
*The door opened and the man who knocked on the door offers his hand gently to you.* Forgive the violence sista, we all do what we must. *The woman in the back watches and nods approvingly.* I would have asked that you come quietly and peacefully, I have no reason to mar that pretty face of yours. I actually find myself quite fond of your club.
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 12:41:59 AM)
Her tongue was stiff in her mouth as it pressed against the back of her teeth, disgruntled at the entire affair. She took hold of the mans hand who offered it and as she stepped out, let it brush against her full breast before letting those dark, chocolate eyes linger upon his face. If ever there was a time to man fall inlove with her, now was it she thought, no matter how it had to be done. "Can you at least tell me what this is about? Im serious.. I think you have the wrong person cause I dont get my shit involved in other peoples ya know?" Pleading with him in a casual, almost friendly manner.
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 12:45:18 AM)
*The woman takes the man's hand as he guides her out of the car. The air of the plantation smells fresh, vibrant, alive with the sounds and smells of the country. She takes a deep breath and nods, stepping next to Roni with a slight smile.* I simply wish to talk about your boyfriend, one Sergei Alenikov. That is all, just a little... chit chat between girls mwen renmen.
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 12:48:58 AM)
Roni let out a boisterous laugh. "Boyfriend? Nonono.. He's so -not- my boyfriend. That be the cheerleader he hangs with. Not me. See? I knew you had the wrong person!" Trying to laugh all this off like it was some friendly mistake. "And if you ask me, shes a bit of a goodie goodie, might drive you a bit crazy or offer to bake you a pie but yeah yeah, I am not who you're looking for." Jestfully waving her hand like she were from the Starwars movie.
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 12:51:49 AM)
pa gen, we have the right person. You see, his cheerleader? as you called her. Is not someone we can reason with. You however, are a business woman with a taste for the finer things in life. A woman after my own heart you might say. *She sweeps her arm to indicate the manor and the plantation.* Perhaps I have something that might interest you, for something that will interest me, mwen renmen?
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:00:48 AM)
She closed her eyes a moment, feeling her chest rise and fall rapidly, trying to slow it down. Think roni.. think. "Oh I dunno, she'd be able to help you a lot more then I would. Shes with him almost constantly." Looking between the woman and her henchmen, Roni gave that charming smile of hers, the one she saved to gain peoples trust or whenever they needed a bit of push to spend more money at work.
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:04:10 AM)
*She turns an eye to Roni, appraising her for a moment.* Perhaps I do have the wrong woman. Perhaps you do not wish to have a life of comfort and ease. I can take my money and my power elsewhere and invest in someone a little more... forward thinking. *She turns to face you fully, cupping a hand to your chin.* What a waste of such beauty and talent. And all for a weasly little russian.
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:08:12 AM)
"Trust me, this aint for him. I just dont like gettin involved in other peoples shit." Pausing to remove her chin from the womans hold. "Look, I dont know what hes done to you but it aint my business. I dont want any trouble and I dont wanna take up what Im sure is precious to you, Time."
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:14:25 AM)
He is sticking his nose where it does not belong. He comes into MY house, and tramps his mud covered russian feet on everything. Now I will make this plain and simple. You can tell me about his business, all that you know of it. His friends, family, contacts, and you can walk away a much wealthier woman. New investers for your club, the finest alcohol, even the best guests. All you have to do is talk to me. Not hard is it Mwen renmen?
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:19:34 AM)
"I dont own that club. I never have. Im a dancer, a feature, their feature." Shaking her head in confusion thinking this woman clearly had some false information about her. "And I honestly dont know anything about his business. I know his two assistants names and that some psychos name Jack who wont stop fucking following me around like a lost puppy, really pretty creepy... " She only faced the woman now, talking rapidly as the words spewed forth from her mouth. "Oh, but I do know the psycho makes weapons and where. Hes got like this weird warehouse with weapons and shit all inside where he makes 'em. Ive already warned Sergei the guys not all upstairs ya know? I mean he talks about the enjoyment of killing people, this Jack dude."
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:22:13 AM)
Really? *she holds up what looks like a deed.* Are you sure you don't own the club? *She listens to your recounting of information and smiles warmly. One of her bodyguards begins to take notes as she nods, hanging on your every word.* Ah see! You do know what I wish to know. Now as for the club... *she holds out the deed.* As I said, I'm sure we could do business together.
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:27:17 AM)
Roni hesitated only a moment before she took the deed in her hands. "Is this for real?" Looking it over though she had no clue how to really tell if the document was fact or fiction. Those dark orbs for eyes flickered back and forth between the woman and the piece of paper now in her grasp. "I mean, the clubs gotta be worth well... I dont know how much but I do know the building is worth 1.2 million. I only know that cause the manager was drunk and spilled the beans once over sambuca shooters..."
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:30:12 AM)
well you are now manager with 49% ownership. I will trust that you will keep it running in top shape. You will of course inform me of any work that may need doing or any troubles that need be handled. *she smiles* do not look so surprised, I make it a habit of knowing other's weaknesses. It helps when getting what I want, and now it helps getting you what you want as well.
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:34:45 AM)
"Thats it? I mean..." Stuffing the piece of paper in the waistband of her boxers before giving a bit of an awkward smile before she looked past the woman and toward the vehicle. "Can I.. "Motioning to it with a lazy finger. "Go then? Back home that is. Im not really uh, dressed for anywheres." Letting a playful little chuckle escape her as she struck a pose in her tank top and mens boxers.
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:36:30 AM)
*She nods.* I will have someone come by tomorrow and fix your widow and door. For to night, take damon with you. It wouldn't do to have my new associate hurt because of a broken door. *She motions to one of her bodyguards to take you home as she heads out into one of the gardens.*
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:41:39 AM)
*She hands over her card with a nod* Have a good evening Mwen renmen.
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:43:31 AM)
(Crosses fingers its one of the hot ones) She nodded, saying nothing more, glad to be out of the situation regardless of the benefit it had presented. Sure, she was youthful and stupid, loving the bad boy types but only so far as to know they were bad boys, not really more then that. Roni liked to control her enviornment and to be in a situation where she was no longer the queen of the nile, was not this creoles cup of tea. Into the car she went, one hand clutching the deed tightly.
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:45:48 AM)
((you are taken home, tomorrow morning at 7am the window and door are repaired. The hott bodyguard leaves, and you now own half of that club. You may also take allies in the Hatian Mafia if you wish.))
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:46:41 AM)
[Wahoo! I have 57xp so I very well may! Will the club thing be added to my sheet?]
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:47:03 AM)
[I will message Dusk about it now.]
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:47:47 AM)
[OK thank you :) Did you want me to add the Allies to my XP request or ?]
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:48:41 AM)
[that is up to you. You may purchase that and whatever else you feel relevant for this little adventure.]
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:49:13 AM)
[Ok thank you :) I will add it to my XP request then! ]
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:50:18 AM)
Thanks for the scene, Ogre :)
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:50:37 AM)
your welcome, thanks for playing along.
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:50:52 AM)
=D
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:50:58 AM)
Thank you for involving me :)
Ogre (Jun 18, 2011 1:51:31 AM)
anytime you want more, just drop a SR. :P
Veronique Moreau (Jun 18, 2011 1:51:38 AM)
Sounds solid :)
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