Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:14:16 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:58:25 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:00:02 PM)
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Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:00:14 PM)
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Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:01:30 PM)
*Shrugs* Wasn't there... ((Can't always make the scenes.))

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:03:09 PM)
"Trust me when I say, you did not miss much. I spent most of the battle crawling through tunnels and sewage..." Her nose wrinkles in disgust before she turns to head towards the river.

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:04:29 PM)
Doesn't sound pleasant. *Turns to follow her, wondering where they are going now.*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:06:26 PM)
Sighing with a shake of her head, she takes another turn down the street. A couple of blocks ahead is a little niche coffee shop with a scattering of iron chairs and tables outside the door. "It is probably not what you are used to, but the ambiance is quite nice. And they have hookahs inside, as well."

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:07:20 PM)
Ah... ok... *Walking along with her* works for me I guess. So find a new job yet?

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:13:14 PM)
She frowns and shakes her head. "William mentioned starting a club before he went on vacation. I am waiting for him to return, to see if he needs entertainment." She steps up to the door and opens it, holding it for him with a small smile before following him inside.

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:15:29 PM)
Sure ya don't wanna work for me? It's got good benefits. *Heads up to the counter, ordering a good cup o' coffee*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:17:32 PM)
Waiting for him to finish ordering, she steps up and orders a regular coffee and a two-armed hookah with lemon tobacco. Turning, she heads further into the little shop, sitting down at a corner table, leaving the other seat open for him. "And what would you have me doing?"

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:21:17 PM)
*He'd pay for both of them and then go and take a seat with her* Oh, this and that. Maybe being a bit of a saleswoman... show off my products in a good light...

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:22:19 PM)
Crossing her legs at the knee, she dangles her foot and bounces it lightly, obviously thinking. "What kind of products are we talking about?

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:24:28 PM)
Depends on what yer comfy with... right now my main product is guns... but I've been thinking of branching out into jewelry as well.

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:24:47 PM)
Especially once I get the recycling place up and running.

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:28:12 PM)
She blinks at him curiously and starts to say something, only to sit back with a false smile when their hookah arrives on its own stool. Shortly thereafter, their coffee is delivered. She settles back to arrange the tobacco on the little tray, then lights it, holding the other arm out to him.

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:29:22 PM)
What's wrong? *Frowning just a bit*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:31:15 PM)
She waits until the server slips away before answering. "I do not like guns. If I do this, it has to be understood that I will not pose with live ammunition."

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:32:58 PM)
*Smirks and nods* Do you like jewelry though?

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:33:28 PM)
She shrugs. "I do not mind it, bUt I do not wear a lot of it."

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:33:54 PM)
Then thats the part of my business you'll be in charge of... ever sell anything before?

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:35:33 PM)
She slowly shakes her head, puffing on the hookah arm for a moment before answering. "No, I have not."

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:39:18 PM)
Think you'd be able to do it?

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:39:54 PM)
"The only way to know is for me to try. I am willing to do that..."

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:42:41 PM)
Yeah? How much you want paid? Or you wanna work for Commition?

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:48:29 PM)
"Let me see how it works out first, then we will discuss payment, ok? I want to see if I can even sell anything before I start charging you..."

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:54:35 PM)
*Nods and smiles* Works for me.

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:54:59 PM)
So it's a deal? *Holds out his hand*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:55:56 PM)
She eyes his hand, then nods and shakes it. "For now. I cannot promise anything, but the best I can do is try. We will discuss payment next Sunday. Oh, what hours are you looking to have me work?"

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:59:38 PM)
*Shrugs* Unless I need you for something special you can make yer own hours.

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:02:04 PM)
She smiles and nods, going back to the hookah. "Then I shall meet you there tomorrow. Call me when you get there and give me directions, ok?"

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:02:55 PM)
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Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:03:50 PM)
*comes around a courner in his SUV after having a meetin as he heads down the street looking for a coffee shop toget more coffee at as he thinks. things happened way to fast now that the guy was gone it all started feeling strange to him*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:04:56 PM)
((brb phone))

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:05:05 PM)
((doom))

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:07:04 PM)
*he sees the place he was looking for and pulls over parking in front of the place, getting out he takes with him his coffe mug and ehads into the shop*

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 3:14:30 PM)
.

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:14:36 PM)
*he walks in gets a refil and then sees Isabella and Jack and freezes he was so not exspecting them here*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:16:19 PM)
Her eyes flick over towards the counter where Christian is standing, but her face carefully blanked of expression as she takes a pull off the hookah arm.

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:17:36 PM)
*his mind races as he pays for his coffee. He was not out to interact with the cultist or her otehr ciult members this was really awkward but he forces and smile and nods a hello to her trying to seem normal*

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 3:18:47 PM)
*Rae, looking between the two*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:21:53 PM)
Turning to Jack, she murmurs something to him, then sets down her hookah wand and starts to walk over to Christian, a small smile on her face.

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:22:32 PM)
*he is in his trench as usual and stands there but she would note his trench is not buttoned up all the way. he just returns the smile jsut seems ot lack luster*

Dante Blackston (Jul 10, 2011 3:25:08 PM)
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Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 3:25:12 PM)
*Watches her go, looking over Christian*

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:25:17 PM)
((is in coffee shop))

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:25:53 PM)
Standing in front of Christian, she smiles gently at him and speaks softly, for his ears only. "Hello. I have not seen you around the park in a few days. Is everything alright?"

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:26:20 PM)
*he looks at her and leasn in whispers back to her*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:27:51 PM)
She blinks, then chuckles, shaking her head. (softly) "My dear, you must be mistaken. We are human, just like you. Besides, demons and angels do not exist. They are just a myth; everyone knows that."

Dante Blackston (Jul 10, 2011 3:28:58 PM)
*From the window of a darkened apartment building, Dante peers out the window at the group*

Dante Blackston (Jul 10, 2011 3:29:01 PM)
07/10/11 19:27:44 Dante Blackston rolls 5 dice vs. diff of 6 to Hiding: 4, 3, 9, 1, 6 ,W : 2 successes

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:29:09 PM)
*he shakes his head and says softly back* now dont bull shit a bull shitter I know you know and beleive in the shit after the conversatin we had the other day. I know they that is hidden know of me to quote you. so lets try that again. I will let you rewind.

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:29:20 PM)
*looks at her coldly and sips his coffee*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:31:27 PM)
She turns to look at Jack with a small smile, then returns her gaze to Christian, her green eyes sparkling with barely surpressed laughter. (still whisper) "Does your therapist know you have stopped taking your medicine? Surely, they know what is best for you to keep these horrible hallucinations at bay..."

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:33:06 PM)
*He reaches into his trench and pulls out a folded piece of paper and leans in and speaks softly to her as he hands her the paper* Yeah hallusicinations *he turns and heads for the door coffee in hand*

Dante Blackston (Jul 10, 2011 3:33:20 PM)
*Dante steps into the room more and pulls out his cellphone sending a text message*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:33:50 PM)
She palms the paper, watching him leave for a moment, then calls out. "I still have your coffee cup at my apartment, if you want to stop by later..."

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:34:52 PM)
*he pauses shrugs not looking back and heads out the game and pieces were in play the demon cult now knows he knows of there demon lord. he thinks as he puts more pieces of his plan together and heads for his SUV*

Dante Blackston (Jul 10, 2011 3:35:42 PM)
*As he awaits the text message he peers out the window again at the trio*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:36:58 PM)
Turning with a sigh, she heads back over to the table where Jack is sitting, retaking her seat and reaching for her purse, right as it goes off. Jumping with a soft gasp, she digs inside it, stuffing the paper she got from Christian into it. Pulling her phone free, she taps the screen a few times, reads what is one it. Her brow furrows as she taps out a response, then she slides the phone back into her purse, looking at Jack regretfully. "I am sorry, but something has come up that I need to attend to. Call me tomorrow, so I know where I am going, ok?"

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:37:25 PM)
((anti lag post))

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 3:38:15 PM)
Alright... *Frowns*

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:39:10 PM)
*he opens his SUV abd puts his coffee inside, then climbs into the SUV making sure the AC is on full blast*

Dante Blackston (Jul 10, 2011 3:39:40 PM)
*Dante takes down the licence plate number for Christian's SUV then disappears into the room*

Dante Blackston (Jul 10, 2011 3:40:08 PM)
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Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:40:31 PM)
*he heads down the street and parks his SUV then moves to his usual place *

Christian Walker (Jul 10, 2011 3:41:19 PM)
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Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:41:55 PM)
She smiles and reaches out to pat his hand gently. "Do not frown so. You look much better with a smile. Mateo just needs my help with something." She gets to her feet and fidgets with her skirt a little, hanging her purse over her shoulder. With one last smile, she turns and walks out of the coffee shop, the fringe of her skirt swaying with each step. Pausing at the doorway, she tugs it open and turns right, heading back to her apartment.

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 3:42:18 PM)
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Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 3:47:26 PM)
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