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Post by todd on Nov 15, 2009 8:05:48 GMT -5
Todd was now curious about this Cyrus as it seemed the convict motion him towards his vehicle. He didn't think much about what the wolf could have wanted from some low life scum like him. It was curiosity alone that enticed him to follow. However, there was a few things he did before hopping into the care without a care in his mind. He signaled for his best buddy to come over. The fellow was a young punk weasel which everyone called Scrap. He could be characterized by piercings, a spazzed out messy hairstyle, and a tie which opposed his clothing style. Underneath the tie was a striped shirt accompanied by a brownish-black jacket and a plaid flannel. "Hey Scrap, take my bike and follow that car at a distance." He said to his buddy, motioning his head towards Cyrus' vehicle. He tossed the keys to his friend and then turned catching site of the girl from earlier. "Hey I'm gonna take a ride with that guy over there. You can come along if you want but I think the guy's a big time criminal." he said, welcoming himself into the open car door. He plopped down beside Cyrus. Hell if he knew what the guy wanted from him.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 28, 2009 23:13:06 GMT -5
The albino gave a nod to the young furre a slight nod, shutting both automatic doors and starting the engine up. The vehicle rose off the ground and glided smoothly out of the garage, and they were off.
Cyrus was silent a moment, keeping one eye on the road, the other in the mirror. He smiled briefly, musing at the old habit. He doubted any of his prior contacts knew he was out. Oh well, they will sooner or later...
"...I imagine you're wondering why I wanted to talk to you," he said, turning onto a major road that cut across St. Lucent. Traffic was light, which gave the wolf the option to speed, as he was prone to do. "I don't know what you know about me, honestly, I could care less. The point is, you have skills I find useful to my cause. I brought you along to ask if you would be interested in working for me." He reached behind his seat, noting the pistol he had hid there along with a few other provisions.
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Post by todd on Nov 29, 2009 18:58:23 GMT -5
Manners were not in this shepherd's book of definitions, at least not unless he was trying to impress a chick. He propped his boots up on the dashboard and let his seat drop back a few inches lower than the driver's own. "Stuffy, cramped up cars. Rather be riding my bike in a rain storm." He was acting a little pissy, fussing around with the handle that controlled his seat. He glanced in the back seat when his host motioned back. Catching sight of the handle of a gun. Got a switchblade ready for ya if you pull any shit on me bro,he thought. Glancing behind them, he caught sight of Scrap in the distance. He was not so concerned about having protection as he wanted his bike to be within close range.
"Sooo you want me to work for a big shot infamous convict?" Todd responded, "Ya know, usually someone get's paid when they do work for someone." he hinted, not intending to answer yes or no until they had a little talk about what was in it for Todd. He'd do just about anything as long as he was going to get something out of it.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Dec 2, 2009 18:11:13 GMT -5
"Well, of course you're going to get paid. Of course I expect you to work for it, too," he said, glancing at the young male. There was something oddly familiar about him, like they met before... But he was so much younger than Cyrus was. Perhaps his father? And where… Cyrus glanced behind the other seat and saw what he was looking for: a blue zip-up pouch with some medical supplies. “I do kind of agree with you about this car. I prefer some of the older models, but the power this thing‘s got is just incredible,” he said, knocking on the rear glass window with a slight chuckle. “Technically, this thing is not even street legal, but since the Council owns it…or, did own it, well, you know how that story ends…” The Council always got their way, no matter how questionable their actions were, and these armored and well-armed super-sports were no exception. He dropped the pouch on the young furre’s lap. “So, tell me a little about yourself.”
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Post by todd on Dec 5, 2009 18:22:01 GMT -5
Todd eased up on his switchblade when his host pulled out a blue pack instead of the pistol. Dead or alive he didn't care, however, he wouldn't go out without a fight if someone was trying to snuff him out. He rolled down the window, catching the air in his face as Cyrus talked about the car. Council ride huh? No wonder it's armor proof, there's enough people in St. Lucent that want to blow out their brains. As for Todd, he didn't give two shits about the Council, anyone could do whatever the hell they wanted as long as they didn't get in his way. "Me? Name's Todd Hartley. There's not too much to say about myself. My parents died when I was a little runt and I've been alone ever since. Got no respect for anybody and I'll probably get kicked from High School before too long." He opened up the packet, searching through the contents and pulling out a few bandages. Pulling up his arm sleeves, he began to apply them to his clean skinned elbows. "So, what's up with you, and what do you want with me? Ya gotta admit it's a bit strange seeing someone like you outta the slammer, driving a Council member's car."
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Dec 8, 2009 2:58:29 GMT -5
Hartley, huh? The name did sound familiar... Cyrus sneered at the mention of his possession of a Council car. Cyrus was surprised at first when he heard his feats caught the attention of the Council. Shame it took them ten years to finally come talk to him... But at least he was free, now a tool for the Council, but still free. And he intended on spending the rest of his freedom making life hell for the Foundry... "Heh, long story. Maybe another time."
Time wasn't really an issue with Cyrus. Trust was. He made that mistake once, and he lost ten years of his life for it. He thought about it for a moment longer, remembering the name again. He heard it when he was still in the Foundry, quite possibly in prison as well. The albino's jaw set tight as the vehicle entered a long tunnel. He would soon know where Todd sided, and his fate rested with the push of a hidden switch.
"I imagine being on the streets you would hear about the Foundry. What do you think of them?" A row of turbines passed overhead.
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Post by todd on Dec 15, 2009 15:20:46 GMT -5
"The Foundry..." he responded raising a brow. No doubt he'd heard of them, they were very popular among the lower class citizens. Them thinking that if the Foundry could overthrow the Council, life would suddenly be better for them. Todd wasn't too sure which side this guy was on. Care about the Foundry? No, they never got in his way. If they wanted to promote themselves as heroes to the lower class, that was their business.
He tied one of the bandages tightly around his left elbow. The job he did looked amature at the most. "I really don't give a hell about them, but that goes for the Council as well. All I care about is making my shitty life a little better. If I'm getting paid, I don't care which side I'm playing. I just want paid according to how dangerous the jobs gonna be."
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Dec 16, 2009 2:57:58 GMT -5
Cyrus nodded, at least appearing to be interested. Todd's answer neither confirmed or denied his affiliation with the Foundry. Oh well, the albino though. Plenty of tunnel left... "Yeah, you'll be getting a decent wage. I'll start you out doing small shit, and if you impress, I'll move you up to harder shit, and pay you a little better."
A moment of silence passed. "Just curious, but has anyone in your family been in the Foundry? I can't help but think I've heard your last name somewhere long ago." This wouldn't either, but perhaps serve another purpose. Maybe the boy could be used as a bargaining chip against the Foundry. Sure the kid seemed tough, but Cyrus could bet the kid hasn't dealt with what he did (and overcame) in prison...
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Post by todd on Dec 17, 2009 16:34:51 GMT -5
His last name seemed familiar, Hartley? Other than his father which he liked to believe was long dead, there was no family he personally knew about. Everyone was disconnect from his parents, and he was abandoned when they were pulled away from him. His father didn't die like he told people. Just beat the shit outta him, killed his mom and got thrown in the slammer. If Cyrus knew the name from anywhere, it was probably jail. Personally Todd knew nothing about his pop, he could have got out of prison and joined the foundry. In that case he'd probably volunteer to help beat down the foundry. He hated his pop, most people had at least one good family memory, could have been a half decent Christmas or something. Holidays and all that shit sucked in Todd's life, it was just hell like any other day. He'd kill that bastard if he could come face to face with him again. "Don't got no family, my gang's my only family but there not blood. There's a bastard piece of shit that probably shared that prison with you, but I wouldn't know anything about where he is now."
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Dec 21, 2009 19:22:32 GMT -5
The albino nodded again, glancing out the window briefly to switch lanes. He couldn't stand moving slow in traffic. His red eyes glanced at Todd again as he sped past the freight truck. So, it is the same Hartley... Cyrus sneered to himself. "You know, now that you mentioned it, I may have known your dad. We were both in the Foundry ten years ago. In fact, he was one of the few who got me thrown in prison."
His red eyes looked back out the windshield, briefly catching a glimpse at the rear view camera (the vehicle had no back window), catching sight of a somewhat familiar bike. So, the kid had one of his buddies tail him... good move. Cyrus smirked and sped up a little, doubting the bike could keep up with his super-sport. "The Council bailed me out of prison, against the Angels' disapproval, so, yeah, I work for them, to an extent..." He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of the center console and put them on.
"Doesn't stop me from pursuing my own interests, though. The Council wants the Foundry gone, I want the Foundry gone. I got the know-how, they fund it. Win-win." He didn't mention that the money would also get his black market auto ring back up, because that was on a need-to-know basis. The vehicle slowed and whipped into an empty parking near a convenience store. Cyrus reached behind the seat again and brought out the Glock 18 and a ski mask, and looked at Todd. "Here's your first interview. The guy behind the counter is a Foundry snitch. See what he knows..."
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