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Post by akiada on Sept 8, 2009 14:16:07 GMT -5
(OOC: Ah, cool. )
Akiada nodded, rising from his seat after taking one last long sip to polish off his coffee. "Sounds fine to me," he replied. "I could use one after sitting around like that. "So what's with the phone? Your girlfriend naggin' ya?" he asked after a moment, smirking again.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 9, 2009 23:54:30 GMT -5
"Yeah, my old lady told me to run down to the store to get bread and cigarettes, but I figured I'd stop by here first for some coffee. She's wondering where the fuck I am," he said with a slight laugh. He set a $10 down on the table, nodding at the diner's owner as the two canids walked out. The two turned, going back up the alley. "Someone named Ricter wants to meet with us. You know him?" Shavo asked, giving Akiada a curious look. This Ricter character was the one who contacted him a day before.
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Post by akiada on Sept 11, 2009 10:15:28 GMT -5
Akiada chuckled. "Sounds about right," he said softly, following Shavo as they walked out of the diner. "Don't know 'im personally, but the name is familiar. Guess I'll really get to know him soon though," he replied to the jackal's question, shrugging a bit. "Where's he wanna meet?"
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 13, 2009 0:29:41 GMT -5
Shavo told Akiada where Ricter wanted to meet. "Some park a few blocks away. Haven't really been there before. Thing is, I don't know what he looks like, so unless he knows us, we're SOL, my friend." The two walked until they found the small lot, a few broken basket ball nets on one side, a dirt field on the other. Noone was in sight. The two ventured farther into the park, looking for any signs of life.
(OOC: This would be a good time to jump in if you want, Ricter.)
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Post by Ricter on Sept 13, 2009 17:02:09 GMT -5
Only the faintest signs of life. Truth be told, he despised naming a place to meet. Never knew if that kind of information was leaked or not, if the line was secure, all of that jazz. Public places too, something else he didn't like. Eyes and ears that you couldn't see. How else did they think he managed to pull a few things off and still stay under the radar?
He was in one of the shadier spots of this little lot, leaning against a post. How would they tell it was him? He was, aside from them, the only one there. There was no movement from him, standing slightly slouched, his hat pulled down low and the hood of the jacket he wore, threadbare urban camouflage, crumpled around his neck. Smoke from the cigarette clenched between his teeth curled up wards, holding for a moment under the brim of his hat before escaping to resume it's journey. Then his head turned, picking up slightly.
Looking the two furres over, his paws shifted slightly in his jacket pockets. He knew who it was he was looking for. Not the type to go on blind faith, he always scouted these things out before. Once again, another thing that years of working in organized crime. He didn't say a word, he just watched them, as if waiting for them to make the first move.
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Post by akiada on Sept 14, 2009 14:10:23 GMT -5
"That's a good point," Akiada commented, shrugging his shoulders a bit, trying to work on a suitable solution to that little dilemma as they walked through the park. He was relieved that the park was deserted, even if it being so quiet and empty gave it a slightly creepy air. It would narrow down the suspects however, which he saw as a good thing.
"Think that's 'im?" he asked Shavo when he spied, gesturing subtly to the smoke furre leaning against a post.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 15, 2009 20:43:47 GMT -5
"Nobody else here, so I hope so..." Shavo was a bit edgy now upon seeing the furre. He rotated his sleeve slightly, cupping his hand back, and as if on cue, a steel pipe landed in his palm. Just in case, he thought. He kept the weapon hidden as they approached the furre.
"Ricter, I assume?" Shavo spoke quietly, but enough to get the stranger's attention. He didn't know what to expect next. Was this guy going to pull a gun and kill him? Were sirens going to come from nowhere as the guy flashed a badge? God, he hoped this wasn't a set-up...
The jackal gave a slight disarming smile from under his hooded jacket.
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Post by Ricter on Sept 15, 2009 22:48:03 GMT -5
For a moment he was quiet. Then he spoke up, his voice a harsh rasp, "Yeah." Pushing off the post, he approached the two of them, his eyes swept up and down. Now he may not be able to see the pipe but it was obvious something was being held. "Drop what'cha got." he wheezed to the jackal, eyes narrowed. The smile was only met by the same scowl he always wore. Only then did he turn his eyes on the wolf. Seems the kid had already found someone from the club.
Only after a moment he gave a nod to Akiada, coughing out a cloud of noxious, gray smoke. He didn't speak, not one word more than what he'd already had. Instead, he took a closer look at the jackal, looking him up and down. It was like he was reading the kid. Then he gave a nasty sounding series of coughs, clenching his cigarette between his teeth for another drag. Fumes escaped with each word as he rasped again, "What'cha even here for?"
Not exactly a nice question but one that was awfully prevalent to the situation. Why did this jackal want exactly what he wanted? Was it just some misconception of rebellion or did he have some sort of idealistic fantasy about utopia? Neither of those were what was going to happen here. The jackal had best understand full well exactly what he was getting into.
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Post by akiada on Sept 19, 2009 20:02:35 GMT -5
"What are we all here for? For what purpose do we even exist?" Akiada queried in response, grinning playfully. He knew full well that Ricter hadn't been posing such an existential question, but he was the sort to twist things like that for a cheap laugh. He didn't say anything else though, just standing there grinning like an idiot. This wasn't about him after all - even if he could throw in his comments.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 20, 2009 19:46:45 GMT -5
Shavo studied Ricter a moment more, before letting the pipe slide down into his hand and tossing it aside. He had no problem giving up the pipe. He had far more deadlier weapons tucked away inside his jacket. "Why am I here?" Good question, to be honest. Not everyone just wakes up and suddenly wants to join a criminal organization.
"I figured I had a talent your organization might find useful."
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Post by Ricter on Sept 23, 2009 10:28:19 GMT -5
Akiada's words only drew a sidelong glance. It seemed that Ricter did not share that sense of humor. Or any sense of humor that matter. He wheezed out another cloud of smoke, coughing harshly afterwards. That stare of his was almost withering. There were a lot of people out there that thought they were real tough stuff. The way to tell who really was and who was just acting was just as simple as that. Those that acted tough weren't.
After a moment he looked back to Shavo and what he said. "That it?" was all he said. He had a talent that he thought might be useful? Almost everyone had a useful talent that in one form or another could be put to use in any organization. What he was asking was if the jackal wanted to be a part of this because he believed in fighting for something if he was a thug looking for a job. If so this wasn't exactly the best of career choices.
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Post by akiada on Sept 25, 2009 21:06:47 GMT -5
Akiada frowned a bit as his attempt at humor was effortlessly deflected, shifting his position uncomfortably as he watched the scene play out. He could tell that Shavo wasn't doing very well already, though he did his best to keep that knowledge from showing in his expression.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 28, 2009 20:36:16 GMT -5
Shavo's smile all together vanished at the two words. Rather picky, aren't we?, he thought. Then again, they had every right to be. No organization was efficient when you allow just anyone. It seemed like Shavo was going to have to show he was a cut above the rest. "Perhaps I was a bit vague, so let me put it another way." He reached up and removed his hood. "I get things done, plain and simple. You need something transported without the 5-0 catching wind, I will get it there. You need someone killed," a flick of his wrist made a sharp blade emerge from his sleeve. "I will get it done." The blade disappeared down his sleeve again. "I'm a jackal of many trades. I think it would be foolish to let someone like me slip away." May have laid it on a little too thick, but he wasn't going to sell himself short.
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Post by Ricter on Sept 30, 2009 20:18:17 GMT -5
Watching this little display, he could have been wowed or at the very least interested. Instead, all Shavo got was a harsh, hoarse cough, a cloud of smoke floating out with it. All these things he was showing off were things that were second nature to Ricter. Did Shavo really think that they all the Foundry needed was brute force? Ricter knew that he alone could serve that purpose.
Taking a long drag off his smoke, it was fairly obvious he was unimpressed. "Ya gotta lotta things ta' learn." he wheezed, "Any thug off tha' street can pull tha' stuff off." Shaking his head, the stare he fixed Shavo with was almost withering, boring right into the Jackal. "Tell me somthin'. Why's a punk like you wanna get into somthin' like this? 'cause ya can fight?"
That simply wouldn't do. Maybe Shavo was an opportunity they shouldn't pass up, maybe not. The reason they were all there, in the Foundry, was because they believed in something, or at least had an ideal. It was all about doing something, not just for them, but for everyone. A crusade, if it could be called that. Did Shavo believe he was doing this for a cause or was it just arrogance and a rebellious, action junkie nature that drove him?
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Post by akiada on Oct 2, 2009 18:56:31 GMT -5
Keeps misinterpreting Ricter's question, Akiada thought to himself, rocking back and forth as he watched the exchange. Doesn't really bode well for you, kid, he mused. All this reminded him of why he wasn't terribly fond of recruiter duty. He was pretty bad at being critical - but that was why he alone wasn't the sole deciding factor.
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