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Post by wastelandwheelman on Oct 3, 2009 16:48:22 GMT -5
It seemed the jackal was down to his last card, and he didn't like it one bit. "Why?" Shavo bit his lip looking down. He didn‘t want to come clean out of fear of him appearing soft, but it seemed that was his only option. "Because I have my own ideals of a better life for everyone. It's been something I've been working at pretty much all my life. I know what you guys do, the good and bad. Makes no difference to me," he said, pulling up his hood. “I guess all I can do is show you what I can do, and stop wasting both our time." Shavo's façade was calm, but deep down his stomach was in knots.
(OOC: Sorry, I caught the flu, so I'm kinda out of it >_>)
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Ricter
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Post by Ricter on Oct 5, 2009 21:06:28 GMT -5
The jackal tried to act cool and he was doing a good job at it. Fact of the matter was, Ricter wasn't fooled. Of all his talents, both honest and unsavory, one of his most used, was his ability to read others. He could read a furre better than most could read a book. In his former line of work it meant the difference between life and death. However, despite all his stomach butterflies, pulling that last card hand done the trick. Finally honest and not trying to be the tough guy.
At this Ricter nodded, his paws shifting around in his pockets some, he fished out another cigarette. Using the butt of the old smoke to light up the fresh one, taking a long drag. "A'right." he wheezed, flicking the still smoldering butt of the last cigarette to the side, "Maybe ya oughta see the boss."
Seems like Shavo just might get to prove his worth after all. Of course, Ricter was going to have to talk to the boss and get Shavo some sort of set up meeting. At least the tough questioning for the jackal was over.
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Post by akiada on Oct 7, 2009 16:19:53 GMT -5
"Ideals like that are important," Akiada commented quietly, almost as if he wasn't talking to anyone but himself. "It's what separates us from everyone else. It ain't like a gang. We aren't in this to line our own pockets. We're here to help."
He shrugged his shoulders. "It's not how many people you can beat up, how much shit you can steal, how good you are at not getting caught, it's all about ideals. A revolutionary without passions, without goals and ideals? He's just a thug."
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 3, 2009 21:24:11 GMT -5
Shavo nodded after a moment. He thought about what was to come. What would the boss expect of him? Who was the boss, even? He breathed out his nose. All in good time, he thought to himself. "Alright. When? Where?"A police siren ripped past the lot, chasing after a hover bike. None of their concern. They were doing nothing wrong.
(OOC: Sorry for the lame post. I'm kinda out of it...)
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