HeartString
Corsairs
Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jul 6, 2009 23:51:11 GMT -5
Fear being an amazing thing to experience as a passenger, Tracy sat paralyzed for a half a moment as she felt the fear of whoever it was in the room where Stones had gone off to. The combination of emotions all around was in and of itself enough to find her lost as a little paintbrush in a swirl of colors under a tie-dyed sky full to bursting with fireworks. The sheer volume and myriad of emotional range was awe inspiring, but the smell of the beef was mouthwatering and it snapped her back into her own head shaking stars from her eyes as she suddenly realized she was watching Mason fill his plate.
"MMmm that smells incredible." She said as she served herself a helping and put a bit of potatoes and salad on her plate as well. Tracy used to eat quite a bit more when she was in full Olympic training mode with her gymnastic team, but since coming to the academy she had cut back. The training was intense but she didn't focus as much on simply building her body at the Xavier Institute. She had her figure to consider as well so she ate, to be sure, but conservatively and with manners.
"Oh this tastes incredible, my compliments to the chef. Thank you so much for all of this, really. You guys are such wonderful hosts." she smiled. She didn't want to overdo it as she could tell some of them were really not happy to see Ember back again. Tracy chalked it up to old scores to settle and dove into her salad, crunching into the greens. It was a brilliant meal, and after the long ride and the 'little light workout' it felt great to have some sustenance. Lifting her draft lager to her lips she took a stiff pull on it, not a big beer drinker to be sure, but she figured...'when in Rome...' and all that noise. "Cheers!"
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Post by Ember on Jul 7, 2009 14:46:16 GMT -5
The former topless bartender that now wore nothing more than a strapless leather bra that covered nothing had set in front of Aideen a tall glass of Mead and a shot of the Shine that she ordered, both brewed and distilled from scratch several floors below them. Both were pretty strong though the Shine was easily the strongest of the two, probably the strongest liquor available on the whole East Coast, containing close to 90% alcohol and not something for those with a weak stomach. Many have taken no more than a shot and were unable to hold it down, feeling the hit within the minute. The Mead was a drink of deception, tasting of honey and rich with spices and flavors, but as strong as a glass of straight vodka. Being so sweet, many didn't realize exactly how strong it was and had far more than they should have, hitting them quickly.
Wrapping slim fingers around the shot glass of Shine, Aideen brought it to her lips, her head tipping back as the cold liquid burned down her throat, giving her something else to concentrate on after getting so worked up from the fight. Drinks rarely affected her with her body temperature burning through the alcohol too quickly for it to effect her, but the Shine would be enough to at least have her relax for a couple of minutes. Her eyes closed as she put the shot down on the table and she exhaled a slow breath, her mind and body in a heated battle to calm down from the fight. The spike of adrenaline rush got her a bit worked up, but what did it was probably just watching Logan take them on effortlessly. Aideen noticed that from their training sessions and from the incident with Rumble in Science that when she saw him in action it got to her.
When those thoughts came back, Aideen reached for the Mead and took a long sip, crossing her legs and looking over at Billy. "You're going to be telling tall tales of me all night Billy?" she asked coolly and smirked at him as her eyes moved to the two stubs of fingers that were once whole until that night he met her. Fresh from six months of hardcore, ruthless Mossad training, Aideen was more on the edge as ever and took any step too close to her to be a threat. In came in Billy, excited as always to meet someone new allowed in the lounge and went right up to hug her. In the blink of an eye, Aideen took out her knife and sliced through two of his fingers, making him howl in pain. The thing about Billy though, he never took it to offence or held it against her, or let anyone else hold it against her.
"Like I said, I don't like to be touched." Aideen leaned over Logan, her hand briefly moving to his thigh for balance to grab a branch of grapes from her usual fresh fruit tray, that had a bowl of soy beans in center. The tray they brought for Logan was similar to the one that Tracy and Mason got, hot roast beef in gravy around a traditional mound of Irish mashed potatoes. "I been around Billy, here and there... chopping up some other guys fingers when they got too fresh and occasionally stopping for a beer," she said with a smirk, plucking a grape from the bunch and putting it in her mouth, focusing on anything she could to calm down her racing heart and cool her heated skin. "I decided to grace you all with a visit, and I brought some friends with me."
Feeling a gaze on them, her dark eyes searched around the room, glancing only at the torches on the wall to make the flames brighter and allowing more light for her to see. Some people looked a bit startled by the added light, but she kept her cool. "It's a pity that you all are so sentimental to keep the useless garbage around though," Aideen said seeing a familiar face across the room on the phone, glaring at her and flipping her hair over her shoulder. She stared right back, taking another sip of her drink and smirking at the red head across the room. "She looks thrilled to see me back," she commented watching the red head's eyes move between Aideen and Logan almost curiously. Aideen looked away shaking her head slight with a scoff under her breath. "Watch it Logan, she's a regular vulture," she said, catching the look Billy gave her and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I call them as I see them Billy, I'm not apologizing for that," Aideen said leaning over to grab the bowl of soybeans and bring it in front of her.
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Post by Wolverine on Jul 7, 2009 22:46:35 GMT -5
"Count 'em Bub....lemmie help ya in case ya can't count that high" Logan said holding up his hands and wiggling his fingers "... ten. Maybe ya just gotta learn how ta touch a girl."
He reached up a rough calloused hand wrapping his fingers around Ember's jawline softly, and pulled her lips around onto his own. Tasting the mix of mead and shine he made an 'mmmm' sound. "Nice, you taste great Angel Eyes." he said softly to her gazing deeply into her smoking hot, chocolate brown eyes.
Pulling away slightly he didn't look at the phalangically challenged fat man, but he said to him "See there Billy? So ya learn ta take notes with yer left hand yet?" He chuckled and winked at Aideen, never breaking eye contact with her as he insulted the friendly large fellow, hopefully making his point that he didn't need him giving out hugs to him or his 'Angel Eyed' girl either....and letting the clown pussy across the room know she should stay away from him if she knew what was good for her. He himself didn't mind the attention too much, but if she stared too long at him he knew she'd somehow 'accidentally' catch fire.
"Hmm, so how's the grub? Smells good..." he finally cocked an eye at Billy and said. "You eat this stuff Bill? You trust ol' Mohawk over there to not poison ya?" Wolverine knew it wasn't Billy that cooked, he could discern the smell of the chef and matched the scent to the pierced and mohawked goon across the room. "Let's give it a try huh?" he finished his first beer and reached over to place his empty far out away so the nearly topless girl wouldn't get a tit full of wet bar-top all over her grabbing it, and he slid the tray of steaming hot meat closer. Taking a long sniff he concluded it was not laced with anything, not so much for himself but for the kids and for Aideen's sake as well...if they slipped something into the meat then they mighta dosed the fruit too..nah seems clear. Nearly popping a claw to skewer it he held back, a slight glimmer of a grin shining on his face as he realized he had been holding himself back for too long.
Too much time with children, not enough time for grown people activities...this weekend is really the best thing I coulda done for myself. Pulling some charred flesh from the bone he tasted it. It was worth the ride, he decided as he tucked in. Then turning to place his back against the bar he looked around the room checking the stances of the gathered group, and noting weapon placement and handedness of the individuals. Boston was not a soft place, it was historically a place of defiance...tea parties, and massacres for rights and freedoms- he saw the faces of the fallen, from a revolution that changed the world, reflected back in the proud defiant grimaces of the men and women...descendants they... assembled there before him and he was at peace. At peace with the fact that he was among like minded folk, and at peace with the knowledge that he could take any of them and clean their clocks.
"So what the hell do ya all do round here for fun, sides drink cheap swill and burn bad flesh? I hear squealing tires and I smell burning rubber...whatcha kiddies got...?... go carts??" He was trying them all, testing to see who was proud... who was a punk...and who Mason could make 'Bank' off of. He sucked his teeth as he swallowed the mouthful and reached for his beer.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 8, 2009 13:37:06 GMT -5
In the backroom...Adjusting a long thick chain on the side, Stones gave the man a hard look while watching him scream. "I told ya that ya can do your business here Arnie, but ya had to break the rules eh? Did I not show ya the first day ya came here what happens when a bloke when he ignores me rules?" he said in a calm voice as he pulled the chain again, making the man give a loud tortured scream. "YES! YOU DID YOU DID! I'M SORRY- AAaahhhHHOOOOOoowwW" the man screamed when Stones turned on the electricity on the device he was hooked up to, sending painful shocks to all parts of the body that were hooked to the machine. As the shocks went on, Stones looked over at his little sister Julie, causally lighting up a cigarette as the man's tortured screams filled the air. "They jus' never learn ey Jewels? And they all be bloody stupid to think that we won't find out they stealin' money and bringin' in folks we didn' approve. Perhaps our warnings should be more clear from now on," he contemplated out loud as the screams continued. "Bloody feckers they all are," was the only thing Julie muttered as she lit up a cigarette of her own. Julie had caught the man in question stealing money from the Church box that they had in the main lobby. Every month, Stones donated whatever was in that box to the Old South Church. Despite the business him and his crew ran, they were all very devout Catholics and attended Mass every Sunday. The Church Box was full by the end of each month, and for someone to steal from that box was unforgivable to all of them and worthy of a long, long 'talk.' Murphy stood by and was having his fun playing with the machine, making wires attached to different parts of Arnie jerk in one direction to another while scream after scream filled the air. Stones laughed under his breath and let out a cloud of smoke. "Murph, ya make sure this heathen thief learns his lesson. Ya got ta wait a little between hits though, otherwise he'll get numb ta the pain," he called over as he put his arm around his sister to leave. Murphy nodded and stopped the machines function to give the guy a rest before he started again. After all, for anyone that tried to double cross or pull a fast one on the Clan where in over their heads... "Let's go Jewels, Aideen be back, and she brought some friends ta make nice with. Ya just make sure ya make them welcome, an' I don' know where Cliona be but keep an eye out for her," he said taking a long drag of his cigarette as he came into the main lounge. He knew he missed something, because he saw some of his drivers standing up with furious looks on their faces as they looked at Aideen's man Logan. "What the bloody f@k crawled up yer arses? Ya lookin' like someone insulted yer mum," Stones said before breaking away from Julie to head over to the bar.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 8, 2009 14:11:39 GMT -5
A tall well-built blonde female stepped into the lounge through the door that lead to the back door, dressed in black leather with a cutlass hanging by her hip. Hmph, they just never do learn. Pity really, I was beginning to think Arnie in there was actually a decent lad. But that's when rule number 4 comes in handy: trust no'ne. Bloody feckers. She walked closer to the guests, her eyes fixed on the brunette beauty, who was still as exotic as Jules could remember. She took a seat opposite them, givig Billy a nod of her head as a greeting. She put out her cigerette in the ash tray besides her. She kept her smirk steady for a moment longer, before she let it break into a small smile. Make 'em welcome eh? That aint too hard. "Aideen me lass!" Her voice was heavily accented. Anyone could make out she hailed from Ireland. "Haven't seen ye in zonks! Where have ye been? Must say, when ye left I thought ye couldn't look any better - but here ye are, looking sexier than ever eh?" Juliette relaxed back into the seat, scanning the guests Aideen had got along with her. She tried to remind herself that if they were maties with Aideen that they weren't enemies, but being the person she was, letting her guard down wasn't all that easy. Her eyes paused on a dark haired male, who was seated besides a fair-haired female. My my, isn't he a feast to the eyes. " Seems ye've got some maties along too! I heard about the fight ye just had - pity I wasn't there to see it, gotta say - haven't seen anyone fight as well as ye fer a looong time. And from what I heard - yer maties aren't too far behind yeh either eh?" Juliette's smirk replaced her smile again and she nodded her head again- this time as a gesture of greeting to all of them. "Name's Jules." she scanned them all once more, letting her eyes linger on the dark-haired lad for a little longer. She winked at him, and then looked back at Aideen. "So tell me, me lass - where have ye been? I missed yeh - i'll tell ye that. How come ye suddenly desicide to visit us again - eh? Missed me too?" Jules winked at Aideen too, before her tone turned slightly more teasing. "And tell me this too, where did ye find these smokin' lads?" Her eyes wandered over towards the dark haired male again, " That one there is sure a feast to the eyes i'll tell yeh that." Her eyes twinkled slightly. Julie wasn't one to not show appreciation when needed, and the maties Aideen had bought along were sure something to look at. Also, Julie knew that if these people were with Aideen, they weren't the usual crowd. They probably weren't wastin' their lives away like half the people they got here in the club. She's always had class, this one. Jules looked away from the guests, her eyes searching for Cliona, but instead what she saw was a couple of men standing up red in the face, staring at the other lad sat besides Aideen. "What the feck are y'all staring at?!"
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 8, 2009 17:09:29 GMT -5
Though there were several people that stood at the insult of having their skills be belittled in such a manner. A couple were red in the face from the insults, but most know Aideen and knew what she was capable of, along with feeling uneasy at the way the man she was with held himself. They were all long time members in this place and were wise enough to know how to read people and who to pick their fights with. Of course, there are always those couple of people that were still pretty green in the game and came too recently to know how Aideen was or how to read people. With the others standing up, one in particular was cocky enough to stand up and give the guy that was sitting next to the gorgeous bombshell of a girl a piece of his mind. The guy in question was Johnny DiSano, a 'Black Irish' in the bunch, meaning he was half Sicilian and half Irish. He came into the game only a year before, still not experienced enough to how to pick his battles. In his early 20s, he was as cocky as ever and thought himself unbeatable. He was also one of the best racers there, and would not let anyone insult his sport. "What the hell do ya drive? A power scooter?" Johnny said throwing his cigarette in the ashtray. His brown eyes moved to the hot little thing sitting next to the man, looking at the long luscious legs encased in the leather like a second skin before his eyes flew to the gold chains adorning her hips and leading under the waistband of her pants. A big smirk came on his face, and the second that Billy, who had been incredibly entertained this entire time, saw it he knew where this would head. The lad had just come in and didn't see any claims staked, but surely this would be a repeat of old times. Johnny smirked at the brunette, not catching the looks that Stones and Julie threw him. "You wanna see me ride Sugar? I'll be looking for you in the crowd," he said with a suave wink. Stones glared darkly at the young lad, taking a long sip of his beer. There were a lot of new faces since Aideen left, but there were still more of the old crowd that knew to stay away from her. Unfortunately, the rules that came with Aideen didn't apply to her pretty friend. Daog had his eye on her from the moment he saw her. Even now, across the room with one of the barmaids dancing for him, his eyes were fixated on the pretty petite blonde. In many ways, Stones and Billy spoiled the Clan, giving them just about anything they asked for: women, money, possessions. They did what they could to keep them from getting too greedy, but some things were harder to hold back than others. Billy slid a $50 bill to Jules and grinned at her. "I put 50 that she humiliate him till the bloke looks like he goin' ta cry," he said with a wink to her. He took a swig of his whiskey to watch what would happen and kept his eyes on the other lads as well. Some had sat down that stood up before, but the few that were still quite green remained standing and tried their best to look fierce. Billy only chuckled under his breath. Aideen did not pick a pansy of a man, and these rookies were in for a nasty surprise.
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Post by Ember on Jul 9, 2009 1:13:05 GMT -5
Elegantly raising an eyebrow in amusement, Aideen exchanged a look with Jules and shook her head with a smirk forming on her lips. It entertained her immensely when Logan bated people, or even when she did that herself. Both of them seemed to have a knack for pissing people off, and it was just so much fun to do. Aideen was sitting on with her side leaning against the bar now and eating grapes from the branch delicately, setting them down as she watched the hot headed rookies mouth off and keep their egos boosted by acting as the big man and willing to take on anything without measuring their odds.
Making it look as if she just happened to look in the direction of the hotheaded boy and noticed him standing there. Her dark eyes looked him up and down with a bored look on her face. "A rookie huh?" Aideen said with glance at Stones and that back at the guy. "I almost forgot how naive and cocky they were." She scoffed a bit under her breath and placed another grape in her mouth, rolling it around in her mouth to squeeze the juices out, completely for show and more to add to her amusement by the hot headed guy staring at her.
Sliding off her stool, Aideen made it blatantly obvious that her eyes went right to front of the guy's pants and she raised both her eyes and looked up at him with a mocking look of disappointment. "I don't really think you have the kind of 'ride' that would interest me," she said with a shake of her head, her hand skimming up Logan's muscled arm. "I like them bigger rides that know what they're doing. Get it 'Sugar'?" Not even looking at the guy, she leaned for to press her lips heatedly against Logan's, smirking against them. She reached over him and plucked one of the Cuban cigars sticking out of Stones' jacket pocket. She pulled back and held up the cigar between her middle and index fingers with a smirk on her face, winking at him as she twirled it between her fingers temptingly. "Need a light?"
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jul 9, 2009 17:17:37 GMT -5
Mason set his finished plate down and watched with amusement the whole throw down going on. It was always amusing to watch punks try and act like the big man and then get shot down. There was a sucker on every corner and Mason could think of nothing more fun than to expose the rookies and watch them make idiots of themselves. He knew it wasn't just him since everyone else seemed just as amused, since everyone at the bar looked like they were getting a kick out of it.
His eyes passed over the leather outfitted blonde that gave him the eyes to look at Aideen and Logan, both looking amused beyond belief. He still wasn't used to seeing the two of them together, and really it still struck to be just well shocking. It was almost ironic actually, the girl that every guy in school would most likely cut their arm off for a chance with and the man who was so hardened by life that he gave up on all the good times. Mason had been there since he was thirteen, and he'd never seen his favorite teacher look as content and happy as he did then. He'd never even imagined seeing Aideen the way she was now either: playful almost and happy. The same girl who tensed when someone got too close to her was freely touching and teasing the same guy that was ready to murder Kelly Burns for turning his cigar into a snickers. It would take a bit of getting used to on Mason's part, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't happy for them.
Leaning over to kiss Tracy lightly on the lips, he stood up and walked in front of the red faced punk that looked ready to deck Aideen with the laughing that her little stunt caused. "If you wanna talk the talk buddy, why don't ya put your money where your mouth is," Mason said with a serious and hard look on his face. "Tell you what, I'll even let you name the stakes, we can go as high as you want and you can choose which roads we take and uh where the pit stops are and stuff," he said without changing his tone. He knew guys like this, he used to hustle them all the time back in Detroit and all they needed was to think they knew more than him.
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Post by Wolverine on Jul 10, 2009 0:13:37 GMT -5
"Yeah Angel Eyes, I could use a light." He winked at her as he wrapped his lips and teeth around the cigar she held crunching down into it slightly and rolling it between his teeth as he moistened it. He bit down on the end then lopped it off, chewing it into a nice moist plug he let the juice burn around the inside of his mouth before he tucked it into the side of his jaw. "Fine stogies ya got Stones...Cubans, they'll do nicely." Logan said out of the corner of his mouth as Aideen grabbed him a light. Tugging on the cigar with his lungs as he rolled it around, passing the end of it over the flame at the tip of the wooden match, he looked at his girl in the closeness of the flickering, fluttering light. Content that it was heated and lit like an expensive tobacco furnace, he took it from his lips and reaching a strong hand up to take Aideen's, blowing out the match. "That's good lady, thanks." His eyes moved from her wrist where he still held her firmly,to her lips and then to her eyes. The inward smile he had growing larger with each moment and soon enough it would be evident on his face as the slightest of smirk. He liked to hold it in when he was in mixed company, but his joy at being there with her was easily spotted by the two Corsairs and Ember as well. Ever alert to his surroundings, yet giving no one the satisfaction...save for his young love...of even looking at them. The laughter was still rolling around at the way the rookie had been put in his place. Mason's challenge had been thrown out like a gauntlet cast down, the decision to pick it up would rest on the young loudmouth's shoulders and gnaw at his ego. A voice in the dark, drunk, and playfully taunting said "Ha! Johnny-boy, these here lot got you made out a fool! Oh, oh HAHaahahaa!" the voice fell to laughter again for but a moment before old Johnny launched himself into the shadows and emerging into an illuminated area near a torch everyone saw the show. Seeing it go down Logan shook his head, "Kid! Why don'tcha quit Kung Fu'ing that fella's throat and show us all how much of a hard ass ya are. My guy here just didja a favor, made ya a goddamn star...he just gave you a chance to up yer rep. And whatcha gonna do but go ape shit on the one guy ya think you can take...prob'ly cause he's got a drink or two too many in 'im. You gonna be a punk yer whole life? Step up 'me boy-o' and be a man." Logan threw in a bad Irish accent at the end of his speech, just for some flavor, and to drive the point home. He wanted Mason to have his bit of sport and he thought it great fun to add a dash of lemon juice to the proverbial paper cut.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 10, 2009 14:11:59 GMT -5
Billy laughed loudly, banging his fist on the table while he happily collected the fifty from Jules. "Oh I did bloody miss this. Tis be like ol' times when all them green blokes sass the wee minx there and she uses that tongue o' hers to slice them to bits. 'Cept now she with a bloke who gets as much a kick outta it as she does. That be a deadly pair right there," he said still bellowing with laughter and downed the rest of his Guinness. He took a great pleasure in watching the Greens get a bit of seasoning to them, and it was a nice change to see a lass completely reject advances of the cocky young men.
Meanwhile, Johnny's shook in anger and still red in the face in humiliation before he threw the guy down on the floor and straightened up, squaring his shoulders and turning to the guy that offered the race. He wasn't going to let that guy who probably paid for the hot number on his arm for the night make a fool of him. "Hope she's worth yer money," he said looking over at Aideen and Logan with a bitter look on his face and then back at Mason. Johnny was a good racer, started not that long ago but he was fast and risky. When he realized the 'pit stop' statement though, his cockiness returning and the smirk back on his face. If he couldn't get the hot little thing in leather, than he could at least make some easy money. "Heh, pit stops huh? Sure yea tell you what, I'm a big risk taker, say we up the stakes to, oh I be thinking, 6 grand? Ya good for that aren't ya?" Johnny said with a big smirk as he shook the guy's hand.
As Mason was busy with the deal, Daog got up from his seat across the room. Taking a beer from a tray, he weaved through the crowd silently before showing right next to Tracy. He looked her over with a slight smile, admiring her fine bone structure to the innocence that radiated off of her. He was in his early 40s, but he always liked his women young with a supple figure. With a snap of his fingers, a barmaid came over with a tray of desserts, chocolate dipped oranges and strawberries with assorted little pastry puffs. "Women as sweet an' lovely as yerself should keep their sweetness," he said to her picking up a long stemmed chocolate dipped strawberry, twirling the stem in his hand. "Ta still retain that sweetness at yer age is a rare an' a treat. Just like this 'ere," Daog said still twirling the strawberry. "Tis temptin', isn't it love?" he said looking at her the entire time.
Stones looked on at the exchange, smoking his cigarette and ignoring the way Aideen was with her new guy. He didn't like it, none of it at all. He didn't like how they acted together, how she had no problem staking her claims on him, something she never did when she was with Stones. He didn't like that she lit his cigar for him and most of all he didn't like how the guy touched her and she looked completely fine with it. It planted a deep seed of jealously, and his pride was the only thing that kept him from saying anything. It was also what kept him from telling Daog to behave himself. Stones put out the cigarette and lit up another one. "CLIONA! Get off the bloody phone an' do yer job. We got stakes goin' down an' that be yer area," he yelled and downed the rest of his beer, fist clenched and forcing his eyes away from his old flame.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 10, 2009 16:14:08 GMT -5
"Sod off ya bastard," yelled back the hotheaded redhead. A thick but audible Irish brogue emerged from her lips. "I am f*cking doin' me job. It's about time ya did yers an shet up!!" Whenever Cliona was on the phone, it always had to do with business. In this case, she was making sure her recent shipment of AKs came in from Ireland. Thanks to being related to an IRA member, Cliona was able to give the hook up to Stones and Stones was able to give the hook up to the rest of the world; well Boston anyway. It was good money, quick and easy. She snapped her phone closed and nodded to him, clarifying that the deal was done. "The usual," she concluded knowing that Stones understood the code-speak needed in their type of "business". She then got up and snatched the money from Johnny before she looked around the room. "Any other takers?" She threw her favorite leather jacket to one of Stones' guys, giving him a "don't you dare ruin it" look. Plus all of Stones' guys knew that even though Cliona was only 5'4, she was all muscle and definitely not a chick to mess with. She was smart both in the streets and books. She was in charge of deals, bets, money, basically everything that came in and out of "The Factory". Plus she was Stones' girl and everyone knew that. Unfortunately since Aideen and her "gang" came in, Cliona had been watching them with an angry eye. The two had a history, as did everyone else who attended Stones' place. But Cliona couldn't stand the girl at all. She wasn't one of them, she wasn't Irish, period. But thanks to Stones having a soft spot, Cliona learned to cope by simply badgering the girl whenever it would make her feel better. Cliona didn't like the history Aideen and her guy had, it definitely made her jealous and angry. "Well well Aideen," she said with bitterness. "Looks like after three years ya still 'aven't lost yer touch to startin' trouble." She sucked on her teeth and grabbed a pen from behind her ear. Taking down current bet on her notepad from her back pocket, Cliona stayed attentive as she always was with business. Aideen being here was not something the Boston native was content about. However she would make due for most of it. "But I get money out of it," she said in a fake angelic voice.
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jul 12, 2009 23:18:58 GMT -5
With a smile at the way her friends were playing everyone in the room and with great concern over what was going on in the back room as well, that she kept hidden as best she could, Tracy rolled forward and back in her seat with excitement over Mason getting to do what he came here to do. It was his heart she concerned her focus with most and when she felt his happiness at the wager and the exhilaration at getting a chance to use the car he and TuneUp had slaved over she clapped her hands a few times as she giggled.
Then as if a raincloud moved in to hover over a picnic, she felt the approach of a gentleman who was neither gentle nor a man. He was rough and thug-like from his outward appearance, and his heart showed him to be a true beast. He was the type who knew what he wanted and no meant nothing to him. His slick little gesture of sweets for this sweetie is only a ruse...I feel his lust, just what we need right now. I really don't want to mess things up for Mason so I'll play nice. Hey like I know any other way?
"Oh my yes, that looks lovely." Did he just call me old? She smiled up at Daog. "I really shouldn't though, a girl's gotta watch...you know, their figure? Can't have too many sweets, so I will definitely have to say no to the temptation." And no to you old man, please get the hint. She folded her hands in her lap as she crossed her legs the other way turning ever so slightly away from him as she did to make her point clearer.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jul 13, 2009 17:50:03 GMT -5
It took a lot of will power for Mason to not knock this Johnny guy's teeth out for what he implied about Aideen, but he held back. He would scam some money from this punk and humiliate him on the track. Besides, after the talk he had with Mato the other night, he was going to take an example from the wise Shaman and respect Aideen by letting her handle her own business. He was nothing more than a friend, and he knew she could take care of herself. "I don't got 6 gs on me, I only got 3 gs," he said reaching on the inside of his jacket and bringing out a large wad of hundreds and twenties.
Mason's gaze went over to Tracy, narrowing slightly at the way that guy Daog was looking at his girl. Be cool man, Tracy can handle herself for awhile. If that guy lays a single finger on her, all bets are off,he said in his head with a slight growl and looked back at the red head that had been glaring daggers at Aideen earlier. "Best I could do for now, so it's gotta be that," he said holding the money in his hand and giving the girl the option to take it or renegotiate the deal. "When's the race then?" Mason's even tone was directed to the girl, because if he looked at Johnny after watching one of the high rollers sweet talk his girl, he would probably give into the original urge he had to punch this punk in the face.
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Post by Ember on Jul 13, 2009 20:02:21 GMT -5
"Hold on," Aideen said, removing herself from Logan's side. She reached down to pull back the strap of her motorcycle boot and took out a large wad of cash. Counting the bills till she had the right amount, Aideen placed the rest of the cash back in her boot and walked over to place the wad of cash in Mason's hand. "Now he's got the full six. Make the deal," she said giving him a slight smirk. "Put him in his place, I know you'll pay me back," Aideen whispered in his ear, watching as Cliona took the money.
The Fire Crotch with the smug smile on her painted face did nothing more than amuse Aideen. Since James brought her there, the older girl never liked her. The animosity escalated when Stones took an interest in Aideen. It was entertaining how jealous Cliona was of her, telling Stones for a long time that Aideen shouldn't be there, was too young, would only bring trouble, and everything else she could think of until Stones told her to shut up. Meanwhile Aideen couldn't give a damn what she had to say. When Cliona took it upon herself to take her meaningless threats further, she was met with a sai to her throat and face smashed into a wall. It took Stones, Billy and James to talk her down. Now though, Aideen really couldn't care less. Whatever went on with her and Stones was done, and there was only one guy had her attention.
"Three years later, and you're still Stones little puppet. At least now with me gone, you hopefully get more than a couple of bucks and a pat on the head," she said with a smirk, ignoring the glare from the Johnny kid. Aideen gave into the urge to twist the knife a little deeper. Niki is rubbing off on me too much. "Does he still like it when you touch those long scars on his chest? He likes that you know, that's why he forgave me for giving them to him in the first place." Aideen bit her lip at the look on Cliona's face to hold back a grin. "Don't worry, I traded up, and this time you have no shot at getting leftovers," she said with a pointed look in her eyes before glancing casually at the Johnny kid.
"See I can't be seen with punks that only got a single fair hair on their chest. That means that no matter how much money you have, you wouldn't even make my line of vision." The smirk left her lips and she learned forward a bit. "You gotta watch that mouth of yours little boy, cause you might just say the wrong thing to the wrong person... and I promise that you'll get much worse than a spanking," Aideen said looking at him for a moment longer before turning to leave, hips swishing slightly as she made her way back to Logan, smirking at him when she met his eyes.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 13, 2009 21:40:54 GMT -5
Johnny didn't give Cliona a chance to say anything, his hot headed personality coming out full blast. He prided himself on his swagger, his points with the ladies who were very welcoming for the hot new racer, and his attitude for not taking shit from anyone. He didn't know who the hell this girl was, coming in here and making him look like a fool. "Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?" he said pushing past Cliona to glare at the exotic dark haired beauty.
"You think you can just talk to me like you're someone of importance? Go back to your John and learn your place you god damn slag. I wouldn't waist a dime on a cold bitch like ya," he said with a glare before looking back to Cliona. He said what he wanted to say and it felt good to put a bitch back in her place again. No one made a joke or threatened Johnny DiSano. "Make the bloody deal Cliona, and we'll go after whoever is last," Johnny said and lit up a cigarette.
Through all this, Daog watched with little interest before turning his attention to the beauty before him. He admired the pale blonde hair that looked almost white in this light and the fair skin with lovely pink lips, and of course the luminescent lovely blue eyes. A classic beauty, and one that very much appealed to the taste of one of the Clan's main leaders. "A beauty such as you me dear can afford an extra sweet or two. Ya are as lovely as the fairest o' princesses ya hear about in stories, an' ya should be treated as such." Daog snapped his fingers in the air and Conway, the same man who cooked their food, came over with a bottle of 1958 Yquem Sauternes, a savory and rare wine that was a favorite of the Clans. Stones, Billy and Daog kept a vast and rare collection of wine and whiskey, dedicated a whole cellar of the factory to their hobby. There were guests, and Daog saw it as a perfect opportunity to indulge in their more rare wine.
"Very nice choice lad," he complimented as he opened the bottle and poured them in the two glasses. "This wine lass, is called Yquem Sauternes, a favorite o' mine. Tis pleasant ta the tongue, a taste of vanilla and peaches. Goes perfect with the pastries on the tray. Yer a guest lass, it's a special occasion and enjoy it," he said taking a sip of his own glass and swishing the wine in his mouth before swallowing. "Mmm now that hits the spot."
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