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Post by Wolfe on Aug 29, 2017 21:06:14 GMT
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✉ notes: OPEN I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control A delicate balance had been discovered since Wolfe’s first time working at Obsidian, between what was considered an acceptable retaliation to unruly or unwanted patrons, and what was not. Generally speaking, breaking club property was at the top of the list of things he should avoid doing, followed by driving off potential customers and drawing unwanted legal attention. Each lesson had been hard, but learned relatively quickly after the first time. Second chances were a rare thing with the Diacha sisters, after all.
However, having learned these lessons well by now, Wolfe felt fairly safe in determining for himself how best to deal with the unruly and unwanted, and this evening had presented him with a prime example of both. Although he had been a relatively tame presence while sober, one of the people sidled up to the bar had quickly become a nuisance after drinking far more than his fill, harassing other customers along with the cyborg himself, who at the moment was on bartending duty with one of the other employees.
After having a glass thrown at his head following a third attempt to order the man to calm down, Wolfe decided he’d both had enough, and had sufficient grounds on which to act should either of his employers ask about the incident later.
Plucking the glass from the air, Wolfe set it aside to be cleaned shortly and approached the counter. As he did, he caught the eye of the bouncer standing watch over the nearest door, and gave a subtle nod. Returning the gesture, the bouncer opened the door and stood aside, waiting. Meanwhile, the cyborg assessed the bar, taking stock of the placement of other glasses and patrons around the unruly one, and judging angles.
By the time he reached the counter, he had his shot, and in one swift motion swung his leg over the bar to kick the man across the room. The stool previously beneath him clattered to the floor while his body landed in a heap outside, and while Wolfe moved to right the former, the bouncer stepped out to finish dealing with the latter. A brief, awkward silence had fallen among the patrons gathered at the bar, but throbbing music covered it, and soon enough usual chatter had resumed. Satisfied for the moment, the cyborg returned to his post behind the bar to fill the next order of drinks for those who remained. [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by Reina DeLioncourte on Sept 5, 2017 17:48:07 GMT
Reina was drunk. Okay, to be fair, she spent most of her days in a slightly intoxicated manner, either by alcohol or marijuana. Or both, which was the case now. Her usual graceful gait was marred by light tripping and stumbling but she caught herself on the few times the world decided to pull the proverbial rug out from under her. In those times she would take a moment to straighten up, brush imaginary dirt from the front of her shirt, and kept walking. Acting seemingly normal was a learned behavior when one spent enough of one’s time drunk and Reina was pro at it. That wasn’t to say she didn’t look for other new and more interesting places to drink more at, as the last place had kicked her out after her hand was found up one of the barmaid’s skirt. She’d been asked kindly to leave. The Obsidian was just as good a place as any, and Reina eyed it from the street before looking at the door. She quirked her lips and slid them from side to side before taking a single step towards the bar when the door opened, a body flying through and landing on the ground hard. The door promptly closed, leaving no one to tend to the bar patron who was now face down and knocked clean out. Ever the opportunist, Reina looked from side to side to see if anyone was looking before going to the unconscious man and plucking his wallet from his back pocket. She opened it up and plucked out the cash and cards. “Sorreh…” Reina squinted at the identification card, then pulled it back from bleary eyes. “John. If’n dat actually be’yer real name. John, pshaw. Nes’time, ye’shuld pick’ah more believable name. Serves ya’right, really. Cause, like, if’n ya look at’it, ah’m doin’ya ah solid, savvy?” Reina waited for a response, blinking a few times before looking back down at the man again. He was breathing, so he was alive. Well, if he wanted to be rude enough to not respond that was completely okay with her. She tossed the wallet and what remained of it back onto the body and sauntered into the bar, giving the bouncer a light nod and wink before going to the bar. She was casually dressed at the moment, as was her favored style of attire; loose fitting jeans that hugged her hips, white muscle shirt that showed her black sports bra underneath and, of course, her ever present combat boots. She’d taped her arms in their usual fashion, the confinement around them making her feel secure and safe, though only the gods knew why. She plopped down on a barstool and held up a finger to the barkeep. He was an interesting fellow, looking like an android on steroids…or something. Reina squinted mismatched eyes as he strode up, taking a little longer than usual to look the man up and down. “How’s it hangin’, Mr. Roboto?” Reina snerked out, her usual cocky half-smirk taking over her drunken countenance. “Why’duncha do meh’ah solid dere tall, dark an’ metal; give’meh ah tall glass’ah whatever kin make’ya look like ah pretty girl’ah kin take home. An’ afta dat…bring meh’sum more.”
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Post by Wolfe on Sept 6, 2017 19:20:59 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: Reina DeLioncourte ✎ notes: Whenever you get the chance, don't forget to claim this thread in the index ^^ Get dem dolla dolla bills I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control The bar remained as ‘quiet’ as it normally was, once the rowdy patron had been expelled, with people coming and going as they pleased, while a few remained staunchly in place, nursing their drinks or chattering amongst one another. Wolfe made his rounds diligently, filling orders when needed and keeping an eye on the rest of the club in between. No more troublemakers appeared, but on occasion new visitors appeared.
One in particular managed to catch and hold his attention as she approached the bar. Dun skinned, with mismatched eyes and fairly ordinary dress save for the bandages wrapped around her arms. Flickering images flashed in his mind’s eye unbidden. White bandages, covering knuckles and muscular forearms, stained by sweat, grime, and specks of blood. The same bandaged hands, curled into fists as they struck a stranger’s face, in the middle of a dim room ringed by people who shouted and jeered as—
The woman had arrived at the bar, and was speaking to him. ‘Mr. Roboto’ she called him, as Wolfe shook himself from his thoughts. Already, he had decided he didn’t like her, even before the rest of her demand was given, in a slur he couldn’t quite decide was just an accent or the result of heavy drinking. Looking at the redness of her eyes, and her sleepy countenance, it seemed entirely possible that it was a combination of both.
“Don’t call me that,” the cyborg replied first, green-lit visor staring down at the newcomer. A refill was requested a couple seats down, which he moved to provide before returning to the odd-eyed woman. “We don’t serve hallucinogens,” Wolfe informed her flatly, arms crossing over his chest. “You can pick a drink, though.” [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by Reina DeLioncourte on Sept 8, 2017 14:51:01 GMT
thievin' hearts finders keepers losers weepers Reina laughed heartily, one of the few genuine laughs she’s let out in a long while. She took a moment to compose herself, knowing that her laugh was actually quite loud and, always had been, when she’d really laughed, and didn’t simply mimic what a laugh sounded like so others could feel more comfortable with her around. But after a moment her laugh turned into chuckles, then tiny snickers before she slapped the her hand on the bar hard, causing a few patrons to jump at the noise.
“Yer’ah keepah, Chromey-Homie, ah like’ya. Somethin’ strong that’ll put hair on’mah chest, savvy?” Reina gave up a small wink to the bartender. “Ta’night, ah’m celebratin’.”
It seemed like it had been an eternity since she’d had a decent fight and it was something she was trying to rectify. She’d spent more than a few days looking for even a nibble of a hint that could lead her in the right direction, but as it stood her name carried weight, even this farm from Suraja. But rules were rules after all, and Reina still had to be vetted like anyone else would. It was how the underground fight scene survived, and the rules bent for no one. So, she needed to meet with a contact. Great, whatever. She’d talk all they wanted. All Reina wanted to do was scratch that itch that only her fights could scratch, and that itch was getting worse every day.
“Reina DeLioncourte?” the smooth voice from beside Reina asked. The dark skinned woman turned, not remembering or hearing anyone come sit beside her. “Church. I’m here to talk to you about the exciting job opportunity you’ve been looking for. The man named Church took the glass that was in front of him and took a sip before winking at Reina. “Nothing but water for me. Tell me…how did you earn the nickname ‘Snow Black’? Is it because of your skin color? I never understood.”
Reina eyed the man up and down, her mindscape piecing together many possibilities at once before the facts lit up like celebratory lights that people sometimes hung on the outside of their houses. Within moments after Church had stopped talking Reina could only let out one of those bemused chuckles, the ones you let out because the situation is so ludicrous that it entered the realm of humor. Church was tall, reaching seven foot but was lanky with little definition. Indeed if it wasn’t for the fact that he was so tall he might have seemed like anyone else on the streets, unremarkable in any way. The glasses he wore on top of his long, hawk like nose were unusual; one lens was round and one square, the framing seeming a little off but it balanced perfectly.
“Yer not’a fightah,” Reina stated, her eyebrow raising. “Thought’ah was gonna meet’ah fightah, a mate who’could tell me da ins’n’outs. Wass’yer business?”
“A middle man, my dear,” Church gave a small shrug. “You see, they say all you need to get in is an invitation. It’s a tactic, and a clever one at that. Most that come are cannon fodder, just punching bags that can take hits but never win. But those that go in with a sponsor...well. That’s how all franchise fighters start. And that’s where my employer comes in.” He leans in, getting just a bit too close for Reina’s liking but she made no move to tell him that. “Your fights are incredible, Reina. I’ve seen them, personally. Being scrap for the wolves isn’t something I foresee in your future.”
The dark skinned thief took a moment to think, ignoring the presence of Church or anyone else. Life had seemed a bit tenser since she’d arrived in Dagos, and Reina could only think it was because of her lack of a place to really let it all go. She remembered the advice Sasha gave her about traveling to other places and adapting to the customs of said place. ‘When in Suraja, do as the Surajians do,’ or some such thing. It made sense to her, and despite her displeasure at having to have a ‘middle man’ in her life, she was in Dagos, and she would do as they did. If anything else, she could learn more about how things were done so eventually she could do it herself.
“Aight Church,” Reina sniffed, looking at her empty drink and then back to the bartender. “Ain’t gonna argue. Ah’m new’ta Dagos, and if’n das’how dey beh doin’ tings den’ah guess ah’ll do it too.” Reina took a moment to look down at the glass in front of her and dragged her fingers along the top of it in contemplation. “Whatcha tink, Chromey? Ah trust ya, got decent taste in drink.” Reina tilted her head to the side, indicating the man named Church next to her. “Wass’yer circuits tell ya ‘bout all’dis?”
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Post by Wolfe on Sept 8, 2017 19:56:14 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control Although his comment had been meant more as a sarcastic retort than a joke, that the odd-eyed woman took it as such was probably just as well. A second belligerent patron was not necessarily something he wanted to deal with so soon, anyway. As she made a clearer request— one he often heard from those intent on getting wasted— Wolfe nodded shortly and turned away to pick something from the bar’s selection of stronger drinks, adding over his shoulder, “My name is Wolfe. Use it.”
By the time he returned, wordlessly placing a full glass before her, the woman— Reina, apparently— had been joined by another, tall and lanky, who introduced himself as Church. The man himself was of little interest, as was the conversation he struck up with Reina, but Wolfe could catch most of what they were saying due to their close proximity.
Miss DeLioncourte was, it seemed, an underground fighter, while Church was a scout of sorts for some unknown employer seeking fighters. The conversation itself seemed like something one would want to keep a bit more private, but that wasn’t particularly his problem.
At least, it wasn’t until Reina attempted to draw him into it. Silently cursing the fact that the woman was almost worse than Kat when it came to throwing around idiotic nicknames, Wolfe moved to clean a recently-vacated spot at the bar while he responded.
“I think you need to decide how much you want to be owned,” he answered, keeping his ‘eyes’ on the work in front of him, while knowledge of unknown origin floated in pieces to the surface of his memory. “A sponsor may be useful, but taking one will put you under their bidding. Doubt most would be overly kind if you decide you don’t want to listen.” Glasses clinked together as he moved them away to be washed. “They could also take a good portion of your winnings. Might give you better connections, though. And some protection if you need it.” Another order was made and filled. “But you can do fine on your own, if your reputation is as good as this one says. And if you know how not to get killed if you piss the wrong people off.” [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by Reina DeLioncourte on Sept 8, 2017 20:37:12 GMT
thievin' hearts finders keepers losers weepers When Wolfe had finished with his piece, Reina looked back to Church expectantly.
He was right, of course, an all ends. It was a deal that Reina had been offered before from various people, but they’d hyped up the offer to no end. Of course they’d want their end to shine in a better light, right? But Wolfe played the devil on her shoulder, or angel depending on how you looked at it, and his voice played over Church’s. The idea of being owned bothered Reina a great deal, though she knew it wasn’t how it was going to be played. ‘Indentured servitude’, they’d call it. The one with the money puts so much into you that the very thought of leaving became impossible; They’d simply not give you a cut of the promised cash bag, citing all the extra money they had to take because of their fighter’s ‘expenses’.
“True, on all fronts,” Church replied, and Reina actually looked surprised. To find a middle man, the one who benefited most when both parties agreed, that was willing to bare the god’s honest truth was rare. “However, if I may Reina? You are not in Suraja anymore. How you fought there was impressive to be sure, but what was there is not what is here. You might as well have stepped into a whole other world.”
Also true, damn it. Reina scoffed as she finished off her current cigarette and pulled out another. She put the pack back into her pocket even as it looked like Church was going to ask for one but the look Reina gave stopped him. Moments turned into minutes before Reina turned to Church and shook her head. The man looked a tad disappointed, though he took it well enough. He left his drink there as he stood up and bowed, then turned on his heel and walked out of the bar with an air of anger.
“Dumb son’bitch,” Reina growled. “Guess ah gots’ta start’ova now. Ugh.” Reina tapped the bar to get Wolfe’s attention and then pointed at her empty glass. “Glass’s empty, rookie,” she winked. “Mommy’s thirsty, keep’em comin’. I’ll let’cha tell me when’ah stop. Ah trust ya.”
The failure to obtain a sponsor bothered her, but it really bothered her that she couldn’t even get an invitation as one of the ‘cannon fodder’. Why? Because of her reputation. She knew that walking into Dagos but didn’t think it would play into her life this early. So, she was fucked because she couldn’t get a sponsor and Church would probably spread the truth of her being a stubborn ass, or she didn’t fight because she was ‘too good’ at fighting in the first place. She’d faced some of the chumps that they’d let in without sponsors. These guys were huge mountain men, all appearance and no substance in the ring at all. Fighting wasn’t just about throwing punches and kicks and those that knew that would actually make it past the first round. The only reason those burly idiots would last longer than one round was because Reina felt she was obligated to show the fans a good show.
“Puh,” Reina let out, slamming a fist on the table in frustration. She turned and apologized too all the conversationalists that went silent at the sudden noise before turning back to her newly refilled drink. “Yer’ah saint dere Chromey.” A beat. “Dun suppose ya know’ah anyone dat wants’ah fightah in dere pockets’, do ya? Dis here ladeh needs’ah gods damned break. Suppose’it’ll beh fun tryin’ta find one dat’wun make meh a’slave. Who owns dis’here fine establishment? Betcha he’d offa’meh ah sponsahship.”
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Post by Wolfe on Sept 12, 2017 14:05:56 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] I can’t fight this feeling I’m out of control His piece said and done, Wolfe continued to go about his work for the night, filling and refilling drinks, and occasionally looking to check on the rest of the club, to ensure no trouble was being caused beyond the bar. Nothing. And while he could still hear what was being said between Reina and Church, he didn’t pay either of them much mind until the latter got up and left.
The cyborg stared after him for a moment before reaching to take Reina’s glass, speaking not a word as he filled it up once more. That the option to cut her off had been left willingly in his hands was a bit odd in his experience, but he made a silent note to determine how the woman was faring once she was done with her second glass. Given the state she’d appeared in, perhaps two was the limit for the night, but for now he would wait and see.
In the meantime, he found himself quietly unimpressed with the middleman’s approach to the failed deal. He’d hardly made a case for himself at all, and had readily given up after the first refusal, rather than attempting to argue the point further. If that was his usual tactic, it was a wonder the man hadn’t been fired long ago.
But that was neither here nor there at the moment. Turning sharply at the sudden noise behind him, his glowing sights settled once again on Reina while she asked after any connections of his own. “No,” he answered simply, moving to clear another abandoned seat at the bar. “I don’t think the owners are interested,” Wolfe added a moment later, shrugging slightly. The Diacha sisters had their hands in a lot of things, yes, but as far as he was aware underground fighting rings were not among them. Clarisse especially, he doubted had any interest in such things. Katreena, though, might be a bit more receptive… “Could ask.” [newclass=.ohlove]width:480px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #55eb44;background: #55eb44;][/newclass][googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Roboto][newclass=.lacking]width: 420px; height: 0px; background-color: rgba(40,40,40,0.4); overflow: hidden; -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all; [/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .lacking]width: 400px; height: 180px; padding: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ohlove:hover .eyes]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.eyes]background-color:#1f1f1f;opacity:.8;font-family:calibri; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase;color:#ffffff;padding:20px;margin-top:400px;width:360px; height: 140px; transition:1.5s; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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