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| A Triad visitor; RoxieeeEEE! GalanochiEEEeee! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 11 2007, 07:12 PM (47 Views) | |
| Jo | Nov 11 2007, 07:12 PM Post #1 |
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Worst One
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The scene opens up to an extreme close up of an old fashioned radio. One of those kind of radios with the dial setup. No FM or AM, just one local level. Slowly, the screen illuminates as Louis Armstrong starts to sig about a kiss to dream on. As the camera slowly begins to pan back, we're shown that this radio is actually a CD player made to look like a fifties style radio. Surprisingly enough, this CD player doesn't stand out above the rest of the antiques in the bar. Yep, an old fashioned bar overtakes the screen. Behind the counter, the bartender dressed in a white shirt, ribbon tie, and black apron, cleans a glass with a rag possibly awaiting to hear just what his only customer has to say. Roxie sits resting both arms on the bar with a near empty glass in front of her. Of course, judging by her expression either she's a lightweight or she's been here a while. She sits there almost frozen in place as the camera continues to pan backrevealing more of the dark and old bar. Suddenly, the music ends with a bit of a scratching noise. The silence continues until a new song continues. Truly they've gone all out with trying to make this place seem old fashioned. The closing of the song seems to be a wakening for Roxie as she grabs hold of her glass and takes a small drink before placing the glass down empty. The bartender takes quick notice of it and reaches behind him on the shelf, grabs a bottle of Dom Perignon '52 before turning around. Roxie pushes the glass forward with the back of her fingers inviting the bartender to refill it. The bartender fills the glass about a quarters worth before placing the bottle back up on the shelf. With the glass firmly in her fingers, Roxie swishes it around while eyeing the CD player. Although it doesn't seem like she's eyeing it more than she's just looking toward it. With a quick action, Roxie downs the drink and places the glass back down on the counter. After slapping down a few crumpled bills from her coat pocket, Roxie pushes herself away from the counter and walks toward the exit. The bartender takes hold of the bills and begins to unfold them watching as Roxie pushes her way through the door. Outside, Roxie rests a hand against the wall and uses the other to reach into her pocket. Suddenly, a hand comes before her holding onto a cigarette. Roxie looks up to find an oriental gentleman standing before her almost smiling. It's hard to see actually, but it's just a peculiar grin. Roxie removes her hand from the inside of her coat pocket. "Actually, I was adjusting my shirt." Roxie continues forward brushing past the Chinese man who places the cigarette back into his grey metal case. Clipping it closed, The man places it back into his inside coat pocket. Clearly not one to show any sign of defeat, the man walks in behind Roxie placing both hands behind his back forearm to forearm. "Miss. Galanoochie, you would be wise to halt your retreat of me." Roxie quickly stops and turns toward the man who, forseeing the haltage, turns toward Roxie. Roxie looks up at him in a sort of defiant stare for a moment. "Who says I'm retreating, Tao Lin?" [align=center]///Tao Lin; Treasurer, Blood Feather Triad\\\[/align] Tao Lin, a man who by appearances alone, gives the distinct impression of a man who is well off financially. Dressed in a black armani suit with matching tie and white shirt, his jet black hair is permed back with a pair of reflective sunglasses covering his eyes. Even though he is an aging individual, he still radiates a glow of youth. "So what would the treasurer of a Triad organization want with me? This couldn't be a social visit." "Far from it, Miss. Galanoochie." "Aw, that's a shame. Because all I do are social visits." Roxie is ready to turn and leave, but a warning from Tao Lin keeps her still. "It would be in our best interest that you stay. While I remain unarmed, I am currently aware of your injury. And even should you manage to escape my grasp, I'm sure the next step you take would be your final." A small popping noise is heard just by Roxie's feet. She looks down to find a small fragment of sidewalk twisting slightly in the air over the newly made hole. One thing quickly comes to her mind as she looks back toward the smiling Tao Lin; sniper. Fully realizing that there are no escapes for her, Roxie decides that it would indeed be best she stick around. "I'm glad that we have come to the same page, Miss. Galanoochie. Fear not what I have come to say, because as far as I'm concerned I approached you to divulge in a conversation." "About what?" "About your friends, Miss. Galanoochie." Rather quick to reply, Tao Lin uses that one term 'friends' rather loosely. "The Tanaka Zaibatsu. If you thought my superiors did not know of your arrangement with them then you are sorely mistaken. The next time you see them you should inform them that it would be unwise for the Yakuza to step into affairs that do not involve them." Such a threat, even from a treasurer, sounds dangerous as Roxie remains silent. Tao Lin adjusts his suit jacket before looking back up at Roxie. "As we hear it, you are involved with them this weekend, are you not?" Roxie just nods. "Good, then you have the opportunity you need to inform them. Farewell, Miss. Galanoochie." And just like that, Tao Lin takes both the conversation and his leave as he starts down the sidewalk in an almost dignified walk. Roxie remains behind wondering both how the Triads knew about goings on with herself and the Tanaka Zaibatsu, and at the same time wondering just what those dealings were. Not in a mood to really want to think about anything, Roxie turns and walks back toward the bar. |
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| Dai | Nov 13 2007, 10:15 PM Post #2 |
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Captain SPARKLE~!!!
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Meanwhile, in a completely different bar, on the other side of the world; a wirey, tattooed beatnik storms in through the staff entrance. The sleeves of his unnecessarily loud hawaiian style shirt are rolled up, displaying all manner of ink; he's missing a tooth,* and generally looks grizzled beyond his years. Up the back stairs he bounds, through the staff lounge over to the Manager's office, because for once the manager is in. This man's unnatural grey hair** and perpetual smile may be familiar to some. As well he should be, because he is the brother in law of one Daisuke Tanaka, who definately should be familiar to anyone reading this. Since taking the surname of Daishiro and Daisuke, Yukimura Tanaka has been spending less and less time in the managers office of the Seventh Gate, but he still appears before opening at least once per week. His smile brightens even further when he sees the man. "Hey, boss;" The smile drops a little when he hears that. No-one ever wants to tell him anything good when they call him 'boss.' "We've got news from New York." "Oh? Has Tony-san replied to my letter yet?" For clarifying purposes, this isn't Daisuke's letter to Roxie. This is a seperate letter, sent outlining some variety of 'business' dealings. "Sorry, boss, nothing yet. This is worse. The Blood Feathers have got in contact with the girl. We don't know what was said, but ya know it's not going to be anything good..." He spots a raised eyebrow from his boss, and clarifies. "You know, Daisuke-sama's girl. The one we went to meet the second time we visited that club." "Ahh, that girl. Well, we can't be having that, now can we? Dai-chan would never forgive me..." He sighs. "We never should have let Nao-chan go to Hong Kong... Those Blood Feathers just don't have a sense of humour, do they?" "It was their Chairman's youngest daughter that he..." "Yes, but we already gave them his little finger, what more can we do? Wait; didn't we give them a load of money as well? What was that for, if this is some kind of honour thing?" The flunkie is getting a little uncomfortable by now. "There were some other things as well..." is all he's prepared to offer. "Oh yeah, that dealer as well..." Adds Yukimura with a slightly pained look in his smile. "I told him to lay off the drugs. He just didn't listen..." There follows a decidedly uncomfortable pause as the two remember 'Nao-chan.' "Oh well, what's done is done. If they still want to get in our way after all we've done to try and smooth this over, then to hell with them. It's just too bad that this is getting too close to Dai-chan. "So what should we do?" "Hmm..." Yukimura pats the back of his head with a thoughtful noise. "We've got a few people out in California somewhere, haven't we? Send a few of them to watch out for the lot of them. Won't be for too long, since they tour over here soon enough. This Roxie girl may need some brave men to look after her while she's here though..." He trails off, tapping his head some more. "Take a letter, Aki "Dear Mr. Galanoochie; I am writing to you to extend your sister the hospitality of the Tanaka family for the duration of her upcoming stay in Japan..." Fade. [size0]* One of his canines. ** He used to dye his hair rather excessively in his youth. He finally let all the colour wash out before his wedding, only to find his hair was a steely grey. Daishiro Tanaka was not amused. |
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