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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 9, 2011 23:32:17 GMT -8
...MERRILY. “…I’m… fine.”The German couldn't help but smile to himself at the man's reactions. Clearly, he was a lady killer incognito, but his reaction towards men was priceless. Still, he let Vincent take his hand off his forehead, a small trail of cool water trickling down the left side of his nose."Alright. Gut. Kekekeke..." resisting the urge, lest he go too far for himself."Come, let's hurry, then."Summarily, the German plopped the cigarette back into his mouth (though still cradling it with his left hand) and would try to take Vincent's left hand in his right and began skipping down the alleyway (in spite of if Vincent joined him or not), all the way to the Liquor Store, where they would be met with awkward stares.
Promptly, the German would let go of the man's hand and open the door for the both of them. And provided Vincent stepped inside, the German would pocket both his hands and proceed to skip in.
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 9, 2011 23:49:40 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]IT JUST KEEPS HAPPENING[/shadow]
"Alright. Gut. Kekekeke..."
Vincent sighed heavily, letting his eyes close for a moment. The German seemed oblivious for the most part, which was harmless… just a bit of joking around and then they’d be serious men again, and the entire ‘predicament’ would be left in the dark, behind the curtain, where it belonged.
Vincent couldn’t stand people tugging at his curtains. Even if it was an accident.
Thank god that was over.
"Come, let's hurry, then."
And then—
“Unfettered” was tugging on his left hand, skipping merrily along, dragging a now blatantly horrified-looking Vincent along behind him. Only, Vincent wasn’t skipping. Vincent never skipped. It could be reasonably questioned if Vincent even knew how to skip at all. Too confused to do anything else, he half-ran half-trotted awkwardly behind the German, and the cigarette fell from his parted lips and onto the ground.
He winced.
When his hand was freed, it retreated to his side as if crippled. Vincent continued to walk briskly past “Unfettered”, through the door, right up to the counter if there was anyone there at all, to ask for a pack of cigarettes in a quiet, strained voice.
He felt naked. So much for the curtains.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 10, 2011 22:39:57 GMT -8
...So, Um, Anyways... They were greeted with the worst glares possible from the hoods and looks of concern from his own entourage. "Unfettered" strode right on in after Vincent, walking merrily past the other Black Hoods and into the backroom where Jazz was waiting for him.
The Hood behind the cashier threw a box of black cherry flavored cigarettes onto the cashier counter---a silent action of protest considering their entrance. However, a more sympathetic Hood walked up to the obviously pained man."...Uh... isyer boss some sorta faggot?"* * * * * * * * * * * * * A small lamp hung from above from a strained chord. "Unfettered" sat with both his arms and his legs crossed as he held out his left hand to look over the document. They had gone over the damn thing at least twelve times for cleaning up. "Green's" reports had come in... but given the amount of territory they secured, this was fine.The German looked up. He shrugged."Satisfactory."
OOC Notes: - "CROWS" HAVE ACQUIRED THE PROTECTORATE OF THE "BLACK HOODS."
THE FOLLOWING INHERENTLY BELONG TO "CROWS"
- THE BLACK HOODS RETAIN 17 MILES OF TERRITORY, INCLUDING THE TERRITORY BORDERING 259's SOUTHWEST.
- THE BLACK HOODS RETAIN THE "LIQUOR STORE" ACROSS FROM "THE COFFEE BEAN" AS A THEIR MAIN BASE OF OPERATIONS AND FUND THEIR EFFORTS THUS.
- BLACK HOODS HAS 14 NORMAL MEMBERS
- Black Hood Member
- Strength: 10
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 10
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 10
Special Gang Leader NPC
[/u][/size][/center] Jazz Willis Quick Summary:-New Leader Of The "Black Hoods" -Not Amazingly Good With Words -Mildly Illiterate -Retains Strong Respect Of Remaining Members -Wiser Then He Lets On -Currently Spurring On A Potential Turf War With Schism Gang "Red Fangs" Name: Jazz Willis Age: 23 Weight: 175 lbs Height: 6'9 Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Relationship: Figure Head, Puppet, Respect Personality: Jazz is a simple but practical man. He is strong, but not that strong. Unlike his leaders he knows where there is no hope and when to turn tail and run and surrender. However, he's still honor-bound by the oath he swore to the Black Hoods, and is relative diehard, though more liberal than a fanatic. Biography: Jazz was one of those that was kicked out of 259 just flunking too much. One of the many orphans to left to the streets of a rather police-free county, he soon fell in with the Hoods and joined up with them, proving to be a respectable member, benefiting slightly from his short stay in 259 with being slightly stronger than the average thug. Statistics:Strength: 12 Dexterity: 12 Constitution: 12 Intelligence: 12 Wisdom: 12 Charisma: 7 Items:Items | Placement | Item(s) | Head | Hat/Bandana | N/A | Torso | Jacket/Coat | N/A | Arms | Gloves | N/A | Legs | Belt | N/A | Misc |
Experience Gains/Citation:N/A [/li][li]THE "RED FANGS" (A SPLIT-OFF OF THE "BLACK HOODS") HAS FORMED IN THE REMAINING EIGHT MILE TERRITORY THAT TECHNICALLY BELONGS TO THE "BLACK HOODS" [/li][li]THE "RED FANGS" POSSESS 10 MEMBERS - Red Fang Member
- Strength: 10
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 10
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 10
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 11, 2011 19:54:12 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Roadkill[/shadow]
Not only did all of that just happen in front of everyone, but now everyone was staring at him. Through him. The silent stares and graceless glowers were an oppressive humidity and Vincent sweltered like a kid being viciously laughed at by an entire classroom. A small trickle of sweat made its way uncouthly across his scalp and down the back of his neck. Another one appeared on his brow, and another, and another…
"...Uh... isyer boss some sorta faggot?"
…The room fell into abominable silence. All eyes were on Vincent, who resembled a deer frozen in the headlights of a rapidly approaching truck. They were waiting for him to say yes.
“…Huh?
…Uh…
…I don’t… Uhm.
…
…It’s really hot in here.”
—BAM, SPLAT. Deer guts all over the road and disembodied antlers wedged firmly into the grill of the truck as it speeds merrily away, Lynyrd Skynyrd blasting dreadfully out the window—
Quickly, Vincent swiped the pack of cigarettes off the counter and replaced it with a ten-dollar bill.
“…Keepthechange.”
The last bit would be muttered after he was already leaving, walking anxiously toward the door as one would flee a crowd of lumbering drunks, obviously desperate to escape the overbearing awkwardness of such a social situation. After the door clinked quietly shut behind him, the crowd remained wordless for a few moments.
Outside, Vincent hid against the brick wall, just far enough away from the windows. He tugged with absurd discomfort at the back of his collar, trying to let the air in—but it was summer in Long Beach, and the air outside was up to par with the calefaction on the inside. There was no escaping it. He couldn’t leave, either, because the German with the questionable sexuality was still in there withholding information about the sister Vincent hadn’t seen in over ten years.
He let go of his collar and collapsed uncomfortably against the wall. Suffering. He looked down at the pack of cigarettes he held in his sweating palm, regarding it with feverish curiosity. He’d never had these before, but at this point it didn’t matter. Nicotine was nicotine.
The number of cigarettes remaining in the pack when “Unfettered” emerged from the liquor store would correlate to the amount of time it took for the negotiations to be complete, of course. There was no kicking the habit with this one.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 21, 2011 15:40:02 GMT -8
Forty-Seven Minutes Later And X Cigarettes... * * * * * * * * * * * * * Vincent would only notice a very sporadic set of streams as several trucks would pull up in the neighborhood with fresh window glasses and several techniciations already at work to repair the collateral damage from the skirmish before. Several members of Crows' Militia would step out, some along with some Black Hoods. Other Black Hoods walked out only amongst themselves, muttering quietly. The vast majority of the subjugated gang, however, remained inside.
Finally, "Unfettered" would step out, a wry (but mildly irritated) look on his face as he did his best to smile, a black trench coat in hand. Clearly success had occured from the dewy emptiness in the bottom of his pupil, punctuated only by the strangely small smile. However, it would take the German several minutes of looking around with increased wildness unless he was waved over, to find Vincent. From there, the German would stride on over, slipping a neatly folded and sealed envelope into the trench coat before fitting the coat's sleeve over his right arm, to only follow suit with the left.
The only reason "Unfettered" would pause would be to note the number of cigarettes and smoke that surrounded the fellow. He'd cough slightly, his lungs still glaringly new to the increased exposure."Hallo---*COUGH*---Vincent. Today has been an overwhelming success. Ready to go---*COUGH*your new temporary home?"Both the man's hands would be slipped into the deep recesses of his pockets as he'd lean over to the man, dismissing the past almost-hour of completely infuriating lack of understanding for the English language that he had to endure.
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 21, 2011 23:45:18 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Say What?[/shadow]
Four.
Four cigarette butts lay on the ground were lined up next to Vincent’s right shoe. A fifth one was between his fingers, pulled halfway from the pack just as “Unfettered” emerged from the Liquor Store. He stared in silence as the German seemed to look aimlessly around for him, then finally spot him, and begin walking toward him. The hand was paused where it was, but began to slowly push down on the end of the cigarette; the coughing had been noted. Vincent slid his back further up the wall so that he was standing, and slipped the pack into his pants pocket along with his hands.
“…Temporary… home…?”
Genuine confusion/uncertainty over how to handle this new ‘development’. His mouth hung open just slightly as the question persisted, hanging in silence for a few moments.
“…Please elaborate.”
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 23, 2011 22:19:21 GMT -8
"Well... Y'know...~" "You vill be staying in mein room, of course," replied the man very seriously with straightest face.
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 23, 2011 22:36:46 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Straight As A—[/shadow]
“…
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…what…”
His voice cracked, slightly.
That was it. No doubt about it now, the German was obviously insane—not to mention, very likely homosexual.
Vincent found himself staring, stunned, in mute horrified confusion. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard the man correctly or if his mind was playing cruel tricks on him. He was utterly appalled at the mere thought of it. He was…
… strangely and reluctantly attracted to him despite it all.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 23, 2011 22:47:15 GMT -8
Isn't It Obvious? “…
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…what…”"Unfettered" smiled as he leaned forward to the man in a familiar sort of mannerism, giving him a soft pat on the shoulder."Of course. There ist no question of it."
"Ve have no more room left in ze apartment, so Ich can make myself comfortable on ze couch. While you are vith us, du are an honored guest."The German took the man by both his shoulders now, as if to straigthen him up, smiling appreciatively at him."Ich will take care of you."
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 23, 2011 23:40:51 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Obviously, It's Obvious.[/shadow]
He could have slapped himself.
…As if his cheeks were not becoming red enough already, though. Obviously, he was rather flustered about something. Obviously. But what the hell could it possibly be?
He was staring uncomfortably into the German’s eye, trying to gauge his underlying motives… failing at it… all of a sudden, he wanted to be anywhere but here. His stomach felt sick. He needed… another… cigarette…
Standing there in silence, Vincent averted his gaze from the German’s face as his hand instinctively began a slow creep toward his pants pocket…
“…I… am not homeless, or anything…”
He would glance at the smile, then promptly look away again.
“…You don’t have to…”
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 23, 2011 23:54:51 GMT -8
A Touch Of Sincerity “…I… am not homeless, or anything…”
“…You don’t have to…”"Unfettered" leaned back, tilting his head in curiosity. He would raise a brow at the man's statement, looking to the side as well, as if trying to see what his compatriot was looking at."Clearly du are not. Und du are right, Ich do not have to."
"Ich insist."The German would reach into his own pocket with his own lighter, flicking it on, as he waited for the man to obviously get out his cigarette. He would step closer to the man, uncertain as to his curious twitches (clearly he was shy or something), but never questioning it.
'S'not like you didn't just risk your life for today's operation or anything, y'know.'
His other hand went into his pocket, reaching for something, which jangled curiously...
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 24, 2011 0:07:55 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Re-Adjustment[/shadow]
He insisted.
Clearly, there was no escaping this. If Vincent weren’t relying on this man for information about his sister, he would have easily turned down the offer, whatever the sort of offer it really might be—Vincent was still a little suspicious. In fact, he would not even still be here at all if it weren’t for the fact that “Unfettered” had knowledge that Vincent desperately desired to obtain.
But until he obtained this knowledge…
“…I suppose you leave me no choice, ‘Unfettered.’”
He held the cigarette to his lips and leaned toward the flickering flame that the man offered with half as much reluctance as he would have before. Whatever chaos had been causing him to nearly short-circuit seemed to be subsiding, as he regained his composure… with an added ounce of seriousness that had not been there before.
Somberness, even.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 24, 2011 1:22:07 GMT -8
To The Apartment ~A Base Of Operations~ “…I suppose you leave me no choice, ‘Unfettered.’”"Kekeke," the German laughed to himself, shrugging."Nein, sir. Zer ist alvays a choice."'Rather, our insistence means simply that you are one to keep on task.'
'Respectable.'
The German said nothing more, as he pulled out the keys and flicked the newly attained lighter closed and back into his pocket. He'd jangle the keys in front of Vincent, offering for him to grab it for himself. From there, the man would make a sweeping gesture for Vincent to lead, initially."So... ver ist your current accommodation?"* * * * * * * * * * * * * '...Vat a clean und organized boy he ist...'
While they got off the taxi from Vincent's motel, the German hefted the hardearned briefcase onto his lap... and opening the door for Vincent. He'd pay the fare and then get right on off, with his own personal key up in his right hand, as he'd lead Vincent to a very simple looking apartment, second story up a flight of stairs. He would walk slowly enough for his compatriot to keep in pace before he'd open the door to the rather large apartment...
With a sweep of his arm, "Unfettered" beckoned him in, the briefcase held easily enough in his other arm."Velcome."It was a rather elongated apartment with at least 4 closed doors at the end of it. To the immediate left, in an extended corner was a simplified looking kitchen... while a very long table stayed in the dining/living room, with a couch and a larger television then prior waiting on the opposite end of it. There were several extra, non-conforming chairs around the sofa, signifying a larger viewing audience as of late. As for the entire theme of the place itself... it had a very spartan, plain feeling to it, with soft white carpet underneath...
"Unfettered" would wait for Vincent to come in before walking to the closest closed door, opening it, and walking inside...
There, a very plain room with a very simple wooden closet awaited the both of them. The bed was not more then two feet from the floor and the ceiling above arched into an pyramid ceiling...
The blue sheets that covered it signified much in the way of basic maintenance, the white rug floor unnaturally clean."It isn't much, but..."
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 24, 2011 2:23:33 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]New Life/Swift Change of Subject[/shadow] Vincent was feeling terribly... catered to. Due irritation was apparent on his face throughout the entire taxi ride, but as he insisted on staring out the window, not much of his face would be seen save for a slight scowl when caught at just the right angle. The briefcase that he'd managed to keep custody of was positioned protectively between his legs on the floor, tightly held...
His hands were in his lap, fidgeting and wringing each other from time to time as if he desperately desired to wash them.
Needless to say, the ride from the motel to "Unfettered"'s apartment was a long one. Several times Vincent was tempted to turn to his new compatriot and inquire a small detail about his 'potential' sister, but for some reason he refrained from doing so. Perhaps it was the overwhelming suddenness of the day's events that had caused him to feel rather numb, or the lingering burn from the German's incessant awkwardness that kept his mouth shut; but his mouth would remain shut, his face rigidly turned toward the window.
The cab stopped finally, and Vincent reached down for the briefcase, and then reached up toward the door, only to find that "Unfettered" was already there, opening it for him. Vincent found himself seething at the gentlemanly gesture, but, attempting to keep his own gentlemanly composure, kept the frustration on the down-low between his gritted teeth and gave the German an awkward nod before following him up the stairs toward his new... home.
The only difference between this place and what Vincent typically called 'home' was the lack of cigarette-aroma pervading throughout. That was bound to change, if he were to be permitted to smoke on the premises... but really, the stark similarity between his and the German's taste in living quarters had his brow raised, his face seeming to forget that he was seriously stressed the fuck out for a moment. He followed "Unfettered" to his room in this manner, looking more welcomed than reluctant for once, even if only just. The simplicity of the place was soothing to him, and thus far there was none of the culture shock that he had expected...
But of course, sleeping in another man's bed again would take time and pain to acclimate to, especially so soon after...
Vincent set the briefcase down beside the closet, running the freed hand through his hair while his violet eyes were trained on that bed with an odd, glazed sort of focus.
"It isn't much, but..."
"...It's just fine."
His response was quiet, but prompt and reassuring. After a moment of silence to follow, his gaze moved up from the bed with forced attention and would meet the German's eye with a spark of sudden curiosity; his demeanor was now stern, even a little demanding.
"How do you know my sister?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 26, 2011 22:17:48 GMT -8
Playful Tease "...It's just fine."The German was mildly unsettled by the suddenly eerily quiet demeanor that Vincent held about himself now---not that he made any physical take on it. Any acknowledgement to Vincent's quiet change from the cab was only provided in a turn from "Unfettered's" head and a brief moment of sudden...---
Change in the air."How do you know my sister?""Unfettered" raised his brow. Then a smile crept onto his face as he looked to the closet."She likez to read newspaperz vith giantz."
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