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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 20, 2008 22:03:48 GMT -8
A Little Somethin', Somethin'... *RING*
*RING*
*RING*
..Standing in the midst of his ruined restaurant was of course, "Unfettered". His usual attire. And he had a recently made 'bokken' in his hands... though, strangely enough, German crafted. With that, he'd dare to think that it was of superior design. Perhaps it was. But that wasn't the concern at this moment."..Pick up, Mr. Kaluskov...."Hadn't seen many of his employees for a long time. The restaurant had been closed for quite a while... And hence, the train was unfortunately the last time he had seen his 'once' manager. |
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Post by valekin on Jan 21, 2008 21:03:44 GMT -8
"Greetings, Mr. Winters. Been a while yes?"
Valekin was at his home, his base, his comfort zone. Lying down in bed next to a beautiful blond whose name he would not divulge, but was indeed the same blond he had been with for a long time, and would stay with as long as God kept the two of them on this earth. What a wonderful thing yes?
He was looking not at her, but up at the ceiling, staring at it's monotony. Some day he'd rebuild his empire, and he'd be staring at a different ceiling in greater comfort. But one had to make sacrifices to become great.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 22, 2008 22:51:09 GMT -8
'He' Certainly Sounds Comfortable... "Greetings, Mr. Winters. Been a while yes?""Ja. Ja... Since ze train ride."Patiently, he began pacing about in the ruins of his restaurant. How many days, years, until it was completely rebuilt again?"..Vich is zomething I actually vant to talk to you about. More razzer... a deal, if you vill."Gently swinging 'Ambition' one handed... with a bit of difficulty. His body following after it. |
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Post by valekin on Jan 24, 2008 15:13:12 GMT -8
"Deals deals deals. Always deals with you."
Valekin rolled over, then rolled over again, then settled. This kid was always making some deal with someone over something. There were no gifts, and there wasn't anything one sided as far as Valekin knew. But that wasn't important. Valekin really didn't care that the boy was always making deals, he was just commenting on it.
"We can talk about that if you'd like."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 27, 2008 18:25:38 GMT -8
"Deals deals deals. Always deals with you."
"But of course." he replied, grinning on the other line. Continuing to make swinging noises.
"Vell... its about zat hammer of yours..."
...From there, it should be instantly obvious as to the unspoken intonation: 'I want it...'.
...Or, possibly something else?
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Post by valekin on Jan 27, 2008 20:28:52 GMT -8
"You want it."
Valekin practically read the boy's mind. Yes, he was very good at that, no one ever got away with lying to him for very long. Human lie detector. Who could stand against that? Eh?! Not many, not even his eventual adopted kids. Nope, not even them.
"What can you afford? I don't want the bloody thing."
Valekin looked over to the blonde that was lying next to him. He stroked her head, and let her sleep. He lowered his voice now, remembering that he wasn't alone, no one ever called him when he was in bed. This was just uncalled for! This was unexpected! This Winters would have to pay for in his own comfort!
"Time is money Mr. Winters."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 27, 2008 20:47:19 GMT -8
Judge Says Vat? "Time is money Mr. Winters."...Well, that was uncharacteristic.
A grin. Hmm?"...$1000 for such a nice, heavy zing? Especially since you don't vant it..."..Not bothering to mention that it must've also been expensive as hell to make it. But, this guy was probably going to raise it up a bit. And... a bit was fine. |
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Post by valekin on Feb 17, 2008 8:04:37 GMT -8
"Add five hundred to that and you've got a deal."
Valekin rolled over slowly, tangling himself in the sheets. Then he fell out of the bed, because he was tangled. Quickly he recovered and put the sheets back on the bed, and pulled on some pants. The hammer was just collecting dust, but he wanted something for it anyway. As it was a testament to what he did in the train fiasco.
"Do you follow me Mr. Winters?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 17, 2008 11:04:42 GMT -8
TO SEAL THE DEAL... Anticlimatically ..."$1500, eh?..."If it was anyone else, he'd haggle for $1250, maybe press for $1125..."...Ja. I follow."Certain things had to be paid back, however, and he'd respect that. This guy did used to work for him, after all. Did. He nearly laughed. Plopping on his ass, on some part of the floor that wasn't destroyed, he looked up at the ceiling. Happy? Sad?"Done. You'll zee ze tranzaction in your bank account in ze morning... Just tell me who to write the check off to." |
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