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Post by Tybalt on Apr 20, 2010 16:10:01 GMT -5
  Tybalt Lexeme sat at the bar of the Stray Cat Pub and Bar. He was having his customary drink of whiskey and scotch. He paid well, so he got the best. He had arranged for the newest member of his gang, someone called Princess, to meet him here at this point of time. He was getting tired of waiting. Had he not made it explicity clear that he did not like to wait? Didn't he? He suppose the newest girl would be a little harder to break in then the others.
No matter. Tybalt was use to handling tough situations. Either with money or force. Force was his favorite. Anyone could pay someone off, only Tybalt could beat them so that they would be terrified if they ever saw him. That was why Tybalt was the king. Not anyone else. No one else was smart and brawny enough to control so many dangerous people.
Tybalt tapped his fingers on the bar, his eyes going to the clock. This was a notorious hangout for dangerous criminals. Sometimes it attracted people even more dangerous then Brooklyn's worst. They all knew to stay clear of Tybalt, they did not quite know why, but they knew. Tybalt was growing angry. To calm himself down, he threw his glass against the wall. It shattered and everyone became silent.
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Post by Princess on Apr 22, 2010 17:53:05 GMT -5
Kristina walked into the Stray Cat Pub and Bar with her usual outfit on, tight jeans and a revealing top. All was quiet. She looked around but no one paid her any attention. They were all staring at a man sitting at the bar. He looked irritated. She smirked, she sensed power in him. This must be Tybalt. She walked towards him, the sound of her high heels making the only sound in the place. She ignored the looks that shot back and forth between herself and Tybalt. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw, most of these looks were looks of terror. Whether they were worried for her or towards her she cared not. She had eyes only for Tybalt.
She sat next to him and motioned for the bartender. "Two." She smiled sweetly and winked at the man. Once the drinks were brought she slid one towards Tybalt. "Hope you aren't too upset with meh." She slowly looked up at his face. She smirked as she met his eyes.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 23, 2010 18:59:57 GMT -5
Tybalt looked around at Princess as she sat down. He snorted. "Not mad at you? Why would you care? You were only a little late. An hour..." He said, frowning. "And I am not paying for anything." He said, taking his drink from the bartender, he drained it quickly. Tybalt looked her over. "You should not dress like a tart." He sniffed. "It draws attention, and in order for my plan to work, no attention must be directed toward us." He looked at her. "You do know the plan, right?" He asked.
"Because if you do not know the plan, I do not know why I am even talking to you..." Tybalt said. "If you do not know the plan, I do not think I can use you. In fact, I still need to interview you. Have you been convicted of any criminal activites, and if so, what are they?" He asked, matter-of-factly, pulling out a notebook so he could write her answers down.
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Post by Princess on May 3, 2010 15:09:13 GMT -5
Princess put some money on the counter. "I wasn't expectin' ya ta." She looked down at her outfit. She saw her usual attire. Jeans and a cute v- neck. "I- dress how i want ta." She said, stopping herself before she said she didn't look like a tart. "At least i ain't dressing like that Sugar girl out of the street sellin' meh bodeh."
She looked away from him. She whipped around almost getting whiplash at his remark. She felt appalled. Her eyes narrowed. "Of course i know about your plan, Tybalt. Would i honestleh be hereh if i didn't? I ain't smart but i ain't dumb. And, as for meh record ya could always ask Snyder. I think i have meh own room up there in the Refuge." She smiled to herself remembering all the times Snyder had tried to catch her and almost got away with it, but she'd never seen the inside of that horrid place. She was so small she could probably slip through the barred windows if she had to, but she couldn't see that happening. It all depended on Tybalt now.
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