Group Play Log: 8/10/2014

LdyMariusRomanus: *The ride home from Sturgis had been long, but thankfully
uneventful, allowing her safe passage home to get resettled in LA. Rested,
refreshed, cleaned and fed, time to head on over to the clubhouse to see if
there was anything
LdyMariusRomanus: anyone needed from her, the '47 knucklehead roaring down
the road, pulling up and parking, dropping the kickstand 'n killing the
engine. Slips off the bike, going on inside, white-blue eyes looking around
to see who was there, her
LdyMariusRomanus: form clad in hip hugger jeans 'n a black corset beneith
that new kutte D had given her* (d
Betting on Death: Oz came out to hallway with a simple red tank , a design
of an ace of spades card with a skull in the middle across the front of it.
Hair still damp from just gettingo ut the shower. Sliding his kutte on his
black and red chucks
Betting on Death: stopped at the site of Ice. " Oh hey.. Didn't think anyone
was around. I was just fiinished wrapping up a work out. " He said as he
flashed a smile to her. " Glad to hear you're prospecting " He said as he
stopped a few feet
Betting on Death: before her. " What are you up to?" -d-
LdyMariusRomanus: *Blinks, seeing Oz step into the hall, head tilt as he
didn't notice her at first, lush lips curved in a smirk when he did* Hey,
figured I'd stop on by to see if any of the members had work for me to do,
though seems the place is
LdyMariusRomanus: empty save for yourself tonight. (d
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Betting on Death: " Yeah. Kind of the same reason I'm here. " He said with
a nod of his head smiling. " Tend to hang around the club when off the clock
or not asleep. Make sure I'm always around and available. Ready and waiting
for an order " -d-
LdyMariusRomanus: *nod nod, pale fingers running through short snowy locks,
steps drifting over to park duff on the couch, crossing one long leg over the
other* I don't have a job as of yet so I'm here till I get one, though I hope
Dre calls me back
LdyMariusRomanus: soon to see if I can get into his shop. *shrugs, getting
settled in with a relaxed sigh* (d
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Betting on Death: " Yeah? " He moved to go sit on the other end of the couch
with her. Turning slightly to face her a bit. " Well.. I'll be there in the
morning. " He said with a laugh " I work there as detailer. I can remind
him. Sure he's got
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Betting on Death: plenty on his plate being boss and owner. They always say
best thing to do is apply.. then show up. Cause they tend to just hire those
who show up. " -d-
LdyMariusRomanus: *Smirks, looking to Oz as he sat down opposite her on the
couch* I left him a message to remind him. Before we left he said he'd have a
test for me to see if I'd be a good mechanic for him so I'm eager to get
started with it. (d
Betting on Death: " Test? Yep. Sounds about right. I painted a crotch
rocket for him. Desided to do one side flames one girly. Pink jag print. Like
a demo piece to get him some business in." You want anything?" He said
standing up heading over to
CullenSMontoya: :: He had spent some time in his room unpacking from the
trip and taking a very long, very hot shower. Back to feeling slightly human,
he slicks his wet hair back from his face before slipping into a clean pair
of sweatpants and a
Betting on Death: bar to fix himself a drink " -d-
CullenSMontoya: black wife beater. His bare feet hardly made a sound against
the floor as he nods to the prospects.:: Sup kids?
XKhaliaX: Khalia has actually left before everyone else. Not what was
planned, but who gave a shit, right? She was already in the clubhouse, but in
the chapel, where no one was paying anymind and coud see her. She was rocking
a busted lip but
XKhaliaX: nothing to bad. She sat there, in Dawn's seat, with her feet up on
the table, legs crossed at the ankles, and on her laptop.-d
LdyMariusRomanus: Sure, a whiskey would be great. *White-blue eyes looked
over hearing another voice, lush lips curved in a smile* Hey Cullen, not
much. *Was relaxing on the couch, wearing hip hugger jeans, black corset, her
new kutte, black riding
LdyMariusRomanus: boots* (d
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Betting on Death: Oz was in a red tee with an ace of spade and skull in the
middle of it, Kutte, and black jeans. " Hey Cullen. Fixing drinks.. want one?
" he took out Jack Daniels and poured two glasses. Holding the bottle as he
waited on the
Betting on Death: answer " -d-
CullenSMontoya: Thanks, prospect. That's right kind of you…:: He smirks to
Oz, reaching over to take the bottle of Jack right as his hand as he glances
toward the chapel. Noticing Khalia sitting there with a busted lip, he raises
his eyebrows
CullenSMontoya: before making his way over to stick his head through the
door.:: Who tore off and whipped your ass this time?
Betting on Death: "Welp.. that was easy " He said smirking as the bottle was
taken. " He's got his refills covered " Stepping around with the two glasses
he'd hand one off to Ice before sitting back down on the couch. " As fun as
Sturgis was.. glad
Betting on Death: to be back in LA "-d-
XKhaliaX: She looked up from the lap top toward Cullen, arching a brow at
his question. "Don't worry, he looks words. Just some white supremist bastard
who thought he could have his way with "The Spic Chick". Its all good. I
handled it." She
XKhaliaX: didn't try to smile though, cause that would suck.-d
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LdyMariusRomanus: *She watched the guys from her seat, lush lips curved in a
smirk, pale fingers extending to accept the glass from Oz* Thanks. *lifts the
whiskey to lush lips, taking a sip of the amber liquid* Ahhh, yumm.
*White-blue eyes glanced to
LdyMariusRomanus: the Church door, listening to the quick exchange, then to
Oz's exclamation of being back* Yea, Sturgis was a lot of fun. Too bad it
doesn't last longer than it does (d
CullenSMontoya: :: He closes his eyes with a sigh.:: Old guy, beer belly,
bald with a swastika on his chest? :: He had the sinking suspicion it was the
same guy who was giving Tony a hard time.:: Tell me you at least ruptured a
testicle or two…::
CullenSMontoya: The last thing this world needed was more retards
reproducing.::
Betting on Death: He looked over to hear Cullen a moment before turning eyes
back on Ice. " I'm not so sure. I enjoyed the week don't get me wrong but..
any longer. Not sure how much hedonisim I can take in before it's too much "
He said with a
XKhaliaX: That brow of hers arched even more. "Yeah, actually. Guessing he
was causing problems all around Sturgis?" She ran her tongue over the split
on her lip before she smirked. "I left him a bloddy mess. I am pretty sure I
got em both."-
XKhaliaX: d
Betting on Death: slight laugh. " Plus.. getting away from work for 2 weeks
would be even harder then just one " He said with a nod -d-
CullenSMontoya: :: He smiles devilishly to her.:: My girl. Yeah, he was
trying to start shit with Tony's baby sister. :: He brings the bottle of
whiskey to his lips, drinking straight from it before hearing Oz's comment
about too much hedonism,
CullenSMontoya: pointing his finger.:: And that statement right there is why
you will forever be a prospect. There is no such thing as too much hedonism.
Debauchery? You can have too much of that. But there's never enough hedonism
in the world.
LdyMariusRomanus: Pft, live each day like it's your last and enjoy the party
for as long as you can! *knocks back her whiskey, setting the empty down on
the nearest table surface* If you don't do that then why bother living? You
never know what
LdyMariusRomanus: tomorrow might bring, if tomorrow ever comes. *looks over
to Cullen, lush lips curved in a smirk* Damn straight. (d
LdyMariusRomanus: (grr, brb)
ThiaDuShane: ::the rumbling engine of the big red jeep was heard
approaching, followed shortly by Thia walking into the bar. She still had her
black jeans and work boots, but was in the process of escaping the red polo
shirt, pulling it up and
XKhaliaX: She smiled softly hearing his words only to wince at the split in
her lip. She ran her tongue over it and canted her head as she saw him
drinking from the bottle and she just shook her head and went right back to
her lap top,
ThiaDuShane: over her head to reveal a slightly sweaty wifebeater. She went
to a cubby and got her kutte, slipping it on and giving it a tug with a
sigh:: Fuck, that feels better.
XKhaliaX: keeping herself occupied by trying to see just how far she could
break into homeland security before they scrambled her signal.-d
Betting on Death: " If that were true.. their be a lot more of those retard
kids you don't want being made " He said with a smirk . Listening to Ice.
He'd simply nod. Sipping his Jack Daniels a bit . Head turned at site of
Thia " Hey Thia... "
Betting on Death: Laughing as he heard her comment " -d-
ThiaDuShane: ::she grinned shamelessly at Oz, heading over to the bar to
grab a beer, or ask for one if someone was Tending:: I think I'm going to
relax the dress code at my shop. I'm getting tired of polo shirts.
CullenSMontoya: :: He could almost feel the disapproval coming off of
Khalia, taking another drink just out of spite before mumbling under his
breath.:: Tell Chuck at NSA, Snake still thinks he's a pussy…:: He knew she
was hacking something. That's
CullenSMontoya: what she was always doing when she was on her computer.
Glancing toward the door, he gives the trademark upnod to Thia.::
XKhaliaX: He was right. She didn't approve and she saw that spiteful sip
from her peripheral vision and just shook her head. Hearing his words she
smirked. She knew he would know what she was doing. Finally getting into the
personel files
XKhaliaX: after so many tries she got a little excited. Was she actually
going to get to open them? She then started moving through the names.-d
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::Having stopped by a couple of times this week to find
the place empty, Kanti had nearly given up on the idea of returning. Not
being in the loop on club activities, she hadn't a clue they'd all gone on a
mass outing. Earlier in
LdyMariusRomanus: (back)
RDeathB4Dishonor: the week she'd had to make a trip of her own, thus
throwing her to confusion. Tonight, however, she'd been starring at the same
computer for hours in her school's lab and if she had to see one more
tutorial on After Effects (wb!)
Betting on Death: " Yeah... I would too. Polos never look good " Said the
guy usually in collar shirts " Kind can't wait to get back to the shop to be
honest. Hope there's plenty of bikes to work on " He was currious what
designs people were
Betting on Death: wanting -d-((wb))
RDeathB4Dishonor: tonight, she was going to scream. What this called for was
a drink. Crossing her fingers as she drove, she was pleased to see the place
looked rather active tonight, at least from what she could tell as she put
the car into park.
LdyMariusRomanus: (thanks)
RDeathB4Dishonor: She was relaxing in her care, finishing her cigarette and
jamming out to some Volbeat, rolling her shoulders and unclenching all of her
stressed muscles.:: *D
LdyMariusRomanus: *Pale fingers gave a little wave to Thia as the woman came
in, uncrossing legs to stretch out, arms above her head and back arched for a
moment in her seat on the couch, then gets off her ass with empty glass in
hand, moving over
LdyMariusRomanus: towards the bar* Hey Thia, how's it going? *white-blue
eyes glanced behind the bar to see if there was another bottle of whiskey or
if she'd hafta beg Cullen for a refill from his bottle* (d
ThiaDuShane: ::upnod returned with a knowing grin to Cullen, she snickered a
little at Oz, shaking her head:: That's what I get for trying to compete with
name brand shops, man. Well, not me, really, my old man. No real love for the
business.
CullenSMontoya: :: He rolls his eyes, pushing away from the door as he makes
a bit of a show of putting the bottle down on the bar, proving he can stop
whenever he wanted to. Just to drive the point home, he moves behind the bar
to get a soda from
ThiaDuShane: ::she paused to consider her plans, taking a long drink of
beer:: Yeah. I might just switch to coveralls. That way people can wear what
they want.
CullenSMontoya: the refrigerator. Popping it open, he takes a drink as he
nods to Kanti.::
RDeathB4Dishonor: (Still outside hun)
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ThiaDuShane: ::she grinned to Ice, giving the blonde an upnod too:: Sup?
It's going. After being away from the shop so long I had a lot of projects to
catch up on. Kind of excited though, my boys were good to me and kept shit
running.
LdyMariusRomanus: *Pale fingers snagged the whiskey Cullen put down, pouring
herself another round, then put it back on the counter with a smirk,
white-blue eyes looking back to This* Doing good. And that's good that your
shop is doing well, sounds
Betting on Death: He' pute his ankle up on his knees as his arm laid along
the back of the couch after Ice had gotten up for a refil. " Sounds good.
They can wear whatever they want.. Assuming they choose to wear something
under it " He said with a
LdyMariusRomanus: like you have a good crew that busts their ass for ya. (d
Betting on Death: nod and smirk over to Thia -d-
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::She chilled in her car a moment, leaning the seat back
and kicking her feet on the dash, smoke escaping the cracked window as she
balanced her cigarette between her lips. Her phone was flipped through, eyed
with care. A text was
RDeathB4Dishonor: replied and phone was then tossed into the passanger seat.
No need for that inside. Reaching for her bag of school supplies and shoving
her wallet into the back pocket of a ripped, studded pair of jeans, she
removed booted feet from
ThiaDuShane: Oooh I think they will. *I'M* not gonna wash the jumpsuits for
them! They wanna go commando, it's their laundry gonna suffer it. Not mine!
::she laughed::
RDeathB4Dishonor: the dash, twirled her keys on her index and started toward
the door. Her usually glossy, straight hair was a bit messy and pushed into a
bun that threatened to topple over at any given moment. Her white Planet
Fitness Tee having a
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XKhaliaX: She glanced up and watched him for a moment through the doors
before looking back to her computer... searching and searching through the
names before she finally found the name she was looking for and she opened
the file.-d
RDeathB4Dishonor: coffee stain on the belly. Not her most glamourous moment
but who was she trying to impress anyway? Through the doors she trundled,
feet taking tender, sore steps and shoulders slumped. Even with the beaten
down, tired look, her
RDeathB4Dishonor: eyes managed a shine to them and she mustered a friendly
smile to the familiar and unfamiliar faces:: *D
Betting on Death: ((brb))
LdyMariusRomanus: *White-blue eyes looked to the door as she heard it open,
not recognizing the female coming inside, just giving a nod of her head in
greeting, lush lips curved in a smile before taking a sip of her whiskey* (d
CullenSMontoya: :: He makes his way across the room toward an empty table.
Dropping down heavily into one of the chairs, he slouches down deeply as he
takes another drink of his soda.::
XKhaliaX: She started looking through everything. Her brow arching more and
more as she went through everything. Mouthing the word "damn" and "wow" here
and there. She did notice something come up and she verbally stated. "Son of
a bitch."
XKhaliaX: Her hand came up to rub her head as she looked it all over. And
then came the scramble. "FUCK!" She quickly unpugged her lap top from a small
device it was connected to and she tossed the little box in the trash.-d
boqinhlau: A man dressed in delivery uniform stuck his head in the door. In
his hand was something the size of two cake boxes stacked on one another.
Brown paper and very plain looking, he walked in. Clip board in hand "
Looking for a Cullen
boqinhlau: Montoya? Waiting patiently for some one to step up and take it(d
CullenSMontoya: :: He looks up when he hears his name, rising to his feet
slowly as he makes his way through the delivery guy.:: Yeah? What do you
want?
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::Kanti lifted a slim brow and sideglanced toward
<boqinhlau> at the door before turning her smudged, khol lined eyes fell into
her bag again, seeking her sketchbook:: (D
Betting on Death: ((back))
boqinhlau: " Package for you we tried to deliver it before but no one was
here to sign for it so here ya go." Holding out his clip board for the
signature every thing was legit uniform was a known delivery service the
truck was out side if any
boqinhlau: one cared to look he was just there doing his job(d
ThiaDuShane: ::amber eyes glanced at the door and the delivery guy,
thoughtfully glancing over the packages and the uniform::
Betting on Death: Oz would wave to Kanti as she came in and gaze suddently
turned to the delivery man dropping off packages for Cullen. He'd never seen
a delivery there other then the beer trucks maybe. Brow raised. He'd stand
up and head over
Betting on Death: towards the bar -d-
XKhaliaX: Khalia looked to the delivery man from the chapel before she
pulled up the security cameras on her lap top. Zoomed in on the delivery
truck and decided to run the plates.-d
RDeathB4Dishonor: (wb)
LdyMariusRomanus: *Head turned to look at the delivery guy, raising whiskey
to lush lips for a sip, turning her back to rest her rear against the bar,
pale fingers appearing to hook in her back pocket casually as she stood
there* (d and welcome back)
CullenSMontoya: :: His eyes move over the delivery guy thoughtfully,
stepping to the side to look at the truck. Taking the pen, he glances back
toward Khalia with a knowing look before using his left hand to scribble his
signature across the bottom
CullenSMontoya: Of the form. Handing the clipboard back, he carefully takes
the package, lifting it up over his head as if he was inspecting it for
wires.::
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::She thought nothing of it, instead offered Oz a nod and
smiled before returning her gaze to the empty page. Licking her thin lips to
dampen them, she lightly ran the tip of her pencile to the surface as if
thinking:: *D
boqinhlau: The man took the clipboard and noticed all the stares, looking at
them and shrugging it off. Some people just didnt like gifts he supposed,
and took his paper work got back in his truck and pulled off for his next
delivery (d
boqinhlau: * The package had no wires no string just very neat and fancy
hand righting done with a caligraphy pen in the upper corner with the adress
for the club house and his name written. Under the brown paper there was a
white cardboard
boqinhlau: like a hat or cake box something that had to be pulled up and
off to see what was inside*
LdyMariusRomanus: *White-blue eyes looked over to Cullen, arching a delicate
brow* Want a knife to open that thing with? (d
XKhaliaX: She looked over to Cullen. "The plates are legit. It's a delivery
service." She arched a brow then and canted her head but remained there for
now.-d
Betting on Death: Turning his head hearing Ice he turned back smirking " or
bomb squad? " He said wit h a smirk. -d-
CullenSMontoya: :: He takes the package over to the table, putting it down
before taking a small step back with his hands On his hips.:: It never
ends…:: He shakes his head with a sigh, turning to walk down the hall to his
room.:: I need my tools.
ThiaDuShane: After the month we've had... Caution is healthy. Even if it
looks silly.
CullenSMontoya: Don't let anybody touch that box…:: He disappears into his
room for a moment.::
LdyMariusRomanus: *Glances over to Thia* Should we all step out just incase?
*Oz's comment, then Thia's, coupled with the beginning ride to Sturgis just
last week suddenly had her on edge* (d
ThiaDuShane: Aye aye... ::watching him go, she turned back to look at the
box like she thought something might crawl out of it. At Ice's question she
glanced over to her:: I'll let Cullen make that call.
Betting on Death: "Check " He said as he leaned over it. Not touching it.
Sniffing a little before standing up looking at everyone . :" What?
Sometime's it's a head " -d-
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::Why was everyone so freaked out about a delivery? Kanti
glanced up from her sketch:: It's not like it's anthrax or something... ::She
commented innocently, not understanding the idea that this could be a real
danger:: *D
ThiaDuShane: Also, I'm pretty sure Cullen doesn't have the bar listed as a
place to deliver packages for him at. he has a PO Box for that.
CullenSMontoya: :: He comes back to the table a moment later, carrying one
of those black, hard plastic toolboxes, a pair of latex gloves, a painter's
mask and a rubber band.
LdyMariusRomanus: *Lush lips curved in a frown, nod nod to Thia's words. She
gave (Kanti) a sideways glance* If it was then Oz is a gonner, sniffing the
box like that. *finishes her whiskey, relaxing that arm behind her back,
letting go of the knife
LdyMariusRomanus: that resided there beneith her Kutte* (d
Betting on Death: " Maybe it's from Maury. Cullen.... Yooooou're not the
father " He said smirking as he stepped back-d-
ThiaDuShane: ::she snorted out a very unladylike laugh::
RDeathB4Dishonor: (lol)
CullenSMontoya: He puts everything down on the table before looking at the
package cautiously.:: I have a couple PO boxes for that. :: Hearing Oz, he
smirks.:: Well, I was in the Navy…
Betting on Death: He couldn't resuist. " Yeah... he was a SEAMAN. You know
those lil fuckers float around everywhere " He refilled his glass " Every
moment thing right? " He said to Ice before drinking it -d-
ThiaDuShane: ::a wicked grin cracked her lips, making her amber eyes
sparkle:: Meaning he's supposedly got really good swimmers...
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::Kanti's lower lid twitched, her expression somewhat
disturbed as her upper lip curled slightly at the change in subject. On that
note, she needed some Vodka.:: Could I get a drink please? *D
LdyMariusRomanus: *Rolls white-blue eyes, setting her empty glass on the
counter top, debating getting a beer or something else to drink for now,
stomach needing dinner before she had anymore heavy drinks. Glances to Thia,
smirks at the comment* (d
XKhaliaX: She heard the back and forth and just shook her head, her hand
coming up to run against her head a bit as she waited to make sure all was
clear. Putting the lap top on the table she got to her feet and moved out to
the bar area so
XKhaliaX: she could see what was inside the damned box.-d
CullenSMontoya: :: Taking the rubber band, he ties his hair back into a
ponytail before pulling on the exam gloves. He places a mask over his face as
he opens up his toolbox. Crouching down, he uses a box cutter and a pair of
tweezers to carefully
ThiaDuShane: ::she slid behind the bar and grabbed a shotglass and bottle of
vodka, bringing it over to [Kanti]'s table. She gave her a friendly grin as
she poured her a shot::
CullenSMontoya: open up the box. If it was some sort of danger, Cullen looks
remarkably calm about opening it. Or maybe it was just that death wish thing
people keep telling him about.::
boqinhlau: * when the box top was finally lifted after nothing at all blew
up or even sizzled the would be a stack of glossy photos acordianed together
with tape so that they unfolded as he pulled the top up. Each photo was black
and white and
boqinhlau: taken of them the whole group of them on the way to Sturgis and
while doing various things at the event. When all of the photos were pulled
there would be a set of dark suprised eyes staring at him. They were in a
mans face a man
RDeathB4Dishonor: Thanks much ::She grinned wider to <Thia>, lifting the
shot glass and tossing it back, savoring it's burn as she finished her
sketch.:: *D
ThiaDuShane: Anytime. ::she waggled the bottle:: Shall I leave it for you?
boqinhlau: Cullen hadnt seen in a long time but would recognize immediately.
On his forhead was carved a number..it looked like a cell phone number.Last
in his mouth was a rolled up photo of a much younger Cullen and a few other
men on a ship
boqinhlau: in uniform and one of the men pictured was the man in the box*
Betting on Death: As the photos started being pulled up and out he tilted
his head. Watching them as he did so. He now got silent . He was back
enough he never saw the head he just made a joke about . -d-
CullenSMontoya: :: He straightens up when nothing exploded in his face,
quickly removing the mask as he draws out the pictures, his blood running
cold. Everything they have been doing has been watched. Looking into this
box, his face twisted
LdyMariusRomanus: *She watched the unfolding acordian of photos, recognizing
some of them from sturgis, brows coming together in a frown* Seems someone
was watching us. *She crossed arms over her stomach, scowling* That's not
exactly reasuring (d
CullenSMontoya: when he looked down into those familiar eyes.:: Oh
Charlie…Fuck…:: The fact that he didn't seem to be overwhelmed by the
discovery of a severed head was a little bothersome. What kind of life has he
had if not even that could turn
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::Kanti lifted her eyes and did a bit of a double take.
Her first reaction was, awww, how cute! A photobook of good times! Yes, she
was that unbelievably trusting and innocent minded. She went back to her book
but didn't stay long
RDeathB4Dishonor: she noticed everyone else's expression sour. Tilting her
head to one side, she couldn't hide her bafflement:: *D
CullenSMontoya: his stomach anymore? Reaching into the box, he takes out the
photos from the mouth, staring at it as a look of pure outrage entered into
his eyes. But rather than yelling or screaming, his voice was deathly cold.::
I need a burn
CullenSMontoya: phone… Now…
ThiaDuShane: ::she moved over to Cullen when nothing exploded, looking from
the box of pictures to Cullen's face. Then she did a doubletake, and there
was a sudden flex of her muscles as registered the shock but prevented
herself from calling
ThiaDuShane: out like a little girl:: Jesus fucking H Christ...
LdyMariusRomanus: *Oh man, that couldn't be good, white-blue eyes watching
everything silently, having an idea of what was in the box now from Cullen's
reaction. Sighs softly, running pale fingers through snowy locks, looking to
the others one by one
Betting on Death: "On it boss" Oz quickly ran for a burn phone as he heard
him going where ever they keep coming back " Catch " tossing it to him -d-
LdyMariusRomanus: as Thia's exclamation just added to things in her head,
asking the obvious question* Now what? (d
XKhaliaX: She watched as the pictures were pulled and then spotted the head
and she backed up. Shit it had been a while since she saw one of those and
her stomach flipped on her. At that point she was looking for any reason to
get away and
XKhaliaX: was about to grab him a phone before Oz tossed him one. She just
leaned against the bar with her arms folded around her stomach and looking to
her feet.-d
CullenSMontoya: :: He reaches out, snatching the phone out of here before
carelessly tossing the old photograph of his SEAL Team onto the table.
Looking to the number, he quickly dials it into the phone before waiting for
the call to connect.::
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::Standing and glancing closer, as she hadnt seen well
from her angle, she gasped and jumped back in alarm. Surely that wasn't real?
Right? Right? Her eyes darted towards Oz with that same "right?" expression,
hands clasped over her
CullenSMontoya: Out of the air*
RDeathB4Dishonor: mouth as she froze. It was a prank, right? It had to be.
She convinced herself of this mentally, backing away again.:: *D
ThiaDuShane: ::she moved to the bar and grabbed a bottle of something hard.
She didn't care what. She poured herself a shot and knocked it back. She bent
over the bar, gasping from the burn and focusing on the pain:: Oz, be a
sweetheart and take
ThiaDuShane: your friend outside, would you? Please?
Betting on Death: " Of course... you might want to come out and get some
fresh air with us " He said looking to her before he stepped to Kanti " Come
on " He said. Motioning with his head. If she came with he'd walk her out to
the parking lot -d-
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::Her legs were fairly locked in place and she eyed him,
then the box, then Cullen, the back at Oz again. Lastly, her gaze fell on
that bottle and she snatched it up. No way she was leaving empty handed. Her
yank of the botle was
boqinhlau: A click then a voice with more then easily to pick out smile "
Well well Cullen Montoya long time hasnt it been?" The voice was speaking
perfect english but there was something slightly accented about it flavored
with the barest bit
RDeathB4Dishonor: the final straw that made her bun fall loose into a
drooping ponytail.:: ei todellista, ei todellista... ::She mumbled to
herself, joining Oz a he lead the way, her legs moving heavily and slow:: *D
boqinhlau: of asian accent. The man behind the voice rocked in his office
chair while he spoke " Dont bother with a trace Cullen because we both know
you won't find me unless I want to be found but I would save this number if I
were you
boqinhlau: because you see this was just the first of many gifts I wish to
give you."
CullenSMontoya: :: The voice on the other end of the line was one straight
out of Cullen's nightmares. He could still hear the screams every time he
closed his eyes.:: Henry Lau. I should've killed you when I had the chance.
Funny how you repay
LdyMariusRomanus: *She looked to Khalia and Thia, moving behind the bar to
set up a few shots of hard liqour for them, along with pulling out the
trashcan incase either one felt sick and couldn't make a run for it* (d
CullenSMontoya: Charlie for stopping me. How is the jaw, by the way?
boqinhlau: The laugh was enigmatic and amused" My jaw is just fine you hit
like a bitch. Charlie stopped you because he knew I'd done the right thing
you on the other hand.." Tsking" but Charlie see he didnt want me to come
visit you he lied
boqinhlau: to me about where you were so I killed him and found you any
way..see how that works?"
ThiaDuShane: ::she nodded to Ice, forcing herself to breathe slowly::
LdyMariusRomanus: *Nods back to Thia, her expression neutral but her eyes
had gone cold, like chips of ice set into her pale face, showing where she'd
really gotten her nickname from back east, glancing back over to Cullen as
she tried to follow this
LdyMariusRomanus: side of the conversation*(d
Betting on Death: Stepping outside with Kanti he stood in front of her ,
keeping her back to the bar for the moment. " You alright? " He said. He
was doing everything in his head to keep himself in control. Had to stay
strong for Cullen, the club
Betting on Death: himself. He didn't want to show any weakness though, head
in a box was new for him so it was a bit difficult -d-
CullenSMontoya: :: The muscle in his jaw twitches, his teeth grinding
together for a moment.:: That girl was only 12 years old, Henry. A sick
motherfucker like you gets off on that shit, but I wasn't just going to leave
her to those animals…:: He
CullenSMontoya: paces back and forth a bit.:: I got you removed from the
team. You got beef. I get it. Why don't you tell me where to find and we can
finish what we started in Croatia?
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::She nodded, still a bit in shock as she whispered::
It... it's fine ::Forcing a smile.:: It was ::She laughed now, crossing her
arms tighter but lifting the bottle to her lips:: It was a funny prank.
::Kanti refused to leave her
RDeathB4Dishonor: state of denial.:: A fake head in the mail, very funny
::She laughed but even still her eyes looked disturbed and her brows were
knitted tight as if a part of her wasn't so sure it was a fake:: *D
XKhaliaX: Khalia nodded to Ice and she took one of those shots quickly. Her
stomach able to calm down for now. She listened to Cullen speak as she leaned
on the bar, resting her forearms against it.-d
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boqinhlau: " So judgemmental Mr America what they do in their country is
none of our fucking business unless uncle sam says it is but you just had to
play holier then though so yes Cullen I have a whole ranch full of beef.
Though I wont let
boqinhlau: you dictate to me like the old days this wont be over quick. I
have a new mission and it will be played out , when its done I will see you
and we will finish it but until then...hows that hot little brunette you were
outside with at
Betting on Death: Who was Oz to tear down her walls. Listenign to her he
felt like he was gonna tell a kid there was no Santa. " Ja es war. Sehr
lustig. Meine Seiten eine Aufspaltung und I'n spreche nicht meine Stiche." He
said with a little chucle.
Betting on Death: -d-
boqinhlau: bike week..she like asian noodles?" Laughing hard at his joke and
then drumming his fingers on the desk,(d
LdyMariusRomanus: *Thinks for a moment, turning to search under the bar,
finding a few clean cloths, taking them to the sink to went them down,
offering one each to Thia and Khalia* Here, wipe your face and the back of
your neck, it'll help you
LdyMariusRomanus: relax a bit. *It was as if she'd gone through this kinda
thing before, her attitude one of cold detatchment and practicality* (d
CullenSMontoya: :: Cullen was normally known as a pretty chill guy, with a
few exceptions. Nobody in the club had seen him truly angry before, except
for maybe Trei. The moment the threat left Henry's lips, Cullen's entire face
changed. His eyes
XKhaliaX: She looked to Ice and waved it off. "Nah, I'm good. Thank though."
She was fine now, it had just been a while since she saw some shit like that.
-d
ThiaDuShane: ::she took the cloth, nodding again and starting to rub the
back of her neck and over her face, mumbling to herself... Something about
thought I was done with this Seven shit...::
Betting on Death: ((Kanti min is afk ))
CullenSMontoya: grew cold and lifeless, his voice taking on that razor-sharp
calm.:: I want you to listen very closely to me, Henry. :: He pauses just
long enough to take a breath for emphasis.:: You're not going to touch her.
Because I'm going to
CullenSMontoya: kill you. :: He spoke the words as casually as if he was
telling Henry he was going to have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow.:: I'm
going to find you. And I'm going to rip your fucking throat out with my
teeth. Do you understand me,
CullenSMontoya: Henry? You're dead. Along with anybody who tries to stop me.
boqinhlau: " Oh did I hit a nerve then? Good but you seem to have an over
abundance of ladies Cullen time to share, I have a few friends who would love
them all. The black girl with red hair is very pretty, too you cant be
fucking them all ?"
LdyMariusRomanus: *Nod nod to both ladies, putting away the unused cloth to
dry over the sink edge. Cullens response to the phone caught her full
attention, eyes narrowing, breathing out a soft hiss* Sooo not good. (d
boqinhlau: He didnt seem in the least bit concerned about the threat and
even made a hand puppet of Cullen talking while yawning boredly" yeah yeah I
know so tough kill me blah blah rip throat blah blah..its gonna be a long
trip into hell Cull
boqinhlau: hope you packed an extra pair of briefs" Then the line went
dead(d
CullenSMontoya: :: He opens his mouth only to realize that the line went
dead. Looking at the phone to make sure, he squeezes it until his knuckles
turn white, lifting his arms like he was about to throw it across the
RDeathB4Dishonor: ::She smiled, glancing between her keys and her bottle...
keys it was.:: Danke, dass so süß zu mir ::She whispered, smiling. Leaning
in, she kissed him on the cheek, hauled up her bag on one shoulder and headed
toward her car,
RDeathB4Dishonor: calling behind her:: Haben Sie eine gute Nacht, sagen
Cullen, um es einfach zu nehmen. ::And she was back to that hell she called a
school. 24 hour campus, what a joy:: *D
CullenSMontoya: room before stopping himself. His arms cradle around his
head as he paces back and forth like some kind of caged animal, trying to
draw back the anger he was feeling. It was obvious. He wanted to scream, but
he was holding
CullenSMontoya: everything inside.::
Betting on Death: " Natürlich. Gleichfalls. gute Nacht" He said in return as
he stepped in just in time to catch the end of it. Seeing Cullen. Nothing he
could do or say could helpbut he'd offer the only thing he could think of. "
Hey.. name it and
Betting on Death: I'm there. " He'd suggest the punching bags but.. head in
a box didn't feel like punching a bag was going to do any help -d-
XKhaliaX: She looked to Cullen when he closed the phone and saw him pacing
back and forth like that and she turned around to lean her back against the
bar, knowing better then to go toward him. "I don't know what exactly was
said, but don't
XKhaliaX: hold it in papa."-d
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LdyMariusRomanus: *White-blue eyes glanced to Khalia, nodding in agreement*
Go ahead Cullen, if you bottle it all up it'll be that much worse. *crosses
pale arms across her belly, walking out from behind the bar, a few shots
still set up for those
LdyMariusRomanus: who might need one quickly* (d
CullenSMontoya: :: He tosses the phone onto the table, grabbing onto the
back of the chair as he leans against it. His fingers were pressing into the
wood, the muscles in his arms were practically popping out as his chest rises
and falls rapidly.
CullenSMontoya: Closing his eyes, he could still hear the screams and
gunfire, his arms trembling slightly.:: He's coming after the girls. He knows
I couldn't watch. He's going after the girls. He wants to make me watch. Oh
fuck…:: He finally did
CullenSMontoya: look like he was about to be sick. Throwing the chair out of
the way, he scrambles for a phone, frantically dialing a number from
memory.:: C'mon. C'mon. Pick up the fucking phone, Dawn.
CullenSMontoya: Thia, I want Dara here. She doesn't leave this building
without at least two armed guards. I don't care if we have to give a room to
your brother. She doesn't leave…:: He paces around, listening to the
ringing.:: Same goes for
CullenSMontoya: Rifka. :: He looks to Khalia.:: See if you can get a hold of
D… He's targeting the goddamn leadership…
xDawnxRodriguezx: She was sitting in her office back in New York when she
heard her phone going off. She arched a brow when she heard it. The number
had her cant her head and she answered. "Hello?"-d
ThiaDuShane: ::she moved over to the table, slowly, and gently slid the lid
back over the box full of gruesome, peace-shattering items. She looked over
at Cullen, drawing her shoulders back and nodding slightly at his order. She
got out her
XKhaliaX: She watched Cullen silently before hearing his words and she
ndoded to him and pulled out her phone from her pocket and called D.-d
LdyMariusRomanus: *She stood off to the side, parking her ass against a
support column or wall, arms still crossed over her stomach, watching things
unfolding and just waiting for order, she didn't know how to help but
whatever was needed, she'd
CullenSMontoya: Dawn! :: His voice sounded almost panicked.:: Are you okay?
Is everything fine? Your security system is working?
LdyMariusRomanus: jump to take care of it* (d
ThiaDuShane: phone and called her brother:: Pack three bags and get to the
clubhouse now. Briefing upon arrival. ::she and her brother had come up with
some shorthand codes over the years, and her brother knew exactly why he
would need three
boqinhlau: * a phone would ring some where and ring and ring and then it
would be picked up..scuffling in the back ground then a very asian voice
speaking in harsh cantonese asking what the caller wanted*
ThiaDuShane: bags specifically. It didn't mean bags at all. It meant get
Dara, Rifka, and his own ass into a car and to her location ASAP::
xDawnxRodriguezx: She blinked when she heard his voice. "Yeah. I'm fine. Im
in my office. The one here works fine. Whats going on?"-d
Betting on Death: Oz moved to get one of those shots. Taking a quick hit,
he'd watch them make their calls and just watch. Listening -d-
CullenSMontoya: Oh, you know… Just the usual. Crazy psychopaths coming out
of the woodwork to threatening anybody I care about. Tell me you got those
bodyguards you were talking about…:: He was still moving around the room, his
mind is working on
LdyMariusRomanus: *Something clicked in her head, white-blue eyes going to
Thia* If whoever did that *nodding to the box* is targeting leadership
shouldn't someone call Trei?? (d
CullenSMontoya: a hundred different things at once. He knew that the best
way to handle Henry was to get out ahead of him.::
XKhaliaX: She heard the sounds on the other end of the phone and her head
drops. She walked over to Cullen and handed him the phone. "Cullen...
listen."-d
ThiaDuShane: ::she nodded to Ice and hung up with Damien so she could call
Trei. If she took any cues from Cullen, it was that all the MC females were
in danger, and anyone associated with them. They needed to do a headcount::
xDawnxRodriguezx: "I got one yeah. What the fuck is going on. Details. I
need to know what the threat is this time."-d
CullenSMontoya: Dawn, hold on a second…:: He steps over to Khalia, meeting
her halfway as he listens to what is going on in the background. Squinting
his eyes, he tries to make out the words. Cantonese is not one of his
strongest languages.::
CullenSMontoya: Anybody know Cantonese? All I can do is order food and tell
him to drop his gun.
XKhaliaX: As soon as he took the phone she ran to the lap top and tried to
track D's phone and see if she was home or where she was.-d
LdyMariusRomanus: *Shakes head at the question* Sorry, not one that I know.
(d
Betting on Death: " I know Mandarin. I can maybe make some things out if he
talk slow. But if they go on a mile a minute rant I'll get lost " He said
shaking his head. " Best I can offer " -d-
ThiaDuShane: Hang on, hang on! ::she started swiping through the apps on her
phone, pulling up a universal translator. She took Khalia's phone from
Cullen, holding it up to hers and seeing the words floating across the
screen. She hit the button
xDawnxRodriguezx: Her voice could be heard yelling from the phone. "What the
fuck is going on?"-d
ThiaDuShane: for the translation::
LdyMariusRomanus: *Pushes off the wall, walking over to Cullen and Thia,
wordlessly holding her hand out for the phone with Dawn's yelling voice
coming from it, least she could do was bring the woman up to speed* Give me
that. (d
CullenSMontoya: :: He hands the phone over to Oz.:: Do your best…:: He steps
away to bring the other phone back up to his ear.:: Dawn? Still there? Sorry
about that. :: He had to take a moment to gather his thoughts before
speaking, waving Ice
Betting on Death: He'd take both phones and hit speaker letting it feed into
the translator but incase it wasn't picking everything up he was still
listening to everything beind said. Closing his eyes he was clearly
conentrating. Trying to pick up
boqinhlau: * if the man on the other end hadn't been so absolutely
entertained by all the goings on he heard he'd have hung up but there he was
laughing and telling his friends to come listen *
Betting on Death: what he could if the app wasn't -d-
CullenSMontoya: off gently.:: Ice, call Trei for me. If you don't have his
number, it should be behind the bar. Where the hell is he? He can't go
anywhere! :: Taking a deep breath, he tries to calm his nerves.:: Dawn, you
remember how I told you
CullenSMontoya: that some of the things I've done, I wasn't very proud of?
LdyMariusRomanus: *Pale fingers dug out her phone, givng Cullen a quick nod,
moving behind the bar to find Trei's number, punching it into her phone and
hoped the man picked up the unfamiliar NY number* (d
xDawnxRodriguezx: By this point she was standing by the window looking out
to the city as she listened and waited for them to get back to her. Once she
heard his voice again she spoke softly. "Yeah."-d
ThiaDuShane: ::now on speaker, Thia pressed her lips together tightly when
she heard a group of men laughing. She typed into the phone, and had the
computer ask where the phone's owner was::
LdyMariusRomanus: *Curses under her breath, the phone ringing till it
flipped over to VM, leaning a quick message* Trei, it's Ice, the new
prospect, shit just hit the fan and you need to watch your ass like a sonova
bitch. Keep your head down along
CullenSMontoya: :: He reaches up, taking his hair out of the ponytail before
running his fingers through it. Part of him thought about stepping into the
chapel, but he knew everybody needed to hear it.:: I was on a mission in
Kosovo some years
LdyMariusRomanus: with Brook and call Cullen asap when you get this. *click*
(d
CullenSMontoya: back. High priority target. My team went in, and we got
ourselves into positions to acquire the package. While we were waiting, a
group of refugees came through with a kill squad right on top of them. Our
orders were to acquire our
CullenSMontoya: package, and not engage any of the locals. We weren't
supposed to be there. NATO was calling the shots. :: He sighs heavily,
rubbing his hand over his face. It was obviously never told anybody about
this stuff.::
ThiaDuShane: ::she looked over at Cullen, hating to see him struggling like
that::
Betting on Death: Oz rolled his eyes. And looked at cullen the look in his
face said.. Seriously... this guy? " They're laughing at us. No threats.
Just straight fucking mocking us..Oh.. and.. " Turning his head to look at
Ice" They thoguht you
Betting on Death: sounded hot ... and no. I'm not making jokes this time "
-d-
boqinhlau: * Hearing the strange voice ask them where the phones owner was
they got quiet and hushes whisperes happened then one man still in cantonese
answeres where the phone owner was*
xDawnxRodriguezx: She was quietly listening to him as he spoke. Leaning
against the window. "Ok?..." -d
Betting on Death: He heard the answer but in his head it was like bad
English. "Sleeping... why.. know? " Trying to translate -d-
LdyMariusRomanus: *The look she gave towards Oz wasn't directed at him, but
at the voices on the other end of the phone, looking like she'd do something
to them so they'd wish they'd never made the joke* (d
CullenSMontoya: :: Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he curls his fingers
around a handful of his own hair.:: The kill squad killed a man and a little
boy. He was just a fucking baby. And then they saw the girls…:: His voice
trailed off, beginning
CullenSMontoya: to pace once again.::
ThiaDuShane: ::she looked at Oz, pushing her hands through her hair in
frustration. She tapped into the keypad again:: "Sleeping where?"
XKhaliaX: Khalia ran out of the office. "Guys. It says D's phone is in the
middle of the fucking ocean. She is on a ship. Whoever that is has her."-d
xDawnxRodriguezx: She softened her voice, getting a idea of where this is
going. "You don't have to say it Cullen, just skip to what is going on
now."-d
ThiaDuShane: ::hearing Khalia she looked up sharply. She was so tempted to
make threats, but instead, she simply ended the call::
Betting on Death: " Something baout... sleeping.. or resting... for her new
life? " He said raising a brow " I might be getting the context wrong " -d-
CullenSMontoya: :: He takes a deep breath, finding his resolve to push
forward.:: One of the guys on my team decided to make a joke about how he was
enjoying the show. I sent him home with his jaw broken in three places, and I
got him washed out.
CullenSMontoya: Well, he's back. And he's threatening to get the show I
denied him. By using the Angels.
LdyMariusRomanus: *White-blue eyes looked to Khalia* Can you hack into the
US coast guards radar and use the location data to track that ship? You might
be able to use NOAA's sensors as well. (d
ThiaDuShane: She's on a cargo ship... They're gonna sell her. ::she moved
over to Cullen, sliding her hand over his shoulder gently:: He has D.
CullenSMontoya: He's got pictures of us, Dawn. He's been watching us…:: His
head jerks around toward Khalia, listening to Ice.:: He already has D…
xDawnxRodriguezx: She heard Cullen, then the voices in the background. Then
hearing him once more. "FUCK! Ok. I will be in as soon as I can. For now, get
all the girls at the clubhouse and everyone they are associated with. Call
the guys in to guard.
xDawnxRodriguezx: What are you gonna do about D? Any clue where she is?"-d
CullenSMontoya: I'm on it. We tried to get a hold of Trei, but he's not
answering. I'm hoping he's just getting some physical therapy time in with
Brook. :: He listens for a moment, shaking his head even though he's on the
phone.:: Khalia says her
CullenSMontoya: phone is in the middle of the ocean. They must have her on
some kind of boat.
boqinhlau: * when the line went dead the men realized they might have
screwed up and their boss was gonna have their asses so they crushed the
phone and swept the peices into the water from the deck.*
xDawnxRodriguezx: "You can't let them get her to their country. We both know
she will be lost if that happens. Talk to Khalia. I have a boat. She has the
info and the keys. If you are willing to try to get her."-d
CullenSMontoya: There is no try. I'll find her. :: He sighs softly.:: I'll
bring her home.
ThiaDuShane: Time to gear up... ::she saw the door open, and Damien ushered
confused and alarmed Rifka and Dara into the clubhouse. She jerked her head
for him to get them situated in one of the rooms, while he handed her two
large army-issue
xDawnxRodriguezx: "Ok. Keep me posted. I will be there as soon as I can. I
have to take care of a few things here first."-d
ThiaDuShane: duffle bags. She nodded to him, but stopped him when he went to
pass her:: Damien, it's serious this time. Anyone busts in on you without
some kind of secret fucking knock, shoot first. Okay?
CullenSMontoya: You know it. This one is going to get messy…:: It was his
own unique way of telling her that he wasn't sure if he would survive this
one. Without actually saying it.:: Talk to you soon. :: He pauses for a
moment.:: Later…
boqinhlau: * The orginal phone he called Henry on rang again loud and
obnoxius in the middle of the table*
LdyMariusRomanus: *She looked back to Khalia, seeing if the woman was moving
to her computer to try her suggestion, Ice wasn't a hacker so she couldn't do
it herself*
CullenSMontoya: :: He makes his way back over to the original phone, picking
it up to answer it.:: Is this the part where I tell you that I have a
particular set of skills, Henry?
boqinhlau: That laugh again" you are very funny man Cullen but see Im
calling since you have discovered my second gift by accident..it was supposed
to be tomrrow oh well..." He paused" She was very suprised to see my friends
and even hurt a
XKhaliaX: Khalia was trying to focus but with everything going on she found
it hard. She headed to her comp and saw the tracking stopped. She did a few
key strokes and pulled up the last point it tracked and printed that out
before she began
boqinhlau: few of them on her way out of conciousness.. I like the firey
ones. That is not why I called it seems to be that your people are smart
called her and might have tried to figure out where she is with her phone..
they will be delt
XKhaliaX: to hack into Coast guards data base. Her fingers actually moved
faster then Dawns. It wasn't quick to get into but soon she ended up tapping
into the radar. From there she was able to see all the ships that were on the
sea. She ran
boqinhlau: with for their mistake and I will have to take measures so that
you dont have this easy ride to the rescue that you may have hoped for. "
XKhaliaX: to the printer and grabbed the paper she printed before moving
back to the table and camparing it to the ships on the map. She gestured to
Thia. "Here. Its this one" She was able to zoom in using the satalites to get
a better image
XKhaliaX: of the ship.-d
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ThiaDuShane: ::she moved over to Khalia, looking over the map and the ship
she was pulling up, nodding thoughtfully::
xDawnxRodriguezx: She heard his choice of words and the tone in his voice
and she sighed as she hung up the phone and prepared to do what she needed to
do.-d
LdyMariusRomanus: *Hearing that Khalia had come up with something, moving
over into the Church, half closing the door so they could still listen while
muffling their own voices from Cullens call* Can you get into the ports
registry to see what ships
LdyMariusRomanus: left in the last 24 hours and what their destinations are.
If it's a cargo ship then it'll have had to register a travel plan with the
port authorities and the Coast Guard. (d
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CullenSMontoya: :: He steps away from the others, listening to Henry.:: How
did you want to play this, Henry? You and I both know I'm going to find where
she is. Anybody put in front of me, I'm going to cut down. Simple as that. So
let's stop
CullenSMontoya: playing games with each other. I'll meet you where ever you
want. Just me. If you agree to let her go.
XKhaliaX: She nodded to Ice and moved the radar window and opened a new one
and started tapping into the register. Going back to the radar she zoomed in
to see if she could get the name of the ship before cross referencing it to
the registry
XKhaliaX: list.-d
LdyMariusRomanus: *White-blue eyes watched with that same cold detatched
look, frowning to herself, mind racing on what else they could do to figure
out the name of the boat and where it was heading, they needed to do it fast
if they wanted Official
LdyMariusRomanus: help, or would need to see if it was in international
waters so they could handle it themselves* (d
boqinhlau: " but where is the fun in that man seriously ? Not intrested but
I will say if you do plan on a rescue mission you better do it before I get
my chopper in the air tracking a boat is one thing a chopper or plane
something else
boqinhlau: entirely.. so quick to fight me man to man but I hold the cards
so I like it this way " Hanging up again(d
XKhaliaX: Ugh this was pissing her off to no end. She quickly typed in the
coordinates of each of the ships that were out including the ones she tracked
and crossed referenced that to the the list until she found the one cargo
ship that's
XKhaliaX: direction matched. "Here."-d
LdyMariusRomanus: *Watches Khalia work, nod nod* Good, get that printed out
and whatever else you can find on the ship, blue prints, company that owned
it, crew size, captain, etc. We'll need it all if we go after it to get D
back. (d
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XKhaliaX: She was already on it. The printer behind the bar was printing up
everything they would need. She would be staying behind, getting all the
girls gathered and settled as they came in.-d
LdyMariusRomanus: *Nod nod, quiet steps took her over to the printer, pale
fingers taking up the papers to look them over, making sure they had all the
right information, organizing it quickly for fast reading, then took the
whole packet out into the
LdyMariusRomanus: other room, holding it up to get Cullen's attention*
Soldier! Mission Plans! (d
Betting on Death: Oz was standing off to the side. Watching everyone else.
He simply listened for anyone to ask him to do anything. He didn't have too
much to offer in these ways and these skills. But he was there for any
support asked of him -d-
boqinhlau: * it was all fine and dandy to have names and locations and it
was a good lead in deed but smugglers were good with forgeries and the name
of the ship and actual ship were two diffrent things, they had also filed
legit looking false
boqinhlau: desitnation documents*
CullenSMontoya: :: He was staring at the phone in his hands thoughtfully
when he heard Ice. Making his way over to the table, he looks over the
gathered information. They had a few things in their favor. The club was well
connected, and as far as
LdyMariusRomanus: *That's why the radar tracking was the top page of the
stack of documents she'd assembled, having the actual ship location to track
would help against diversion*
ThiaDuShane: ::at this stage, she was struggling not to be overly hopeful.
She wasn't much of a planner, she did better on the run. Or on the fly, in
some cases::
CullenSMontoya: he could tell, the smugglers were a bunch of idiots. Who
answers someone else's cell phone when you just kidnap them?:: Time to call
in some favors…:: Using his own phone, he dials a few of his contacts over at
the Port Authority.::
LdyMariusRomanus: *Sees Cullen getting back on the phone, calling over her
shoulder back to Khalia* Don't stop tracking that ship and keep us updated on
where it goes. (d
CullenSMontoya: Yeah. I got a couple of tips for you. An Asian ship out of
Los Angeles harbor is trying to smuggle some contraband out of the country.
Female contraband. I don't have the name of the ship, but they would've left
port in the past
CullenSMontoya: couple of hours. Yep. Time for some random stops. Give them
Coast Guard boys something to do besides watch porn. All right. Thanks. :: He
hangs up with a smirk.::
CullenSMontoya: That should slow them down.
LdyMariusRomanus: *Her brain started whirling at a frantic pace, looking
over to Oz, pale fingers holding out the papers she'd printed up* Don't loose
these. *pauses, looking around for a pen, scribbling her cell number on the
papers* I need to go
LdyMariusRomanus: get a few things. (d
CullenSMontoya: :: He looks over to Khalia.:: Dawn said she had a boat. I
need to borrow it.
Betting on Death: Oz stepped over to Cullen. Hesitant he looked at him.
Thinking about it and how they called all the ladies in, it meant certainly
people needed to know. Eyes looking to Cullens. " Should someone call Luey? "
-d-
XKhaliaX: Khalia nodded and got up and moved into the office. Coming back
out she placed a few ear pieces on the bar before putting on in her ear. She
nodded to Cullen and went back int othe office, coming back out with the keys
to the boat.
Betting on Death: certain *
XKhaliaX: She handed them to Cullen. "That black rose. Thats what it's
called." She nodded to him. "Good luck." She gave him a knowing look before
she headed back into the chapel to look at the computer. "It's heading
northwest."-d
CullenSMontoya: :: He steps over, taking one of the earpieces from the bar
before tucking it into his ear. Nodding to Oz, he takes the keys to the boat
before walking back toward the room.:: Call him. I need to change. :: He
disappears into his
CullenSMontoya: room again, figuring his pajamas weren't the best choice.::
LdyMariusRomanus: *Papers with her number were left on the bar, glancing to
Cullen as she headed for the door, pale fingers pulling out her bike keys*
Cullen, if you want backup I can meet you at the boat slip, I just need to
get a few things first *
LdyMariusRomanus: she paused by the door, seeing Cullen head for his room,
waiting to see what he wanted, keys dangling from her hand* (d
Betting on Death: " Will do. " He took his phone and dialed Luey. Stepping
to the chapel. " Hey brother. I need you to sit don for a second . Got to
tell you something.. " He'd have a small conversastion with him giving him
the news before coming
Betting on Death: back. " Luey says he'll be here asap.
Betting on Death: " -d-
ThiaDuShane: ::she left the chapel and returned to her duffle bags. Opening
them up, she revealed them to be her private stash of toys. Guns, gadgets,
gear, the works::
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LdyMariusRomanus: (brb)
CullenSMontoya: :: It didn't take him more than a couple of minutes to
change, stepping back out of the room wearing a pair of black cargo pants and
matching wife beater. His modified gun rig was already around his waist with
a pair of knives at
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CullenSMontoya: the small of his back. His 1911s were hanging under his
arms. He nods his head to Ice.:: If you're going, make it quick. :: His eyes
turned to Oz.:: Does he want us to wait for him?
Betting on Death: " No.. He just said he'd be soon as he could but he won't
be here soon enough so to go on with out him " Looking at Cullen. " I'll go
though if you think I can help. Who knows maybe I can read some Catonese on
the why " He said
Betting on Death: with a smirk. " Say it.. I'm with ya " 0d0
ThiaDuShane: ::kutte removed, kevlar strapped on, then she pulled on a black
thermal henley over that. Ankle holster strapped on. She checked the .38
before securing it. A long, black-carbon bowie knife was strapped to her
opposite calf. Her
ThiaDuShane: twin Ladyhawks were secured in the dual holster and strapped
around her waist to sit snug against the small of her back. Reaching up, she
tied her hair into a long braid, then tucked all of it up under a plain black
ballcap. Various
ThiaDuShane: pockets in her cargo pants were filled with 6-shot loaders and
extra clips. A small razor blade was fitted into a pocket hidden by the tag
of her sweater. She stood when she was finished. All she needed was some
eyeblack and she
ThiaDuShane: could give Arnie a run for his money::
LdyMariusRomanus: (back)
ThiaDuShane: (wubs)
LdyMariusRomanus: (thanks)
CullenSMontoya: :: He nods his head to Oz.:: If you're willing to put your
neck out there, I won't say no. :: He smiles a bit, deciding not to even
bother with a vest as he ties his hair back into a tight ponytail.:: Let's do
it…:: Slipping into a
LdyMariusRomanus: *Without another pause she was out the door, quickly
flipping her kutte around to hide the patches, not wanting to draw attention
to herself, grabing the helmet to slap on her head, firing up the bike and
taking off so quick as to
CullenSMontoya: a pair of fingerless gloves, he points to Khalia.:: Keep me
posted. I'll bring her back. :: He mumbles under his breath.:: And then I'm
going to kick her ass myself…:: He slams into the door, walking out to his
bike.::
Betting on Death: " I didn't come strapped for war.. " He said looking at
him. " I'll need some loaners. Any fighting or throwing knives I can really
take those.. and hand guns. Never used anything automatic " He said looking
between Cullen and
Betting on Death: Thia if she was around by the time he said it -d-
LdyMariusRomanus: leave a skid in the parking space. She'd hoped she'd never
need to visit the packrat storage trailer with her stuff but some things
couldn't stay burried for long. She drove like the the hounds of hell were
after her to get
LdyMariusRomanus: her things* (d
ThiaDuShane: ::upnod to Oz, she motioned to the bags:: Go crazy, I have a
little bit of everything. ::she grabbed the face paint, just in case, and
also the nightvision goggles, then followed Cullen out::
ThiaDuShane: ::Oz would have his choice of shotgun, grenade launcher,
pistols, or rifle::
ThiaDuShane: ::she didn't really carry many knives::
XKhaliaX: Khalia nodded and the entire time they were out, she would
randomly shoot out coordinates so they could head in the right direction.-d
CullenSMontoya: Si vis pacem, para bellum, Oz. If you want peace, prepare
for war…:: He swings his leg over the back of his bike, firing up the engine
as he waits for the rest of them to catch up. Once the three of them were
together, he takes off
CullenSMontoya: for the boat slip. He would get the boat ready to go while
they waited for Ice to catch up to them.::
ThiaDuShane: ::she jumped into her jeep to follow Cullen out to the boat,
would wait and see if Oz would ride along or take his own::
Betting on Death: He loaded up on the hand guns. Two at his hips and two
shoulder holdersr and opted for the shot gun. "Fuck I'm a do with that" He
mumbled to himself seeing the gernade launcher . Hurrying to drive he decided
to hop the jeep . Using
Betting on Death: his phone on the ride just as he said. Reading over a
Cantonese/English dictionary -d-
ThiaDuShane: ::she peeled out of the parkinglot barely moments after Oz's
ass hit the seat, flooring it to catch up to Cullen before easing up and
pulling off to the side, parking where the bright red jeep would be harder to
notice from the
ThiaDuShane: street. She jumped out (it's an Evo, btw. No doors.) and jogged
down to the dock to help prep for launch::
LdyMariusRomanus: *Her visit to the storage trailer wouldn't take long,
things inside still as organized as she left them, having to make a quick
switch of clothing before she rolled out again, black jeans, black t-shirt,
tactical vest loaded with
LdyMariusRomanus: extra ammo clips, two sets of throwing knives, a holster
strapped to her right leg with a Glock all ready to go, another set of knives
strapped to the other side, finally a large black case was strapped across
her back, locking up
LdyMariusRomanus: the trailer and back on the bike, riding like a bat outta
hell to the boat slip to join up with the others, the roar of the bike
distinctive enough so they'd know it was a friendly rider* (d
Betting on Death: He'd hop out and follow them to the boat. Everyone was
all tactical. Ex military and what he? Right. A gambling translator. Shit.
"Zhè shì yào ta- ma- de xi- wo'men, wo' jiù yàosi'le." Simply shaking his
head -d-
CullenSMontoya: :: He waited until everybody was on board before nodding to
Thia, tossing her the keys. She was the tactical driving expert after all.
Moving to sit down at the side of the boat, he shouts out directions over the
sound of the motor,
CullenSMontoya: coordinating things with Khalia over the earpieces.::
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ThiaDuShane: ::she was already heading for the wheel when he tossed her the
keys. She twisted to catch them and got the boat started up, made sure they
were untied from the dock and anchor up if it had one. If not, vroom vroom!::
LdyMariusRomanus: *She'd jumped into the boat without a word, just a nod,
picking a seat and holding onto her case, quickly tying a black bandana over
snowy locks to hide them* (d
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ThiaDuShane: ::she motioned Ice toward the duffle she'd brought with her,
offering her her choice of gear that she'd lugged with her, including paint
and dark clothes::
Betting on Death: Oz was in the boat too. Strapped in. Listening for order
other wise trying to do a crash course language lesson... on other thought
let's not say crash right now -d-
LdyMariusRomanus: *White-blue eyes looked to Thia, a cold smirk crossing
lush lips, giving the large case an affectionate pat, then closed her eyes,
turing her focus inward to clear her head* (d
ThiaDuShane: ::thumbs up, then both hands returned to the wheel, following
Cullen's directions::
CullenSMontoya: :: The cargo ship quickly appears on the horizon, motioning
for everybody to get low just in case they had any guards watching their
perch. Signaling for Thia to cut the engine, they use the momentum to coast
up to the boat. It was
CullenSMontoya: time to run silent, communicating with the others through
hand gestures. Turning, he takes the rope (thank you Charlie Bronson) out of
the bag that was brought with them. A well practiced toss puts the grappling
hook around the
CullenSMontoya: railing, signaling to tell them that he was going up first,
then Ice, then Oz, with Thia bringing up the rear. Without waiting for
confirmation, he quickly scales the size of the cargo ship, making sure
CullenSMontoya: it is clear before hopping over the railing, gesturing for
them to start coming up.::
LdyMariusRomanus: *With the ship coming into sight she opened up that big
case, pulling out and speed assembling a rifle almost as big as she was,
attaching a scope and carry strap to the gun, slinging it over her shoulder
and across her chest,
ThiaDuShane: ::she steered silently through the water, getting them up close
along side the big cargo ship. She nodded at Cullen's signals, and watched
him go up, looking to the others and waiting her turn::
LdyMariusRomanus: getting it settled into place. Looks to Cullen, nod nod to
the signals, waiting for him to go up the rope first, pale fingers taking
hold of it to climb up the side at his direction, coming over the rail and
going to her belly, the
LdyMariusRomanus: rifle brought around onto a prop stand she flicked down
with one hand, covering them in one direction with Cullen getting the other*
(d
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Betting on Death: His eyes looked at Ice then to Thia a moment " Wo' huì si'
Sighing he took a deep breath to settle his nerves before he began to climb
the rope. Getting up and on the deck with the other two. Drawing one hand gun
out. Shot gun
Betting on Death: slung over his back -d-
ThiaDuShane: ::she spotted Oz, not knowing if this was his first ropeclimb
or not. Seeing him make it to the top, she nodded her approval, anchored the
boat to prevent it from drifting, then climbed up the rope to join the rest::
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boqinhlau: * Things were quiet at first the helicopter had come and picked
up a girl they assumed was the one the boss wanted and sent her to him . The
other one was still sleeping in one of the bunk rooms, they didnt know they
had indeed sent
boqinhlau: the wrong woman and that the one they were now being boarded to
rescue was right there for the snagging. A ship phone rang and the captian
yelped then spoke rapidly in cantonese alerting the others to the fact they
were so dead when
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boqinhlau: they got to port. The nerves spread through the crew and they
started pacing the boat activity getting hightened it was only a matter of
time before the grappling hook was spotted and set off alarm*
CullenSMontoya: :: He saw everyone make it onto the ship, pressing his
fingers to his lips. Seeing the nervousness in Oz's eyes, he moves closer
with a playful grin.:: Don't worry, brother. Kaiser Sousa isn't going to jump
out and shoot you in the
CullenSMontoya: back of the head…:: He winks before ducking behind some
crates. Spotting one of the crewmen approaching, he slips out quickly,
wrapping his arms around the man's neck and silently choking him out. He
dragged the body behind a crate,
CullenSMontoya: lowering him down quietly before moving further on to the
ship.::
LdyMariusRomanus: *Gets off her belly into a crouch, a smirk crossing lush
lips as she heard Cullen whisper to Oz, moving after them and providing cover
with the large rifle, moving with measured steps to keep as silent as
possible* (d
boqinhlau: " Yun? Yun?" one of the men called out off his perch to the gaurd
that was supposed to be coming past and seeing he was missing he hit the bell
on the post near him" We got trouble!!!!!!!!"
ThiaDuShane: ::she grinned at Oz:: If you've never choked anyone out before,
there's one quick tip. Put your hand around your throat. In your palm is your
trachea. That's the trigger. Under your thumb is the carotid. Squeeze the
trigger, push
ThiaDuShane: the button. Done deal.
boqinhlau: * Large spot light starts sweeping the deck and along side the
boat, they spotted the small speed craft and started yelling shooting near
the boat not sure any one was off it yet but just in case some one remained.
Now actively
boqinhlau: looking for the intruders*
LdyMariusRomanus: *Hears the alarm go of, cursing under her breath* So much
for surprise, we need to move and fast. (d
Betting on Death: " Better then in my ass Gump style " He whispered back
"Then hearing Thia he smirked " You just told me to choke myself. I haven't
had to do that since ..like highschool " then the alarms." Ó, ma-"
CullenSMontoya: So much for the careful approach…:: He shakes his head,
feeling like he was really slipping.:: Go hot. :: His hand flashes to his
belly, drawing his Sig in the blink of an eye. Switching off the safety, he
flips a switch on the
CullenSMontoya: small flashlight, causing it to strobe in a very
disorienting kind of way. He steps out from behind a crate, firin at the
crewmen shooting at the boat.::
LdyMariusRomanus: Going hot, going dark. *Acknowledging Cullens order,
giving a heads up of her own, seeing the spotlight swinging around the deck,
turning her back on the strobe light to preserve her vision, taking careful
aim at the thing before
LdyMariusRomanus: sending a round, the sound of the gun like a thunderclap,
taking out the entire light housing and anyone standing behind it to use it*
(d
ThiaDuShane: We're busted! No time to sneak around now! ::Reaching behind
her back, she drew her hawks and dodged the searchlights as she moved
forward. Her first target was the man opperating the light itself, but seeing
the thing explode, she
ThiaDuShane: was freed to pick off the men fleeing the bright shower of
sparks. Blam! Blam!::
boqinhlau: * The sound of gunfire of course brings more guys and they got
automatic spraying the deck not caring who got hit their people or the people
having snuck on. The light went out and the man working it was dead*
Betting on Death: Oz drew a second gun. Safetys off , locked and loaded as
he took slow breath, steadying himself. He'd wait till that auto spray was
done before he'd raise up taking shots at anything moving that wasn't them
before ducking again -d-
LdyMariusRomanus: *Works the bolt, ejecting the spent casing, loading the
next round as she took cover against the spray of automatic fire. Peeks
around the edge of a container, looking to the ships sodium lights that could
light up the whole deck,
CullenSMontoya: :: Automatic gunfire was only a benefit when the person knew
how to use it. Moving with controlled, measured steps, he fires with
precision, making every shot count, using the trademark double-tap on
anything he could hit. But he
LdyMariusRomanus: making them her target, taking aim at the base electrical
box, sending another thunderous shot into it, making it explode. Work the
bolt, eject, slide the bolt, round chambered, next light stand, Boom!* (d
CullenSMontoya: wasn't simply trying to kill people, he was making his way
toward the cabin doors to start down into the interior of the ship. The
mission was to find D, not rack up a body count.::
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ThiaDuShane: ::anyone running away from Cullen and Ice's flush would run
right smack into Thia's line of sight. Anyone that got by her could be picked
off by Oz. She was pushing for the cabin door to follow Cullen down below::
Vulpis Carnival: [-peers-]
boqinhlau: *They had no such orders you killed them all or got killed all
except the captain his job was to get the boat to port so he wouldnt leave
the bridge. Wincing every time the guns went off. Shaking his head the one
woman was not worth
CullenSMontoya: (we are reenacting a scene from Usual Suspects. The link to
our SL's website is in several of our profiles. If you have any questions,
any one of us would be happy to answer them.)
boqinhlau: their whole take they would loose them all for one and it made
him angry. His voice went over the speaker to the other men or would have if
the electrical wasnt out. Cursing he had the bull horn out and yelled in
cantonese for them
boqinhlau: to cease fire to let them take the woman and go he wanted no part
of this madness*
xDawnxRodriguezx: [that is pretty much what it looked like to me, yeah lol.]
Betting on Death: (( I got it ))
Betting on Death: (( Took him to IMs))
CullenSMontoya: (fear the cripple! :: Flexes:: )
ThiaDuShane: (it's ALWAYS the quiet ones!)
CullenSMontoya: (ahem sorry)
LdyMariusRomanus: *She covered their entrance into the ship, being the last
one in with the big rifle as a deterrant to the ship crew, bringing up the
rear as Cullen took point* (d
LdyMariusRomanus: ( *kicks them IC with a sweet smile* )
CullenSMontoya: :: He took advantage of the chaos, slipping quickly into the
interior of the boat, keeping his gun out in front of him cautiously as he
checks his corners with an expert's precision. This is exactly what his
specialty was. Moving
CullenSMontoya: from room to room, he uses the light on his gun to check
each of them in search of D.::
ThiaDuShane: ::she heard the shouting on the bullhorn and ducked down,
looking back to Oz to see if he managed to catch any of it::
boqinhlau: * The men looked at the bridge angrily and took a few more shots
then stopped firing they were going to go " talk to the captian" about his
willingness to give up so easily so they didnt have long at all if they were
gonna do this
boqinhlau: unmolested(d
Betting on Death: "He's ordering... a cease fire .. I think ? " He said
shaking his head " Or... set them on fire .. I think the first one " -d-
LdyMariusRomanus: *hears Oz along with the stop in gunfire, glancing back to
them* Then lets haul ass while we can and not waste the pause. (d
CullenSMontoya: :: It didn't take long until he found the right cabin,
moving inside quickly. He searches in each of the beds until he finds D.::
Target. :: He calls out over his shoulder, and sliding his gun into the
holster before smacking D
Betting on Death: " He said something about copper head street walker sun
burn tan.. oh no wait. He said red head whore with dark skin. That makes
more sense " he said with a nod
CullenSMontoya: lightly on the cheek. Cursing under his breath, he yells
out.:: She's drugged out of her mind. Cover me, I'm bringing her out. :: He
tosses D over his shoulder, drawing one of his Pythons in his left hand as he
quickly makes his way
ThiaDuShane: ::she nodded:: Especially if it turns out to be the other
one... ::she hurried into the cabin, gun at the ready, catching up to Cullen
and giving him the cover he needed so he'd have both hands free::
CullenSMontoya: back to the ship, using his hand to keep her across his
shoulders.::
LdyMariusRomanus: *Okay, she was going to get Oz a fucking Rosetta Stone
when they got home, following them deeper into the ship till they found the
right room. She was covering the rear on the way in so she took Point on the
way out* Then lets move!
LdyMariusRomanus: *Going forward with the rifle covering the halls, checking
corners quickly before moving on, retracing their path back to the main deck*
(d
Betting on Death: Try learning Cantonese in an hour . He followed suit.
Moving with the rest of them up and out of the cabin heading back for the
ship -d-
boqinhlau: *gun shot in the bridge and a cheer, the men were about to start
coming back out any minute now but it was mostly that they all couldnt fit
back out the door at once that held them up*
ThiaDuShane: ::she brought up the rear again, turning to walk backwards
every couple steps until they reached the stairs. She heard the gunshot::
Double-time it! I think they changed their minds!
LdyMariusRomanus: *Then he could have the App to learn it in half an hour!
The gunshot reached her ear, turning towards the bridge* Shit, move move
move! *Swings the rifle up to the bridge, sighting a the door to the outside,
sending a round into the
LdyMariusRomanus: open doorway and into whoever was trying to be first out
the door, giving them something to stumble over while they tried to move with
D in tow* (d
CullenSMontoya: To the boat. Go go go! :: He was right behind him, moving
quickly with the unconscious D across his shoulders as he moves straight
toward the railing. This was going to be interesting.::
ThiaDuShane: ::she had the keys. She just hoped they hadn't plugged any
holes into the boat. Reaching the hope, she grabbed it and fairly well slid
down it like a rock climber. Key slammed into the ignition and the engine
roared to life. She
ThiaDuShane: turned to haul up the anchor::
boqinhlau: *The first ones went down some ducked the others tripped over the
ones in the door it was a total cluster F they would go down in the henchmen
fail hall of fame at this rate. Some tried to return fire but were way off
with them not
ThiaDuShane: reaching the ROPE*
boqinhlau: able to get clear shot*
LdyMariusRomanus: *Pulls back the bolt, eject the shell, chambers the round,
sends another shot into the open doorway, adding to the confusion before
taking off at a sprint after the others, scooting over to the back of the
cargo ship for a nice
LdyMariusRomanus: extra piece, pulling out a bit of fishing line from her
tactical vest, shouldering the rifle to free both hands, pale fingers pulling
down the ships EPIRB rescue becon off it's mount, tying the line to it, then
to the base of a rail
LdyMariusRomanus: support, dropping it down into the water so it'd go off,
giving the Coast Guard a distress signal to track, then darted back for the
roap down to the ship, pulling the rifle back around to cover the others so
they could get D off
LdyMariusRomanus: the ship* (d
CullenSMontoya: :: He shakes his head with a look of frustration.:: The
things I do for this club…:: With D still across his shoulders, he climbs
over the railing to repel down to the boat with just one hand. His feet hit
the deck hard before
CullenSMontoya: passing D off to one of the others as he doubles over to
catch his breath.:: Go! :: He looks around at the damage done to the boat.::
Dawn's gonna fucking kill me…
boqinhlau: * no one left to really chase them all injured or dead and
trapped in the bridge the coast gaurd would have a heck of a night when they
got here what with all the half naked mostly drugged LA women and dead crew
to find*
Betting on Death: Oz was slipping down the rope as well when he was givien
the chance. Moving to strap in. " Nah... she's rich. " -d-
ThiaDuShane: ::once everyone was strapped in, she reached over, kicked off
the cargo ship and gunned the engine. Pulling the speedboat away, she made a
big U-turn and headed home::
LdyMariusRomanus: *Thia down, check, Cullen down with D, check, Oz down,
check. She was last, shifting the rifle to it's spot across her back,
slipping over the rail to repel down to the speed boat, hitting the deck
hard* Clear!! (d
CullenSMontoya: :: Everybody would get back to the clubhouse in relative
safety. Phone calls would be made to any of the doctors to come check on D.
Once everything and everybody was safe and secure, Cullen made a phone call
to the number he had
LdyMariusRomanus: (And on that note, it's bed time for me!)
Betting on Death: ((Night))
CullenSMontoya: been given by Henry, leaving a message.:: So hard to find
good help these days, isn't it? :: He then hangs up.::
ThiaDuShane: (nighters!)
LdyMariusRomanus: (Nigh nigh guys, I had a blast!)
CullenSMontoya: (Yeah. This is a good place to stop things anyway.)
CullenSMontoya: (Night)