-Gin- -SEAbN/DFC- I want to Live, I want to Love But it's a long, hard rode out of Hell -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to ALL: -she sat within the booth in the back off the bar...occasionally she glanced at the clock on the wall behind the bar...the cigarette in her finger slowly smouldering assmoke rose in a wavering grey mist to joinin with the cloud of it that constantly hovered like a miniature version of La smog over the bars customers...the sheet metal paneling of the walls had been repainted..hung with various throw back posters and playbills..the jukebox played something that reminded her of a cat in a blender with a mournful death wish...some early american sixties balad of hippy revolution and drug induced rioting against the establishment...it was odd to her that she had become so far removed from the western civilzation that she had been raised in..as if it had truely died with her first life..and the Second Breath had recreated her into a true daughter of the Golden Court..she was awaiting the arrival of the kin-jin representative of the giovanni family...just another blood sucking waste of time in her mind..but ...she was under orders...with the bone flowers betrayal of her Wu..these shit jobs fell to her..to meet and greet and do the whole..welcome to our home and watch your step you stupid scum sucking fuck or we will turn you around and send you home in a hoover...she had little love loss for the kin-jin..not after what she had gone through in her first life..but who knew..this one might not be a complete assdiver...so for now..she ordered another bourbon and waited for the bastard to show- (15:58:54 ) -= Vita Dopo la Morte =- Leontas della Passaglia SEAbN-DFC -Vehicle- -is in their car/motorcycle/taxi/cycle- says to ALL: The craft had landed over an hour ago, though I was in no hurry to do the meet and greet with the locals. While the little peons had their uses, I would much rather enjoy a fine night of the opera, it was one place in which a person could meet many people of true influence, as well as taste and refinement. The local trash was beneath my notice, unless it came to the heroin in which they were filling their veins with. Quite a lucrative business drugs were; there was always someone willing to purchase your product. The tall man moved from the airport, always dressed for success as the Armani suit hung nicely about my build. I stopped and allowed Giles to place my things into the trunk of the Mercedes, waiting until he opened the door for me I got in, the door shut behind me and off we went. I could not truly express the wealth possibilities of the community, everything was being made in Japan and Korea, why not move the market into the southeastern corner of Asia, soon enough, the USA would become dependent on everything imported and exported. (16:04:56 ) | Iniquitous Charme | | Khiandra Diomidis | | SEAbN-DFC | -Apartment/Home- -is within their apartment/home- says to ALL: -The apartment she’d rented by the monthh was cozy if not small, it had running water, which she supposed was a good thing, and two rooms containing the bedroom with a small shower/toilet as what could be called an ensuite and the living area which held an alcove as a kitchen. It wasn’t that bad, the only decent furniture was the couch and table, the cabinet which housed the television was a dark wood, though if she was asked to name it, she couldn’t. She remembered the conversation with her mother before she came out here, that there would be a place she could stay, using their connections, and well she was an adult now and would rather have made her own way rather then using connections like such. It was a fight for both of them, but in the end her mother understood why and that this was more of a trip to find out more about her. She’d made a list the night before of what she wanted to do when her shift at the local university café was over. She sighed softly and picked up the remote and began to flick through the channels, there wasn’t much that she was interested in and left it running some sitcom as she ran her fingers over the balls of her feet. Having signed up a few days ago for the dance class, it wasn’t as advanced, as she liked, but until she found something else suitable, it was a good way to keep herself flexible and limber. Stretching back, she pulled the maps of the city out and wondered where she would go that day, she’d seen a few places, yet nothing inspired her or even made her think twice, surely this place had somewhere to sate the soul of information and delight. The television in the background was soothing in a sense as she finally placed her bare feet to the carpet and pushed up from the couch, small steps carried her to the window. Pushing it open and leant out, when she’d first seen the apartment she felt it would serve the purpose it. The view from the second story was of every other building and she watched the traffic on the streets below, a game she enjoyed trying to think of what each of them was doing, where they came from and what they did for a living. She chuckled quietly as she leant against the window sill and arched lightly, the cotton pants were slightly clinging but loose enough for any type of movement and the light color of blue to the t-shirt she wore over was comfortable, and she had no real desire to go out just yet.- (16:14:37 ) -Streetlight Shaman- Kill.Me.But.Promise.To.Do.It.Slowly -Gin- -SEAbN/DFC- I want to Live, I want to Love But it's a long, hard rode out of Hell -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to ALL: -she looked again to the clock..she woulld wait..it was not as if she had not already cleared her business with the dens tonight..taken stock of the Wu's holdings with the prostitution and drugs within the Tongs they controlled...the papers were filed..she had nothing else left to do tonight save return to the Pagoda and meditate and train..so for now...she relaxed back into the long seat..one hand lifted to rest to the back of it..she was dressed casually tonight..a pair of heeled black leather boots over which the slightly tattered cuffs of the tight fitting jeans rested..the waistband sat obscenely low on her slender hips..her stomach..flat..hard was bared...showing the dragon inked into her flesh that vanished well into the jeans but the top showed..its head and wings..claws opening across her muscled stomach...her top consisted of nothing but a long sleeved mesh top..black electrical tap in small X's over her nipples...the tiger inked over her left breast visable..as well as the thin scar that ran between her breasts and lightly over them..not unlike an autopsy scar...two smaller hole like scars one on the upper left shoulder and the other lower above the right hip visable from old gun wounds..she had pondered cutting her hair again but left it long for now..in many braids and dred locks..her nails cut short and bare of color..she was..in dress a bit typical of her dharma..but she was still slightly understated for it...perhaps it was the draw of the monks..her affinity with them that did it...she was as comfortable naked as she was in a monks robes..about her left wrist rested the mala..prayer beads which never left her...the mingled sandalwood and jade beads were well worn...but the jade around her neck was not..is was sharp..clean and bright..deep almost black green and crimson with a tiny pendant of a snalring tiger hanging from the beads..some mistook her for one of the Tigers...but that was..she was sure..only because she had been a slave to one when she breathed...she held to some of the edicts she had learned when in his grasp...to love pain...to not care of the death of others...but she did care..so it was something which gnawed at her...as did his mark..the kanji in korean for "possession" still inked deeply into her flesh just behind and blow her right ear...she exhaled a long breath of smoke...the music changing to another rock and roll ballad of loud raucus sounds..and she tapped her foot to it..feeling the subtle press of the colld metal of the gun in her lower back...it might not kill a kin-jin but it sure made them pause a moment when they got shot in the head..or better yet when they looked down and noticed their cock was a few feet back and their balls looked like something thrown out with yesterdays garbage...sheliked the way even an ancient kin-jin would scream with that one....but for now..she would play nice..and wait for this one..to see how he behaved...make her report..andleadhim to his family home..the word was he was a new replacement for the last one who had an unfortunate accident..which meant he ended up tasting his own ass the logn way round...stupid westerners...of course...she was part western..but she rarely admitted to it now...something long gone...so now she tapped ashes off..listened to the dull drone of conversation around her coming from the others of her kind..the few shifters and the mortals who occupied the bar and waited- (16:19:23 ) -= Vita Dopo la Morte =- Leontas della Passaglia SEAbN-DFC -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to ALL: The trip had been short enough; Giles was silent as always I might have wondered at this if I had not known the reason for such a thing. He was still human when I had done it, he had a debt with Me, and I took it out in trade. Removing the tongue before I took him as a ghoul, the driver didn’t need to speak to be able to serve; indeed it was a debt that Giles would likely spend the rest of his un-life paying for. Brown eyes clashed against the world outside of the Mercedes as my finger pushed the power window down, taking in the sites to help adjust to the new area. Slowly the car came to a stop and Giles put it in park, still I looked out the window not so much as a tourist, simply as a man would look on the things he would soon come to own. Money and power were always the name of the game. Giles stepped from the car and came around, opening the door for me. Suede loafers touched the ground once more as I stepped out of the Mercedes. I didn’t speak to Giles; I simply adjusted the tie and moved on, the sleek midnight blue suite shifted along with me. One could always tell Armani simply by the look, and those who couldn’t, were not worth listening to. (16:28:02 ) -Streetlight Shaman- Kill.Me.But.Promise.To.Do.It.Slowly -Gin- -SEAbN/DFC- I want to Live, I want to Love But it's a long, hard rode out of Hell -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -= Vita Dopo la Morte =-: -and those who were seated within...the man who worked the door...you stood out..not like a sore thumb but like a thumb painted bright purple and run over by a steam roller...there were no suits int his bar...it was a dive by most standards...the floor was..well there had been a floor at one time beneath the layers of ashes..dirt..sweat and blood mixed to make a lovely patina of tile now...the bar was dingy...flickering signs behind it..the smell of sex..blood..sweat..and death pervaded the bar...it was old..it had survived the war..and been redone forthe modern era...it had old barely moving ceiling fans..thread bare seats at tables that had seen better days and swayed like drunken whores looking for a quickie towards every crotch that settled before them...the drinks were not watered down..the mortal bartender knew better than to stif the ones who used this bar...as did the owner...you appearence caused a minor ripple..the doorman stopping you with an arm in your path as he pointed to the sign to disarm and leave all weapons at the door..another stating no use of anything against the patrons of the bar..the gist easily understood..for any who were in the know..this was in the western tongue..an elysium...no powers to be used against one another..no weapons..but that didn't always hold..this was not new york..not la...this was vietnam..and the rules were broken..bent..and burned alive at times...if you refused to open your coat for visial inspection the guy would frisk you...he was either a mutant or the largest asian known to mankind...picked for this job because he didn't mind eating his young...once you did as asked...he would point to the back of the bar..your meeting was not private to those in the know...and she had made sure to let the owners know that she was expecting a suit and tie tonight..so not to kill it and let it in...the faces that turned towards you were mixed..a few american..mostly asian..all either in some form of anger..or indifference...and only..out of the thirty or so...five of them being mortal...the rest were so not mortal it all but screamed it...in here..you could be what you were..no facade needed- (16:33:59 ) | Iniquitous Charme | | Khiandra Diomidis | | SEAbN-DFC | -Apartment/Home- -is within their apartment/home- says to ALL: -There was a breeze that drifted the sceent of food into her small apartment and she shook her head lightly against the tease of it and drew back from the window. Turning she glanced to the table and strewn across were maps of the city and historical information. It was like her to learn as much as she could about where she was, and she would go out on foot that night, just down the street to the local shops, she knew some of them already but it was still something new to her. The sound from the television drew her attention as she moved the small space across to the kitchen; it held a small bar type fridge, which had the few necessities within it to survive. Still watching the man and woman fighting on the screen, she leant against the counter and ran her right hand through the short length of dark hair. It hung down to her shoulders, and layered here and there, it suited and was easy to manage when she was in her lessons, and in the café. Emeralds glittered lightly before she reached up and drew down one of the un-chipped mugs and held it in her hands, hot chocolate for the night would be a good start and then she would slowly finish unpacking the meager belongings she’d brought with her. If she needed anything else, she could buy it on the wages she earned, that and the tips she seemed to get from the students and some of the academic staff. There were rumors here and there, some had warned her of going out late at night, in the deepest of dark and she shrugged her shoulders quietly, she could take care of herself and with a light sigh. She wondered on the nightlife, if there was somewhere she could go and let loose slightly, one of the guys she worked with had told her of some place within the campus that the students went to at night. She’d brushed him off as she was used to doing, not for the sake of not liking him. But, he wasn’t her taste and she still didn’t know what that was. Still musing, she turned and rested her hip against the counter as she ran the cold tap, rinsing the mug, she let the water overflow before she reached for the kettle, filling it before turning the tap off. She moved the one step that was needed to the plugs and she pressed the prongs into the electric circuit and placed the mug beside the now seated kettle. It would boil slowly and she reached for the small canister of hot chocolate and the spoon, she filled the mug with four spoonfuls, yes chocolate was the heart of any soul she reckoned before dropped the canister back to it’s place. The fridge door swung open with a press of her toes to the rubber seal that held it closed, bending she drew the small liter bottle of milk out and filled the mug halfway before re-closing the lid and placing the milk once more in the fridge. The time it took her to do this wasn’t long and she listened to the hiss of boiling water before the kettle switched off and she filled the mug to the rim with the boiling water. The steam cascaded over her face and brought sheen of moisture to her cheeks. The condensation liquefying and with a smile, she stepped back with the mug in her hand and the spoon stirring lightly as she wandered back into the lounge. The tv was still blinking with the change of screens and she flicked it off before dropping the remote once more onto the couch and she took a small sip of the hot chocolate and wandered into the bedroom. She’d unpacked only the bare essentials. Pj’s, tooth brush and bathroom essentials, and the clothes she’d worn for the last few days. Still there were two more suitcases to unpack and the wardrobe was half filled. Maybe she’d brought too much but in her own defense what she brought was only a 100th of what she actually had at home. Musing quietly as she kicked the suitcase to the side, she moved to sit on the bed, more like lounge as she shifted back and leant the upper part of her back to the wall and her feet before her, legs bent as she sipped at the mug again, enjoying it before she got down to the heavy work of unpacking and packing away.- (16:39:39 ) -= Vita Dopo la Morte =- Leontas della Passaglia SEAbN-DFC -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -Streetlight Shaman- -Gi: The dark sandy brown hair was short cropped, yet with enough left to allow a bit of styling should I wish it. For now it was combed forward in a Caesar style. Brown eyes considered the man for a moment as I was stopped, fingers working and gripping each a side of the suits front, pulling the sides apart to the simple white yet stylish dress shirt and turning for his benefit. I carried no weapons, I needed none. I went straight to the bar, the walk much as if I owned the place already, confident as the ever charming grin tugged upon the lips of my ruggedly handsome features. I was made for a suit, it not only complemented me, but it seemed to be the same as my flesh, the dark color only seeming to bring out more of my slightly paled completion. I didn’t even seem to notice the others, the place was a dump, and unfit for a meeting for a figure of such importance as my own, thin lips moved as I spoke. Scotch I waited a moment as impassive eyes watched as the drink was made, my head nodding to the table in which I had been directed to and then I left, the walk was a consistent thing, it was simply the way I moved. Confidence in everything I did, there was no time for second guessing ones self in My line of work, such was life, kill or be killed, and I was a killer. The grin continued to play upon my lips as even though I paid no attention, one could tell of the types in the bar, you saw them all the time, the dredges of life. I could of, slipped back into a more basic nature of what I was, but there was none, even in the darkest corner of the world, I was Giovanni. (16:50:35 ) -Streetlight Shaman- Kill.Me.But.Promise.To.Do.It.Slowly -Gin- -SEAbN/DFC- I want to Live, I want to Love But it's a long, hard rode out of Hell -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -= Vita Dopo la Morte =-: -she watched you as you entered...her odddly coloredeyes narrowed..the azure and gold of then darkened a bit as she read you...gauged you..she had not been a soldier...a thug..a killer or anything so glamourous in her first life...she had been a teen age runaway junkie...nothing but a street discarded nothing..a child living one moment to the next in flop houses and curbs...stealing or doing what she had to do to get her next fix...the faded track marks still reminded her of what she had once been...but she had become so much more than that..now..she was a dragon..a protector....a decadent wild creature of heaven and hell...elegant..base..grace and filth....she was everything that an animal was supposed to be...andshe watched you like so much prey...it might be odd for you..for most kin-jin...they had that whole thing..not to "embrace" the truely young..and there sitting in that booth was a woman child...she looked as if she could have been no more than at the long end of her teens...maybe seventeen..eighteen if she was lucky...but there was an odd animal like feel to her..something far older that inhabited that pale skin..she exuded something that drew others in...freedom...laughter..her laughter was infectious..her lust for life..for everything living...but right now she simply watched you move to the bar..order your drink then head towards her..she graciously kicked a chair out from the opposite side of the table towards you as you neared..note..she did not offer a seat near her sides..she wanted you no where that close to her..she didn't know if you were even wirth her time yet....despite what the Ancestors had spoken...shewould follow orders...but she was after all the proverbial black sheep of the family....she did do things outside of what she was told now and then...more often than nnot..and if you proved to be too much of threat to her kind..wanted to try and rework the original deal that had been in place since they had let the damn kin-jin work this shore..or had too much cock happy thoughts...she'd enjoy finding out what your flesh tasted like..she didn't speak at first..opening a silver cigarette case and offering it towards you..the french cigarette easy to come by in danang..she prefered camels but the tax right now was annoying...and the shipments had not come in on time yet- (17:02:16 ) -= Vita Dopo la Morte =- Leontas della Passaglia SEAbN-DFC -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -Streetlight Shaman- -Gi: Brown eyes met your own unflinching as I leaned down, looking at the kicked out chair. I took a moment to brush it off with my hand and then wiped the dust free with my other hand. I did not bother to study you, you were simply a messenger, and barely worth my own time. Underneath the grin that seemed cemented upon my thin lips, and the rugged features remained as always, the gaze of a cold and calculated individual. The sides of the suite fell open once more as I sat down, I hadn’t bothered to redo the buttons, and I rather liked the way at times the wind of my movements would cause the sides to flair out occasionally. I sat straight in the chair, pushed back just slightly from the table so I was not constricted by its mass. My hands came up, forearms resting upon the edge of the table just above the elbows, keeping them carefully off the table, manners were a simple thing. Fingers pushed into each other forming a slight temple of thought while brown eyes never left your own through all of this, the silence that hung about my form was deafening. (17:07:20 ) -Streetlight Shaman- Kill.Me.But.Promise.To.Do.It.Slowly -Gin- -SEAbN/DFC- I want to Live, I want to Love But it's a long, hard rode out of Hell -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -= Vita Dopo la Morte =-: fine..no small talk then..-her voice was an odd thing..soft..melodic..exotic in its flavor...it held a blending of the crispness of the Courts..and the lyrical tones of one more accustomed to the mountains...and a touch of something almost french behind it..she plucked a new cigarette from the case for herself..lighting it in a single smooth moiton as she relaxed back into the booth once more and returned your look-...first things first..do not mistake me for some peon you can dismiss without common curtesy senore della Passaglia...if i were such you would be speaking to a sack of breathing meat and bones and nothing more..you are not..and thus some manner of decorum is to be expected...are we perfectly clear on that?..-no..she was no pissant..no babe in arms either obviously despite her appearence..and she most certainly did not speak as someone who was nothing but a numbers runner or a typical messenger boy-..now..that aside...how was your flight into our country? (17:14:18 ) -= Vita Dopo la Morte =- Leontas della Passaglia SEAbN-DFC -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -Streetlight Shaman- -Gi: My gaze was unwavering, there was no emotion behind it, nor did I comment on your tirade. Often enough I found that those beneath me found it pleasing to try and boost their own status to be equal or greater then my own. The thin lips parted slowly as I spoke. Most pleasant indeed. My head nodded ever so slightly, nothing of my body moved aside from my lips. I arrived some hours ago, soaking in the … culture I finally spoke the last word with a bit of distaste upon my lips, nor did I bother to keep my voice down. (17:20:06 ) | Iniquitous Charme | | Khiandra Diomidis | | SEAbN-DFC | -Apartment/Home- -is within their apartment/home- says to ALL: -The steam drifted and wafted over the mmug as she took another sip of the hot chocolate before lowering it down on the side table next to the double bed. The bedspread was her own, it was dark blue with a hint of a red stripe running horizontal on it near the top and a second line ran down the left side. She ran her fingers over it lightly before she moved to the right and drew the smaller of the suitcases up and bounced it flat before her. it was the lesser of two evils, she for the life of her couldn’t remember what else she had packed, so this would be like Christmas all over again as she ran her fingernails over the zip, the sound gave her the shivers yet her cheeks flushed just a bit. And without further adieu, she unzipped the zipper, sliding it back to the side and behind the suitcase. She paused before she flicked the lid up and smiled. The depths of green greeted the various arrays of clothes; she had packed several running shoes as well and they were the first to come out of the suitcase. Dropping them to the floor she finally pulled out the rest of the clothes. One of the maids at the house had packed after she’d told them what she wanted, so they were in neat piles which was a blessing in disguise. Who knew what state they would be in if she had had to pack by herself? A curse on the life she led when her father had been alive, there were many lessons he taught her, and one of them was to be independent, and she was trying to do this and the slight frustration could be seen every now and then on her brow. She was a bit frightened of being here alone, but that came and went like the sun setting and rising. It depended on the mood she was in. Finding the silence deafening she pushed up and once more she was standing, taking the empty suitcase with her, she stepped from the bedroom back into the lounge area and dropped the case with the other one she had unpacked a few days before. Leaning over the back of the couch she grabbed the remote once more and turned the television back on and began to roam channels again, until she found one she liked. It wasn’t the type of music she liked or even wanted, but it broke the silence somewhat as the volume turned down a few notches and she stretched slightly. Muscles fell back into place and kinks in her back vanished before she lowered her arms and sighed. She’d need to go get some food soon, but it could wait another hour or two.- (17:26:15 ) -Streetlight Shaman- Kill.Me.But.Promise.To.Do.It.Slowly -Gin- -SEAbN/DFC- I want to Live, I want to Love But it's a long, hard rode out of Hell -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -= Vita Dopo la Morte =-: how delightful...-she smirked a bit...looking around she was part of the culture you sneered at..and you had best get used to it and fast-.....then lets get down to business...you and your family have been allowed to run your business here...to continue the import and export business within the constrictions placed upon them by the Golden Courts....you continue to do as your..-she paused a moment..waving the cigarette in the air a bit-...predecessor did..and everything will go smoothly....try and renegotiate and we will run you and your little misbegotten family out of asia faster than you turn to dust on a nice sunny day...are we perfectly clear on that? (17:33:31 ) -= Vita Dopo la Morte =- Leontas della Passaglia SEAbN-DFC -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -Streetlight Shaman- -Gi: I am far from the fool that my predecessor was, I assure you. As long as the Golden Courts keep to their end of things, all shall work fine. The speech was smooth and without hesitation. Brown eyes studied you for a moment longer as I leaned back slightly in the chair. There is no gain in such an endevour That was the simpliest way to lay it out, there was nothing to be gained at an attempt on the other, indeed I had an unending life in which to play the downfall of such a limit. (17:37:09 ) -Streetlight Shaman- Kill.Me.But.Promise.To.Do.It.Slowly -Gin- -SEAbN/DFC- I want to Live, I want to Love But it's a long, hard rode out of Hell -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -= Vita Dopo la Morte =-: good..then now that that part is settled....i have the..-again she paused..attempting to be as..diplomatic as she could..you did not seem to be..utterly disgusting..not yet anyway-...pleasure of being your guide for the evening and taking you to your families estate....so if you are done with your drink..we can get on with it....i have a feeling you have no desire to spend any more time in my presence than i do in yours..-she rose and moved out from behind the table..a slight..slender sylph of a thing..she moved with an almost preternatural grace...fluid..unconcious...she drank down the rest of her drink setting the glass on the table and gestured to the door-..shall we? (17:44:22 ) -= Vita Dopo la Morte =- Leontas della Passaglia SEAbN-DFC -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -Streetlight Shaman- -Gi: I had not even touched the drink, it was a simple formality, something to give further pause to the situation as the chair slid back slightly. Slowly I stood up, a smile crossing my lips at your words. The pleasure is all mine I am sure. I spoke rather simply, taking a moment to brush myself off and re-button up the Armani suit. I turned and headed for the door, it did not bother me to turn my back to you. It was not that you might not be a danger to me, it was simply a matter of I was more then confident that I could kill you without much trouble. Outside stood Giles with the Mercedes, he had waited the entire time for me, the door was opened to the vehicle and I waited for you to slip in. (17:48:54 ) -Streetlight Shaman- Kill.Me.But.Promise.To.Do.It.Slowly -Gin- -SEAbN/DFC- I want to Live, I want to Love But it's a long, hard rode out of Hell -The Apocalypse Now- -reminiscent of Vietnam War bar / open SSanctuary to all Kuei-jin and westerns, no weapons allowed- says to -= Vita Dopo la Morte =-: -she moved along behind you...she could care less if you were scared of her or not...she called out to the bartender in vietnamese as she left..warm words exchanged before she slipped out...collecting another gun from the doorman..somehow she had managed to slip one past him...she slipped the other into the holster in the back of her waistband next to its twin and moved to the sidewalk..she arched a brow at the car..then shrugged..she moved to it...a subtle..almost nonexistant gesture given to those watching her..always watching her..she was not trusted..she slipped into the backseat of the car and lounged a bit waiting for you to get in- (17:57:43 ) -= Vita Dopo la Morte =- Leontas della Passaglia SEAbN-DFC -Vietnam- -is somewhere within the decaying lands of Vietnam- says to | Iniquitous Charme | | : If you will be as kind as to let Giles know where we are headed to I slid into the car, the suit moving perfectly with my frame as I spoke. I heard well what you had spoken to the bartender, Vietnamese was one of many languages I spoke fluently. Though I played it off, saving such a thing for when the time suited me the best to no longer do so. Right hand came up slowly, fingertips scratching lightly against the jaw line as I leaned back in the seat, making no motions to get close to you or the like. You simply were not my type, to young, uncouth though you tried to hide it in matters of diplomacy from near as I could tell, the place you had selected told me much about you. Giles returned to his driver’s seat and awaited to hear the directions, upon doing so he would start the car and drive, if not he would sit there in silence, it was not as if he had much choice in the matter. (18:02:01 ) | Iniquitous Charme | | Khiandra Diomidis | | SEAbN-DFC | : Leaves... (18:05:35 ) -Streetlight Shaman- Kill.Me.But.Promise.To.Do.It.Slowly -Gin- -SEAbN/DFC- I want to Live, I want to Love But it's a long, hard rode out of Hell -Vehicle- -is in their car/motorcycle/taxi/cycle- says to -= Vita Dopo la Morte =-: alright..do you wish to play tourist or get to the flesh and bone of the matter so to speak?..-she settled back..long legs pulled up as they tucked beneath her..a languid motion as she seemed to curl almost feline like against the door and stared at you-...i could show you the opera house..the theatre..unless you prefer the local darker scenes...i can have him swing by the bdsm club...or perhaps one of the strip clubs if that is more your speed...-she sneered slightly-...i personally prefer the opera house..la boheme is playing there currently..although i prefered it when they had tristan and isolde...i prefer the heavier melodies of that opera to the lighter if darker themes of boheme...what about you?..-she offered a smile before leaning forward..speaking to the driver and telling him to head to the main highway as nothing worth it was here or open righ tnow and she would let him know when to get off..she then leaned back and looked to you once more-