GM: Yelmalio
Players: Dalton, Watson, Thog, Pulse
Synopsis: A Crimson Smoke lieutenant interrogates the gym members for info about their bounty.
Date: Sun May 23 20:09:58 2070
Watson squares herself off in front of a punching bag, then stands sidelong in front o fit, like she were posing in front of a mirror. Then she raises her arms in front of her, fists balled up tightly and shaking. She dips her head down like she's going to charge and begins to assault that poor, defenseless bag with a series of punches and kicks that look like that might hurt. She's clearly no slouch, but there's a certain feeling to the way she's moving that makes one think she's not taking the punching bag thing very seriously.
DB Dix starts doing sets. It's a pyramid scheme, starting with twenty reps, set the bar down, then eightteen, and so on. By the time he finishes the last step sweat is beading his forehead and chest.
Crimson Smoke steps through one of the large steel doors opens and enters the gym.
Crimson Smoke has arrived.
Watson is standing at a punching bag, taking advantage of its docile nature and punching and kicking it steadily. She's sweating and panting, so it looks like she's been at it a while.
Dalton sits on a workout bench, doing curls with some dumbells, though his expression is less than enthused like most of the jocks in here, he seems just to be struggling to not give up and leave.
At just past six o'clock in the evening few metas who are obviously members of one of the many gangs in the Warrens step in through the door. The gym regulars cast uneasy glances their way as the leader scans the room with sneering eyes while his cohorts stand some sort of guard. All four of them are heavily armed, pistols on display as well as a combat shotgun and two assault rifles, apparently not here to work out.
Pulling a slightly crumpled flimsy from his red, leather jacket the apparent leader, a human, steps aside, approaching gym goers and showing them the flimsy, demanding to know if they recognise the person in it.
Thog finishes the last step of the workout setting the bar up with only heightened respiration. Sitting up for a recovery he looks over his shoulder, "Want to try it? Good for working on definition." he rolls his shoulders before running his fingers over his short cropped hair.
Watson spares a sidelong glance at the heavily armed gangers in the gym. On normal occasion, this probably would just be par for the course in any Warrenz establishment. But in this particular gym, it's not a common thing. So she wipes the sweat out from under her eyes and lets the bag fall to rest.
Dalton lowers his barbell at the sign of the armed men, and then starts flipping on tattoos, cause well, when trouble comes you want to be ready. He doesnt do anything though, just waits for his turn to be asked if he has seen the person.
The two orks with assault rifles take spots either side of the doors, scanning their squinted eyes over the occupants slowly, keeping a watch of some kind, while the third with the shotgun follows the human around slowly, a few paces behind. For the time being, nobody else enters the gym from outside, while the human makes his way around. Giving the elf at the bags a lasciviously once over, a couple of times before demanding of her, "You seen this chick? Twenty kay for information, from Smoke himself." Then he thrusts the picture in her face to examine.
DB Dix gets that feeling, almost like an electrical current. His gaze looks towards the gangers everyone else is looking. Muttering to himself he stands up to let Koke take the bench if he would like. He pretends to mind his business while picking up a couple of five kg dumbbells.
Watson sniffs as she looks at the ork shoving the picture in her face; she even flinches when he gets too close to her. Still, she glances at the photo and shrugs. "Duh-duh-don't know her, chummer. Suh-suh-sorry." She swallows then, and leans back against the punching bag; but she forgets it's not solid and ends up falling on her butt when it sways out from under her.
DB Dix's attention looks towards the Orc speaking towards Kokemono. Then decides that he's better things to do then be target practice. He starts a standing curl with the five kilogram dumbbells, really it's likely more for helping elevate his heart rate.
«OOC» CrimsonSmoke says, "Oh by the way, you can't pose coming in from outside Pulse. They have a few more peeps out there, stopping that sorta thing."
«OOC» Pulse ahs. then mind if i pose coming in from above?
«OOC» CrimsonSmoke says, "Not at all."
In the gym: Two orks with assault rifles and ugly faces stand at the doors, one on either side. A human with a combat shotgun follows another human, a few paces behind. The human doing the talking has a flimsy and is showing it around the people in the gym, asking if anyone recognises the chica on it. After he finishes laughing at Watson on her ass he moves on.
Moving through several regulars on his circuit.
Pulse comes down from above. The big man is dripping wet, and just in his workout outfit… but he's also got a combat shotgun in his hands. There's a foul look on his face as he exits and stares at the gangers.
Watson turns a bright shade of red as she embarasses herself by slipping and falling on her rear. She crosses her trembling arms under her chest and turns her head to the side indignantly as she's laughed at and decides to just sit right there, watching the gangsters.
The human with the flimsy passes Pulse with nary a second glance, and a bare wave in his direction. The human with the shotgun pauses and waits however, staring at the other man with a shotgun. The human gets to Dalton, pauses, giving the man a queer look before offering the flimsy far more politely, and asking, "Seen this chica? Twenty kay for anyone who can tell us where she is."
Dalton looks at the picture a moment, giving it enough attention, then shakes his head "Sorry, as much as I need the cash, I don't recognize the girl."
Pulse stares back at the other man with a shotgun, then shrugs a bit. He glances around a moment to see if anyone's hurt, but he's already talking towards Watson to give her a hand, turning his attention away from the other gunman.
The human takes a second look at Dalton and then grins, "Alright, well if you see her, you lemme know." Then he's moving on, minus his personal guard now, getting around to the heavy lifters. "Alright tuskers, you tell me if you seen this chica, I'll slot you twenty kay, right here. On Smoke's honor." He flashes the flimsy around, giving Thog a decent look.
Dalton takes a breath that he seems to have been holding, shaking his head slightly and reaching for a towel to rub at the back of his neck, he tries to act casual about it, but still keeps an eye on the activity of the gangers in the room.
CrimsonSmoke pages: It's an ethnic Indian (from India) woman. If you've ever seen Plum (Anjali) roll int vs TN 4.
Watson snifs and looks up as Pauly comes over to help her up. She's still blushing, but a smile opens over her quivering lips. She holds out her trembling hand to him. "Huh-huh-hey, Pauly." She says in a hoarse voice. "Wuh-wuh-what's up?"
The shotgun wielding human maintains his staring contest with the Pulse. He's nowhere near as imposing, but he is wearing armour, and shotguns don't rely on a person physique, after all. Following the big armed man around.
DB Dix lets the weights hang at his thighs then shakes his head, "Nope," though he's genetically a tusker, rather a trog he lacks the dental workings of such. He even sounds educated, "For twenty kay, I'd remember, but I haven't seen the person before. I'll keep an ear open though."
Pulse turns to look back at the shotgun wielding human. "Relax, friend," he says, quietly. "I'm not going to cause any trouble. You Smokes are welcome here, long as you don't shoot anyone."
He then looks down at Watson and holds a hand down to the woman- the other still holding his shotgun, but it's not pointed at anyone. "Was going to ask you the same thing, beautiful," he says quietly, holding his arm down to her. "What's going on here?"
"Thuh-thuh-The Smoke is looking fuh-fuh-for some skank." Watson says as she pulls herself up on Pulse's hand. "Offering tuh-tuh-twenty grand… if you cuh-cuh-can believe it. Must have a ruh-ruh-real good reason tuh-tuh-to find her for that kind of muh-muh-money." She lets out a long, quivering breath and leans against Pulse because she's apparently exhausted from working out; at least that's her story.
The human ganger with the wannabe refined attitude nods back to the others who reply in similar tones. "Alright, well you nknow where to find the Smoke." Then he turns back and shrugs to his boys, heading over towards the Pulse, apparently to make the same offer to him, still dangling the crumpled flimsy.
Dalton remains on his bench, slinging a towl over his shoulder and watching the gangers as they interrogate the gym.
Thog returns to curling the five kilogram dumbbells while trying to keep an eye on all of the people with guns, they make his pay check, but he doesn't want to be his own customer.
Pulse squeezes Watson and looks over to the human ganger as he appraoches, now releasing the girl to take the paper and look it over.
Pulse looks on the sheet. "Woman looks a little familiar. Might have gotten a blowjob from her at one of the pitfights." He passes it back to the man. "Try down at the collesium, maybe? I mean, it's Sinners territory- hell, maybe she works for them. I don't know. Can't remember much except those eyes- guess the blowjob sucked."
The ganger chuckles as he takes the picture back, "A blowjob huh? Well, if she's there the Sinners will turn her in for the cash sooner or later, I'm sure. If you do get another blowjob form her, be sure to remember where and tell us. Hate to see this place crumble around your ears again Mr. The Pulse." with that said, he folds the flimsy up into his jacket and turns to head out, taking his heavies with him.
Watson looks sidelong up at Pulse, blushing at the use of such bawdy language. "I'm shuh-shuh-sure you've had… buh-buh-better?" There's a certain, mischievious and knowing lilt to her voice as she says it. Then she parts from Pulse then, giggling to herself and goes back to the punching bag, sensing that the gangers have gotten all the answers they're going to get.
Dalton remains quiet, though his aura is not very calm, despite his masking, he is working hard to keep himself in check. Its not visible to mundanes, but his aura is conflicted at the moment, despite the masking.
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