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Post by Giorgia on Apr 26, 2011 5:38:13 GMT -5
In the dark alley, suddenly a small whirlwind of air raised the dust and the dry leaves.
BONK!
Giorgia appeared out of nowhere and hit the concrete floor with her ass.
"Ouch!" she said, looking around herself with a confused look. "Where did I end up this time?"
She reached with her hand inside the big shoulder bag and pulled out the Glock gun. She didn't feel an immediate danger, but she was sure there was one nearby, otherwise her erratic and completely unreliable teleporting sense would not have delivered her in this place.
The night air was cold and quiet. There were no noises, except from some car engines very far. The alley was empty and anonymous.
Slowly, Giorgia standed up on her feet. It was very strange. Usually, her "bellyaches" were prone to deposit her in the middle of the mess: a vampire nest, a zombie-infested graveyard. Here, everything seemed quiet. Where was the trick?
Then she saw a little, red eye. And another one. Surveillance cameras. The alley was not so empty, and someone had seen her materializing from thin air. Very bad.
There were steps going down. And a sign at the base of the stairs: "UNDERGROUND".
Suddenly Giorgia realized where she was. Manhattan, New York. Outside the Underground Club. She had never been there before, but she knew what she was. Her Templar local coordinator, in Italy, had sent her a VIP pass, many months ago. "I don't need it" she had said. "I have no plans to go to New York". "Take it anyway" was his answer. "You never know".
Well, here she was. Dressed as a tramp, as usual, with little money in her pockets and no idea of why she was here. But The Great Jester In The Sky seemed to think that she was needed here.
Should I enter the club? Giorgia thought. Or wait here? Uncertain, she searched into her bag for the pass. Hoping that I have not forgotten it in Italy...
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Post by Toran Ravnsberg on Apr 26, 2011 9:41:01 GMT -5
Toran walked down through the street while smoking his cigarette. He took a small note from the pocket of his coat, looked at it and then around a bit.
It should be here somewhere… He said to himself. He took another drag of his cigarette before flipping it to the ground and stamping a bit on it.
He was used to the cold weather; he was from Northern Europe after all so it didn’t bother him much. As he got closer to his destination he heard the sound of dry leaves wavering in the wind. He slowly and as silently as he could, moved a hand under his coat and took a grip on the handle of his berretta. Too many times had he fallen for an ambush in some dark alley. He moved toward the alley where the noise had come from. He was dressed in black jeans, dark sneakers and a dark coat as usually. He had brown eyes and hair that was cut almost as short as they would in the army. He stood in front of the alley now and peered in, looking at the girl, then tilting his head slightly. He loosened his grip of his gun and moved his hand to take out his zip lighter and a small pack of cigarettes.
So… What are you doing here, this is The Underground right? Toran said with a northern European accent. He flipped the case of cigarettes over and gave it a few pats on the bottom until he got one out, he would then continue to light it and take a deep drag. He then blew a small circle and watched it slowly disappear as it flew away.
Ahh. Where are my manners, you want one? He said with a calm voice and held the pack of cigarettes out in the girl’s direction while smiling a bit.
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Post by Giorgia on Apr 27, 2011 3:59:06 GMT -5
Startled by the arrival of the stranger, Giorgia casually kept her hand on the Glock, lowering it inside the bag to make it less visible. Her mental gears automatically shifted to the English language. She had studied it at school, but she was not fluent.
"Mmm... no, thank you, I don't smoke" she said, examining the man. Probably he had a weapon under that coat. On the other hand, he was searching for the Underground. Probably he was not an enemy. Her Templar coordinator had explained that the customers of the club were all acolytes of the three secret societies. So the Gentlemen Agreement established by the Venice Council was surely enforced.
Why have I been sent here? Maybe someone needs me inside the club? Could be this man? Giorgia was thinking very fast. Oh, well, when in Rome... or in New York... just follow the river and see where it brings you.
"The sign says the club is here" she said, making a casual gesture toward the stairs. "Surely it's not easy to find by sheer luck, isn't it?"
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Post by Toran Ravnsberg on Apr 27, 2011 9:23:36 GMT -5
Ah I see, its good for the nerves though. Toran said with a small smile, hinting he had noticed that he might have startled her a bit and took another drag from his cigarette.
Thanks for the info, I've been looking for this place a while now. So why are you here? For business or pleasure, if I may ask. He said with a calm and polite tone of voice. He stuffed his pack of cigarette pack and lighter in under his coat again. A slight noise could be heard from under it, like a small chain. It was the chain that hanged from his Berreta with a cross, though of course it was hidden the small sound could still be heard.
She knew what The Underground, that means she must be a member of one of the three societies. He knew the regulations about starting fights and had no intension of doing it, he was curious though if she had. He didn't know who she belonged too after all.
He had not seen her walking the streets though, perhaps he had been lost in thought? She looked like a person that just arrived.
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Post by Laylei on Apr 28, 2011 10:46:15 GMT -5
"Ey! Ey! Stop the pushing, darlings, or I will make you all never see the inside of the club!" Laylei said as she held the front door clipboard in her hand up into the air. The crowd tonight was young, which included spoiled rich kids and snobby just starting out actors. So it was generally an annoying, loud, bitchy night.
As the crowd got more and more inpatient about waiting, Laylei's mood became more and more uncaring. "So help me jesus, Darlings. If I get pushed one more time I will have you all committee social suicide unwillingly! How ? Because I can! Now calm your selfs!"
The crowd calmed down slightly as they all formed the line once more. Everyone knew better than to be kicked out of Underground since it was so well known, there would be bound to be someone with a camera to take a picture of the incident.
So with that, Lay stood at the front of the door as she looked at a rather slutty dressed woman. "Name, I.D, and how much for a happy ending, Darling ?"
What ? Lay got bored on front door duty.
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Post by Giorgia on Apr 29, 2011 3:03:35 GMT -5
"Oh? Eh? Are you talking to me?"
Giorgia focussed her eyed on the woman. She was definitely at ease here. Ever more, she seemed to be in control. Surely she was the boss.
"My name is Giorgia " she said, searching inside her bag. "Giorgia Martini. I come from Italy. I should have... wait... I am sure it was here somewhere... no, this is the bus pass... my keys... where is it? Oh, found!"
She finally grabbed the Underground VIP Pass and pulled it out of the bag. "I did not expect to use it tonight... actually I did not expect to be here tonight... Well, here I am."
She smiled at the woman, realizing that she was wearing a simple jumpsuit with some stains and gym shoes. "Sorry if I am not at my best... don't know if there is a special dress code. I am affiliate with an English cultural society which studies medieval history... particularly the history of the Templar Knights... I am sure you have heard about them".
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Post by Toran Ravnsberg on Apr 29, 2011 14:52:45 GMT -5
Toran looked in the same direction as Giorgia and took another drag of his cigarette before flipping it on the ground and then proceed to stamp a bit on it. He seemed slightly interested but also had a small smile on his lips, almost as if he found the situation funny.
And I’m Toran Ravnsberg, I’m from Denmark. Here is my pass. The Knights Templar have also caught my attention from time to time. He said and took a rather large wallet from a pocket inside his coat. It did not seem to add up with his slightly rugged appearance.
He knew precisely where he had kept it. Toran didn’t like New York that much and had expected pickpockets all over, slightly paranoid perhaps but you could never be too sure, and so he had checked on it several times. He then took the pass out of the wallet and held it out casually though without seeming too arrogant.
Toran stuffed the pass into his wallet after having it checked and put the wallet in under his coat again.
I just hope it’s as good as good as they said it would be. He said to himself, it had been a long time since he had last been in a nightclub. It should be good way to relax and after his last assignment he really needed a small break.
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Post by Laylei on Apr 30, 2011 11:16:24 GMT -5
Lay just stared at Giorgia for a moment, eyebrow raised at the woman talked. Did Lay look like she asked for a life story ? Did she have 'tell me your troubles, feelings, and emotions!' scrawled across her forehead ? Last time she checked, she didn't. So Laylei just nodded slowly and handed back the VIP pass to the woman, moving her hands animatedly to get her in without having to hear the rest of this snooze fest. "Uh-Hu, that's fabulous, Darling. Welcome to Underground, I would delight you in my own Italian stylings, but I don't feel like it. So, Ciao puttana, get inside!"
With that she let a few others in, a man practically came with the other woman who blurted out his affiliation like it was candy. Did people really get that comfortable with just spewing out everything about the world ? Sure this was a sanctuary but there were regular folk here! Lay just shook her head and went back to door duty.
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Post by Toran Ravnsberg on May 12, 2011 6:50:35 GMT -5
Shall we go in? He said with a slight but friendly smile to Giorgia. I could really use a beer.
Toran didn't seem to wait for an answer though and went past Laylei at the door.
He went down the stairs and in through the door, giving a quick look over his shoulder just before entering to see if Giorgia was coming or not.
He had expected to be searched but he had also heard about the high amount of security, guess they were just really sure of themselves.
He had no intentions of starting trouble in any case, he was here to enjoy himself and get a drink or three. He let a hand run through his hair. Then opened the door.
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Post by Giorgia on May 13, 2011 8:45:31 GMT -5
Giorgia stared at the elegant woman who had examined her VIP pass.
"Puttana?" she murmured, frowning in disbelief. Probably the woman had some experience of Italian language, but surely not enough to realize that it was an heavy and gratuitous insult.
For a second, Giorgia was tempted to react. Maybe with a good punch on her nose. Or at least a nice slap.
Easy, girl she thought, closing her hands into fists. Probably it was unintentional. Starting a fight outside the club is not a good move, especially because Someone or Something wants me here. I need to discover why I have been sent here, and maybe I will find some answers inside.
"Non dubito che tu abbia una grande esperienza di puttane a buon mercato" Giorgia replied with her best smile, speaking very fast. Then she turned her back to the woman and trotted down the stairs towards the door kept open by the man called Toran.
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Post by The Count on May 13, 2011 16:03:56 GMT -5
TanukiIt was a rather cloudy beginning of the night, yet the rising moon, albeit not being a full one, didn't seem to have problems penetrating the slightly beclouded sky with its faint light. Given, one would be about threehundred feet above ground at this very spot, one could hear the rustling of the wind in the feathers of a quickly and otherwise silently gliding by black bird of unusually large size. Not unnaturally large... Just a mite unusually. Loosening his wings a bit from their tension the creature smoothly panned down and went for the ground. After passing one or two street lamps just above ground level it turned to the right and into a dark alley, just behind the nightclub. Just a few seconds later the sound of heavily flapping wings echoed from the high walls, soon followed by a sudden fall and faint footsteps. "Aa... Hate flying at night. Samui zo~!", Tanuki swore silently, right after his clothes pretty much emerged from his body. He didn't know why his clothes always changed with him. And frankly, he didn't care much. Holding his arms crossed in front of his chest while shudderingly rubbing his ellbows with the respectively other hand, he walked towards the end of the alley, while the last black feathers on his head changed into fuzzy black hair. Maybe the owner of the Underground even remembered him. He went here quite frequently but that was two... three... uh... some years ago. He wasn't even sure if he remembered the face of the owner, apart from knowing she was a woman. "Yay, folks!", he shouted to the people in line without even thinking about whether that counted as a greeting at all. He just got in line, smiling, or more, grinning at the guy in front of him and the woman behind him, just waiting until it was his turn. Then he found himself just in front of the owner. "Oh, hey, Hi! N'evening D... L... uh...", he began and then stutteringly broke off, coming to think that he did actually remember her face, but not her name. Raising one index finger shortly he tried to rescue himself out of that awkward situation. "... Hang on a sec...", he said, as usual with a slight japanese accent, while fishing in the countless pockets of his pants for the VIP ticket, that's got to be somewhere. He pulled out a few Dollars, two or three Pounds, a fivehundred Yen bill, some indefinable fluff and a button that read 'Pop Culture Reference' for some reason, then turned around suddenly and gave it all to the rather puzzled woman behind him, before continuing the search and finally finding what he was looking for. "There it is!", he shouted, showed the card to Laylei proudly, put it back into the pocket and went past her inside, not without turning before and taking the money back from the woman. The button and the fluff she could keep.
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Post by Toran Ravnsberg on May 14, 2011 4:16:57 GMT -5
Toran looked a bit confused, frankly he didn't know one word Italian and he had never been in a situation where he had needed it. What he understood was Danish and English, all he ever had a use for and well maybe some German or Swedish but only because some words were alike. He was almost ripped out of his thoughts again as Giorgia passed him.
He smiled at Giorgia at her as she went past him at the door though and gave a small bow with his head. Weather he was teasing or what, was hard to tell.
Just before entering he saw the man that had cut line and sighed a bit. Always someone. He said to himself and then proceeded in through the door. Now to that beer...
((Alright guys I guess since Toran went inside I'll jump to one of the Main Room threads.))
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Post by Laylei on May 14, 2011 13:35:27 GMT -5
Laylei laughed aloud at the woman's comment as she brushed by. She shook her head as the woman walked off haughtily. Oh no, you don't disrespect Laylei, you simply don't. Especially when one thinks that she didn't know what they were saying. Only the Vietnamese woman at her nail salon could get away with that, but not with Lay's fun in Italian.
But before Lay could react another looney seemed to pop up infront of her making a scene with his pass. Lay only stared at him slightly concerned if he was another nut-case with whom she'd have to monitor carefully. Oh how annoying.
Then he brushed by her and she was left alone in the front with the various men and woman still all trying to get in. Sometimes she really hated her job, really hated it.
Hate.
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Post by Kane Niles on May 21, 2011 8:19:32 GMT -5
Kane walked slowly and confident. He knew exactly what he was looking for even though it was his first time. The club had a good reputation and though he didn't come from a rich family, over the years his standards had raised. It would be interesting, interesting indeed. He looked up at the night sky for a second and took a deep breath.
He then saw the line and placed himself in it. He was in no rush to get in. Kane was wearing a nice and rather expensive looking black suit, compared to a lot of other people that was in front of him and some that came after him.
He raised an eyebrow at the smell of cheap of cologne but pushed a smile forward and even though if you looked carefully it could be seen that in fact pushed. It was still a bit charming. He took his iPhone 4 and placed it on soundless, he was hear to enjoy himself. Business would come after. Kane then placed his phone in his pocket again.
As he was getting near first row and his turn he prepared himself to get his VIP pass out. He was looking forward to a nice drink and perhaps a chat. First time he had had the chance in a long time. There always seemed to be work to do, well at least it was better paid than some job in the mall. Kane laughed a bit at the thought but then made a cough to stop it. He did not want to stand there and look like an laughing idiot.
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Post by Charlemagne on May 21, 2011 19:26:34 GMT -5
'Really not what I though I'd be doing in three years.' Nate thought to himself, and sighed.
He was standing outside the Underground Nightclub, waiting in line to get in. Tonight's goal was really nothing more than to get drunk. He had tried to dress himself up tonight, at least a little. It was a special occasion, after all.
Using his left hand to retrieve his VIP pass out of his pocket, Nate brushed brown hair out of his eyes with his right hand. He would need to get it cut soon. He twirled the pass lazily on it's lanyard as he waited to gain entrance into the club.
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