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Post by Simon Mot on Jun 27, 2017 5:18:40 GMT
Damn, drat, and tarnation he thought as he chased the last master itch in to the bar. It’d taken four weeks of stalking and far too many hours away from the Pride yet it was the cost for enjoying the civil liberties of being here. Violante was a harsh mistress and harder lover but this was the cost. None of the other seven had managed to evade him. This biker wannabe however was smarter than he let on. He as pissed especially as the bar was filled. He wasn’t horrible and had cash flow yet bribing each of these bruisers would be costly. Too costly for his pockets. So he took a seat at the bar bellying up and ordering after looking at the selection of domestics and call liquors.
“What ever good fifteen year ya got luv with a chaser of water…” He said sliding two twenties across the bar. He could see his target across the bar. It was clear he’d never been here before. He’d fled into the bar looking for an out and trapped himself in the corner of the bar. Si could see the back exit form where he sat. The target would have to get pass him to get out the bathroom was behind him with the women’s across the room to Si’s left. All in all they could sit across the bar ad watch each other. Si however knew that based on the elevated levels of testosterone that sooner or later either he or the target would be the target of someone’s anger to prove themselves.
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Post by mirage on Jun 28, 2017 0:49:35 GMT
Guapo eyed the brujo as he rushed in, sipping his beer. Then the man he'd never seen with the funny accent. El blanco he felt diffrent more wild. That appealed to him, he liked wild. Midiana winked at the man pured his drink and took the money to keep them coming. Guapo walked up to the man at the bar " welcome to anarchy how bout some of our signature grilled oysters with your drink"
Getting closer still so only they could hear" the brujo you want him yes? He is a pretender we don't want trouble here"
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Post by Simon Mot on Jun 28, 2017 18:12:42 GMT
Si lookwd at the man a small grin on his face. It was clear from the raosed attention in key others around the bar this man carried weight.
"Of course," he answered to both questions. Sliding a plate from the stack on the bar waiting on the oysters to be served.
Speaking lower insuring his voice didnt carry. "Problem being hes got a bit of black girl magic and more on him. Don't want him cursing anyone save maybe me..."
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Post by mirage on Jun 29, 2017 5:52:00 GMT
He nodded" claro I get that we wouldn't want that either so purhapse he gets a bit to drunk needs to be escorted out"
Smirking it could be arranged something extra in his drink. He pulled some of the large plump fresh oysters off the grill. They were sprinkled with butter garlic a bit of bread crumb. Making a bubbly roasted delicious burst of freshness.
He plated a dozen with lemon wedges and some Tabasco. Saying enough to be heard" there you go sir"
Then close enough again for just them" if you want my help as offered signal with one shell left up side down on the plate. I am known as guapo by the way vp of the mc"
Going back to his beer and putting more oysters on the grill to watch this play out.
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Post by Simon Mot on Jul 1, 2017 11:13:09 GMT
Si smiled as he inhaled the briny subtle sweetness of the oysters. He’d had better he just couldn’t remember when. In times such as these hunting as he was his appetites reared and made themselves known. And now barring the completion of his hunt the greatest appetite was to feed. Of course wile very good soft entrails were better. Something about the fear passions and desperation made the irony tangof the blood so sweet as to be a confection. Smiling darkly he immediately slurped down another leaving the very first upside down the others all neatly face up. The last several he doused with a smattering of Tabasco and happily slurped his way through the mess of them all the while seemingly blind to the target across the bar.
Neither was dumb but the game being played had rules he meant to follow. Namely appear as if it were happenstance that the both were in the same place not in fact playing a cat and mouse game of who would slip first allowing either escape or capture. " That is right good man I am truly gobsmacked," He exhorted sliding the quickly finished plate more directly towards Guapo. He was a proud man but not foolishly so he knew when to accept help.
More conversationally though still quiet enough to not be overheard by accident he said, “I’m Simon, errant boy extraordinaire it seems. Glad to make your acquaintance. Perhaps we can conduct a bit of business after this is settled.” Friends in high places was all fine and well but high placed friends in low places were often far more valuable in his line of work.
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Post by mirage on Jul 2, 2017 5:42:13 GMT
His hands practiced he took the cooked oysters off put more on. Listening as he did. He saw the shell and nodded with out being to obvious. Refilling the plate then pulling midiana to the side.
As he spoke to her low in Spanish the girl head tilted nodded and disappeared to the back. Coming back she took a pint glass sprinkled a powder in the bottom deftly. Pulling a beautiful dark draft into the glass. It swirled the powder desolving it.
As she swayed her well developed hips over to the mark giving him sweet sulty smiles. Telling him it was on the house cause he looked like he could use a drink. Then back to the bar.
Guapo answered simon" si that would be great, and by the time you've finished your plate an maybe one more whiskey he will be ready to be..helped to the mens room. I can give you ten min there un interrupted once hes in"
The powder was south american made to have very little if any flavor and no color. It was like a weak ecstasy almost rufinol type drug. Slow at first then pow.
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Post by Simon Mot on Jul 2, 2017 11:49:25 GMT
He accepted the refill while tallying the bill in his head. He slid another three twenties onto the bar along with his now empty rocks glass. Sipping the water patiently he nodded his understanding and smiled as he made small talk.
“So Guapo you seem a man with a certain flare how long have you been in Miami.” He asked for various reasons mostly as a way to engender more support. Because you never knew how a person felt about lycanthropes until they were searching for the silver shells or introducing you around as their new friend. Either way was fine he’d seen both ends of the spectrum but it was always better to have an idea as which end of the pool you were swimming in. So, he started with the soft pitches preparing to swim into the deep end of things in due time or not based on the responses he would receive.
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Post by mirage on Jul 2, 2017 17:55:43 GMT
The money was handled by the girl he just watched over everything. Looking at simon as he finished his beer" born and raised in dade county travel with the club some but here is home"
Wondering vaugely what the man was getting at. He was a shooter yes but extremely cunning and knowledgeable. It was how he knew the man simon was chasing was a witch. He knew a few practitioners of Santeria and voodoo. They held a feeling he'd gotten used to.
Useful to have in your circle but sometimes they got to uppity and needed reminded. He supposed thats where simon the fixer henchman came in. He knew there were things more powerful supernaturally than witches. Also useful as friends.
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Post by Simon Mot on Jul 3, 2017 0:47:10 GMT
As his refills were sat in front of him he took a second to inhale the aroma allow it to spur his salivary glands. Shucking down another oyster he washed it down with a nice belt sighing with an ah. "So unlike myself, you didn’t just make a life here, it started here. That’s good to know and then some more to boot. Do you have an issue with that one being a wannabe or a Brujo more?"
He wouldn’t put it past anyone to double down. If they did he was sure they’d both end up in front of Violante most things came across her attention especially if there was money involved. There really wasn’t any but on the surface he wouldn’t blame anyone if they thought there was an angle to work. While Guapo worked at the answer Si busied himself with a few more sips and shucks.
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Post by mirage on Jul 18, 2017 5:29:32 GMT
He quirked a brow" brujo are useful when they know their place wannabes are never useful save trouble and a face to beat in"
He shrugged. Guapo was not stupid he was actually very smart not as smart as viking but close enough and at the same time diffrent. So the existence of vampires and shifters suited him fine as long as they left him and his family alone.
He would kill any or everyone who tried to hurt his patchmates or family. Other than that luvevsnd let live baby.
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Post by Simon Mot on Jul 23, 2017 20:42:17 GMT
He smiled as if they were in fact talking about sports or some other unimportant thing. He chuckled as the Witch began to slump. Nothing so obvious as him falling on his arm at the bar or falling out of the chair. It was a whole-body slump he was less wary. His eyes even from here looked glassy. Wouldn’t be long now. " That is good to know Guapo. For the record, he may be a wannabe but he really is a Brujo."
Si was good watching and waiting for several reasons. Namely it was how he’d made his livelihood before the infection and it was how he made an honest man of himself after. It gave value to the Pride and kept most of the troubles away. Taking a sip he went on, “So how long have you been the man down in these parts?”
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Post by mirage on Aug 15, 2017 22:45:03 GMT
Watching them both he smirked and knew hed have to clear the restroom soon but the other guys wouldn't care about peeing off the dock out back. Looking back at si
He shrugged" worked my way up as a little punk kid running errands for my dads friend who just happened to be vp of the sons at the time. He moved up I had gotten patched in by then and showed the hunger and loyalty needed. Now im to his prez"
That didnt give specifics but he was only twenty four so if the math was done it made sense.
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Post by Simon Mot on Nov 27, 2017 4:29:19 GMT
Si mm-hmmed and listened picturing the details not mentioned. He’d tracked enough bikers and gang-related individuals that even without details he could see the bodies in the man’s wake. He didn’t mind he understood it even. Mainly because there was an inherent cost to being the boss. In the criminal world and The Community it was usually paid with blood but always with violence.
He kept from leaping to his feet as his quarry was just drunk enough to think he had a shot at escaping " Sounds familiar to me…," He intoned nodding towards his quarry subtlely drawing his hosts attention towards the man of the hour.
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Post by mirage on Nov 30, 2017 7:24:45 GMT
He smirked and went over casually to check on the man.it took near no convincing to get him moving in the direction of the bathroom then in. The window was to high and small to get out of and while the witch relieved himself. Guapo locked him in and passing si the key on the way bavk behind the bar.
He leaned in cleaning up the last plate whispering" make it fast tru not to break much and leave the key on the hook near the back door on your way out"
He figured he wouldn't see him again unless he wanted to be seen or needed a chat.guapo was ok with that for sure.
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Post by Simon Mot on Dec 1, 2017 20:00:11 GMT
So slid a few hundreds on the bar. Hed bill it to Violate. Nodding that he heard the instructions he took up the key mouthing thanks and made his way in. He couldn't make it messy so his choices were limited.
Sighing inwardly he moves behind the man who wavered muttering trying to cast some spell or control. So was in no mood so he simply broke the man's wrist covering his mouth muddling the outcry before it escaped his throat.
Meeting his eyes So said, "Sorry mate, ya knew you were dead once you stood against Violante."
In the movies he would have wrenched his head left or right snapping his neck. Sadly in the real world that was survivable more times than anyone would think. Not that you'd want to. So Si leveraged his head back like a pez dispenser careful to not tear the flesh. No muss no fuss and most importantly no mess.
Throwing the dead weight over his shoulder he moved quick and quiet carrying him as if he were dead drunk and not just dead. He buried him in the dumpster then went back and hung the key.
It took him twenty minutes to find a suitable disposable vehicle. And another insuring no one was watching to retrieve the body. Thirty minutes to the dumping ground hed picked out. Thirsty seconds for a mindless prayer. And forty minutes to weight and bury him deep enough plastic would decompose before someone found him.
Then finally done he took the insurance from the van so as to reimburse the owner eventually and he torched the van under an overpass making his way back home. All in all not a bad piece of work.
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