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Post by Mitchell Carr on Apr 15, 2021 21:18:48 GMT -8
Hasta El Fuego was indeed attached to a bakery, the Sunday crowd blending with a few of the rougher looking gentleman as they laughed with abeulas and smoked with tíos. There wasn't a lot of effort in place to hide their firearms or knives between pints and flowing conversation. The Dancer stood out like a sore thumb, but the second he responded in Spanish, he hooked some interest from the sheer novelty of what the fuck are you doing here? Two gangsters flanked him as he was dragged into a checkers game with an elderly gentleman, his wallet leaving his hands as money was thrown down for him, for both a betting pool and a round. Mitch didn't seem exceptionally bothered by the process, but he wasn't his normal beaming self either. In all honesty his new vibe was akin to an invisible gun pointed to his head, and he went through the motions without complaint. He answered a question without thinking; the two bikers looking alarmed as the name Monique came up. The rest of the gangsters' heads slowly turned, the tension immediately spiking as it was clear Mitch was being grilled with rapid-fire questions that a non-native speaker would have a hard time keeping up with. The elderly gentleman's face was hard and flushed, and a hand came down on Carr's shoulder to firmly keep him seated. Rather than acting humble, he blew out his cheeks, hand moving to start gently lifting tattooed fingers off of him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2021 21:27:24 GMT -8
Archie took a moment to recognize what was going on, what it could mean, and how things could go.
It was not going to be pretty was it? He whipped out his phone as he grumbled and followed the party in tow, shooting a message to Rickley to get the point across.
Mitch + Oren = bad history. Can feel.
It was simple - to the point, and something they were going to have to mediate. He had no plans to let those two be alone now, and made certain levels of previous events troubling. However, this break was going to need some interception.
“Alright, lets try to settle shall we?”
So Archie entered the lion's den. He began to piece together a web of what was going on, how to approach, how to exploit their connections to find a compromise. His mouth opened to quickly apply his quick wit, and silky smooth words but they didn’t come.
His eyes darted around the room as he pushed in and caught Mitch in a compromising situation. Standing by the door he could only hug the frame to not impede traffic. Whatever was happening was momentarily lost on the Fairest as memories of cold iron, biting shards, and a sharp pain in his hand.
Winter Lessons.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Apr 17, 2021 7:14:21 GMT -8
Rick pursued Mitch towards the bar, but the Dancer had a significant lead. The man was likely to get himself in trouble without back up. Rick was already nervous about the political situation; he didn't want to see it worsen with having an up-and-coming mid Nobility get hurt or worse. His fears, however, were not abated as he caught sight of was going down with Mitch.
Ah Shit
Archie swooped ahead, which surprised Rick at first; he had thought he was heading out but must have noticed the problem. There was a chance Archie could fix this nice and quick. He was a slick, fast talker, and where that didn't work, throwing some cash might be able to buy them out of this predicament. Rick stepped in a moment later after Archie, nearly running into him at his current brisk pace. Stepping to the side, Rick glanced over and realized his friend had frozen up, idly rubbing the hand that was shot. Rick was about to ask Archie if he was okay before he traced where his eyes were focused. Seeing Mitch in the situation he was in, Rick knew it could only get worse.
Ah SHIT
The darkling's eyes scanned the room, taking in the postures, the atmosphere, bearing of those around them. This is what the wisp did, adapt to the social environment with poise and ease.
"Hello, amigos!" He said, raising his hands up, greeting but subtly showing he was holding anything either. There was a sparkle in his eyes and a flash of a smile that almost shined with roguish charm. His shoulders had square, a self-confident swagger to his step.
Look strong, don't show fear, speak with respect, and demand respect in turn. Don't forget the charm.
"I see the white boy is already making friends without me." He gave Mitch a nod and friendly smile.
"I hope he wasn't rude. It's been a rough morning." Rick scanned the group gathered for a moment to see who would speak up first. Hopefully he would be able to quickly pick up what exactly Mitch started here.
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 19, 2021 22:56:39 GMT -8
A few heads turn to note Archie leaning in the doorway, but the friendly man keeps out of it and they quickly turn back to the evolving spectacle.
The magic of the Oath bridges their shared declaration of working together, spinning Language as a connecting force as Carr's knowledge of Spanish is lent to his allies tongues. Rick was aware of what was being said, the words twisting inside his mind and his mouth feeling out of synch with what he was saying, but he quickly got used to it.
The Bright One oozes confidence as he squeaks into the fractured cracks that the Dancer had caused. It's clearly alleviating the tension; hands move from jackets and people settle and listen, even sharing in Rick's laughter and welcoming his easy going nature. Frankly, no one wanted the violence, they just felt it was necessary.
Mitch's hand drops from prying off the other's fingers from his shoulder, synching up with Rick's de-escalation by bringing down his presence and participation. He's silent throughout, but feigns a convincing enough smile and chuckle when he's nudged. He doesn't seem afraid, per say, but in a rush, like the prospect of getting stabbed or shot flew right over his head. Still, the grip didn't leave from keeping the Fairest in his seat, the man texting something with his free hand.
"Is it rude to bring up a name that isn't welcome here?" the older man asked rhetorically. "Three of my cousins died thanks to that woman. You're his friend? That can't be right."
A few snorted or laughed into their drinks, shaking their heads.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2021 23:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by mavspade on Apr 20, 2021 6:16:07 GMT -8
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Apr 20, 2021 8:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Apr 20, 2021 11:18:43 GMT -8
Rick glanced towards Mitch; he didn't have time to think much about how his companion was doing. He had only just heard the name that Mitch had dropped as he walked into the situation.
It seemed Mitch had tried to use a known Cartel member and exotic dancer as some kind of leverage. Rick only had a surface-level understanding of the criminal world, having danced alongside in not so much in it. So the in's and outs of this situation was not something he was deeply aware of. However, those present didn't need to know that.
Mitch had hoped to buy Coke and find the local dealer. He could have just asked for some crack; worse case, these guys would think him a stupid mark and sell him some crushed-up urinal cakes for laughs. But dropping Monique's name? What had he hoped for?
" Condolences, the loss of family is unlike any other" Rick gave a stoic and respectful nod. Acknowledging the man's losses without overdoing it.
"Friend is too generous, chaperone more like it" Rick said, looking at Mitch for a moment. "He made a shitty mistake, dropping names he doesn't understand, in places he doesn't belong. White boy trying to prove he has balls" Rick laughs at the expense of Mitch, slapping his hand on the dancer's shoulder.
"Show Our hosts some respect, hmm?" he says to Mitch before looking at the Older man again with a smile.
"Maybe he has some balls, after all, more than brains, perhaps. But we are here on business if you have the time?"
Rick motion to an empty chair with a raised eyebrow, a silent request to sit at the table.
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Post by Oren on Apr 21, 2021 15:56:36 GMT -8
It's almost as if he could see the future. The situation could have been worse. Rick was working the room. He doubted Archie could work a kitchen sink, let alone a bar room blitz. All the same, Penrose made himself comfortable. Pretense. He loved pretense. Especially when the oh-so-happy residents of Whitney had no idea about what the other three Lost were all too aware of. "Man, what are you doing in here?"
He put on his best Concerned Parent. It was roughhewn, like everything Penrose said. But it was...warm, to say the least. Hand clasped on the shoulder. Jaw set. He was ready to wheel the dancer out of the room and into his nice shiny Tesla. "Whatever happened to the mantra, man? A Power Greater Than Me Can Restore Me. You're better than this."
And then, to the bullets in the loaded gun that was this room. "He hasn't drank anything, has he?"
His voice was surprisingly soft, looking to the ancillary for support rather than the few whose attention Rick had yet to garner.
Ay caramba!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2021 0:17:07 GMT -8
The world was coming into focus as another body rushed by him. Rick was trying, working the crowd, was making things calm. Not that Mitch hadn’t done their part. He was not helpless - if anything he had the most real bravado in the room. It was almost scary - and now what, was he hopped up on anger? Penrose wasn’t helping, he was trying to act but now there were two very different types of stories going on here. He wasn’t sure what the exact angle was, he wasn’t sure of what exactly was going on. With the fog clearing, however, he needed to quickly read the results of these actions, and try to gain an insight into who they were dealing with if he could at least glean that. Josh (Strong King) - Archie — Yesterday at 8:25 PM Dh Reading the room towards us Krakenbox#6153 Wits + emp @dicecord-CoD roll 6 Dicecord-CoD BOT — Yesterday at 8:25 PM @josh (Strong King) - Archie rolled 6 dice and got 4 successes. 8 5 8 9 5 9 Josh (Strong King) - Archie — Yesterday at 9:11 PM Dh Wits + social Whats the structure? @dicecord-CoD roll 5 Dicecord-CoD BOT — Yesterday at 9:11 PM @josh (Strong King) - Archie rolled 5 dice and got 1 success. 5 2 5 3 8
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Apr 22, 2021 22:47:35 GMT -8
Mitch maintains a stoic expression as Rick conveys his sorrow towards the familial deaths, shrugging helplessly as the man picks him apart with his best, yep, I sure am dumb.
He orders the bar a second round, synching with the Bright One's carousing in a cold, practiced manner that was effortless but entirely on autopilot. At least to those outside the Pledge his actions were completely mundane and anticipated. Rick's given the nod to join them, just as Penrose entered the scene and moved to remove the Fairest. Mitch actually jumped as the hand landed on him, causing some laughter.
Unfortunately, as Penrose asked about the foreigner's drinking a few cheered that no he hasn't.
And that was going to be rectified!
Mitch's smile is tight as an entire pint of tequila is slammed in front of him, and the recovering addict is proceeded to be goaded into the game of his public apology. All in good fun, obviously; Rick had clearly swayed the room to hazing over a brutal beatdown. The Fairest still radiated an affable, harmless nature, and he was quickly welcome back as the bikers hollered in excitement at how quickly he drained the cheap poison.
Archie watched the room carefully from his perch at the door, noting that a few of the gangsters had broken off from the group after one checked his phone. There was family here; a lot of the rough and tumble being polite towards their elders, and most were answering to a matriarch that watched from a quiet corner. Rick was being well-received, smoothing Penrose's attachment to Mitch where they were willing to hear him out. Mitchell, however, was likely going to be bullied as long as he was allowed to remain, the woman squinting at him with disapproval and shooing off several offers to make a statement by the younger men.
His car was probably going to get keyed and spray painted, but no one was going to draw weapons with so much of the Sunday Crowd mixed in now that Mitch was cleared of being an immediate Cartel threat.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Apr 23, 2021 15:16:03 GMT -8
Penrose's entrance caused Rick to pause, and the following Drink from Mitch was mildly concerned, but Rick wasn't going to show it. He let out a laugh at the display, taking a seat and slapping the table, pointing to Mitch. "See? All balls" Rick laughed at the display, unaware of Mitch's history with Alcohol.
He needed to focus on the Bikers and ensure this situation went well. They could probably leave at this point, probably should. But then it would be a waste of time. Rick would be a recognized face, as would Mitch; leaving now would put up more walls than open doors.
Rick orders a coffee for himself, can't drink on the job. Before taking the offered seat. Once settled, he looks to the Older man with a smile. His tone shifting more towards business.
"My associate here is looking for a taste of a different kind of life. " Rick chuckles; his tone suggests amusement at the idea of what people are willing to pay for in this city.
" I believe he made his tastes clear before my arrival. Perhaps you can push us in the right direction?"
Rick sighs, leaning back into his seat; picking up his coffee, he took a sip. His demeanor and tone suggested he had hoped to handle this another way.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2021 22:11:16 GMT -8
It was time to make a call. Rick and Penrose had things on lock, Mitch looked unhappy with the whole thing. They were starting to meander. Seeing how the web was weaved he figured he could take advantage of. So finally prying himself from the wall he skirted the room to find himself heading towards the corner of the room to find the person everyone was paying deference to. Speaking with the Matriarch directly may be able to cut through layers of bullshit and make this happen.
“Good afternoon, ma’am.”
He held the back of one of the chairs at her table, but didn’t take a seat.
“I am sorry for me and my friends. I wish we were lost looking for the bakery but we are actually working. A shame on the Sabbath.”
He had gone to Temple earlier and knew a lot of the older members of the Latino community still held church in some regard. It was a point they could try and forge some common ground.
“If we were able to get some questions answered we would be quick to leave and I would make sure my friends found more appropriate places to drink.”
An exchange. We get our info quickly, and we leave quickly and we would be out of her hair and not darken her doorstep again. At least Archie wouldn’t.
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Post by Oren on Apr 25, 2021 19:42:17 GMT -8
A simple look-around was all that was needed for Penrose to know that the Chatelaine was on the move. It was a good thing too. He tasted Glamour. If he was wearing a tie, he would have loosened it. "Just a nudge, and we'll be out of your hair."
He leant back in the chair. He remained casual, like the designated driver who very much did not want or need a party. He'd quash their frustration with an easy bargain, and hopefully it'd be enough time for Archie to squeeze whatever he needed from the Matriarch upstairs. He gave the room another once over. He was looking for biker tattoos, signs of rank. Weapons. The warrior caste. Something that screamed, these will be the ones that will put holes in you. But truthfully, for all of Penrose's bravado, his information was sorely lacking.
Nada.
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 25, 2021 20:21:35 GMT -8
The older man sighed, running a thumb along his moustache as he gestured for one of the bikers, speaking low in his ear. The younger chuckled, calling for a napkin as he penned something before pressing in Mitchell's hand, "Now you can go," he prompted, nodding for the other to take his hand off the Fairest's shoulder. Mitchell forced another smile, giving Rick a pointed look and wiggled his phone that he would stay in contact and not wander off like a good little boy. His hand flashed with glamour as he slid out of his chair, apologizing and slinking out of the bar with his best projection of humble pie.
"As for you, my friends," the older man continued, attention back on Rick and Penrose once Mitchell had been hustled out, "If you're looking to party in this shithole, I would rather recommend some venues that are more appropriate. You don't want to get mixed up in this nonsense. I'd recommend not associating yourself with that one any further, not with the company he keeps. Someone in the neighbourhood will get the wrong idea."
The old woman's eyes crinkled and she flash a quiet smile at Archie, "Working? Oh dear, oh dear, they must be working you to the bone. Well, if you want to have some lunch here, the cook won't complain. What kind of work are you doing? A little bird told me that everyone was going door to door, asking about our situation. Where's the girl? She was popular, I hope you didn't let her wander off. The men can be a little rougher around the edges."
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