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 Post subject: I Call the Shots ((Hecate))
PostPosted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 10:27 am GMT 
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The Diner, as it was known to its regulars, was a dirty little hole-in-the-wall. The tiled floor was stained with grease and littered with crumbs. Cockroaches lurked under the tables and roamed freely through the open kitchen. At any given moment, one or two could be seen scuttling along the floorboards. This alone was more than enough to deter most prospective customers. For those who persisted undeterred, there was Giorgio, the hulking Italian who manned counter and kitchen alike. Perpetually unshaven, with arms like tree trunks, grimy fingernails, and eyebrows that connected in the middle, he boasted a magnificent scowl that could drive away most would-be customers.

The operative word was "most."

A sharp jangle of shop bells disturbed the peace. A second later, the door slammed open roughly, as if it had been kicked, and a scruffy figure slouched in reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. The individual in question wore a laborer's threadbare suit, the elbows of which had been badly patched at least once. As the newcomer flopped down on a stool near the other end of the counter, a glimpse of a strong jaw and brown skin were visible beneath the brim of a flat cap, pulled low.

"Giorgio! Coffee, black." The order came as a harsh bark. Giorgio scowled, but nonetheless shuffled off to obey. In the meantime, the figure slumped over the counter, head on folded arms. It was two in the afternoon on Tuesday.

The coffee was already made: bitter, grainy, and reheated from the day before. Like everything else in the Diner, it tasted vaguely of old grease. Rather than be deterred, the figure withdrew a flask from inside the jacket pocket and tipped a generous helping of its contents into the coffee cup. "Alright, Giorgio. I'm goin' down."

Giorgio's only response was a single grunt of acknowledgment.

At the back of the storeroom, disguised as a shelf of canned tomato paste, was a door. Down a flight of dimly lit steps was the other Diner: a quiet little speakeasy. While far from top of the line, it wasn't nearly so horrible as its upstairs front might suggest. The crowd it drew was primarily working class--more specifically, the type of people who'd come looking for a drink in a cement cellar at two in the afternoon on a Tuesday. Day laborers, alcoholics, men--mostly men--down on their luck. The occasional middle-class thrill seeker. The newcomer melted into them, one more face in an anonymous crowd.

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 Post subject: Re: I Call the Shots ((Hecate))
PostPosted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 12:48 am GMT 
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There was, however, one patron that did not fit the usual clientele. She wanted attention, while the rest simply wanted a drink, to blend in. She was tall, curvy in all the right places with a dark dress that accentuated them perfectly - and she knew it. She was leaning against the pool table, fingers playing over the edge, waiting for someone to join her. Her dark hair hung down over her shoulders, curling slightly on her chest. Everything about her was designed to call a certain kind of attention, including the slit in the dress that reached nearly to her hip.

Her hazel eyes scanned the other patrons, looking for someone, anyone, to play. There was a strange quality about her, a kind of intensity that the general day laborers and alcoholics didn't possess. Despite this, she gave off a certain air of a woman who was more eye candy than anything substantial.

And she pulled off the look shockingly well. In reality, she was fishing, waiting for her next mark to hustle for whatever she could manage to take. She flashed a smile, moving slightly to sit on the edge of the table, legs cross and showing off her thigh and sharp high heels. There were only so many choices in the bar at that hour, but it was at least worth a try. She could always try the next wave of customers, if this didn't happen to pan out.

«We could be doing something else more. . .productive with our time, you know.» Vitale's voice in her head was scathing, but bored as it slithered in her skull.

She shifted slightly. «Hush, you. This will be productive! And enjoyable.»

At least, she hoped it would be.

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 Post subject: Re: I Call the Shots ((Hecate))
PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 11:52 pm GMT 
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The newcomer had noticed her, of course. It was hard not to. She was like a vortex in the middle of the room, sucking in attention from all quarters. This fact alone was enough to fill Sole with preemptive loathing. She trudged to the far end of the bar and slumped down, nursing the cup of heavily spiked coffee. At first her gaze stayed riveted to the drink in front of her, and the scratched-up, water-stained surface of the bar.

What happened next was gradual, so gradual she scarcely realized what was happening. Between sips she found herself stealing the occasional glance over her shoulder. Her eyes were still hidden beneath the brim of the hat pulled low over her face. She certainly didn't expect to be caught looking; after all, she was nearly invisible in her way. Her clothes were dark and shabby, blending into the shadowy corner of the bar. More importantly, with her long hair tucked up beneath the cap, nothing about her appearance suggested femininity. Most casual observers would have been hard-put to even identify her as a woman.

In a state of distraction, she raised the coffee cup and was surprised to find it empty. Flustered, fighting back a sudden flare of irrational anger, she fumbled in a coat pocket until her callused fingers met with a loose cigarette. A few aggressive snaps caught the bartender's attention. He was a lean, tall man with a thick mustache, sun-weathered face, and a receding hairline. The insistent snapping to get his attention had earned Sole a dirty look, but he nonetheless lit her cigarette and, when she ordered it, poured her a shot of the foul establishment moonshine as well.

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