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Post by nana on Sept 14, 2012 21:13:46 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"][/classy][classy=withoutpain"]Java Café Wednesday morning 7:04AM, no coffee. Seven o’ five… still no coffee. Seven o’…goddammit! Nana crossed her arms in a huff and narrowed her eyes at the line that had formed, wishing they would all merrily drop dead so her wait time could be expedited. The woman at the cash register currently was not a regular customer and had the horrible misfortune of being indecisive. Nana listened to her go back and forth between options, asking for more information on more than one occasion.
For the love of Christ! It’s coffee, lady, not poison. What the hell did it matter what kind you got so long as you got your daily dose of caffeine? She could feel the snarky comments on the tip of her tongue and bit her lip to refrain from blurting them out loud. Patience, patience… Nana rubbed the bridge of her nose, massaging the tension and closing her eyes tightly as if to block out the world. It really wasn’t working.
A tic crept into her tightened jaw as the woman (in a whiny voice) asked if she could get a decaf latte instead for the third time. “Oh for fuck’s sake… What the hell is the point of getting coffee without caffeine?” She muttered it, or meant to. It came out a bit louder than intended and several heads turned in her direction, all their faces looking at her with eyebrows slightly raised in surprise and disapproval.
“What?” She demanded crossly, glaring at them. Some people turned back, ignoring the woman who obviously hadn’t had her morning coffee – smart people. One idiot though…he really was an idiot. “We’re all waiting here same as you lady, you just need to relax.” Oh. My. God. Fury surged within Nana, her face clouding and she appeared to almost physically bristle. She spoke through tight lips, her tone acerbic. “Thanks asshole, I couldn’t tell that I was waiting in a line.” Her voice was still relatively level, rising only slightly on the word ‘asshole’ and her tone going flat at the end.
She’d been in the café for five minutes, FIVE whole minutes, and still she did not have her coffee. Someone was going to pay for this.
“Why you little bitch,” the man hissed lowly. …Right. Without preamble Nana promptly slugged the man right on the kisser. The shock registered on his face just scant seconds before her tiny fist collided with his nose and she had the immense satisfaction of listening to his howl of pain when it connected. Served the bastard right, standing between her and her coffee. Of course he wiped that smug smirk right off her face when he returned the blow in kind. Gasps of horror, a female customer’s sharp cry of surprise, people stepping clear, a few attempting to step in – noise and chaos erupted in the middle of her favorite café… again. Wasn’t the first time someone had stepped on the tail of the one-eyed coffee monster before she’d had her espresso…
Nana stumbled back in surprise, hand at her mouth and then drawn away to show specks of blood. He cut her lip! That fucker! Her mouth hung open slightly; her expression one of disbelief. It only lasted a moment though. Within seconds she screamed a string of unintelligible curse words and launched herself at the man – all four foot eleven inches and eighty-five pounds. It was like a puny kitten furiously throwing itself at a brick wall. She pounded, scratched, kicked; all while continuously screaming at him, “WHERE THE HELL’S MY COFFEE?!” Yes, this too was his fault…somehow. [/classy][/classy][classy=boring"]600 - LUKAS/RAYNA - DATE: 3/28/2012[/classy] |
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LUKAS MADELEINE
Fire Kingdom
CLAIMED
Fire away, fire away
Posts: 106
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/30/1985
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Mafia Assassin
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Sept 15, 2012 8:56:24 GMT -8
He never thought he'd be grateful to wake up in that small room filled to the brim with the scent of coffee every morning above the shop, but after a two-week long assignment with a rather insufferably arrogant CEO and his equally high-and-mighty teenage kids, it was damn nice. Part of him had almost wished he'd been allowed to shoot the kids by the time he came to the end of the job - but he'd have to settle with the fact of the nineteen-year old son going on trial for his father's murder, and the spoiled brat of a 'sweet sixteen' daughter was about to get her entire family fortune ripped away. Frame jobs - they were always a pain in the ass. And took forever, for that matter. When he'd come back to the shop late last night to find the doors weren't decorated with yellow strips that stated 'DO NOT CROSS', he assumed all had went well enough. Not that he'd really expected that - Rayna wasn't that much of a loose cannon.
So after he'd managed to get dressed - yet again looking like he was going to a meeting at some high-end office building even though all he was doing was lounging around today - he grabbed his phone and decided it was high time to check any messages or voice mails he'd missed while he was gone. Even when he'd set up call forwarding to his disposable phone while he'd been on the job, some of the calls would have been way too damn suspicious to take in the company in the presence of his wonderful accommodators. Down the stairs, behind the counter where Rayna was working - to which he greeted her with a halfhearted "Good morning" - and grabbing his own glorious morning beverage and a bagel, he set out to the table in the back of the shop.
Ten minutes to scrolling through mind-numbingly boring messages and replying with something about losing his phone on a trip and he was just about ready to give it up. Half these people, though, were his unknowing information sources - he needed to keep on good terms with them to make sure no one was sniffing out Libertine, or any of the higher-ups in his organization. Hell he even had contact with several rival organizations higher up members - the glories of Libertine being absolutely untraceable back to them, eh? The worst that could happen is they come to find out he was associated with the Russian side of the mafia chain…what were they going to do, send thugs after him? Ha.
There he was, minding his own when he started to hear a vague commotion start to break out. He determinedly ignored it. He wasn't a bouncer - it wasn't his problem. La la la. Keep skimming through the messages. Send another excuse away. Rayna could fix it or it would fix itself. He was taking a well-deserved break, he'd just got home last night. However, his ever-so-wonderful partner decided it was his turn to handle it - as was noted by the fact she called out to him across the room hinting strongly at just that, just as he'd sent away another message. Typical.
With a long-suffering sigh, the redhead got up, moved to the counter, and calmly began to arrange a drink, all while a small brawl was breaking out in the middle of their store. He popped a lid on the finished product, and with an air of calm that caused a few of the astonished customers to stare at him like he'd grown another head, he walked directly for the brawl that was happening this very second. "'Scuse me-" he dodged another hit thrown by the male, and carefully pulled the small female off of him with his free hand, holding the cup of coffee in front of her face "ladies, but this isn't a bar. If I have to break up another fight, I will be calling in a domestic disturbance problem. Clear?"
WORDS!: 675 TAG!: Rayna && Nano NOTES!: Hope Jess didn't wanna go first…xD
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UNKNOWN ENTITY
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Post by F A T E on Sept 15, 2012 11:56:52 GMT -8
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With that thought the entity slowly started to merge souls with the girl. The entity was just a mere shiver as the entity joined with the girl. The entity would go undetected, the human body was too fragile to awaken all at once. The entity could feel itself fading away, within moments the entity was no more. Nana carried the burden of the entity, Nana has been identified, her link to the past more apparent now. Although the Nana remains unchanged for the most part since she has been identified as a knight some of her instincts may reflect this. Please refer to Nana's application to find out anything that has changed. [/style] |
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RAYNA KELLER
Civilian
IDENTIFIED PUPIL
Posts: 64
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Feb. 14th, 1988
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Sniper Assassin
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Sept 15, 2012 14:40:09 GMT -8
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A sigh broke away from her as she listen for the third time the question "what is in.." or "how does this taste..." Rayna did not mind the quiet life of the coffee shop. Yet there were some days where she wished she could shoot a few of these people. Just when she thought she was about to give up on the women she finally made a choice. A decaf latte.. really lady? It took you this long to pick a fucking decaf latte. "Right away, that will be $1.50 please." By now Rayna could probably make a cup of coffee in her sleep but making a decaf latte she could do while in her sleep and with one hand behind her back. With her back to the waiting line Rayna could hear that the lady had killed everyone's patience.
Oh of course, it was Nana again. Rayna swore that if the girl wasn't so entertaining she would have kicked the women out a long time ago. Rayna did nothing to stop the words that were being exchanged. In stead she made the coffee and placed it on the counter for the lady to take. Then she walked away from the counter to look into the back doorway that led to where Lukas was still. "She's at it again, get out there before we get blood on the clean floors." Not that Rayna had a problem with blood, she just didn't like the idea of being suck with the cleaning job. Luckily Lukas was pretty good at listening to her request.
With Lukas dealing with the problem Rayna convinced the other people in the shop to either buy something or get out. Which funny enough, a fair number of them still ordered the coffee they wanted. Once the was taken care of Rayna grabbed her own cup of coffee and took a seat on the counter. If there was a show she was going to take a front seat. Today she had a very artsy look to her. First off her shirt was a cute one, it has a witty saying on it about the steps that involved waking up.. coffee was of course the top reason. She wore blue jeans with a few rips I them, hey they looked good. On her hair was let down due to the cute "poet" hat she had on.
Rayna reached behind her and placed a small cup of coffee and a muffin in a brown paper back. She held it out in front of her and called out. "Sir, yes you. Here on the house, get going before the coffee monster gets you." She had the most worrisome smile on her face. Rayna was so very entertained, but she had to pretend to be nice.. or care.
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Post by nana on Sept 16, 2012 7:21:29 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"][/classy][classy=withoutpain"] Huffing and puffing, more from anger than exertion, she continued to pummel the man – with him batting her away as if she were nothing more than an annoying gnat. Oh what she wouldn’t give to knock him flat on his ass… But that was so beyond the scope of her capabilities that it was laughable. Putting aside the fact that she was absolutely tiny, she was also improperly attired. From the 3 inch heels that made walking look impossible to the oversized gray sweatshirt that hung loosely over a pair of faded blue skinny jeans, Nana looked more likely to tip over than take down a man twice her size.
At the sensation of someone pulling her away, Nana growled and squirmed. She nearly broke free, much to her own surprise. The eye-patched midget of a woman might have turned to attack the red-headed man if she hadn’t recognized what he was so conveniently dangling in front of her face. Soft words of relief and joy so fervent that it was comical slipped from her broken lips. “My coffee…” She breathed in with almost instant relief, the tension leaving her body, and she reached up her hands to greedily snatch up the proffered cup. Nana took a healthy gulp, heedless of the scalding it gave her, and pulled away the coffee cup (now with a small smear of blood on the white lid) with a quietly murmured “Ow.”
Ah, it was pure bliss. Nana closed her eyes to savor the rich taste of a cappuccino with three shots of espresso. In her own little world, she didn’t notice the man straightening out his clothes and glaring at her. The man had half a mind to say a thing or two more to the pint-sized woman, but the red-head who had pulled her off him wore an expression that broached no argument. He all but stomped over to the female employee and snatched the brown paper bag out of her hands. With a last glare to Nana and an indignant huff, the man saw himself out the door.
With the cup of coffee in her hands Nana was completely mollified. She watched the man march up to Rayna with a subdued expression and when he threw a glare toward she actually had the gall to look surprised. Her eyebrows rose in a silent “What’s eating you?” as he promptly left the small establishment. Sheesh, some people. Nana looked back over to the small vision of heaven sitting on the café counter and an easy smile spread across her bleeding lips. “Good morning, darling. Still fine as ever?” Not a care in the world. Just seconds before she had been ready to rip a man limb from limb and now she looked utterly at peace, a scary woman if you really stopped to think about it.
She spared Lukas a small glance and gave him a brief, “Morning. Thanks for the coffee,” (at least it was pleasant and not spoken rudely) before returning her one blue eye back to feast upon the barista beauty. Today it was the right eye (she thought it was her best) left exposed and it glittered with amusement as she sipped her coffee, savoring each drop as she drank it in. Ah today was turning out to be a wonderful day. [/classy][/classy][classy=boring"]554 – LUKAS/RAYNA – DATE: 3/28/2012[/classy] |
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LUKAS MADELEINE
Fire Kingdom
CLAIMED
Fire away, fire away
Posts: 106
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/30/1985
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Mafia Assassin
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Sept 16, 2012 16:33:35 GMT -8
"Oh yes it's a wonderful morning." he responded, his tone deadpan, but obviously sarcastic. "Nothing like a good fistfight to start the day." 'And having to threaten to call law enforcement. Not that I would…I can get a whole lore more shit done than they can.' Yes, that was actually his reasoning behind not actually ever having to call the cops - not because he was afraid of them, hell no…they were just useless compared to who they were up against. He took this as his opportunity to be able to walk away, catching sight of several of the very off-put customers when he turned around, making an effort to shoot them a reassuring smile - which luckily seemed to work, as they turned back to their drinks and conversation.
Would be just their luck if they started getting comments from the boss about the dropping income in this place. After all, the shop had been…'acquired' about the same time Rayna was partnered with him, which is what led to them being assigned to run it as a cover. They got a ridiculously slim cut of the profits made here. Just as well, he supposed, considering how much of the pay they got for themselves from the assassination jobs. It all evened out…he guessed. He grabbed one of the morning papers out of the rack they had near the door, flipping it open lazily as he started to head back to his table. By the time he'd reached it, he'd managed to skim to the bottom of the front page, and was highly entertained by a particular article. He grabbed his coffee, and made for the counter, where Rayna was sat.
"Hey Ray…" he stated lazily, leaning against said counter and holding the paper carefully, his thumb positioned to set directly beneath the article that was loudly exclaiming the scandal about a local businessman murdered by his son in a 'failed' attempt to inherit the family's fortune. He smirked lazily at her - it was a game that was played between all of Libertine, most the time. It was a bit depressing when someone who didn't use the same methods as the other couldn't appreciate the effort and finesse some jobs took, though…Lukas always did love a good ego trip from someone else. Even if the last thing he needed was more of an ego.
"So did anything exciting happen while I was on my dad's trip?" he asked her nonchalantly. That was the general excuse - after all, anyone who knew him from the shop knew him as a son of some hotshot who had an international business…and every now and then the redhead half of the shop owners had to disappear on business trips for his father. Any time he'd been questioned for anything (which had only been once, when he'd been much more inexperienced), there was an entirely flawless, fabricated existence of him and his father created. Sometimes, he felt bad for the authorities. Sort of.
WORDS!: 499 TAG!: Rayna && Nano NOTES!: Don't mind the third wheel…
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RAYNA KELLER
Civilian
IDENTIFIED PUPIL
Posts: 64
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Feb. 14th, 1988
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Sniper Assassin
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Sept 21, 2012 15:19:06 GMT -8
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That was Nana for you, now Rayna did not know everything about the girl, but she did know a few things. First off the woman was a open flirt, which Rayna did not mind one bit. She also wore an eyepatch, for what reason Rayna did not know. What she did know was that the thing was for show, since it kept switching spots. Other then they Rayna did not know, or for that matter, cared to know anything else about the woman. Nana's comment brought a smile to her lips, oh yes she liked this one. She took a moment to sip her own coffee before speaking. "I do try, the long hours of looking beautiful seems to be paying off." Funny enough it really not take Rayna much time to look good, even Lukas hair dying took longer then Rayna's daily care.
Speaking of the man he grabbed her attention quite easier and he lazily showed her the paper. She leaned over and skimmed the article. Oh, she got it, so it was that kind of job. Rayna had wondered what had taken him a whole two weeks to finish. She leaned forward and pressed her to his as she entered his personal space. She then pointed out a different article on the other side of the page. "Oh look kittens, you know Lukas, I think we should get a pet like a cat or dog." Not that either of them had the time for pets, but she needed something to openly talk to him about. Which reminds me, look at what I saw while you were gone. The trip to Mexico City had been a quick one but she still needed to show off what she had been up to. Other then babysitting he's new toy she had done some real work as well.
She reached in between her breast and pulled out her cell phone. She fiddled with it and pulled up two things. One was a picture of the beach with she dogs playing in the sand. While what she really wanted to see was the online post about the kill she had made, and how beautiful her shot had been. He knew how to work her phone so she had no worries about him not getting the hit. "take a look." She left him with the phone and hopped off the counter. Let him entertain himself with that while she had fun with the woman before her. She pulled a napkin out from it's holder and walked over to Nana. Even with the heels Rayna was still five inches taller, this amused her.
She took the the napkin and placed it on Nana's bleeding lip. "Now now, we can't have blood dripping on my floor." She smirked and pulled the napkin away. Scrunching it in her hand she traced Nana's lower lip and leaned in close. She was inches away from her own lips touching with Nana's before she pulled away and turned to Lukas. What a tease.. She looked at the man and spoke. "Lukas before I forget, we need to order more of those double chocolate cookies."
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DESTINY
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Post by DESTINY on Oct 17, 2012 6:14:39 GMT -8
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