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Post by Vince on Apr 11, 2006 21:47:56 GMT -5
"So 'tellin' the truth is called impolite now? What the fuck is that dumb shit thing?"
Vince took a drag of his smoke-baton, listening to Squeak answering to Hez's question.
"Well kiddo, guess who knows about smuggling?" He slightly grin, knowing he just stick it to that young ork wannabe.
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Post by emyj on Apr 11, 2006 21:48:49 GMT -5
"Makes sense. So what are everyones talents you say you can drive Vince what about you Squeak?"
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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 11, 2006 21:50:44 GMT -5
He folds his arms over his chest. "Well, I know a thing or two about it. But with the way you're talking, I guess you're the fragging expert."
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Post by Vince on Apr 11, 2006 21:56:32 GMT -5
"Ye, 'can also fix hat Bulldog, ain't that somethin'?" He tipped his smoke removing the ash formed at it's tip, the latter falling on the ground. "so WHAT can 'ya do Squeak? 'Hope is more than rentin' meeting places."
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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 11, 2006 22:01:38 GMT -5
"I can order some mean takeout," Squeak says sarcastically. "But in addition to that, I run the datatrails, work with drones and vehicles. A little bit of everything, really. I specialize in aircraft mostly, but I know how to handle a wheel too--no matter what this slag says." He jerks his thumb at Vince.
"What about you, Hez?"
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Post by emyj on Apr 11, 2006 22:05:49 GMT -5
"Me, just a grunt from the warrens I am good at close combat stuff in a building an alley that sort of stuff."
"Also I tend to be effective fightin spirits and devil rats , things like that."
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Post by Vince on Apr 11, 2006 22:10:34 GMT -5
"A'right..we got the muscle, the driver and da'patch-boy" He motionned toward Squeak while taking a drag of his smoke, this time blowing the smoke low at the ground " 'Reckon 'this is somethin'.."
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Post by emyj on Apr 11, 2006 22:15:22 GMT -5
"So Squeak was anyone else invited to this meeting?"
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Post by Vince on Apr 11, 2006 22:25:10 GMT -5
Vince stepped up in front of Hez, showing his back to Squeak "Well there was that elven guy that came-in before, didn't quite catch his name." He pulled out a cigarette and extended it to Hez 'Yer Want one?"
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Post by emyj on Apr 11, 2006 22:27:59 GMT -5
"Naw those things will kill ya and I got enough to deal with killing me. But ya got some chow ya wanna share let me know."
Hez grins at Vince.
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Post by Vince on Apr 11, 2006 22:46:37 GMT -5
"I aaa.. ain't got no food, not my habit 'eatin' on da go, 'ya know?...'got gum if you really wanna get something in your mouth..almost like food, taste like mint too...DOUBLEmint"
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Post by Falindraun on Apr 11, 2006 23:37:05 GMT -5
anymore room for one more troll sammy?
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Post by Bodhi on Apr 11, 2006 23:58:39 GMT -5
Bodhi followed the directions on her commlink, ultimately ending up in front of this man Squeak's garage. Hearing the sounds of conversation from within, she enters quietly. Not drawing any attention to herself right away, she pulls a cigarette out from her pack of smokes (the exchange of cigarettes and the indulgence of their own habit reminded her of her own cravings.) She struck the zippo and puffed on her own cigarette until the cherry caught, then took a deep drag, holding the cigarette with her fingertips rather than caught between the index and middle finger.
She's shorter-than-average for a human female, with obvious asiatic features, but a fairer complexion that might indicate a mixed heritage. Her dark, black hair is fashioned into a multitude of thin braids that hang down to her shoulders.
Her lips purse as she exhales a thick cloud of smoke, and then she speaks up.
"I hope I'm in the right place."
As good an icebreaker as any.
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Post by phantom on Apr 12, 2006 1:58:18 GMT -5
OOC: is everyone else based in Seattle right now or are anyone starting from Denver like I am? Or should I just ignore people's bios and assume we're all starting in Denver?
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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 12, 2006 7:59:26 GMT -5
(we're just assuming that we're based in Denver. I told JDragon earlier to just replace all instances of Seattle with Denver. The two are pretty interchangeable for my purposes.)
"Well," the ork says, propping himself up on one of the workbenches. "If you're here 'cos you got a message on your commlink to be here, then I guess you're in the right place. And since your access code checked out at the door, I'm assuming you're the right one."
He winks, tapping his temple with his toothpick to emphasize the datajack (and commlink, you imagine) implanted there. "Anyway, I saw you through the camera outside. I'm not in the habit of turning away pretty young women."
(OOC: and for everyone's benefit, here's my full description)
Squeak is rather skinny for an ork. He has oily dark hair and scraggly goatee, and wears a beat-up University of Louisville cap pulled low over his eyes. His chicken-wing shoulder blades poke out of his grease-stained wife-beater, and a tool belt of various implements hangs around his waist. He wears a pair of urban camouflage fatigues for pants, and old UCAS Military issue boots. A unit tattoo depicting a knight chess piece with a sword bisecting it sits emblazoned on his right arm, and a silvery datajack rests against his temple. The strangest trait of all, however, is squeak’s incessant need to pick his teeth with the toothpick in his mouth. When the toothpick becomes so soggy it won’t hold its shape anymore, he reaches into his back pocket, pulls out another one, and goes at it again.
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