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Post by Elena Strike on Mar 6, 2019 20:01:46 GMT -4
- IN GENERAL, POOR is POLITE AND RICH is RUDE -
Nine o'clock on a Saturday...wasn't there a song that began with that line? If there was, it wasn't from this century, and it was likely not Elena's preferred style of music. Still, it was, in fact, nine o'clock on a Saturday, and the usual crowd has bustled in. Weekend nights were no different than the weekday in this business; those with the time and money to drop on having beautiful women serve them, flirt with them, and put up with them were usually also the sort that worked their own hours. That was the case with most hostess club customers. However, those within the Rōzureddo Hostess Club were usually a special kind of self-employed. Drug dealers, weapon traders, low-level gangsters, racket runners, and, occasionally, just rich assholes who wanted to waste their unearned money on pretty girls with no other options.
Elena deeply, deeply wished she could light each one of these fuckers alight. Unfortunately there were only so many men she could literally burn before she'd lose her job, and then she'd have to find another place that hired under-aged, visa-less immigrates with a possible criminal record. The only jobs she could imagine were much, much worse than a seedy bar where you were paid to flirt with the customers.
Much, much worse.
But there was always an exception to the rule. When the evening began Elena was busying herself with a couple tables, delivering drinks and making playful eyes at the men she stopped to chat to, thanking God that she wasn't stuck at the tables like some of the other staff. Yet. It would be her turn soon. Before that, though, she noticed a familiar face come in through the staircase leading up to the sidewalk. He was a skinny man somewhere in his thirties, hair thinning already atop his oval-shaped head, with a suit worth more than her apartment and then some. She didn't know his name, but she knew him well enough. The sight of him made her gut churn.
She didn't know his name, but the girls had given him one when they whispered about the customers behind the dressing room curtains: Chum. Chum like the gross, meaty bits they threw to the sea to attract sharks. It didn't seem to fit him at the moment, but weeks ago, it had made perfect sense. The man had always come to the club side-by-side with another man; absolute unit of a gangster, with a mutation Quirk that gave him the appearance of a great big shark. Wherever there was Chum, the shark would show up not long after, and the two would spend the night leering and whistling and touching the staff when they weren't supposed to be...but the boss never stopped them. Not them, or any of the ones like them, because they had the money.
And also probably guns.
It wasn't simple greed keeping her boss' mouth shut.
A couple weeks ago, though, Chum had started showing up alone. Not completely alone, per say, he always came in with a fellow in a match suit who didn't come past the door to the stairs, but the shark had stopped coming in after him. At first Elena had been relieved. Without that big lug flashing those big teeth, maybe Chum would get the treatment he was paying for instead of taking more than he should've been. Maybe her boss would finally step in and give him that final warning he'd been building up to, and go off to find a different club where touching was "allowed". Yet despite the missing fangs, nothing changed. Chum still did as he pleased. Still groped the waitresses as they passed, still tried to buy girls for more than their shift. Still had the air of an untouchable prick that could do whatever he wanted.
Elena was sick of it.
So this time, when she saw Chum come in through the door, give a greeting leer at the woman seating the members today--the best job, in Elena's opinion, because she was done with them in a second or two instead of being on the floor with them--and then take his usual spot at a faux leather couch, she moved to the dressing room.
There had been a name in the chatroom she'd found not a week or so ago. A chat supposedly made for the heroes who weren't heroes to talk to one another. Most of them had been fine, a couple were insufferable, but one had stuck out to her. A fellow who offered to come by the next time she put up with a difficult, disgusting client.
[SENT] BlueBlitz: Where's that charming fellow who offered to punch some wealthy perverts for me? @asura?
She didn't even need to wait three minutes before her phone buzzed in her hands.
[RECIEVED] Asura: DM me the details and I'll make some time.
Elena grinned, the bright red lipstick that was part of her "uniform" contrasting the white of her teeth. Thank God, somebody actually capable of dealing with a fucker like this one in the way she couldn't, and apparently more-than-willingly to boot. She didn't even care that the only thing she knew about this person was their screen name. They were going to be here within the hour. No way Chum was going to be gone by then--he took his sweet, ever to spendable time here, even by himself. So even once he arrived Elena would have a moment to meet him behind the club and give him a bit more information than she'd sent. And, of course, to say hello.
She took a glance at one of the floor-length mirrors in the dressing room, looking over the outfit she'd put on for today's shift. Between the bright red "Fuck Me" pumps, short red skirt, thigh-high black stockings, and low-cut white blouse, she looked like...something quite impolite to call a woman. It was part of the job, though, especially as a "foreign beauty" or however it was she was marketed on the menu.
If she didn't need the money she would burn this place to the ground.
Ah well. Getting one asshole messed up was better than nothing at all.
Now to just play the waiting game. WC: 1056, Nakamura Kou , They're both entertainers...technically? |
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Post by Nakamura Kou on Mar 23, 2019 13:30:28 GMT -4
Nakamura Kou would be the first to admit he had issues. No one without them would have given up the chance to become a hero in favor of vigilante work- And it was quite certain that he could have gotten the job had he applied. He wouldn't be the only actor to turn Hero, after all. However, Kou had his own goals, and being beholden to government interests would make them harder- After all, he was all too aware of the influence his targets had. Even though they committed crimes, they would never be officially taken to account for it. At least, not until the Asura found them.
However, those people were real bigshots. Not people he could get away with taking out, not as he was. Without patience, he would never have made it as far as he did. From a homeless brat on the streets, blacklisted from the only trade he knew- To the rising star of a popular daytime drama, in that very same trade. Their time would come. Just not today. However, the marks they had left- Not just on his body, but on his mind- Those marks were what drove him. And if there was one thing that Nakamura Kou couldn't stand, it was a molester.
He had joined the vigilante chatroom on a whim. Honestly, he doubted it was the real deal- Seemed too easy to find. Too easy to trace. And it seemed he wasn't alone, as the room seemed empty for the longest time. It almost hadn't felt worth the precaution of having Sano pick up a phone for him to use as a burner, in case it was as suspicious as it seemed. But eventually, others came crawling out of the woodwork. He didn't trust them all that much- Couldn't afford to. But he had to admit that if they were actors, they were convincing ones.
And he would know. It was his job.
He also had a sinking feeling he knew one of them- The LightningStrike who repeatedly antagonized the very one he was going to meet tonight. Good thing she hadn't been on when they set this up- Or not. It was always amusing to see how worked up she got. It was almost as though she was afraid Kou would spill her secret identity. As if he didn't know that doing that was the fastest way to blow his own cover- He had enough troubles with that on his own, thank you very much.
But what was important, was that one of the things this person he was meeting had said. Complaining about being molested in the workplace, and asking if it counted as vigilanteism to beat him up. She was joking. Kou wasn't. When he offered to take care of him for her, the vigilante was perhaps more deadly serious than he should have been- A rare instance of him losing his cool. Such was the passion with which Kou loathed the type.
It had been more than a mild surprise when, a week later, he received a notification from his burner phone. Was it a trap? He gave it a 50% likelihood. He had too many doubts about the nature of that chatroom to take any offline meetup without a grain of salt. Was he going to walk straight into it anyways?
Hell yes.
Asura: Good enough for me. I'll be there in, eh, an hour or so. Just gonna take care of business here first.
That business wasn't the normal business an actor would be taking care of on a Saturday night. No, filming had wrapped up earlier, and he had no true engagements to keep him. But he was a cautious sort, and wanted to leave a way out- A trap may lose effectiveness if the target is aware of it, but that doesn't mean it can't tangle him up. He needed to leave a way out in case thinsg went south. And fixing that up was precisely Sadamura Sano's job- The man may grumble about it, but in the end, he had always come through for the vigilante in the past. Whether it was sneaking a mask too him through a police barricade, or finding him an underground doctor who wouldn't ask questions about why a famous actor bleeding from the gut wasn't willing to go to the hospital, Sano was responsible for it all.
This faith was enough that the actor didn't even ask what the extraction plan would be before hanging up, changing clothes, and slipping out the door.
It was perhaps fortunate that although Akuma to Lightning Bolt was quite popular, Kou was still nowhere near a big name. No paparazzi cameras followed him, especially not at this hour- There was no need to go through too many lengths to keep his identity hidden. He could just simply and easily take a car- One not registered to anyone who could be traced back to himself or Kandata's Thread, of course- And drive himself to the address which this BlueBlitz had given him.
If it was a trap, they'd at least had the sense not to lie too blatantly. It was a cabaret club, exactly as described. He didn't go inside just yet, of course. Walking in with his mask on would draw too much attention, and walking in without it meant he would mean getting caught on the club's security cameras. He flipped open his phone.
I'm here. What's the plan?
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Post by Elena Strike on Mar 23, 2019 19:46:36 GMT -4
- IN GENERAL, POOR is POLITE AND RICH is RUDE -
An hour passed by, slow as molasses and nowhere near as sweet. While she waited for the phone tucked into the back of her skirt to start buzzing, Elena went around "working" as far away from Chum as she could without letting him out of the corner of her eye. It was a lot easier than it should have been. He was loud tonight, enough so that she could make out his voice as it carried through the windowless basement that was the club. Not clearly, mind, but the grating, gravely sound of his voice as it got thicker the more he drank was hard to mistake. She pretended to give the other clients her undivided attention. Smile nicely, poor them their sake or hand them their cocktails, light their cigars and cigarettes--she liked the smell of smoke, but the scent coming from these ones just made her sick, especially when they blew it in her face.
She made frequent checks in with the bartender, stealing sips of her own cup that was kept under the bar whenever she had a moment. She wasn't even tipsy after an hour. That wasn't the point though. She just needed to burn the taste of the compliments off of her tongue before she moved onto the next table. Burn them and her throat.
Finally after what felt like the whole damn night, her phone vibrated, and told the bartender she was taking her "smoke break". She snuck over to the fire exit at the back of the kitchen--if the small room where they kept the bottles of sake chilled and a fridge for the girls' dinners a "kitchen"--and climbed the stairs, thankful that the alarm had been broken before she'd even been hired. A second door, this heavy and metal and locked from the inside, was at the top. She stopped just before she opened it to pull out her phone. Staring at the name in her messages, Elena...hesitated.
Uncharacteristically of her, she felt a stab of panic.
Meeting strangers from online was one of those age-old messages drilled into you from the age that you could work a keyboard. Everyone one there was either a killer, a rapist, a kidnapper, or some splendid combination of the three. Here she was in the shadiest part of the city meeting up with somebody from a chatroom she had only joined a little while ago...one who outright stated their pension for violence. At least, towards people like Chum, and the rest of her scummier clientele. Was it better, or nobler, that they were going to hurt the "bad" people for the "right" reasons? Yes. Unequivocally yes. Hell she had been daydreaming of it for months and months. There was a difference between thinking of it and actively instigating it, though.
Elena's hands were shaking. Nerves? Excitement? Fear? Adrenaline?
Also yes.
[SENT] BlueBlitz: There's a fire escape around back. Big steel door with a red "don't open me" sticker. Meet met there, we'll talk in person? It's faster than texting.
Urgh, so serious. We're beating up a creep, not planning a murder.
After a second she followed that message with another.
[SENT] BlueBlitz: And I get to check you aren't just another psycho from the internet with a murder boner. ;3
Perfect.
She tucked her phone back into her skirt, pushed the big metal door aside with a teensy bit of difficulty--Fuck, this thing could kill a man--and as she slid outside she shoved a brick between it and the door frame to keep from locking shut.
Then, because she wasn't a bad girl who went and lied to her boss, she lit up a thin black cigarette with the tip of her finger, her flame lighting the nearly pitch-black alley with a brilliant blue glow. The smoke didn't smell nearly so expensive as her client's.
But hers weren't bought with bloody gross money, so that counted for something. WC: 662, Nakamura Kou , Roxanne don't need to put on that blue light |
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Post by Nakamura Kou on Mar 31, 2019 16:53:12 GMT -4
It didn't take long for his phone to buzz. A fire escape in the back was exactly the type of entrance Kou needed. Thanks. I'll do my best to hide my bloodlust. Kou jokingly responded, before stowing the phone away and getting a move on. His car parked in a nearby lot, Kou would casually walk into the back alleys between the buildings. As he slipped past a sleeping drunkard, Kou contemplated pulling on his mask.
On the one hand, his identity was sensitive enough that it never hurt to play it safe. On the other hand, his quirk was easily as iconic as his face, thus the mask was more an empty gesture than anything. Showing his face was the same as a show of sincerity to the person he was meeting, that he trusted them enough to show his face. Of course, there was the small snag that he didn't much trust her at all. While it shouldn't affect his decision making, there were also the facts that his mask was admittedly a bit over the top, and it would give him a serious case of hat hair were he to take it off later.
All in all, he went in without the mask. Showing a little sincerity never hurt anyone, and it wasn't like it was some big secret. Besides, there was a significant likelihood she wouldn't even recognize him in the first place- The benefits of unpopularity. Ignoring the rusty ladder, Kou would take the shortcut up by directly walking up the wall to the first platform, from which he would take the stairs.
It was a boring climb, punctuated by the inevitable sound of shoes colliding with metal. It wasn't that Kou wasn't making an effort to be quiet, there was just no escaping it. Fortunately, there was no one around to hear it, save for the drunk soundly sleeping below, and the person who stood smoking above. Given the circumstances, Kou had a strong suspicion that she was the one who had invited him- "BlueBlitz?" He would ask, simultaneously checking to confirm her identity, and informing her of his own.
There wasn't much to see of her in the lightning. A foreigner, her skin tone matched the language she frequently spoke with on the vigilante channel. Another confirmation of her identity. Her hair covered one eye, which was unusual- Style choice, or hiding something? It seemed like something might be flickering behind it, so he strongly suspected the latter- But wasn't about to ask. As for her cigarette- Who was he to judge?
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"Blue Blitz"
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Post by Elena Strike on Apr 2, 2019 12:49:56 GMT -4
- IN GENERAL, POOR is POLITE AND RICH is RUDE -
The night was too dark for the smoke blown from Elena's lips to be visible, and they were too far from the street for the lights in windows and on telephone poles to do them any good. Only the faintest of moonlight lit the alleyway, giving everything a dim, grey color. If only the sounds of the city could be so subdued--even at this hour, cars could be heard in the distance, and voices, though muddled, were audible from windows left ajar above. The poor, poor people who could only manage to afford an apartment in this part of the city...not all of them were drug runners and jailbirds.
The faintest sound of something sharp scraping against the bricks of the building caught her ear. Turning her head so she could see them properly, it appeared that her guest had arrived in style. And what a style it was. She couldn't quite make out every detail of it in the low light, but there were definitely a few more limbs on him than the average human being. Because curiosity was her best friend she held up her hand at his prompt question. As she curled her fingers, a faint blue glow, amplified by the low lighting of the alley--shown behind her bangs, and in barely a second the same light had engulfed her out-held fist, turning her hand up to the wrist into a torch. Now she could see him properly, and he could see her grinning, her visible eye somehow just as alight as the one that was literally lit up, only in excitement.
He was surprisingly pretty, too. Was he some sort of model, or was he the winner of the good genetics lotto who didn't make use of it? She could relate. To some degree.
Either way, he had very nice eyes.
Then again she was quite biased, given the color of her fire.
"Bueno, mira aquí...you must have a long as hell 'leg day', Sr. Asura," she moved her hand around, getting a better view of the razor sharp limbs coming from his back, but never growing closer than several feet away. Those limbs weren't made for handshakes, and she had a suspicion he wouldn't want to touch her hand as it was, either. It was distance for both their sake. "...six, seven, eight. Maravilloso."
Elena drew her arm in to near her chest, but not touching. Her clothing wasn't fire-proof, and for now, she wanted to have a light bright enough to see. Just in case.
Initial excitement aside, this introduction was going to feel quite strange; how did one have a good opening conversation that led into planning on beating up a wealthy, perverted criminal? There needed to be an etiquette book about this somewhere. If not for vigilantes, then hey, maybe there was one for heroes that they could adapt for themselves. "The one and only, I should hope. Though you don't need to call me that. Not here anyway," she waved the hand that wasn't engulfed in flames, cigarette still held between her fingers, "You may call me Elena. It's a pleasure to meet you!" WC: 529, Nakamura Kou , Gotta love the mutual "are you gonna back-stab me" |
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Post by Nakamura Kou on Apr 12, 2019 12:41:27 GMT -4
A bright light illuminated the rondez-vous- A light which stemmed from the other's hand, wreathed in flames. Her quirk, Kou supposed. He would tilt his head lightly and grin as the other inspected his own- "Looking's free, but you'll have to pay for anything more than that." Though, by the other's actions, she had no desire to do so- And that suited Kou just fine. Still, his guard remained up- While his eight piercers appeared to be at rest, the truth was that they were ready to spring forth at any moment. He may have been willing to show his face, but that didn't mean he trusted this Elena in the slightest. If that even was her name.
In any case, having already revealed his face, there was little point in hiding his name. ""I'm Kou. Likewise." Besides, being so upfront about his identity lent credence to his prepared claim that Asura Piercer was specifically trying to frame him. To be honest, Kou thought that there was no way that this would work when it came down to the wire, but Sano had proven to know what he was talking about.
However, Kou wasn't here for small talk."So, this guy. Tell me everything about him. If he was just your run-of-the-mill pervert, there's no way you'd have called me in for backup." Well, so long as she wasn't just trying to entrap him by catching him in the act of vigilante activities, anyways. "And what did he do that's so bad you had to call in the cavalry?"
It was a question he didn't really want to ask. He didn't want to hear what had changed in the time since she first joked about it, and actually calling him over. The mere thought of it made him sick to his stomach- But at the same time, he hated the idea of being used even more. The man was no doubt a criminal, from what BlueBlitz, no, Elena had told him over the vigilante channel. But so what? Kou wasn't doing this out of a sense of justice, because it was the right thing to do.
It's just that the thought of a pervert walking free made him sick.
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Post by Elena Strike on Apr 12, 2019 13:34:18 GMT -4
- IN GENERAL, POOR is POLITE AND RICH is RUDE -
It appeared that a conversation wasn't required before getting down to the "fun stuff", which was on one hand a blessing, and on the other didn't give Elena the time needed to piece together her thoughts on the matter. Her expression shifted--smile twitching, brow knitting tighter--as she tried to appear more easy-going about this than she was uncomfortable. She wasn't uncomfortable. Not about the part where they kicked Chum's bucket until he never showed his face around here again, at least. Talking about it was less enjoyable. She just knew Kou was going to judge her for something.
Any normal person would.
"Slow down, vaquero, let a lady think." Elena turned herself so she was looking off the balcony, taking a short drag off of her cigarette before she spoke again. The cheerful tone of voice was pushed aside and replaced with a more mocking mock version of itself. "You know what Hostesses do, yeah? What we really do, not the shitty lie that we're prostitutes. 'cause that's an important distinction. Our clients aren't supposed to touch us, no matter how much money they drop on drinks, and even offering us money to meet outside of the club is a huge no-no. Or. Maybe that's just how it is in more respectable venues..." she scoffed, "Hah, respectable. De todas formas. I don't know his name, but we call this guy 'Chum'. Like the disgusting pieces of meat fishermen use. Fits him to a T. He does that shit. Gropes the girls, myself included, tries to 'buy us' from the bosses or, hell, even to our faces. Real gentleman. But he's just one skinny little shit-stain who doesn't look strong enough to be a problem, so I don't know why the boss doesn't throw his ass out. Or didn't."
Elena looked down at her burning hand, wiggling her fingers so the flames dance and waved, bouncing the light off the dark alley walls. "He sells 'protection' of the 'buy this protection or my goons will destroy your shop' variety. He had a really big mutation Quirk that was always with him--huge shark-teeth pendejo. But I think he got run off or arrested, 'cause he hasn't shown up. I thought that mean Chum was toothless. Instead he's been even worse than before. I never would have called him subtle, but the creep at least used to keep his hands outside the skirt." At the angle Elena was standing, her bangs, though glowing, obscured most of her face from Kou.
He'd be able to see the way her lips curled back over her teeth in a venomous sneer.
"So...less of a 'what's so bad' and more of a 'straw that broke the camel's back'. I'm honestly afraid of what he'll do if he keeps going like this. How long is it going to be before he stops asking for 'extra' and just has his goons drag a girl out of there...? I can't sit around and wait for that to happen before I burn the bastard. But. I don't know what he's got under his sleeves that makes people so scared to touch him." She turned her head to look at Kou again, a fake smile that was no more friendly than her scowl plastered on her face, and she gave him a hot (literally) flicker of finger-guns. "And that's where you come in, hombre araña. Figure that two people with no idea what they're up against will go a lot better than one. And you've even got something nice and sharp to castrate the coño. Whole lot faster than melting them!"
She should probably not sound so "happy" talking about burning off a guy's junk.
Then again, she was pretty psyched that she wouldn't need to touch him.
"Enough of a motivation for you, Kou-tan?" WC: 643, Nakamura Kou , Bonus to Elena: Learning so many spanish curses! |
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Post by Nakamura Kou on Apr 18, 2019 20:35:58 GMT -4
"Suit yourself," Kou would respond, resting back into the handrail of the fire escape. "I've got all night." It was her target- If this BlueBlitz wanted to waste time with chitchat, why would he dare to contradict? As for if she was buying time for legal reinforcements, well, it would be a simple matter to roll off this balcony and scamper off into the night. As for any legal repercussions, Sano was more than capable of cleaning up so long as he wasn't caught.
Naturally he knew what a hostess was. He knew what this lady who called herself Elena was- She had said as much when she told him where she worked. Kou was no stranger to hostess clubs- It wasn't rare to use them as backdrops for meetings, plying directors to cast him despite the pressures from the powerful figures he had offended. Success was mixed, but even that was better than nothing. However, if Kou had a choice, he'd never come to such a place. They may have rules, but the service industry left a bad taste in his mouth. He knew full well what it meant to sell your body.
And it sounded like this particular club was worse than the usual. He regretted not wearing his mask- He didn't trust this hostess enough to show her how he truly felt, but every muscle in his face burned with the urge to contort in rage. Fortunately his fists weren't as strong as his claws, or he would have bent the metal bars with how tightly he gripped them. "Sounds like a real piece of work." He would say when she was finished. He didn't know what a single one of those spanish words meant, but the tone was enough to get the picture. "No name, huh? You at least know what group he's with, right? Your boss is paying them. He manages to put out a call for backup, what kind of mooks are we looking at? Don't tell me you haven't even looked into that before deciding to take him out."
Honestly, Kou didn't care. He had heard more than enough to trigger him. He was just going through the motions. The ones that would keep strangers from knowing that Asura could be used as free labor just by spinning a yarn about someone being a creep. With those out of the way, they could move onto the meat of the business. "So, you got a plan to lure him out? I take it you don't want blood on your nice carpets, and while I'm sure he'll be nice and flush with wine when he heads home, he seems the type to bring an entourage with him." As for her recommended method of dealing with him? ""Wouldn't be my first time. I'm in."
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Post by Elena Strike on Apr 20, 2019 11:48:38 GMT -4
- IN GENERAL, POOR is POLITE AND RICH is RUDE -
"That's...no, I don't know who he's running with. This whole neighborhood is chopped up between a bunch of different gangs. The only thing I know for sure is they aren't Kobayashi goons," Elena flicked a few ashes from the end of her cigarette and watched them disappear into the thick blackness below, "When that whole mess at Tokyo Hospital happened, he was joking for weeks about how Thunder Shock got his ass locked up. So at the very least...we don't have to worry about bringing that down on our heads." Although she hadn't watched the news live that day, she still remembered seeing the headlines on every site, paper, and more for months afterwards. A horrific tragedy unlike any ever seen. Slaughtering innocents. Live battle on TV. The first "big arrest" for Japan's blooming heroes. How fast time flies.
Nowadays you couldn't swing a cat without finding one of those fights going on. One would think that the increase in "heroes" would scare criminals off, but it hadn't.
Not like anything had really changed from when they were vigilantes instead.
The last of her cigarette was too small to smoke without burning her lipstick, so Elena dropped it and ground it beneath the toes of her pumps. Her smile was still clearly forced, and her eyes were dark--metaphorically, one was still glowing quite brightly--beneath her bangs. "I have a plan. I hate it, but it gets him away from this place and separated from whatever séquito he has following him. Are you fast on those legs?" Elena shifted her legs, smile cracking and showing something much more genuine beneath it. Discomfort. Dread. The corners of her lips twitched as her now empty un-burning hand came up to scratch the back of her neck. Her skin felt cooler to her.
Just thinking it makes me want to puke.
"I'll go in and get him to follow me into a nearby alley for...for...you know. Don't make me say it. Unless he's got a kink I doubt he'd make his guard watch us. Soon as we're alone, drop down on him from the rooftop or somewhere. We rough him up, leave him in the alley, and his guy won't come checking for him for at least fifteen minutes after we're gone." Her eyes rose again to meet Kou's own. "This. You get how much I'm going to be trusting you to actually do this, correcta? If you dip and leave me alone I'm. Well. I'm fucked. And if that happens then...you..."
Her voice trailed off, whatever possible threat she could think of coming out empty when spoken with so much fear in her voice. What was she even thinking, using herself as bait to get this guy alone? Why not just cover herself in flame and dive in the window and ruin him fast and easy? Nobody would even recognize her. How could they when she was literally made of fire? But she needed the club in one piece, and the reputation that vigilantes were watching and dive-bombing the place--whether or not it was wrecked in the process--could cause some major problems.
I hate this place.
"...'less you've got anything to add, I'm going to head back in. Stick around the building and I'll make sure there's enough noise for you to see us leaving. Lo tengo?" |
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Post by Nakamura Kou on Jun 9, 2019 18:37:03 GMT -4
“Hm.” The unmasked vigilante would grunt in response. Kobayashi? Not his problem. Leave the big fish to the fishermen. Or in this case, the heroes. But then, that was good in this case. Some of his fellows from that underground Vigilante board might be on the business of taking on a kingpin like the Kobayashi, but Kou had smaller fish to fry. Fish that weren’t tagged by anyone else. But even those fish weren’t on his line tonight. “Well, these things always go south, but at the very least it shouldn’t go Antarctic. Things get out of hand, you’re on your own.” Kou would warn, but he doubted that this Elena would expect any less. The type of person who was down to go on a lynching at this time of night was rarely the type to stick his neck out for a stranger. At the very least, hopefully she would appreciate the honesty.
As for the plan itself, Kou wouldn’t call it out- But he didn’t need to. His narrowed eyes, clenched fists, and irregular breathing would tell the whole story, if it could be seen despite the darkness which surrounded him. He didn’t like it. Not one bit. If it was him, letting that pervert touch him? Hold him? Breathe near him? On the promise of a stranger that he would intervene? Not in this lifetime. He wasn’t even being touched, and yet he could feel his skin crawling in the same way it always did. How could this Elena even stand the idea? But then, he already knew that his haphephobia was an unusual case. If she was willing to go through with it, he had no reason to complain. But perhaps his visceral reaction would provide the reassurance that his words would not provide, that he would not simply walk away. “In more ways than one. But fine, we’ll do it your way. Let’s see if Piggy feels like putting whatever fingers he has left where they don’t belong after tonight.”
With that, Kou would withdraw, his figure fading back into the shadows as he dropped off the edge of the fire escape. Barely visible in the shadows of the alley, one would be better suited finding him by the rhythmic tapping of his quirk as it repeatedly penetrated the brick walls. But even that would unlikely be enough to alert a man drunk twice over, both on wine and fantasy.
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Post by Elena Strike on Jun 13, 2019 22:31:33 GMT -4
- IN GENERAL, POOR is POLITE AND RICH is RUDE -
At least he was honest with how invested he was in the situation. While Elena would have certainly liked it if Kou said he'd stick around even if shit hit the fan, she had the feeling that any sort of promise of that nature would feel empty. That he was able to say he'd bail on her if he had to was not nice, but not cruel either. It was just fact. And it wasn't like she expected to make a lot of friends in the vigilante scene--this was just a really dark, fairly screwed up temporary partnership and nothing more.
Although...his face said there was more to it than just a "professional" mindset.
Elena was curious, but wouldn't press. Not right now anyway. Pissing off the fellow who was going to be her back-up would be a very, very stupid move, even for her.
"That's an insult to actual pigs." She scoffed, and with a flick of her wrist, the flames encompassing her hand went out with neither a sound nor the scent of smoke. The alley was once again plunged into the low lighting of too-distant streetlamps and dim, gray moonlight. The light from her hidden eye faded away once more. She caught the sounds of his sharpened limbs connecting with the concrete, growing further and further away, until Elena couldn't make it out anymore over the sound of her own heartbeat. It was definitely louder than usual--a nervous, excited, panicked staccato.
She then turned around, took the lip of the fire escape door in her hand, kicked the brick keeping it open aside, and pulled it hard enough for the heavy metal to give her enough space to slide inside. It closed with a resounding clank that echoed down the stairwell leading up to it. Elena drew in a breath, and breathed out a hint of steam. Alright. Alright, this was happening. She just had to get his attention--easy enough, as much as she hated to think about it--and be convincing when she accepted his inevitable offer. Would he be drunk enough to notice if she flinched at his touch? She was never a good actor, she was always too honest. But in this situation she couldn't screw it up by pulling herself away at the wrong moment. If she looked suspicious...
No. No, he'd be drunk by now, and his guards or whatever thought she was just some clueless, stupid girl he was taking for a ride for the sake of money. Easy act.
Solo tómalo, y Piensa en su repugnante polla dividida en dos.
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Buena imagen mental.
Elena went down the stairwell, through the sad excuse for a kitchen, and stepped back out onto the main "floor" of the club with a sway in her hips she usually needed a whole lot of alcohol to manage. She could still hear the bastard's voice, even from across the room. If he wasn't drunk yet then he was sure as hell running towards it. She fixed her stockings just high enough that no skin showed between them and her skirt, and, with a heavy pit of loathing in her stomach, approached the couch where he sat, her best "working" smile on her bright red lips. "Hola guapo~ Do you need anything over here? Another bottle of sake? Something to eat?...or some company?" |
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Jun 14, 2019 14:00:28 GMT -4
The sweet taste of flavored vodka slipped past the man's lips down his throat. The sweet taste lingering on his tongue as a soft burning set in on the stomach rather then the throat thanks to downing it quickly and directly. His suit still the look of a expensive and find material that would cost most anyone of the working class and arm and a leg to even consider in affordability. He seemed only half focused into the moment though as closer looking would show his suit a bit wrinkled here and there from his relaxing and where the drink had set in slowly and began numbing his senses. His round eyes on his oval like head seeming lightly glazed as the narcotics and alcohol wormed their way through his system.
He'd tilt his head to acknowledge though the dark complected woman that had arrived shortly after disturbing his blissful fade. Giving her a curious side ways glance as his eyes slowly seemed to look up her long stockings up her body. eye's lingering slowly along the length of those legs of her as his tongue slide along his lower lip in a delicious bit of anticipation that wormed through his mind and imagination.
"Some company sure sounds enticing,... Maybe if I let those legs do the leading I'll find something worth eating as well. Anywhere special we can go?" He'd say briefly reaching into his suit jacket flashing a rather large neatly folded set of bills of cash. The sly sleazy look in his eyes a sign of his appetites stirring if not burning within himself. The narcotics and alcohol in his system numbing him to even come close to possible realizing what was actually going on. For now her figure and words simply had him caught like a fish to a hook. Rising from his couch trying to place a hand softly upon her shoulder for a moment as well. Trying to appear not only as if he had the money but also powerful in stature given his fine suit as well. Giving off that aura of pompous and greedy power that made him feel as if he was above those around him.
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Post by Elena Strike on Jun 16, 2019 11:51:15 GMT -4
- IN GENERAL, POOR is POLITE AND RICH is RUDE -
Asqueroso.
Elena bit the tip of her tongue at the sight of Chum's own darting over his lips like a dog eyeing a plate of cooked steak. She deeply, deeply wished she'd thought to grab a glass of strong stuff before venturing over here, but she needed to be sober to do this--both the inevitable fight, and to keep her true emotions under wraps. In turn she placed a hand to her chest, manicured red nails long and sharp enough that she could feel the tips through the fine fabric of her shirt, and gave the man a coquettish smile. Eye the money he flashed. Play up the foolish young girl looking for a quick cool thousand. Pretend the hand on her shoulder didn't feel like touching raw sewage.
"Weeell, I do still have my shift, Oji-sama," the teasing honorific and name was used often enough by her that saying it didn't choke her, but Christ she wished that it did, "I don't wanna get in trouble for leaving for too long...Mama-san will be mad at me."
She threw a short glance at the proprietor, who was seated at the bar as was usual of her. Almost instantly she regretted it. "Mama-san"--a thin woman in her fifties with intense eyes and bony hands--was looking at her like Elena had grown a second head. Although their relationship was nonexistent beyond the walls of the club, Mama-san knew her girls and knew they knew the rules. Elena speaking to Chum, let alone allowing him to touch her shoulder and to flash that wad of cash, wasn't like her.
Crap. If she came over and said anything, then this could all go wrong.
...her leaving with him would surely give the woman reason to question her tomorrow.
Puedo inventar una mentira más tarde.
Elena return her eyes to Chum's own, and for a moment imagined sticking two of her fingers right into them, and forced her smile to turn into a sneaky, conspiratorial grin.
"Buuuut there's a place a couple blocks from here I know. One of my senpai from another club told me about it! It's a shop that got closed down not a block away. We could go there to talk-" Puaj. "-if you don't mind being a little naughty, Oji-sama~" |
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Jun 17, 2019 19:04:41 GMT -4
He gave a lightly gravely chuckle and grin as she spoke. Adjusting his suit now and again as well as his cuff links. His eyes fixated upon her lips watching casually as they traced her shape in his vision from time to time and honestly doing very little to hide it either. Pulling out a cigarette as well placing in his lips and lighting with a golden engraved lightly offering her one as well shortly after.
"I'm sure Mama wouldn't mind you slipping out with me for a bit. I take really good care of my girls... Good many for a good time." He'd say with his tongue slicking along his lower lip briefly as his lecherous eyes kept focusing upon her briefly locking with her mismatched lovely hues.
He seemed to think on her offer as well as she brought it up. A light spark in his eyes as his brow lifted a bit and his oval shaped head tilted lightly to one side as a small aura of smoke slowly built around him as it bellowed from his lips. The strong imported cigarettes carrying a hefty distinct smell to them.
"You don't waste much time do you... It's nice to see people not only know their place but know what they're good at too." He'd snort and give a gestured hand willing to follow along if she was willing to lead. His own eyes flashing to the proprietor too with a aura of smug chauvinist power that implied he had connections in some shape or form. The kind that felt like he was above the rules and at times acted as so as well.
"Don't suppose you'd like any party favors to ease into things would you?" Implying all sorts of special thins he may have had to take and make the sensations that much better. He'd say in his gravely tone clearing his throat with the smokers phlegm briefly and taking a moment before placing the cigarette back in his lips. He'd follow behind her as well on their way out and when he was sure the proprietor could no longer see. Before they'd get outside as well he'd take a hand sliding lightly for only a moment or two along her backside if she didn't stop him as he'd stay closely behind. The attempt at the touch of her backside in part from what he thought truly awaited him stirring within himself.
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Post by Nakamura Kou on Jun 20, 2019 12:15:25 GMT -4
Time always passed slower when one was waiting. The sounds of the city at night rose and fell, but the Asura held his place. Laughter, cars, and the rowdy raucous of men who had had too much to drink all fell upon deaf ears. How long did it take to lure out human scum like this? Or perhaps it was exactly as long as it took to prepare your mind for the inevitable roaming hands and lewd gazes… The mere thought of it made him sick, so he could only imagine how this BlueBlitz felt as the one offering herself as a sacrifice. Would he be able to do it in her place? To hold himself back? No, if he found one of them, there was nothing in the world that could stop him. Wasn’t that why he had gone so far out of his way to avoid them until the time was right?
But his musings were interrupted by the opening of the cabaret door- And this time, it wasn’t just the usual stumbling drunk who had been taken for his money’s worth. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the grubby hands which fondled the woman he had just met- It was with great difficulty that he didn’t drop down right then and there. Nails dig into palms as he watched, and waited, and followed. Soon, he told himself. Soon.
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