Adam
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I nod, and wave a hand dismissively.
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This is starting to hurt my head..."So where are these cameras? Let's just blow 'em up.
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I sit silently and listen as she scans my room, then addresses me directly. I gotta say... I ain't much of a believer in "the feed" — folks come into my bar cooked up on some blazin' drug, rantin' about eyes watchin' them, and you learn to be a litt…
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Once we're upstairs, I unlock the door, and flick the lights on in my office/room. I make my way over to the desk, and sit down in my chair."So then — what's this all about?"
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Well fek me... That bad, eh? I pause a moment, pour myself another shot, pound it back, and leave the shot glass upside down on the bar."Sure. Come up to my office. I'll let her lead the way, presuming she's amenable.
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Right to it, I guess... I slide my glass away for a moment, and calmly nod my head."Yes I have... I could have sworn I heard it again before bed... I went looking for the source, but came up empty. Not that I was looking very hard, but I was lookin…
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I am genuinely charmed by you. I'm also tired, and a bit on edge from a dream I had that reminds me of why I came out here in the first place – but you calm me, and put me at ease... I'm also worried you might leave, so I'm trying to play it all off…
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Her bashfulness puts a smile on my face, and I dismiss her concerns."It's nothin' — just a bad sleep is all. I'm all ears."
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Sunshine? Fek... That gets a smile out of me. Not only is the thought ridiculous because I look like shite, but it also seems odd to imply something as harsh and unrelenting as the sun could be seen in a positive light. I eye her up and down, grogg…
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I take a seat at the bar, and rub my eyes for a moment, trying to overcome the grogginess hanging over me like fog in the morning. I reach over the bar, and grab a bottle of swill, and a pair of cups, when I see Sierra enter the bar. I motion for he…
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I fight the urge to get out of bed and walk around for a bit, pretending I'm gunna go back to sleep, but as the minutes pass, and I can barely keep my eyes shut, I give in. I take a swig of the swill next to the bed, and head over to the washbasin t…
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The rest of my day was a flurry of serving, and listening. Listening to the folks that come in, tryin' to sort out opportunities for Mot and his boys, listening for "business" opportunities, listening to Mot make an arse of himself singing a song, a…
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Gigg is a character... I normally like keeping folks at arm's length – but it seems like I ain't doing the best job of that these last couple days. Certainly since Sierra showed up, with her whiles, and the like. Hmm... I suppose there's no rush si…
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OOC: Spending Esco's hold – is Gigg telling the truth about considering Esco a friend?
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I shake my head."Sierra and me busted our arses yesterday to get Ziggy in line — if we up and kill her now, all that work will have been for nothing, and we'll just be stuck teachin' this lesson to the next blazebrain that fancies himself a king." …
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My eyes narrow at Gigg's suggestion — like I don't know a toll to enter the Irons is a hardship for business here. I turn back to Motley, but keep my eyes on Gigg."Yeah, I got a fekin' job for you. Rooms are at a premium; but your boys buyin' booze,…
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OOC: Reading Gigg. Roll+Sharp. (highlighted) (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 1, 5. Total: 7)
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I'm about to answer Motley, a little annoyed that I got woken up for this shite, when Gigg opens his fat mouth, and questions my business acumen. My jaw drops. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Gigg?"
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"Gentlemen," I call, making my way over to them, "This shite better be good if you're wakin' me up before noon." I tap an Amazon on the shoulder getting a little too chummy with one of my girls."You gunna snog, or what? We don't serve chit-chat on…
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I shoot Wanda a wry look,"You're insatiable, woman... I don't know how to feel about that." I step out of my office, and lock the door. Then I slip into my jacket, and make my way down to the bar, to find our guests.
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I shake my head, and close the door behind me. Sasha's a weird fekin' woman... A whore, and a business woman, who looks as shocked as ever to see a blazin' cock and balls. I decide not to give it any thought. I clear my throat, and flick on the ligh…
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Loopy fekin' witch... That won't stand. I gave her the damn tribute — it's time Ziggy gets a lesson in respecting folks. I stand there a minute, percolating thoughts."Give 'em drinks until I come down. I won't be long..." Gotta get the phlegm situa…
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My room... Like I said: I've got an office upstairs, with a desk, and chairs, and the like. The walls dividing us off from the rest of the Diamond are corrugated steel, scavenged from the collapsed building that was out at the entrance of the mine. …
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I smile, and put a welcoming hand on her shoulder,"Today? I'm takin' ten."
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I figured it might. I don't often push whorin' as a job offer right out the gate — I usually let the girls work their way to it themselves, or make subtle suggestions and the like. Right now, though? I really do need a cleaner."Yeah. I'd imagine you…
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A brothel ain't really the place for a boy his age — not that he'd be the first kid I took in, and most of my girls have a certain motherly quality to them. He'd be well cared for. It just doesn't help the atmosphere. Someone with some cleaning skil…
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I stand stoic as Cinch fills me in on savin' these two, and flick my toothpick around in my mouth as Rufe steps forward. I consider her for a second... Bruises and scars invite trouble in a brothel. Especially here..."What kind of work you lookin' f…
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I eye the watch a second, thinking it will likely do. Suddenly this is my fekin' problem... I'm runnin' security for the irons. A fekin' bartender, and pimp. Great."I'll get it done, Norvell — one way or another." Ziggy had better lay off the feki…
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OOC: Manipulating Norvell into paying his fair share. Roll+Hot (highlighted). (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 5. Total: 10)
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My eyes narrow at Norvell's accusations. I don't take kindly to cry-baby miners who blame all their problems on me, but cry foul about paying their tabs when the trade is good. I reach out my hand."Cough up your share then, Norvell – I don't run a …