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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Apr 6, 2012 22:19:25 GMT -4
It was a slow night at the club, it usually was on a Tuesday night, what with it being a school night an all. With a sigh, he relieved the bartender for his break and took over. It wasn't often he took over this job, but he had a tight shift and as the owner, he had to fill in when needed. He actually didn't mind, as no one gave him crap for stuff they usually gave the other guy, they knew better to mess with him, he wouldn't put up with it and would boot them out on their tales quicker than a blink of an eye. Wiping down the bar, he sighed, he loved and hated these slow nights, they were always so boring. He couldn't wait till he got home and he could see his brother and get to sleep. He had been sleeping better thanks to the herbs from Lukas. Maybe he should take a day off and leave things to the manager to run so he could take Lukas out on a date. He zoned out while he thought about this idea, no one would bother him in his own club while he was busy.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 8, 2012 12:39:41 GMT -4
Arthur had been sent off for yet another mission by the Government, one out of many he was tasked to go on after the attack not too long after the attack by those Resistance. He had entered the bar not too long ago and was sitting up in the bar, slowly drinking a scotch so not drunk and ruin his mission. He messed with the cup as he looked around the bar, seeing no one suspicious around though he thought it wouldn't hurt to see what they all were thinking. He leaned his head back, acting as if he was bored and closed his eyes, concenrating on every little detail in each of the people's minds.
Nothing.
Not one clue that anyone was a part of the Resistance around here just commoners. Now, back to his real objective, to figure out if the owner of this little club was a Resistance Fighter. He had heard rumours, though rumours they maybe they may all have some truth. He looked at the current bartender. Hmmm, he looks like the owner from the description I got of him, Arthur thought to himself. He put a finger boredly back on his head, looking bored again and looked into his mind. Again not much other than his fantasies for a boyfriend he had. He chuckled lightly, how sweet, he stayed in his mind to see if he could catch anything else.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Apr 8, 2012 13:39:50 GMT -4
As he finished wiping down the bar, he put the rag back into the rag bin he had behind the counter and started on inventory. It was all relatively easy, just dull. Hearing a commotion from the dance floor he sighed. Stupid kids. Heading out from behind the bar, he easily separated the two and gave them the no-nonsense face he used with his brother, his voice taking on just a hint of threat. It was one of the reasons why he didn't have huge problems at the club, no one would dare make him made. "You listen here, you want to start a fight that's your business, but do it somewhere else than in my club. I don't needs some little shit-face punks like you starting trouble and bringing the government's attention here. Now do I have to throw you out, or will you leave on your own?" He was aware his actions were more hostile than need be, but it was all good its was part of his clean club reputation. Stupid kids, he didn't need the government interfering in his club and messing everything up.
He watched the two kids leave on there own and sighed. Good, no need to call the cops and inform the government of any problems in this sector. He didn't need their attention. He really had a strong disliking for the current government. Those damn collectors were enough of a problem without them taking more of an active interest in him or his club. Was it too much to want to say off of their radar. It was bad that he had to raise his brother without their parents, but it would be even worse if something happened to him and his brother was left alone....maybe he should talk to Luka and see if he would be willing to watch over him.....no one else would, everyone else hated his brother. With a sigh, he went back to inventory and proceded to get lost in thoughts about their parents death and his past in the gang.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 11, 2012 20:43:16 GMT -4
Arthur had to smirk to himself as he kept hearing that rather interesting thoughts that mixed into the man's speech to the impudient little punks. He smiled when he heard that this man thought he was staying off the government's radar. When in reality it was the other way around, the government suspected this man for treason and other reasons that Arthur didn't dwell on. He thought it was interesting that this man had brothers, he would definately have to keep a mental note of that later on if this man refuses to talk. A bit of torturing here and there, maybe even a ransom of some sort would make this man talk. And the lover this man also mentioned quite a bit, another thing Arthur could use against him. He kept his telepathy on the other to see if he could catch any other small little detail from this man's head, he toke a small drink of his scotch as he thought, slowly but calmly.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Apr 13, 2012 20:30:11 GMT -4
He looked around when he was halfway through the inventory…he had that odd feeling. It had been a while since he had felt this feeling ….when was the last time he had felt this. Ah, he remembered, when he had first left the gang. Someone was watching him. Trying to think who would be watching him for that long in his club where there was other things to pay attention to, his eyes fell upon a man sitting at the bar, a smirk was present on his face. Walking over to the man, he leaned on the counter and smiled. “Need a refill or is there something else I could help you with?” He never had a customer look at him long enough for him to realize they were watching him. He had to figure out why this man was watching him. What could be the reason? He hoped this man wasn’t drunk enough to try to hit on him, he hated when customers did that, they were usually drunk enough to not take no for an answer and he usually had to throw them out.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 16, 2012 20:32:56 GMT -4
The man's sudden voice startled him lightly and he lost concenration for a split second before he regained it again with a splitting headache. He couldn't keep this going or he would pass out right here. He rubbed his head before turning to face the bartender.
"Oh, no thank you, I was just in deep thought is all,"Arthur chuckled lightly as he looked into the bartender's eyes. He was glad he had eye contact with the other, it made his mind connection easier to project than if they were faced away.
Thats when the comment from the Turkish bartender got to him, that one little thought that made his eyes go big and his connection was broken. Did this man really think, he of all people, was hitting on him. Prepoisterous, completely mad of him, Arthur thought to himself wuth a taken back look. He looked away, played with his straw in his scotch before turning to the other.
"You handled those men quite well...Do you get that often around here,"Arthur asked him, trying to brush away the silence that formed.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Apr 19, 2012 17:12:51 GMT -4
He nodded at the other man’s explanation, it made since. Some people were the type to actually think when drinking, though they usually didn’t do it at a dance club. Though who was he to judge anyone here, they all came here for some form of an escape, to lose themselves on the dance floor and not worry about consequences for one night. If he could help them forget about their worries for one night, he was glad.
Seeing the sudden look on the man’s face, he looked at him strangely. With the suddenness that he turned away, he had to wonder what the other man realized. He wouldn’t pry, it wasn’t his job, but he couldn’t help but be curious. What had put that look on the man’s face. “You alright there Sir? Did the Scotch go down the wrong way?”
Hearing the question, he merely shrugged. “Not too often, but often enough that I keep an eye out for trouble makers like that. It’s usually over a dance partner or an accidental grope or something stupid like that.” He would rather deal with the club trash than some of the other trash he had to deal with. It all worked out in the long run so he dealt with it. Hopefully soon he could get the sum bags off his back and go back to dealing with regular business. One more ridiculous demand…one more demand in general and they would have to go somewhere else. He didn’t do well with demands; it made him want to show them exactly why you don’t piss of Sadiq Adnan.
“So, are you waiting for someone, or just scoping out the prospects on the dance floor?” He grinned at the man, quite sure the answer would be one or the other.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 20, 2012 23:54:04 GMT -4
Arthur chuckled at the man's answer, of course he was fine just a little taken off guard by the man's thoughts. It was odd though, to think he, of all people, was check this man out. He did have a gruffy look that some would find appealing though but he wasn't that type of man. Though, if the mission demanded it, he would sometimes let it sip though only to have the other killed.
"Y-yes, I am quite alright, just realized a few things is all,"Arthur laughed before he toke a small sip of his Scotch and looking at the other. Glad the connection was off, to take break and calm his mind for a second[color-LawnGreen]."Ah, I see,"[/color]
Arthur had to laugh again at the other's comment, his answer was in all honesty, neither of them. In fact, he could be blunt and say he was looking for Resistance fighters but that wouldn't be smart. Instead, he would play it cool.
"No, actually looking for a specific someone, though he doesn't seem to be here at this time,"Arthur said with a slight lie, he knew where this peron was. He was talking to him.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Apr 21, 2012 15:33:17 GMT -4
“Realizations can be dangerous, might want to watch out for those. It’s sometimes best to let things happen as they will and not force things one way or another.” He laughed along and nodded. “Those random fights are happening less frequently thought, words spreading not to start that shit in my club or they will regret it. I run a place to have fun and relax, not for fighting. If they wanted that, there are other places for that.”
He finished wiping down the bar and looked around and nodded. “I see, well, I’m sure he’ll show up soon, after all, who would want to stand up a guy like you." He shrugged and heard someone call his name from the other side of the bar. He turned to look and nodded at them before turning back to the gentleman with the Scotch. “Pardon, but my attention is needed elsewhere. “ He walked off to the other person and started whispering in hushed tones so no one else could hear them. A slightly pissed off look appeared on his face as he talked with this new person ..it was obvious he wasn’t a happy camper at what he was being told.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 22, 2012 12:54:27 GMT -4
The bartender's comment caught him, yet again, off guard and he about choked on the Scotch he had been sipping on idly. He looked at the man, as he lowly lowered his Scotch. How would this man know what kind of man he was, he could be an absolute asshole for all he could know.
"Y-Yes, I suppose,"Arthur mummbled slightly to him as an answer to the comment this odd man made.
Arthur nodded the man off when his attention was needed to a man who he hadn't noticed before while he was here. He looked at the two as they talked with hushed angry voices and it seemed the bartender, who he heard was named Sadiq, was upset. He put his finger to his head and concenrated going into Sadiq's mind and see what he can gather up in his thought of the conversation. Maybe this will finally prove to be this man's downfall and treason of the Government.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Apr 27, 2012 23:09:05 GMT -4
He talked to the man who had brought him the irritating news, who was this fellow to think he could make such demands of him….no one made such demands of him. “You listen here you peon, you tell your so called master that the stuff will get here when its gets here and not a second sooner…and he will not get a discount. This stuff is hard to get and takes time…if he dares to make this demand again, he’ll wake up with me in his room and it won’t be for a pleasure visit.”
He watched the fellow walk away, metaphorical tail between his legs..he needed to calm down again before he dealt with the customers. He took a deep breath and calmed himself…damn people trying to control him just because they thought he needed the money…please, that was laughable, once this was done he was dropping that customer. He would much rather deal with his other interests than this. Finally getting his face and attitude under control, he turned back to the counter and filled a few orders while thinking of a few people he should probably contact. He needed to set up a meeting with Ludwig soon. Shaking that thought from his head, he walked back over to the counter and sighed. “Sorry about that interruption. I’m sure the fellow your waiting for will show up soon, the night is still early after all.”
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 28, 2012 13:07:47 GMT -4
He heard the other's annoyance as he kept his mind locked on his man's mind. Stuff? Hard to get? What was this man implying with these words. He drew his conclusions from the the little he picked up from the conversation. He was thinking this man was in the black market business, which was illegal by torture if caught. He didn't know for certain if that was it. He could have just been agruing about alcohol, very rare alcohol.
But something snapped him out of that thought and back to suspicion when he heard the little tidbit about money and people controlling this Sadiq. This could mean many things, all different but they could all mean that this bartender was a blackmarketer. He had to be careful if this was true, espiecally after hearing the threat he told the man and now he handled the troublemakers at the dancing floor.
"Yes...Of course,"Arthur said looking at the other with a slight smile, deciding to change the subject a bit more, see what thoughts he could gather from it. "How has the taxes the Government's been taking out affecting your business?...I have noticed ten times the more bounties on people at the city square than usual"
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Apr 28, 2012 23:53:19 GMT -4
“Hmm, the taxes are a pain in the ass, had to raise price of admissions and the prices of drinks, it’s a good thing the customers understood, though it helps that they know my club is one of the safest in the district. They know that when they are on my property, they can relax to have a good time. As for the increase in the bounties, it’s a shame. Don’t know what the city is coming too.” It was a shame alright, too many fools not knowing what they were doing, getting caught. Really, was everyone today that much of an idot...oh wait yes they were, they had the governments education keeping them stupid. He really needed to see who was on the list, make sure none of his contacts were on there. It was a good thing that none of his side business dealings could be traced to the club. The profit from that went to helping the kids on the street who are just like he used to be.
“Is it just the taxes that have people wanted for bounties or are there others up there too?” He despised the government but at least they were organized enough to keep everyone informed of who had a bounty on them…he had to wonder if any of them was or be willing to help the resistance.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 29, 2012 17:55:54 GMT -4
Hearing Sadiq's thoughts gave him even more suspicion than he already had, he had a feeling he was apart of the black market. With all these talks of goods being shipped in and money being made from them. The thought about the kids didn't faze him at all. He really could care less about some little whipper-snappers causeing trouble. Then a thought he heard really upset him, to the point where he felt his hand tighten around the Scotch glass.
The comment about the Government education, and it being stupid offended him greatly. Even though he was an agent, he did love his alias job and he didn't see it dumming kids down. He seen it more as making kids useful and intelligent, able to be good citizens other than the uneducated rebels.
"It seems like there is other things as well. Just today as I passed by it from the Unversity there was someone wanted for believed blackmarketing, then there was another, well actually, quite a bit of them I were suspected Resistance fighters,"Arthur said to him casually, though he did add in a few comments to get in the other's skin.
The another thought got under his skin. The Government helping the Resistance, propoisterous, though it did have him doubt his fellow colleagues. He would have to change this little rule about telling people their bounties. Maybe even give a few fellow Government workers some interrgation.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Apr 30, 2012 20:38:28 GMT -4
He stood there and looked at Arthur and a feeling came over him. It was a feeling of slight dread. He didn’t have any thoughts on it, there were no words for it, but he started feeling like he was minutes away from signing his own death warrant. His back muscles stiffened slightly though he tried to keep the rest of his body relaxed… he couldn’t let the man know that he felt that something was wrong. “Really now, remember any of the names?” He wondered if any of the names were any of the people he dealt with on a regular basis. As a rare item hunter, he had to make sure to try to stay away from the blackmarketeers, he didn’t need to get involved with them. He also wondered if they had heard the rumors of the resistance changing their name so they could talk about stuff in the open and not be suspected. He had heard that they were going to start going by a club name of some sort to get around town easier. He looked down and saw that the man was almost out of Scotch. “Need a refill?”
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