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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 30, 2012 20:59:45 GMT -4
Arthur was thinking for a long moment before nodding slightly. Yes, he remebered some of those names, some his boss signed over to him to deal with. One being the man before him and a few other sorts he didn't want to scare him off by telling him that he seen a bounty on this bartender. That would make him crack and then he would suspect something, no, he would keep it calm. For now.
"Yes, I remebered a few...A younger lad, mid 20's, that was one of the black marketers. It was a shame. He looked like he had so much potiental, he was so young,"Arthur said though behind his friendly mask, he could really care less how younger or old his bounties were. They were all the same, uneducated, little wankers that only cause problems.
Resistance changing their name. Another thought and that made him smirk to himself. How silly these Resistance are, he thought, changing their name, the Government will still find them and destory them. He was smirking to himself too much to register what Sadiq had asked and when he did he got out of his little day dream.
"Ah, yes please,"Arthur said with a bright smile.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on May 1, 2012 20:24:15 GMT -4
“A kid that young huh, that’s a shame. I’ve always got positions open here for people who needs jobs, they should have looked around, working in a club I’m sure is a lot safer that being a black marketer.” A rare item hunter was constantly being badgered by the black marketers, wanting him to help them get their crap instead of what he was looking for. He sighed, that was neither here nor there and he had other customers. Getting the scotch, he refilled the man’s glass and put the scotch away, he had to wonder if the guy the man was waiting for would be arriving soon or not. There was something about the man that rubbed him the wrong way. He was hiding something.
“So, was there a certain time that this guy was supposed to meet you here, or were you going to surprise him? If you give me his description, I could keep an eye out for him.”
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 3, 2012 8:53:34 GMT -4
"Yes, but these blackmarketers, always part of the Resistance. They are just a bunch of whipper-snappers that don't know right from wrong. Cause trouble through the districts is all they do,"Arthur said to the man before taking another sip of his scotch.
Hearing the other's slight thoughts he looked at him, he had to work fast, the longer his 'date' toke the more this man will think he lied. He played idly with the small straw in his glass moving around the ice.
"No certain time...He said just to meet him here,"Arthur sighed lightly."I don't remeber what he looked like from right now, just that he was going to meet me here." Arthur looked at the bartender,"In fact he looked alot simliar to you,"
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on May 3, 2012 19:10:39 GMT -4
"Whipper-snappers? Aren't you a little young to be using that word?” Really, it had been ages since he heard that word and the gentleman in front of him didn’t look as old as himself….not that he was old by any means…damn it, he was not old! With a mental growl to himself over accidentally calling himself old, he shrugged. “I haven’t had any experiences with the resistance, so I can’t say anything about it.” It was true, he didn’t have much experience with them, and that’s where he halted that thought.
“Hmm, really? I haven’t seen anyone that looks similar to me around here… was this a blind date, cause I think you might have been stood up, sad to say. Everyone here knows what I look like, have to as the owner of the club. Well, if it does turn out he stood you up, that’s his loss then, for all he or myself knows, you could be a great guy. "
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 6, 2012 11:42:12 GMT -4
That one thought, that small little comment in his mind made him choke on his Scotch and he had to hold back a loud laugh. Well, the bartender didn't seem THAT old or at least he didn't think so. He looked maybe, early thirties, at least to him. He cleared his throat before putting down the Scotch before he started spitting it out.
Arthur shrugged and chuckled,"Must be all those older gentleman at the school, I guess their slang is rubbing off on me," Arthur smiled lightly as he toke another sip from his Scotch,"Well that good to know, bartenders not part of the Resistance, it makes me feel afer when I come into clubs."
Arthur shook his head,"No, it wasn't a blind date, in fact it was a serious business discussion, very serious discussion,"Arthur said with a smile as his eyes penerated the others."Things that had to do with unpaid taxes, suspected smuggling and one of the worse offenses, dealings with the Resistance and helping them,"Arthur said with a sly smirk as he looked at the other.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on May 6, 2012 18:41:12 GMT -4
Sadiq had to wonder at what made the gentleman in front of him almost choke on his drink… at least it looked like he almost did. Watching as he put the scotch down, he kept a close eye on him, he could tell something wasn’t right, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Yea, I can see how that would work, I sometimes find myself talking in the slang of the clubbers.” Seeing a hand waving out of the corner of his eye he sighed and looked over. “Take a chill pill, I’ll be over in a sec.” Turning back to the man in front of him he shrugged. “Happens to all of us, we pick up phrases and such that are used around us. Why would you suspect my bartender is a part of the resistance? And please keep your voice down, not everyone here would be happy to hear such talk “
As he listened to the type of meeting the man was waiting to have, all of his instincts went on high alert and were ringing silent warning bells in his head. His body wanted to swallow but held back. He let his thoughts go blank as he let his street instincts come into play, instincts he should have never let get as rusty as they seemed to have become.
He could feel his facial expression change slightly, back into the harder, colder one he used back in the day. “Those are some hefty crimes to be throwing around in public, you never know who could hear you and take offence that your brining that kind of talk into a place to have fun. I suggest you hurry up and find your man, then take him somewhere else to have your talk. I will not have the peacefulness of the club destroyed over the likes of you.”
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 7, 2012 9:01:43 GMT -4
The sudden change of the other's attitude caught him off guardbut he suspected as much from the other. He touched his knife from under the bar, gripping the hoister if he had to use it.
"Lets just say, its in my job description to bring traitors to justice,"Arthur said in a low, menacing voice, his happy-go-lucky attitude gone as fast as it came. His bright emeralds turned dark, his true cruelty and coldness came out as he looked into the other's eyes.
"Anyway, I think I found the boy I had business with,"Arthur said looking at the man,"Care to take a small walk with me, I am sure your bar will be left in the best care,"Arthur said with a slight smirk though his voice had acid flowing from it and floating through the air to the Bartender's ears.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on May 8, 2012 2:11:21 GMT -4
He cocked his head to the side and eyed the man in front of him up and down in an apprising manner, as if trying to figure out if the other was talking truth or just blowing smoke. “Who’s definition of traitor are you using hmmm? Someone who goes against the government for the good of the population? Or someone who oppresses the citizens and makes them fear for their very lives everyday of the week? Which definition are you using government pig?”
He had leaned forward to where both of his hands were resting on the bar, shoulder with apart , able to whisper to where no one would be able to hear their conversation. His eyes were hard and were challenging. He let out a dark chuckle with the man’s words. “Why should I, you invaded my place of business, have no warrant, no tangable proof of anything to back up anything I am sure you are going to say, now I have two words for you. Get. Out.”
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 12, 2012 12:20:08 GMT -4
"The Resistance is just a group full of criminals that have to act like little spoiled children,"Arthur said with a dark voice as he looked at Sadiq. The other didn't scare him, he had to fight worse Resistance fighters than this one."They are the main reason we have been "oppressing" the population. It because of them that we have became more strict on the people,"Arthur grimaced at that name, that government pig name and he glared, clutching his knife even more tightly.
Arthur's smirk widened at the other' threat and he looked the other in his eyes. "I have all the proof I need....Boy...All of it,"Arthur said with a smirk."The mind, its a great weapon, isn't it?...It can tell one so mcuh about another's secrets and yet, the other is completely oblivious to it,"'
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on May 12, 2012 18:04:28 GMT -4
“The resistance is made up of everyday citizens who are tired of the government ruling every little thing about their lives, and they only formed after the oppression began, not before. I suggest if your after your opponent, you learn everything you can about them before attempting an attack or try to get a confession out of them." He had to keep himself in check and keep his instincts under control and his own power in check.
“Do you really?” He cocked his eyebrow, it was a metal power. A small section of him started to worry and replay all that he had thought to see if what he had said and what it could mean. "A mind power huh, do you force your way into another’s thoughts , see what they can tell you about the person hmmm, how you can twist those half thoughts and the vague ones to mean whatever you want…you disgust me. You claim to work for the government and I can see why, it lets you be the bully and to legally pulled the wings off a fly like some sadistic child. You don’t scare me, you are nothing but a child who has never been told no."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 22, 2012 19:22:41 GMT -4
Arthur's eyes naroowed at the other's comments, in the weight of his anger he ended up shattering the scotch glass in his hands. He picked up on of the larger shards and pointed it to the other.
"You think I am a sadistic child, quite the opposite, I just try to teach others a lesson, to teach those bloody Resistance a lesson, a very simple lesson,"Arthur hissed at the other as his green eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses."Now...You ARE coming with me, or I'll dig around in that little mind of yours and erase every happy thought you ever had in there, I will also erse your thoughts about your little lover, your choice,"Arthur hissed, malice running out of his mouth and into the other's ears.
Arthur never used his thought erasing power much, because it drained him considerable but if he had to, he would, it wasn't like everybody in the club knew he was a spy and plus he noticed a few Government to back him up if it got bad.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on May 22, 2012 22:43:27 GMT -4
He felt his eye twitch as the glass broke and broken shards and the remains of the scotch drip onto the counter...the counter that he had just finished cleaning. Looking up from the mess to the man he was a bit surprised to see one of the shards of glass being wielded like a knife, but what seemed to be an expert. It was pointed by him and was sharp enough to do damage if it were to cut him in over an artery.
Hearing the threat. he narrowed his eyes and looked him over again in an appraising manor once more. In a blink of an eye the man's demeanor had changed...this man was truly dangerous. "Fine, you want me to come with you so bad, give me five minutes to take care of things here so the club can keep ruining without me for the night." He had to shove a piece of metal back into the bar that had raised up on its on, but he didn't think about it, it happened common enough that it wasn't something he had to think about. Moving away, he walked over to one of the manages and explain that he had to take care of something and would probably be gone a few days..and if his Italian friend or Luka called to tell him he would be back as soon as he could. With a nod from the manager, he walked back over and around the bar so he was on the same side as the man. "Put the glass down and we'll leave, no need to concern the usual customers that like me, we don't need any problems from the other citizens. Just leave everyone else alone, they have no role in whatever you think I have done."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 24, 2012 12:12:49 GMT -4
As Sadiq got up to go talk to the manager, his eyes followed the other, making sure he wasn't going to do any funny business like call a ambush once the two of the got outside of the club. He put the glass shard down, but made sure his hand was close to his pocket in case he had to unsleath his knife. He got up from the bar chair and looked up at the other, he nocticed he was quite a bit taller than himself, by a foot at least but it didn't mean Arthur could take the other.
"Lets go then,"Arthur hissed behind the other as he lightly pushed the other toward the door, making sure to make it look as normal as he possibly could.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Jun 6, 2012 19:08:24 GMT -4
He saw that the other had put down the glass shard and sighed internally, he hated getting cut by glass, it was worse than being cut by metal. Nodding as the man gave the word to go, he felt him slip behind him and the push to the door. His lip and eye twitched at the touch and he looked behind him briefly. "Don't touch me you filthy piece of gutter slime." He had said that loud enough for only Arthur to hear it and all of instincts were going off...someone was behind him and he couldn't stand people behind him. With a small sigh he kept walking out the door. A small part of him wondered when he was going to see his beloved club again. Once they were outside the door and away from others he stopped and turned towards Arthur. "This is as far as I'm going without being told where you’re taking me. Are you arresting me or are you just bringing me in for questioning?" He cocked an eyebrow and wondered what the other would answer.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 9, 2012 19:58:46 GMT -4
Arthur narrowed his eyes at the name, though he was called much worse things before. He just ended up pushing the other again before they entered the alleyway behind the club's second exit. He just looked at Turkey, not answering his question before he moved a hand to where his gun was hiddend as he watched the other with cat eyes.
"I am arresting you and putting you into questioning, but whether you end up leaving or going to prison is up to me,"Arthur said as he hid what was truly going to go down. He didn't want the other to start freaking out, maybe even trying to contact the Resistance in a secret way. He was going to make it seem just like a normal questioning and arrest that wold end with him going home.
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