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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 29, 2015 0:24:11 GMT -8
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 29, 2015 20:58:56 GMT -8
Horrible Mike- "Say, are you gone state's evidence as Darren- a term of your work release?" "You are horrible. Nein."
These ramblers rambled. Horrible Mike, when isolated from the stench of The Traitor, still smelled rather bad. But such was life. The car blazed to life and the gents commenced...
Darren- "So what's Casa du Horrible like?" Horrible Mike- "Two guesses and the first one doesn't count."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 30, 2015 23:24:52 GMT -8
They were in a sheisty part of town, and one that Eli had been warned sometimes had Crowboys. It was a relief then to get off the street and into his horrible low rent building. The hall lights flickered, or were dim, or were burned out. Roaches straight fucked around like it ain't no thang...
Darren- "Yeeeeugh. Now I know what their feet sound like." Horrible Mike- "whut"
Suddenly, Eli's phone rang. Demetri. Didn't seem to like responding to texts with texts. Anyhoo, the others turned to regard him, Mike with an expression that said, "You betta not be five-o."
Horrible Mike- "..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 1, 2015 0:18:03 GMT -8
Demetri- "Eli. I have something for you to do. One thousand on completion."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 1, 2015 0:47:06 GMT -8
Demetri- "No questions asked when I have the instructions, I'll call you in ... the next three hours. Then it's on."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 1, 2015 1:04:09 GMT -8
Demetri- "...I know it was recent, but refresh my memory?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 1, 2015 2:14:29 GMT -8
Demetri- "... This is a war, some amount of that is inevitable, but I do prefer to avoid as much as possible for the purposes of discretion... I need to know more about all of the new arrivals, and last night. I can't say anything until I know more. Whatever you know, compose an ee-mail about it, be as thorough as possible."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 3, 2015 1:40:54 GMT -8
Demetri- "It seems we're on the same page then. My e-mail..."
Demetri dropped the electronic haps and the call ended.
Horrible Mike- Darren- "That sounded sheisty as fuck. Coo." "True facts."
They headed to what passed for elevators in this building. One was out of service, door open, string taped across with a hand-made dangling. By the smell, it had been pissed in more than once. Mike pushed the button and they waited for its sister to descend.
Darren- "See, I prefer a dry stench to a wet one, and this buiding Horrible Mike- is soggy as fuck." "Cool, cool."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 4, 2015 23:14:28 GMT -8
((Do post at least a summary of that e-mail.))
Horrible Mike- "Good drugs are really expensive. Darren- Credit ruiningly so." "I remember that. Heroin is three times as expensive as crack, at least."
"Don't get me started on snow, bro."
The elevator eventually arrived and slowly dragged them up. The inside of Mike's apartment, it was...
Darren- "...surprisingly clean." Horrible Mike- "Hell yeah, I run a tight ship I do." It was probably pretty easy to keep clean due to his lack of possessions. A kitschy portrait of Aleph inside a wooden sceptre was the only personal touch. The carpet had been removed leaving a creepy-stained warped pressboard surface, but that was probably as clean as possible, with visible blanching where bleach had been applied to rot, and the whole thing coated with a glossy spray-on laminate. Chemical seal in lieu of baseboards was probably a pest control measure, and in some places the carpet nails created spiny ridges.
The overhead light was dead, but he had bug zapping lights in the corners of the room casting a ghastly radiance and littering the floor beneath with a small amount of charred insects. Along the walls were workshop shelving and racks of tools, and a hat rack draped with neatly wound extension cords. There was one table that was clearly used for work, with a few vises attached to one end, surrounded with three benches.
The bed where he slept was in the corner, a shrink-wrapped futon with two thin blankets loosely folded and tucked in the corner with the pillow. The feet of it were standing in metal dishes with some kind of liquid. An anti-bedbug measure Eli had heard of, but never seen used. Horrible Mike- "If you gotta use the head, open the winder, turn the fan on, and flush more than once. It's a small flat, my friends."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 6, 2015 0:41:37 GMT -8
Horrible Mike- "'Ell yes, or my name ain't 'orrible." Darren- "You could do worse than Michael."
"Say, 'ow you two know about magnets?" "Sheisty friends."
He opened a large grey toolbox and pulled out a brown paper bag. It held something heavy, which he put on the table with a thud. He emptied it with a controlled spill and caught an errant screw with his hand. Darren- "Some assembly required?" Horrible Mike- "Nay, I just 'ave it open to keep the battery from running down."
He tweaked on it for a minute.
"There. Turn this switch when you want it on. The power will last a few hours, but do what you need to double quick just in case. I don't have proper facilities to quality test like legal companies do."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 6, 2015 4:06:36 GMT -8
Horrible Mike- "Not unless you wanna down- Darren- grade your car stereo." "Cool brotha. Now it's time to get Sketchy..." They paid Horrible too much money because illegal things whatta yagonnado, and hustled back to the car to make sure it wasn't losing too many parts. Next stop, Sketchy Mark.
Darren left the window down and the freezing night air blew through their ghost flesh like it wasn't a thing. He directed Eli through the city to a stretch of shittiness out west. There were probably some sad people living in it, but mostly it was warehouses, gas stations, factories, etc. Along the way, Eli's phone rang. Demetri.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 7, 2015 1:59:44 GMT -8
Demetri- "Haven't had a chance to look, but I will. I have a thing. You said you would be willing to work for money. I will give you one thousand marks on completion."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 7, 2015 2:38:19 GMT -8
Demetri- "Be at the corner of 422nd and Bellwether in 20 minutes, pointing south on Bellwether. A man in a red hat will be on the corner, looking in the direction you are to drive. Halfway down the block, you will see an open entrance to a subterranean parking garage. Drive in there, and keep driving until you reach the bottom. From there, you will find out what you are to do next."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 8, 2015 0:01:43 GMT -8
After he hung up,
Darren- "What? No Sketchy Mark? Was that eh... Donny? The one with the teeth."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 8, 2015 1:20:00 GMT -8
Darren- "sexy dolph-wha? ..."
Darren- "Well, you ain't wrong. I'd rather roll up in there with a grand than a few hun."
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