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Post by rougestar21 on Jul 1, 2007 2:40:55 GMT 1
We'll see what this guy is capable of negotiating... Jonas muttered as he walked into Club Legion in his long black coat and leather boots, a cast on his ankle, courtesy of Fletcher. However, that's the entire reason that Jonas was here; to make deals and accomplish something he couldn't with his smashed ankle. Even though the doctors managed to put Jonas' ankle back into its socket, his muscles would require a week or two to heal. That is why Jonas came prepared; he felt around in his coat for his extendable steel baton, just in case August didn't want to just talk. Besides, Jonas had made his arrangements with the dean to meet in the club, while keeping a safe distance, and he had made sure to choose a strictly neutral location; Unless August wanted to take down Taiku, the Dean, and Jonas with a steel baton all at once, he wouldn't try anything stupid. It had always been in Jonas' nature to over-prepare for events that could put him in danger, and Hircine wasn't going to be his first exception, not after his fight with Fletcher.
He'll come here... Jonas thought as he took a seat, his legs propped up on the table. He had left a message for August, specifically stating that Jonas could get the Dean, the prefects, and anyone else who wanted to get on his case, away from him, provided he meet some simple requirements; those he kept to himself, and would reveal them when August came in.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on Jul 1, 2007 3:13:50 GMT 1
ooc: Since you're clearly unaware of the rules put in place, I'm intervening here. My club does not permit minors, and as a sophomore, you're out of your depth here. Also, you do not know my character, so I fail to see where you'd even know his name, let alone the fact he runs the club. Also, putting a 'tag' on a thread in my little corner of the board is pointless, considering Legion is free reign for me.
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"Yeah, I see him. When did he strut his way in...?"
"I...don't know sir. He might have slipped in while we were carding some other people, but he's not done anything since he walked in. Do you want us to remove him?"
"...No, I'll see to him myself. He must have a huge pair on him to just strut into a nightclub and put his feet up on a table like he's hot shit, particularly considering he's probably no older than sixteen...Don't let it happen again, alright?"
"Sir."
Tapping the button on the side of his headset, he stepped up from the seat overlooking the main floor, a small corner of the elevated seating section serving as his haven for the moment as he sat alone, quietly sipping a drink and watching over his investment with a calm and cool demeanour. Leaning against a railing, over towards the young man who had made his way in, he was further surprised that he had managed to get in with his leg damaged as it was.
'Boy must be some kind of stealth freak or something.'
The sarcastic thought lingered a moment as he tipped back the last small drops of his drink, setting it down on the table as a waitress neared him, offering him another. Raising a hand calmly, he took the glass with a smile before palming a couple of bills onto the serving tray as a tip, following the steel barrier around to the steps onto the main floor before pacing his way towards the youths table, sitting down rather abruptly before setting his glass down on the table a moment later.
"This is one of those instances where you need to be very certain about what you say, boy. What the hell are you doing in my club?", rather firmly escaping his lips, he folded his arms loosely and leaned onto the table. This young man was in a world of trouble if he didn't have a good fucking explanation for coming here, and even then he was in enough trouble for the fact he was underage.
'Damned kids...'
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Post by rougestar21 on Jul 1, 2007 18:55:48 GMT 1
"Hmm? Oh, I believe you are Mr. Akimoto, correct?" Jonas said respectfully as he took his legs from the table. Jonas knew this was a nightclub, and he shouldn't even be here, but he had a purpose and a need for some security, and a strictly neutral ground seemed like the perfect place for him to be. He removed his sunglasses and spoke to the manager in a calm manner,
"Mr. Akimoto, I came here because I need to meet with someone, someone who just might have something in for me. I chose this location because I need someone to enforce some neutrality, as some added comfort because of this busted ankle of mine..." Jonas motioned down toward his ankle. "Anyway, I heard that this club is very neutral, and had hoped that this would deter my opponent from making any trouble." With that, Jonas slowly and calmly pulled the extend able steel baton out of his pocket and placed it on the table, in full view of Taiku. "This was just added security; sorry about it, but you have to understand; this guy I'm meeting with took down the Dean at Hircine High, and I wanted to make sure I had some way to keep myself from harm." Jonas put his hands on the table, in view of Taiku, and continued to speak, "I plan to make a deal with this guy to make sure that this kind of thing would not happen again."
"Would you be so good as to support the cause of peace at Hircine for a moment, or should I just hobble off on my busted ankle and be on my way?"
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on Jul 1, 2007 19:08:46 GMT 1
ooc: Allow me to rephrase that. You do NOT know my characters name. He does not advertise his presence anywhere, and you have never mentioned/met him in any aspect before this point. You're walking on very thin ice over dangerous waters right now, Jonas, I'd suggest a rethink in your approach here.
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The elder males eyebrow would flick at the mention of his surname. Clearly someone was talking too loudly with too much liquor in them tonight, else the young man who still seemed to see no fault in his being here had asked around for his name. As it were, he was quickly growing an ire at the manner he was being spoken to, as if this little boy considered himself an equal to him in this matter.
"Oh, I assure you, my club is neutral, but that extends to the customers, not the staff....I'll ask you one more time, what the fuck are you doing here?"
His words were much shorter this time as his eyes narrowed, his palms tightening into fists under his arms as he watched the youth sitting opposite him begin to explain whatever seemed to count as a reason. Mention of a Dean brought curiosity, but almost immediately he knew it wasn't Maverik the boy was talking about. Hircine had a few Deans to the case, Maverik was just one of them. On top of that, he had made a near fatal move in producing the baton and setting it down on the table.
'You stupid little prick...'
Almost immediately as the baton was produced, if Jonas had any kind of sight aside from obvious tunnel vision, he would notice two of the doormen quickly approach the table. However, with intent that he would calmly deal with it himself, denying the burly men a little punching bag, he waved them off with a quick flick of his wrist.
"Let me get this straight, see if I got this right."
A slow, heavy sip from the glass, set down and lightly twisted between fingertips.
"You not only invite a trouble-maker to my club, but you bring a weapon along as well. That alone would have you thrown out the fucking door. Secondly, I don't care about individual squabbles at Hircine, what I do care about is the fact that I've got a lot of customers looking my way, wondering why I'm giving the time of day to a little punk kid like you."
Rising from his seat, taking up his glass, he gave a very sharp look back to the young man as he made his way back to his original table.
"Get out. I'm sure you'll find a nice little diner where you can conduct your own business. Come back when you're old enough."
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Post by rougestar21 on Jul 1, 2007 19:25:05 GMT 1
Jonas nodded, picking up his baton slowly, his free hand raised in an open palm, as not to alarm the angry manager. "Ahh, so it is the latter. Well, enjoy your drinks then, I'll see about negotiating this matter myself." Jonas slowly hobbled out the door, careful to ignore the bouncers' gazes as he moved. Cazzate, first mistake; counting on someone else in this city to fight my battles... If only Uncle Vince had been able to do somthing about this. Jonas sighed; this definitely wasn't NYC, and the name Vetrano didn't seem to carry the same weight here. On top of that, Jonas was getting on the wrong side of some pretty unsavory characters, from Fletcher to this guy...
Rome wasn't made in a day, and neither am I, I guess. I'd better call August and change the location...
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