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Post by taru on Mar 20, 2007 4:50:38 GMT 1
Taru sat patiently on a table waiting for the two. He had a sip of his coffee as he thought about the girl he fell in love with. He loved her so much. But he had to get her off his mind paritally so he can talk to this girl and what's her purpose. She's quite confusnig and her street preformances is quite unesscary. Atleast thats what he thought, he quietly sighed as he took another sip of his coffee. her eye color is quite wierd. not lot of people with that kind of eye color. could fool anyone easily. no wonder why she made a fake preformance to get some extra cash. Oh well, he just had to wait until she came into the starbucks shop although he ddnt even give him an adress.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 21, 2007 0:47:37 GMT 1
[FRIEND]: “These aren’t lady hands, these are lethal weapons, see!”
“Just… Please.”
Valencia’s friend calmed down and pouted as he walked alongside the “blind bandit” he dubbed outta-the-blue earlier, shuffling his feet and keeping up with the brisk-paced Asian. He only wanted to come along for the laughs because he knew that Valencia had her ways of getting the point across and by golly, her points can become spears when she feels like it. As for Valencia, as surprising as this may seem, she’s not a Starbucks fan. She’s more likely to stop at a Lollicup in ChinaTown for a lychee boba than at a coffee shop. So why did she decide to show up when requested? Because her friend wanted the score to be evened, even though his friend Valencia would be the one to do it. Sheesh. For the sake of the narrator, let’s call him Frank. Frank opened the door for Valencia before following after her as she glided to the table where Taru sat at. As soon as the duo was seated, Valencia balanced her head in the palm of her hand while her elbow rested on the tabletop.
“Hmm?”
…As for Frank…
[FRANK]: “You. Boyo. You’re paying.”
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Post by taru on Mar 21, 2007 1:59:46 GMT 1
"I pay for only women. Unless you suddenly got a vagina."
Taru looked at the guy with an eye brow raised amazed how he would think of him buying anything for that guy. As if. Taru scratched the back of his head and sit up and looked at Valencia.
"Alright...So why you having this girl pretend to be blind, and using your skills for little money. When you can use it for so much more hmmm?"
Taru asked puzzled and took a sip from his cofee wondering.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 21, 2007 4:14:30 GMT 1
[FRANK]: “Takes one to know one, doofus! How else would you be able to pay for yourself, huh?!”
“Ahem.”
[FRANK]: “Tch.”
All it took was that one sentence that Taru uttered and Valencia was already tempted to take a chair to his head. The next sentence made her want to tear off his arm and beat his head with it. At least, mentally. She didn’t feel like paying for property damage, hospital bills, or physical therapy. Why? Plain and simply, it made her think of a certain someone in her life that always makes her want to throw a heavy object across the room… Or just break something. Who else but her ex-boyfriend! The possible flirting and the suggestion that she could use her abilities for something else, those were the key terms. Sure, she was moving on in life, but while she's moving on... Dang, why the hell was the rest of the world following her!? Valencia stopped herself, took a couple steps back in her head, and decided to try again. Great job exercising the self-control. It was pretty easy for her to get carried away sometimes when that was one of the last things she wanted to do.
“’Cause I feel like it.”
…She responded curtly. Valencia wasn’t going to reveal that she made much more money than the chump change she got from the streets any time soon. Call it… “Maintaining an identity” and a somewhat secret one at that. Or just humility. She wasn’t thirsty but Frank was, so he went off to the counter to order something for himself.
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Post by taru on Mar 21, 2007 16:59:07 GMT 1
"You like to fight and what not right? Why don't you use those skills for something else perhaps? Make more cash than any normal job? I was interested because I know a way you can do that. And even if you have another job besides street preformances, you can certainly earn more cash than doing that. Just letting you know now."
Taru looked into her eyes with seriousness.
"I'm younger and all but, I know when someone has potential to do very well in this world we live in. Especially a talented person like you miss....Errr...Layla? Which I doubt is your real name. But yeah you can use your skills to some use. And maybe quit your other job if you have one. I don't know it's up to you."
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 22, 2007 6:40:21 GMT 1
“You like to fight and what not right?” Ladies and gentlemen, Valencia’s thought processing. Aren’t you glad that she keeps most of these thoughts to herself? By the time Taru finished, Frank returned with his frappuccino, slurping it along the way as he pulled out his chair to seat himself. He looked to Taru, then to his buddy Valencia, who was staring off into nowhere land (as usual) instead of back at Taru, despite her attentiveness. She sat up in her seat and ran her fingers through her long “blonde” hair, sighing through her teeth with a twinge of annoyance… Thanks to the wild works of her noggin. Not like she wanted to mess up her own mind, but… Well, word choice does weird things to people. “Usually, before I let myself be persuaded to do something, I’m not only presented with the need and the suggestion, but also the means and alternatives. In other words, if you’re going say I should do something… It’d be wise to outright say what that ‘something’ is and cut to the chase.” |
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Post by taru on Mar 23, 2007 3:11:55 GMT 1
Taru smiled slightly and nodded his head.
"Alright. My mother's been constantly investing in different opportunities and such. And I believe you know the next upcoming tournament is coming up. I'm not quite sure if you already are and if not are willing to join. We'll bet a fortune on you. And we'll promise to give u 55% of the profits. Which is alot for how much we're betting. If you're not participating in the fight, you can in later ones. Because when im talking about money im talking about millions. My mom hasn't been home in years due to her business making money. She's willing to use those investments if you win. Not all of it of course so we can still live in our house and such. But I'm pretty sure you wan't millions of dollars yes? And with your skill I'm pretty sure you can do well in the tournament if not this one. The next."
Taru took a deep breath after finishing.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 24, 2007 16:43:46 GMT 1
“Hm.”
Valencia closed her eyes to ponder over the matter, whereas Frank eyed Taru dubiously. As con artist of sorts, Frank had his ways of seeing a scam in the making. Know where you put your money, even though it was technically Taru’s money and Valencia’s body up for the trades, so to speak. When it comes right down to it, trusting a complete stranger isn’t always the best way to make a profit unless you knew the said stranger. It was the only smart yet enterprising thing to do whenever presented with an opportunity from the heavens when you’re not really religious. If Frank believed in faith, he wouldn’t be conning tourists out on the streets. He slurped a gulp out of his frappuccino, then placed the beverage noisily on the table before leaning forward with a lift in a brow.
[FRANK]: “First of all, who do you think you are and who are you? To me, you just sound like a rich kid who has nothing better to do. As nice as it is that you’re giving us—”
Technically, me…
[FRANK]: “—This offer and even background as too where you got the cash, but seriously.”
Valencia opened her eyes again to give Frank a sideways glance, causing him to cool off a little. He pouted and sat back into his chair, slurping his drink loudly.
“In all honesty, as long as I get the money and peachy keen about where it’s coming from, I’m fine and it doesn’t really matter what I have to do to get it… Within reasonable limits. Whatever the case, I’m flattered at your confidence in my ability, but like my friend said… Gimme some proof for me to simmer ‘bout instead of just words, or I’ll just think that you’re scooping up fighters off the streets to get mauled for your entertainment. A couple twenties seems like chump change compared to what you’re talking about. You don’t need to lug out a briefcase, all I need is something subtle enough to get the message across.”
Just because I’m a stuntwoman means that I’m an ignorant daredevil. I’m aware of the dangers and stay on my side of the dotted safety line as much as necessary to live and die another day.
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Post by taru on Mar 24, 2007 19:34:53 GMT 1
Taru sighed.
"You sir, aren't really needed. And the money, well you can see for yourself when we get to the bank. And to be honest i'm not that rich. I was middle classed in Japan till I came here, my mom took all the money from my father's bank and has been working non stop with investments, stocks, and real estate. And those twenties are from MY account. not my mothers. That's where the big money is. your fighting prowess can be the thing that will get you rich and me a bit richer. The tournament has its flaws with betting system. There's a certain amount of money you can bet to get alot and you still won't lose alot to get you bankrupt. Anyways here...."
Taru reached into his pocket and pulled out a check book obviously not his. He opened the first few pages.
"This is my mother's...Look..."
The first page said 100,000 to buy a car.
"She was gonna buy the car and sell it to someone else for a higher price. The money isn't the problem. If you win, you get more money then the tourney offers. Think about it. If the odds are against you, I bet a measly 100,000 and imagine how much it would multiply. So I have a stragety...that might work if you agree..."
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 25, 2007 20:29:24 GMT 1
Valencia’s friend stopped slurping and moved the green straw to the side of his mouth to be firmly held by his dentures. From there, he began to talk through his teeth with an air of arrogance.
[FRANK]: “Now I’m going to wonder how you got your hands on your mom’s che—”
Valencia sighed loudly, cutting off Frank. She then began to massage her eyelids with her fingers, causing Frank to continue slurping his drink. The young man originally saw this as an opportunity to get back at Taru from earlier and a chance to watch Valencia snap someone’s neck due to her man-hater tendencies. But as this meeting went on, he began to see the mercenary-like side of Valencia slip right in beneath his nose. Sometimes, he wondered what was up with Valencia with her businesswoman attitude, especially when it comes to money. There were times when he noticed that she made more money than what was required to pay her bills and there were also times when she mentioned she was saving up for college and transferring to some university, but it never quite added up to this conman’s intuition. Because Frank never really saw any of her bills, he knew that she made lots of money somehow and he has yet to see where that money went.
[FRANK]: Valencia, with the money you’re making or trying to make… Are you really going to take this creep’s offer? You always told me that money is material, but it’s necessary to get the things you want… What. The. Hell. Do you want.
The young lady crossed her arms and resumed a more orderly sitting position, hues stuck on Frank’s frappuccino out of the corner of her vision. Valencia wetted her lips and gave her verdict.
“Listen up. I already have a bunch of leeches, parasites, and symbiotic relationships with people in terms of making money, so I’ll have to see if any of this tomfoolery can fit into my ‘schedule’ before agreeing to anything.”
Frank rolled his eyes, pretending that he didn’t hear Valencia’s comments about leeches, parasites, and the like.
“So… There’re no guarantees. If I know I’m going to be free for a night or two to beat the snot outta someone, I’m going for that 55% profit on the condition that my two lesbian friends get good viewing seats with those filthy rich people. Other than that… Well. Y’know.”
((OOC: Ahh... Sunday mornings~))
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Post by taru on Mar 25, 2007 23:47:48 GMT 1
Taru felt wierded how upon the woman's response but smiled a little bit. Taru knew that he had a sort of compromise with tie girl. Two lesbian riends getting good seats isn't that hard. Just gotta beg him like crazy and do whatever she wants. She already has leeches parasites and other relationships when it comes to money. She probaly does make a pretty good income as it is, but theres a way to do something to get more money than possible. Hopefully, he can convince her his plan might work. Probaly will due to the easy deception people can experience due to a few lies and false accusations of how the person actually is.
"Anyways. We gotta get this on paper sooner or later. But, you know how the betting system works yes? The odds upon a person is usualy depicted upon thier reputation among thier fighting prowess. But there's a flaw with that. A person who was comepletly cold killer and can beat anyone in the tournament will usually not have the odds against him or her. But lets say, that cold killer was to most people a weak sympathetic being. And all the odds are AGAINST the person. Think about that. But is actually very strong and can easily take out anyone. As I said before the more odds against you equals more money for the both of us. Your 55% profit would increase if the odds we're against you. I don't know if you'll agree to this or not but, if we somehow, get your reputation to make you seem a huge loser when you fight in the tournament with all the odds against you. Then you suddenly beat the crap out of him. Imagine how much money would that be just because off what people made the odds upon you. If it were 20,000 to 1 or something like that. Just saying. And my mother betted 500,000 on you, that would be plenty of money yes? So just imagine if we get those odds REALLY against you and the money being betted is high enough. Think of the possibilities of how money we would get just for convincing people your a piece of crap when you are actually a weapon that can beat the crap out of someone. So what do you think about that...?"
Taru fit a small smile after his large amount of speaking then took a sip of his coffee and looked at her friend who truly truly hated him.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 26, 2007 9:55:12 GMT 1
Frank merely scoffed in return to Taru’s gaze and continued to slurp his frappuccino until it was finally finished. He rose from his seat to mosey on over to a nearby garbage receptacle and chucked it in as if he was shooting a ball into a hoop. The cup swirled halfway about the rim of the bin, then made it in, causing the conman to give a silent cheer. Dusting off his hands with a satisfied grin, he dropped into his seat again to continue listening in on the “engaging” conversion between the “blind bandit” and this brat. Frank had a feeling that he wasn’t missing much and this was confirmed the moment Valencia coolly replied…
“That’s the story of my life in a nutshell. Of course, it’s not as if no one knows that I can fight. Since I believe you’re talking about the same tournament I’m talking about, I’m sure quite a few people there already have made the mistake of finding out about my abilities and maybe even the extent if you count the more formidable fellas. If you have anything else that’s worthwhile to say, I believe it’s for both of our best interests that you out with it.”
I have other things to do than to waste my time just talking here.
[FRANK]: Since this is a betting thing, I doubt that exchanging names is necessary… But “on paper”? Ha. What does he think he know about doing this sort of shady business?
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Post by taru on Mar 26, 2007 23:25:54 GMT 1
"If you don't want to that's fine with me. So is it a deal or not? More money for you at an easy expense. When you say "on paper" it's just a term I'm not going to make you sign a contract. A handshake will do. It's your choice I'm not forcing you. It's just me not wanting you to waste your abilities when you could be making more that you make now by doing stuff I presume you like to do. Whatever you do is your choice not mine. Just letting you know that I'm not forcing you."
Taru looked at Valencia in the eye with a small smile as he scratched the back of his head. He was just trying out some business and then realized what does he know about the business.
"What I know about the business is from years of having a father who's life was this business and would choose it over his own child. And then his wife scolded him for that resulting in a divorce. I know alot about what's going on alright. I'm not forcing you or her to do anything. And like I said i'll be happy to give her two lesbian friends good seats. And whatever little demands of yours you have. If it goes to the part where I might go insane...Well...We'll talk about that later. So like that guy in that show says...Deal or no deal?"
Taru put his hand out slowly waiting for what she would do.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 28, 2007 2:07:22 GMT 1
((OOC: Just as a heads up… If it ain’t in quotes and in its own paragraph, it ain’t spoken.))
When Taru tried to look Valencia in the eye, what met his brown eyes was a vacant, silvern stare that didn’t quite show that she was paying him that much attention. In fact, it was like trying to line up two concentric circles, axis upon the other, but one of the circle’s axis is just a smidge or two off center… Like looking at the whites of someone’s eyes or their irises instead of into the pupils themselves. Then again, when people say “make eye contact”, what do they mean!? Anyhow, she dismissed the smile and shook the hand once before letting go, personally believing that the gesture of shaking hands had more intimacy in terms of introductions rather than for business ventures. Thusly, why Frank was snickering and what Valencia said next.
“I already said my piece and feel little need to repeat myself.”
With that, Valencia rose from her seat and began to head for the door. Frank soon followed suit, taking a glance at Taru and sneered…
[FRANK]: “If ya didn’t get it the first time, Layla here works on her own schedule. I don’t recommend you keeping your hopes up too high. She has this nasty habit of disappointing people at her own expediency. Cheerio~♪”
With a mock salute, he rushed after the Vietnamese lady and nearly got hit by the swing of the glass door as Valencia made her exit.
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Post by taru on Mar 28, 2007 2:23:35 GMT 1
Ooc:I always wanted to say this...THREAD CLOSED!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Okay I'ma done.
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