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maskormenace2014-04-20 11:36 pm
nestingdevil) wrote in maskormenace2014-04-20 11:36 pm
♠ second || ➥ video
[The recording starts with a catch of a ceiling made of low-grade wood. It's alight with a sickly red-yellow; fading with each wafting-pass of spindling smoke. The lights above are older and the bulbs have obviously seen their fair share of cigarette smoke and dust. They bleed bleary through, but it's a dim effort at best.]
[For the most part, the place seems rather quiet - the lull spinning of a fan blade above, some sort of tune playing out a jukebox nearby: "-wraps her lips around the Mexican coke, makes you wish you were the bottle, takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like - "]
[But a sudden clanking of glassware interrupts the surface and then:]
Oi, oi, oi - careful with that, won't ya?
[The voice is low; swayed by a baritone, humming out each note. However, despite the chiding, it seems pleasant enough. A bit snide and sing song as a palm and accompanying fingers snatch at the feed. For a moment, it's a bit of a washout. The bar cut-off by the smothering hand before Greed rights it again. The angle catches his jaw line, his rather signature smile. Laced to the brim with teeth to match as he snaps his fingers to someone off camera.] We just opened, you know. No need to make things messy, all right?
[The phone's propped up; shoved at a vertical angle a bit carelessly to catch a glimpse of the owner's back and shoulder. Before it clacks dully against the side of a bottle, showing off a growing collection. The place is hardly worth a second look at; dusty and dark. Grim like the next back alley hell hole and Greed sways his hand back and forth.] Eh- don't worry about it.
[But unlike the first time he used the device, he's very much aware now. And after the conversation's good and done, the Sin slips a glance back to the feed. An arch of the eyebrow's the only signal he's actually paying attention. Because those shades are just a tad too dark. As he recoils on the recording, tipping over the jut of his hip with a terrible sort of grin.] I'm sure you're all still a bit busy, but I figured it's as good a time as any.
[Greed tilts his head to the side playfully and two-fingers laced touch his collar bone. Stretching out as he makes the best mock of a bow.] In case we haven't met, the name's Greed. But I'm sure that's not really what you're interested in.
[A heel clunks against the floorboards below; he's circling both the bar and the feed. Straightening as he talks. As he curves and cuts with fishtail precision.] I usually don't do this sort of thing, so consider it a one time deal. [An index sways out, tilting in the direction of an unseen wall.] Bring something worth it and it may earn you a drink on the house. Otherwise, consider it all half off for the day.
[Thunk, thunk he goes until he's got both knees swaying in opposite directions. He shows off his other hand, the one tattooed-red against the backside of his palm.] It's called The Devil's Nest. You can't really miss it.
[With that, he extends a finger forward. And after a few minutes of fiddling, the feed goes black.]
[For the most part, the place seems rather quiet - the lull spinning of a fan blade above, some sort of tune playing out a jukebox nearby: "-wraps her lips around the Mexican coke, makes you wish you were the bottle, takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like - "]
[But a sudden clanking of glassware interrupts the surface and then:]
Oi, oi, oi - careful with that, won't ya?
[The voice is low; swayed by a baritone, humming out each note. However, despite the chiding, it seems pleasant enough. A bit snide and sing song as a palm and accompanying fingers snatch at the feed. For a moment, it's a bit of a washout. The bar cut-off by the smothering hand before Greed rights it again. The angle catches his jaw line, his rather signature smile. Laced to the brim with teeth to match as he snaps his fingers to someone off camera.] We just opened, you know. No need to make things messy, all right?
[The phone's propped up; shoved at a vertical angle a bit carelessly to catch a glimpse of the owner's back and shoulder. Before it clacks dully against the side of a bottle, showing off a growing collection. The place is hardly worth a second look at; dusty and dark. Grim like the next back alley hell hole and Greed sways his hand back and forth.] Eh- don't worry about it.
[But unlike the first time he used the device, he's very much aware now. And after the conversation's good and done, the Sin slips a glance back to the feed. An arch of the eyebrow's the only signal he's actually paying attention. Because those shades are just a tad too dark. As he recoils on the recording, tipping over the jut of his hip with a terrible sort of grin.] I'm sure you're all still a bit busy, but I figured it's as good a time as any.
[Greed tilts his head to the side playfully and two-fingers laced touch his collar bone. Stretching out as he makes the best mock of a bow.] In case we haven't met, the name's Greed. But I'm sure that's not really what you're interested in.
[A heel clunks against the floorboards below; he's circling both the bar and the feed. Straightening as he talks. As he curves and cuts with fishtail precision.] I usually don't do this sort of thing, so consider it a one time deal. [An index sways out, tilting in the direction of an unseen wall.] Bring something worth it and it may earn you a drink on the house. Otherwise, consider it all half off for the day.
[Thunk, thunk he goes until he's got both knees swaying in opposite directions. He shows off his other hand, the one tattooed-red against the backside of his palm.] It's called The Devil's Nest. You can't really miss it.
[With that, he extends a finger forward. And after a few minutes of fiddling, the feed goes black.]
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[Greed shows off his back to the recording as he tosses out a drink. A quick chat and a snatch of cash later has him returning to face the feed. And the nice sight on the other side.] One time offer - [He practically purrs. Throwing his index to the ceiling as he gives it a swirl.] - just for today. Though I may be persuaded if you've got something interesting later on.
[He reaches for one of the bottles on the top shelf, wrenching it between the crook of his elbow.] Feel free to stop on by. Ah - [The cork's ripped out and tossed.]
- didn't catch your name.
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Only today? Short notice, don't you think? Lucky me that I always have something interesting lying around. [ She hums a little, in her throat. ] Felicia.
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[Behind his sunglasses, those eyes are half-lidded. Heavy with a need that's practically alight in every move he makes. Every word he says. Greed leans down, sliding his forearm across his prep station as he runs a finger across the top of the bottle.] Only for today, though that could change if this ends up being a frequent thing between you and I, lovely.
[He pushes his thumb under the edge of the stopper. Forces the cork out until it pops.] Felicia then. Why don't you bring it over and we'll see what it's really worth, hmn?
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Frequency all depends on the service, big guy. Trial run is like a moment of truth -- we'll see if you can put your money where your mouth is.
What is your preferred currency?
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Does it now. [Oh, she's just feeding into it, isn't she.] I like to think it'd be worth the trip. But fine - a trial run then.
[And who can really deny a gal that looks like that? That talks like she knows exactly what she wants. Greed's grin spreads out across his jaws. Smiling right back as his shoulders sag with ease.]
Now that's a bit of a loaded question. Money is the usual, but for someone with a little bit more? I'm up to other options.
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Now that's what I like -- a good gamble. A girl's got to know an investment's worth it, I knew you wouldn't take it as an insult.
[ Which is added in case he had, but she doesn't let the smirk drop. ]
I was thinking more in the way of material versus abstract. Talk isn't always cheap.
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[And it may not be burning, but it's certainly simmering. She's got all of his attention. Even when he digs through his liquor, pulling out another bottle as he fixes something else.] A good gamble, huh? [Greed hums at the end of his sentence. While he flicks the cap to the next bottle, letting it spin.] Good to know. Like I said, I've always liked a gal who knew exactly what she wanted.
[The Sin snatches the bottle by the neck, letting a hefty amount pour out into a glass nearby. However to her last statement, he settles down the bottle with a thud. Letting out a cruel bark of laughter, which throws him right over the jut of his hip.] Ha - ! You really know how this works, don't you?
[A snap-shut of his jaws and he coils back to the feed.] All right - what is it you really want?
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She says quite honestly: ]
I just want to have a little fun -- and a good challenge almost always is fun. What do I have to lose except the price of a drink?
To gain, who knows? Might work out nice for both of us.
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[Knees knock out in opposite directions, allowing him to leer right over the feed. Brimming both in expression and tone, Greed hooks a finger over the recording.] Never one to turn down a challenge either. All right - you've got yourself a deal. Feel free to stop by whenever you want.
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Didn't catch your name.
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Nice meeting you.
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[It's sincere, even if a little bit purred.]