(This rp log is the precursor to and happened the same night as the events in Process of Elimination)
If chaos had a definitive shape it would be a tall elf possessing the lean body of a dancer. See that body of chaos come bounding down the stairs from room one twenty-two like some soul facing its only chance to escape hell with the devil upon it's heels?
This particular elf felt that she was especially "techy" because she had one of those cool little contraptions that contained music...push a button and it blared...what could be better than that? Aside from the music and a bottle of...hm...cherry rum, she was on a cherry rum kick the past couple of nights. Minus heels this one night (gasp!), her feet possessed by a pair of running shoes; Rayvinn's steps weren't nearly so noticeable or beckoning as they usually were. The wildly swaying hips, those certainly could be called beckoning...except that dance was all for herself, as was the fist in the air when a particularly honest (harsh) expletive raged through the earbuds and into that quite impressionable mind of a lunatic. Behind the bar...hum hum hum and tap tap tap; the bottle was finally obtained along with a frosty tumbler from the icebox, just the way she liked it. Three fingers worth was poured, swished to cool, and then the rawness of throat was savored. In her own little world, eyes closed, plots were finalized.
Another episode of wasting the hours of the day by means of alcohol and brooding silence. Sprawled out in his usual booth, there was a smirk when he caught sight of Rayvinn bounding down the stairs. The woman was touched but, then again, so was he. Took one to know one and all of that other jazz. She had her tunes on so there wasn't any point in a greeting; instead, the wolf in gentleman's clothing reached out for the bottle resting upon his tabletop and refilled his tumbler before trading the bottle for the glass and sipping from it. He remained where he was, curiosity keeping his gaze upon the elf.
After a few more well earned drinks of the hundred proof rum the tumbler was placed upon the bartop and long, elegant fingers began to part and braid hip length waves into something a little less wild. Soon where there had been a wild looking elf now stood a relatively well groomed something else. Of course she hadn't bothered to dress in anything nicer than the usual faded, frayed low riders hugging jutting hipbones and yet another of her offensive tees, this one reading "Yes, I am THAT b*tch" across the minor curves, enough to prove she was what she claimed but not much more. Many had seen her in silks and tulle, heels and diamonds. This was what the woman was when bared to her chaotic little soul. Just that b*tch. A few more taps upon the bar after her hair had been braided and she was in full on dance mode, completely unaware of her audience of one lone wolf.
A harumph for his own thoughts, touching the rim of his tumbler to the smirk painted over his lips and drinking from it as he watched her do as she was want to do; idly, he picked up the bottle and topped his glass off. The bottle was set back down and, chuckling, he sipped from his tumbler again. The latest entrant was glanced over before his attention returned to the woman who was deadset on making a spectacle of herself. He wondered if it was almost time for Helix's shift, he wondered just how business was doing at the auctions but most of all he wondered what Rayvinn was going to do next.
Oh what would she do next? As the song switched from the thumping, hip swinging and bubble booty bouncing rhythm to something more classical and heavy on the piano, Raye's style of dance changed to what she had been trained in since she was old enough to put on a pair of pointe shoes.
Did she seem to care that it was inappropriate to be pirouetting around behind the bar? Not at all. A grand jete` led by the pointed out toe of her right foot brought her through the break in the bar and out to the patron side where she finally saw Dave. Time to stop dancing but Chopin wasn't about to be turned off so, with earbuds still in her ears, Rayvinn grabbed up her bottle of cherry rum and the tumbler with its generous amount of condensation and sauntered over to take a lean against Dave's table. A roguish grin was her offered greeting before the rim of the glass was resting against her lower lip. "It is quite rude to watch someone dance and not join in." Well, it really wasn't but that part didn't matter. A sip was taken from the glass and then rested upon the top of her thigh.
Giving an upnod to Rayvinn before sipping from his tumbler, Dave mouthed silent words to the girl, teasing her for having the earphones in. Even if she was horrible at reading lips, she couldn't have missed all that profanity followed by a lewd airkiss. He grinned, then, and sipped from his tumbler once more as his hand swept across the table to offer her any of the open space at the booth she might have preferred.
Oh well two could play at that game...she could read lips and maybe he could read sign language? Let's check and see! He received a kiss pressed to her middle finger and blown at him right along with a wicked little wink. Upon being offered her choice of thrones, Princess Rayvinn hipchecked his burly shoulder to push him over and plopped her waifish form next to him on the booth's seat. Her invasion of his personal space was a direct mockery of his constant invasion of hers, so it was harmless and done in good fun. Legs were extended so that her feet were propped upon the seat across from her. "What's news, old man?"
?The world is ending and I have two tickets reserved for the last shuttle....? A smirk and a pause for a sip of straight, warm vodka before he shook his head as if silently telling her that the second ticket wasn't for her. Another sip. He wasn't getting drunk fast enough to keep up with this place. It was as if the very thought spurned him into drinking down every last drop in his glass. He exhaled a breath that could have very well been flammable as he set down the tumbler and let the vodka course through his innards, burning its path towards his sobriety. Her close proximity didn't seem to bother him any, perhaps even pleased him. The very concept of personal space annoyed him. ?Ballet, huh??
"Coward." Was her response to his ticket out of here. "When the world ends, I plan on being the cause." It probably wasn't far off from what her actual plans were, though she would never tell. She drained the remainder of her rum and refilled the glass. "Yeah, ballet...familiar with it?" The earbud in the ear closest to him was removed and held next to his ear so he could hear the very last of the classical piano. "Nice, ain't it?" Her glance wandered around the room for a moment before she launched into..."What trouble are we into tonight?"
He smirked for her words, shaking his head and speaking as he listened to the last few notes of Nocturne. He recognized the piece but did not mention it. ?Why stick around for the end when there are so many other worlds to corrupt? Besides, I hear the fireworks are awesome when seen from space.? A few moments of thought for her question. Perhaps the only reality that they had touched on so far this evening. ?We? Who said anything about we?? A teasing grin, reaching out for the bottle and refilling his glass with the patience of a man who was pouring fine wine. ?Well, as long as you got permission from mommy and daddy I suppose you could come along...?
He received a snort in reply as well. Sticking to the piano theme, the two were like the ebony and ivory of the keys, appearing completely opposite when deep down (due to their sickness) they were a little more alike than at first glance. Probably why Raye tolerated him sometimes. "I said so, of course."
Raye's spine stiffened for a quick tick of the clock before she literally forced herself to ignore the icy chill of anger that suddenly encapsulated her heart. This wasn't anger for Dave for he hadn't done anything beyond his usual behavior, which she could deal with. This was a far more deep seated rage that was so embedded within the lunatic elf's soul, it might be all that was actually remained of it.
"Mommy and Daddy have no place in this. I am the Queen now." He was given a smirk before she lifted the glass to finish off the entirety of the contents she had only recently poured. "I feel like shooting something. Or stabbing it."
He laughed for that, shaking his head in some sort of sick and misplaced bemusement.I gotta bring them up more often. ?Might just get your chance, Queenie. Looks like everyone's on edge tonight.? Setting the bottle down, he leaned back into his seat and patted the pockets of his suit down until he found the molded, leather cigar case he usually kept upon his person. Opening it up, he held it out in offering to Rayvinn. ?Cigar??
The Cuban torpedoes had the ends already cut and, whether or not she chose to accept, he pulled one for himself and clamped his teeth around the butt before reaching out to slide an ashtray closer to his person. He would go through the routine of lighting himself (or both of them) up with the strike of a match. The match hissed and sizzled to life before he cupped the flame, his cheeks drawing inwards as he sucked the fire into the cigar; smoke plumed out through his nostrils and lips which slightly parted with each exhale. He shook the match out and flicked it nonchalantly onto the table before taking his first real drag from the cigar. The smoke was toyed with before his head tipped back and he sent another cloud of the sweet smoke sailing towards the rafters.
"Of course." Not that she would smoke it. She never did when he offered them but she loved the smell of them and the smoothness of the hand rolled tobacco leaves. Raye lifted one of the Cubans from the case and drew it slowly beneath her nose, the appreciation for the rich, exquisite tobacco was written all over her face as she closed her eyes and the corners of her lips ticked up ever so slightly. She was guilty of leaning into his space a little more, head first, so she could inhale the intoxicating aroma of the cigar. When there was finally sufficient smoke that she didn't need to be so close, she scooted the couple of inches back into her own space.
"So how's business been?" What kind of dangerous game was she leading into with a question like that?
A slight shrug for that, taking another drag from the cigar before plucking it from his mouth with one hand and picking up his glass with the other. He rolled the cigar between the pads of his thumb and middle fingers, idly staring down at it before he sipped from his vodka and spoke. ?Wouldn't know. Haven't sold a slave in weeks. The Auctions have been lowballing me so I figured I'd play a little game of supply and demand. Pull the supply and let the demand do the rest of the work.?
The cigar was returned to his mouth, teeth clamping down around it after his tongue guided it to settle deep into the corner of his mouth. He winked, then shrugged as if to say 'what else could I do?'. The rich had an everlasting need to get richer, after all.
A twist to the handle of the inn, and a shove revealed the short statured, wide shouldered smith. An axe handle wide if an inch. Kruger looked across the room, and noted those he knew. A respectful bow was offered to Shy, but for a certain elf, there was only a snicker. ?Evening Shy...? And to the elfess. ?Good to see you made it out alive last night Olivia?
"Well f*ck..." Was her first response to Kruger walking in, her second was flipping him off then pointing at her eyes then at him in the universal "I am watching you" sign. He didn't get the evil kiss of death blown his way...yet. Give "Olivia" time to build up to it.
A smirking grin was turned upon Dave as she was certain he heard that familiar alias being spoken. "Sounds like maybe you just need some muscle to take care of the problem for you, Dave. You don't wanna look soft."
Kruger sent self satisfied wink to Olivia...or was it Sticks...where had that come from? He didn't know what he had done to deserve all the fawning she had been doing over him, but he was quite happy she only had eyes for him. The flash of white teeth should solidify to her that he humbly accepted her attention.
?This is business...not extortion, Billy.? He eyed her for a moment, trying to determine if she had actually been serious before he smirked. ?Besides, I like seeing the slave pens full. Reminds me of the old days.? Just mentioning the old days had that distant-eyed, thousand yard stare as he smiled at Raye. He drowned what remained in his tumbler before leaning in and pecking Raye's cheek. ?You be a good girl now, you hear?? With that he was up and onto his feet, tugging on the lapels of that exquisitely tailored House of Dormeuil suit as he rolled his shoulders back. Plucking the cigar from his mouth, he pointed at Rayvinn with it. ?See you at the docks, Olivia. Two hours.? Meaning, of course, that trouble she had been asking about. Turning, he was out the through the alley door.
"Business and extortion aren't all that different, Davie Boy." Gray green eyes were rolled ever-so-slowly at him as he told her to be good. "You don't ask for much Dave...just the world to start spinning backwards and possibly the two moons to collide...but hey, yeah, whatever." His cheek was also kissed before she waved him away. "Two hours...docks...I'll see what I can do." She had her own interests to take care of as well. Raye went back to drinking as Dave left, glancing about occasionally.
Kruger gave a small nod to himself; information was easy to come by for a man in his position. One just had to shut up, and act like he couldn't hear. Or act so crazy that folks didn't mind talking in front of him. The right hand went to his chin, fingertips searching that wolf brand that rested under his left eye. Some things he wished he hadn't discovered, this may well be one of those. The eyes brush across Olivia, and the man she had spoken to...was that an accusation he sent towards her?
Adapted from live play. Thank you to players of OneTuffSOB and Kruger.
If chaos had a definitive shape it would be a tall elf possessing the lean body of a dancer. See that body of chaos come bounding down the stairs from room one twenty-two like some soul facing its only chance to escape hell with the devil upon it's heels?
This particular elf felt that she was especially "techy" because she had one of those cool little contraptions that contained music...push a button and it blared...what could be better than that? Aside from the music and a bottle of...hm...cherry rum, she was on a cherry rum kick the past couple of nights. Minus heels this one night (gasp!), her feet possessed by a pair of running shoes; Rayvinn's steps weren't nearly so noticeable or beckoning as they usually were. The wildly swaying hips, those certainly could be called beckoning...except that dance was all for herself, as was the fist in the air when a particularly honest (harsh) expletive raged through the earbuds and into that quite impressionable mind of a lunatic. Behind the bar...hum hum hum and tap tap tap; the bottle was finally obtained along with a frosty tumbler from the icebox, just the way she liked it. Three fingers worth was poured, swished to cool, and then the rawness of throat was savored. In her own little world, eyes closed, plots were finalized.
Another episode of wasting the hours of the day by means of alcohol and brooding silence. Sprawled out in his usual booth, there was a smirk when he caught sight of Rayvinn bounding down the stairs. The woman was touched but, then again, so was he. Took one to know one and all of that other jazz. She had her tunes on so there wasn't any point in a greeting; instead, the wolf in gentleman's clothing reached out for the bottle resting upon his tabletop and refilled his tumbler before trading the bottle for the glass and sipping from it. He remained where he was, curiosity keeping his gaze upon the elf.
After a few more well earned drinks of the hundred proof rum the tumbler was placed upon the bartop and long, elegant fingers began to part and braid hip length waves into something a little less wild. Soon where there had been a wild looking elf now stood a relatively well groomed something else. Of course she hadn't bothered to dress in anything nicer than the usual faded, frayed low riders hugging jutting hipbones and yet another of her offensive tees, this one reading "Yes, I am THAT b*tch" across the minor curves, enough to prove she was what she claimed but not much more. Many had seen her in silks and tulle, heels and diamonds. This was what the woman was when bared to her chaotic little soul. Just that b*tch. A few more taps upon the bar after her hair had been braided and she was in full on dance mode, completely unaware of her audience of one lone wolf.
A harumph for his own thoughts, touching the rim of his tumbler to the smirk painted over his lips and drinking from it as he watched her do as she was want to do; idly, he picked up the bottle and topped his glass off. The bottle was set back down and, chuckling, he sipped from his tumbler again. The latest entrant was glanced over before his attention returned to the woman who was deadset on making a spectacle of herself. He wondered if it was almost time for Helix's shift, he wondered just how business was doing at the auctions but most of all he wondered what Rayvinn was going to do next.
Oh what would she do next? As the song switched from the thumping, hip swinging and bubble booty bouncing rhythm to something more classical and heavy on the piano, Raye's style of dance changed to what she had been trained in since she was old enough to put on a pair of pointe shoes.
Did she seem to care that it was inappropriate to be pirouetting around behind the bar? Not at all. A grand jete` led by the pointed out toe of her right foot brought her through the break in the bar and out to the patron side where she finally saw Dave. Time to stop dancing but Chopin wasn't about to be turned off so, with earbuds still in her ears, Rayvinn grabbed up her bottle of cherry rum and the tumbler with its generous amount of condensation and sauntered over to take a lean against Dave's table. A roguish grin was her offered greeting before the rim of the glass was resting against her lower lip. "It is quite rude to watch someone dance and not join in." Well, it really wasn't but that part didn't matter. A sip was taken from the glass and then rested upon the top of her thigh.
Giving an upnod to Rayvinn before sipping from his tumbler, Dave mouthed silent words to the girl, teasing her for having the earphones in. Even if she was horrible at reading lips, she couldn't have missed all that profanity followed by a lewd airkiss. He grinned, then, and sipped from his tumbler once more as his hand swept across the table to offer her any of the open space at the booth she might have preferred.
Oh well two could play at that game...she could read lips and maybe he could read sign language? Let's check and see! He received a kiss pressed to her middle finger and blown at him right along with a wicked little wink. Upon being offered her choice of thrones, Princess Rayvinn hipchecked his burly shoulder to push him over and plopped her waifish form next to him on the booth's seat. Her invasion of his personal space was a direct mockery of his constant invasion of hers, so it was harmless and done in good fun. Legs were extended so that her feet were propped upon the seat across from her. "What's news, old man?"
?The world is ending and I have two tickets reserved for the last shuttle....? A smirk and a pause for a sip of straight, warm vodka before he shook his head as if silently telling her that the second ticket wasn't for her. Another sip. He wasn't getting drunk fast enough to keep up with this place. It was as if the very thought spurned him into drinking down every last drop in his glass. He exhaled a breath that could have very well been flammable as he set down the tumbler and let the vodka course through his innards, burning its path towards his sobriety. Her close proximity didn't seem to bother him any, perhaps even pleased him. The very concept of personal space annoyed him. ?Ballet, huh??
"Coward." Was her response to his ticket out of here. "When the world ends, I plan on being the cause." It probably wasn't far off from what her actual plans were, though she would never tell. She drained the remainder of her rum and refilled the glass. "Yeah, ballet...familiar with it?" The earbud in the ear closest to him was removed and held next to his ear so he could hear the very last of the classical piano. "Nice, ain't it?" Her glance wandered around the room for a moment before she launched into..."What trouble are we into tonight?"
He smirked for her words, shaking his head and speaking as he listened to the last few notes of Nocturne. He recognized the piece but did not mention it. ?Why stick around for the end when there are so many other worlds to corrupt? Besides, I hear the fireworks are awesome when seen from space.? A few moments of thought for her question. Perhaps the only reality that they had touched on so far this evening. ?We? Who said anything about we?? A teasing grin, reaching out for the bottle and refilling his glass with the patience of a man who was pouring fine wine. ?Well, as long as you got permission from mommy and daddy I suppose you could come along...?
He received a snort in reply as well. Sticking to the piano theme, the two were like the ebony and ivory of the keys, appearing completely opposite when deep down (due to their sickness) they were a little more alike than at first glance. Probably why Raye tolerated him sometimes. "I said so, of course."
Raye's spine stiffened for a quick tick of the clock before she literally forced herself to ignore the icy chill of anger that suddenly encapsulated her heart. This wasn't anger for Dave for he hadn't done anything beyond his usual behavior, which she could deal with. This was a far more deep seated rage that was so embedded within the lunatic elf's soul, it might be all that was actually remained of it.
"Mommy and Daddy have no place in this. I am the Queen now." He was given a smirk before she lifted the glass to finish off the entirety of the contents she had only recently poured. "I feel like shooting something. Or stabbing it."
He laughed for that, shaking his head in some sort of sick and misplaced bemusement.I gotta bring them up more often. ?Might just get your chance, Queenie. Looks like everyone's on edge tonight.? Setting the bottle down, he leaned back into his seat and patted the pockets of his suit down until he found the molded, leather cigar case he usually kept upon his person. Opening it up, he held it out in offering to Rayvinn. ?Cigar??
The Cuban torpedoes had the ends already cut and, whether or not she chose to accept, he pulled one for himself and clamped his teeth around the butt before reaching out to slide an ashtray closer to his person. He would go through the routine of lighting himself (or both of them) up with the strike of a match. The match hissed and sizzled to life before he cupped the flame, his cheeks drawing inwards as he sucked the fire into the cigar; smoke plumed out through his nostrils and lips which slightly parted with each exhale. He shook the match out and flicked it nonchalantly onto the table before taking his first real drag from the cigar. The smoke was toyed with before his head tipped back and he sent another cloud of the sweet smoke sailing towards the rafters.
"Of course." Not that she would smoke it. She never did when he offered them but she loved the smell of them and the smoothness of the hand rolled tobacco leaves. Raye lifted one of the Cubans from the case and drew it slowly beneath her nose, the appreciation for the rich, exquisite tobacco was written all over her face as she closed her eyes and the corners of her lips ticked up ever so slightly. She was guilty of leaning into his space a little more, head first, so she could inhale the intoxicating aroma of the cigar. When there was finally sufficient smoke that she didn't need to be so close, she scooted the couple of inches back into her own space.
"So how's business been?" What kind of dangerous game was she leading into with a question like that?
A slight shrug for that, taking another drag from the cigar before plucking it from his mouth with one hand and picking up his glass with the other. He rolled the cigar between the pads of his thumb and middle fingers, idly staring down at it before he sipped from his vodka and spoke. ?Wouldn't know. Haven't sold a slave in weeks. The Auctions have been lowballing me so I figured I'd play a little game of supply and demand. Pull the supply and let the demand do the rest of the work.?
The cigar was returned to his mouth, teeth clamping down around it after his tongue guided it to settle deep into the corner of his mouth. He winked, then shrugged as if to say 'what else could I do?'. The rich had an everlasting need to get richer, after all.
A twist to the handle of the inn, and a shove revealed the short statured, wide shouldered smith. An axe handle wide if an inch. Kruger looked across the room, and noted those he knew. A respectful bow was offered to Shy, but for a certain elf, there was only a snicker. ?Evening Shy...? And to the elfess. ?Good to see you made it out alive last night Olivia?
"Well f*ck..." Was her first response to Kruger walking in, her second was flipping him off then pointing at her eyes then at him in the universal "I am watching you" sign. He didn't get the evil kiss of death blown his way...yet. Give "Olivia" time to build up to it.
A smirking grin was turned upon Dave as she was certain he heard that familiar alias being spoken. "Sounds like maybe you just need some muscle to take care of the problem for you, Dave. You don't wanna look soft."
Kruger sent self satisfied wink to Olivia...or was it Sticks...where had that come from? He didn't know what he had done to deserve all the fawning she had been doing over him, but he was quite happy she only had eyes for him. The flash of white teeth should solidify to her that he humbly accepted her attention.
?This is business...not extortion, Billy.? He eyed her for a moment, trying to determine if she had actually been serious before he smirked. ?Besides, I like seeing the slave pens full. Reminds me of the old days.? Just mentioning the old days had that distant-eyed, thousand yard stare as he smiled at Raye. He drowned what remained in his tumbler before leaning in and pecking Raye's cheek. ?You be a good girl now, you hear?? With that he was up and onto his feet, tugging on the lapels of that exquisitely tailored House of Dormeuil suit as he rolled his shoulders back. Plucking the cigar from his mouth, he pointed at Rayvinn with it. ?See you at the docks, Olivia. Two hours.? Meaning, of course, that trouble she had been asking about. Turning, he was out the through the alley door.
"Business and extortion aren't all that different, Davie Boy." Gray green eyes were rolled ever-so-slowly at him as he told her to be good. "You don't ask for much Dave...just the world to start spinning backwards and possibly the two moons to collide...but hey, yeah, whatever." His cheek was also kissed before she waved him away. "Two hours...docks...I'll see what I can do." She had her own interests to take care of as well. Raye went back to drinking as Dave left, glancing about occasionally.
Kruger gave a small nod to himself; information was easy to come by for a man in his position. One just had to shut up, and act like he couldn't hear. Or act so crazy that folks didn't mind talking in front of him. The right hand went to his chin, fingertips searching that wolf brand that rested under his left eye. Some things he wished he hadn't discovered, this may well be one of those. The eyes brush across Olivia, and the man she had spoken to...was that an accusation he sent towards her?
Adapted from live play. Thank you to players of OneTuffSOB and Kruger.