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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 4, 2012 22:39:32 GMT -5
Spot nodded. "Does blackjack have a wife? I bet she's with her, Rae responds better to women, men piss her off nearly instantly."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 4, 2012 22:49:34 GMT -5
Tristan smirked, "especially men who've kidnapped her." he remarked. "blackjack wouldn't bring this home though. That would be bringing trouble right to his doorstep."
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Post by Corsair on Feb 5, 2012 17:34:00 GMT -5
"Nah, it's not wise," Cor replied. "He's got other business ventures, if I were him i'd stick her in a warehouse or an abandoned house where I could control it. Keep her away from what I own an' use but it don't mean I can't use what someone else owns and uses..."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 5, 2012 19:52:54 GMT -5
"I just don't get why they keepin her. We got nothing for em. And I'm telling you, find a woman associated with these people, you'll find Rae." spot muttered, lighting a cigarette.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 5, 2012 22:49:43 GMT -5
Tristan lit a cigarette and then was quiet for a moment. "Blackjack got any ties to brothels in the city? Ones the bulls would avoid?"
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Post by raven on Feb 6, 2012 13:14:03 GMT -5
Raven meanwhile was being kept in the attic of one of many of BlackJack's hideouts. This one, damn Spot to hell, was a brothel. She was being kept under lock and key by the notorious madame who had been repeatedly trying to urge Rae into her employment.
Raven paced back in front in the small space and sighed heavily. She was going to kill...someone, everyone. JUST, something.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 8, 2012 12:25:37 GMT -5
Fifteen minutes later they were hovered in an alley next to a brothel ran by Madame Beatrice. They had been informed that Blackjack often visited this brothel, and they figured they could start here. Any info that they would find would be beneficial...
"Tristan go in there and seduce the hell out of the receptionist. I'm gonna climb up this fire escape and take a look around. Buck you keep look out and Cor you come with me."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 8, 2012 12:33:46 GMT -5
"Well that shouldn't be too damn hard," Tristan smirked at Spot and made his way inside, sauntering through the door with confidence. He glanced around for a moment and then walked over to ther receptionist. "Hey doll..." He smiled. She smiled back at him.
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Post by Buccaneer on Feb 8, 2012 15:16:11 GMT -5
Buccaneer nodded, falling into the shadows to be look out, if he was good at many things it was stuff like this.
The blond one was following up Spot, shaking his head at Tristan, it really was to easy sometimes. He didn't let his thoughts wander to his own issues or other things going on in his life-- he settled with shimmying up with the leader and checking windows. "They'd keep her top floor, madame's room-- means no curious lookyloo's gonna be taking her home with them."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 8, 2012 15:30:00 GMT -5
The girl at the desk was by now, leaning forward, breasts nearly toppling out of her corset. Tristan smirked, chatting her up easily. He leaned against the desk and then reached out his hand to curl a finger around a piece of her hair. She giggled.
"Sweetheart, what say you take me upstairs? Somewhere private?" He said hoarsely.
"Well...I ain't supposed to leave the desk..." She glanced around her. She bit her lip, "Alright..." Tristan grinned and offered her his arm.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 8, 2012 20:13:42 GMT -5
Spot nodded, glancing around. "You distract any girls that are walking around alright?" he knew Cor had it in him. He entered in through one of the windows, waiting for Cor to follow him.
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Post by Corsair on Feb 8, 2012 21:58:23 GMT -5
Cor smirked and nodded, grabbing a smoke as he climbed through the window. "Makin' it easy, Conlon." Go Spot, get the two biggest sluts in your borough to create a distraction.. or be the distraction as the case may be.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 8, 2012 22:01:05 GMT -5
((sigh. If only they existed in real life))
spot smirked and it was barely a second later when a young girl stumbled out of her room, her robe open, and she gasped when she saw them. She immediately closed her robe.
"Who are you!"
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Post by tshamien on Feb 8, 2012 22:10:54 GMT -5
Tristan by now had gotten the receptionist into a room all on her lonesome. He started kissing on her neck, hand sliding down her side. "Tell me sweetheart, what do you like" He purred into her ear. He needed to butter her up, get her to talk. If Rae was there he'd find out.
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Post by Corsair on Feb 8, 2012 22:20:30 GMT -5
((Lol I know right?))
Corsair brought his hat down off of his head and looked at the girl walking over to her and taking her chin in his hand, his accent thicking, "Just a man, lass.. lookin' for a woman. The perfect woman... I think I mighta found her.."
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