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(Angelique's syndicate bargain)
[Fri Dec 15 2023]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Deacon says "Uncertain. They have midnight hair and blue eyes. "
Deacon says "Reminds me of a girl I've seen around. "
Stepping into the room, Deacon is already handing off a small portion of cash and he's glancing around at the couple of people conspicuously hanging around. Glancing at Angelique, the tall man directs them toward a corner of the room. "I'm not certain who they picked up .. but I'm not super inclined to care either."
Angelique follows Deacon into the room, her interest vague at best. Leaning against the wall, she asks, "And do you know what they call a Cajun man that never tells the truth?" While waiting on Deacon to decide if he's going to keep answering her bad jokes, she tips a look over at the Syndicate auctioneer.
With an almost groan waiting in his throat and visible on his face, Deacon raises an eyebrow at Angelique. "How?" He asks suspiciously, before turning himself about to lean against the wall with his shoulders. One foot comes up to plant itself against the wall for support, and he shoves hands into pockets or crossing arms over his chest from time to time as he tries to remain comfortable as they wait. "I'm definitely gonna regret this" he assumes with that dry smirk.
"Well, if he's as tall as you, guapo, a jumbo-laya," Angelique explains to Deacon in all seriousness, slanting an amused smirk his way afterwards. Her gaze lingers, assessing his reactions, before she taps an impatient foot and asks, "How long will they make you wait."
And that groan comes, Deacon rolling his eyes faintly but never losing that amused expression as Angelique barrages him with the worst of dad puns. "I ain't sure, maybe ten minutes or so? I only offered up a little bit of cash though, so we'll see? I ain't dyin' or anything so it really depends. "
"Yet. You aren't dying yet. We left those furniture guys in the house alone and if they make a mess of our game space, you might have to rethink that," Angelique snarks to Deacon, her features twisting with a touch of apprehension. It's not about the movers she's nagged half to death though. "It will be fun, si? And... what do you want with this girl, anyway?"
"You know I ain't sure. I got a room setup .. off the library now. But beyond maybe takin' a bit of blood? I probably won't hold her that long! Maybe I can get her to agree to it though. I'm not much for that mind trickery stuff" Deacon murmurs toward Angelique now, waiting tersely.
Some men drop off Luna as the small, discreet auction ends and Deacon raises his eyebrows slightly at the sight of them. "Ahh. Thought I recognized the description" he says, Cajun accent drawling out as he watches the woman struggle against her bonds for the moment.
Luna is tirelessly struggling against the binds that constrict her hands and feet. When she spots Deacon and Angelique she does not appear to feel any relief from the situation. "Get these OFF OF ME!" she practically screams, and then Deacon scoops her up where she simply writhes more, quite angry.
"Temple?" Angelique asks, her chin lifting so that she's -literally- looking down her nose at Luna. "You know this girl?" she then asks of Deacon, and claims, "I am not giving up my seat. You can put her in the back if you think to keep her." Rocking back on her heels, she watches the pair for a few moments, before puffing out a breath and taking a few steps toward the door, antsy and impatient.
Scooping up the girl, Deacon easily hoists her over a shoulder, clad only in a robe it looks like she was snagged right out of her home! He lands a -sharp- slap against the rear end of Luna as she continues to wriggle and writhe only softened by the padding of her plush robe. "Ease up, girl or this will be harder n' it has to be." To Angelique the tall man only smiles a bit and lift his chin at her, "Fair enough. And know might be a strong word? But we've met!"
It's a quick toss into the backseat for Luna, and off they go, as Deacon drives.
Luckily not called out on her ultimatum, Angelique slides into the front seat with a growing smile, but chooses to say nothing for the time being, until they're in the house. For a time, she follows along, though eventually she turns to go, offering to Deacon, "I am not a voyeur, si? Pero-- do have fun, guapo."
Luna is blindfolded, but she is not gagged. "Put me down!" she shouts, squirming and wiggling all the way. Unfortunately for her, she is not very strong. "Let me go!"
Deacon grins at the words when they do finally arrive at their destination - Luna hauled out despite her protests and writhing by the stronger man that easily manhandles her about. Then they're inside and the voice of the Cajun is speaking with the other woman. "Gotchya. Well, I won't be too long. Otherwise I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Si. It would be most bad if I did not show up to my own party, no?" Angelique slants Deacon a small smile and offers, "Hasta luego, guapo," before she turns on one running-shoe clad foot to saunter from the room.
Another sharp slap comes for Luna, from the broad-palmed hands of Deacon as she's kept over a shoulder through a trek inside, and up some stairs. Through a space that sees voices echoing and now something smaller, the speech she hears more quiet and up close.
Luna somehow missed the first slap - too must adrenaline, perhaps. But the second slap to her rear elicits a sharp yelp of surprise and pain. She sniffles and squirms only a bit less until she is set down, or rather, restrained from the ceiling.
Removing the blindfold, a lot goes on in a short period. She finds her wrists cuffed into leather bands that are at least padded on the inside, attached to chains that have been strung through restraint rings bolted to the ceiling, floor, and wall like a pulley system almost. Indeed, a simple pull could see Luna lifted off the ground by her arms, or worse. The room itself is posh, comfortable even as far as rooms like this go. Her vision returning, it's just her and Deacon now as he steps back from locking her in.
Suspended from the ceiling with her toes just barely touching the ground, Luna dangles while heavy tears roll down her cheeks. "You could just let me go..." she says to Deacon, sniffling after she speaks. She looks rather pathetic in her predicament, utterly helpless.
Deacons Syndicate Bargain
(Angelique's syndicate bargain)
[Fri Dec 15 2023]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Deacon says "Uncertain. They have midnight hair and blue eyes. "
Deacon says "Reminds me of a girl I've seen around. "
Stepping into the room, Deacon is already handing off a small portion of cash and he's glancing around at the couple of people conspicuously hanging around. Glancing at Angelique, the tall man directs them toward a corner of the room. "I'm not certain who they picked up .. but I'm not super inclined to care either."
Angelique follows Deacon into the room, her interest vague at best. Leaning against the wall, she asks, "And do you know what they call a Cajun man that never tells the truth?" While waiting on Deacon to decide if he's going to keep answering her bad jokes, she tips a look over at the Syndicate auctioneer.
With an almost groan waiting in his throat and visible on his face, Deacon raises an eyebrow at Angelique. "How?" He asks suspiciously, before turning himself about to lean against the wall with his shoulders. One foot comes up to plant itself against the wall for support, and he shoves hands into pockets or crossing arms over his chest from time to time as he tries to remain comfortable as they wait. "I'm definitely gonna regret this" he assumes with that dry smirk.
"Well, if he's as tall as you, guapo, a jumbo-laya," Angelique explains to Deacon in all seriousness, slanting an amused smirk his way afterwards. Her gaze lingers, assessing his reactions, before she taps an impatient foot and asks, "How long will they make you wait."
And that groan comes, Deacon rolling his eyes faintly but never losing that amused expression as Angelique barrages him with the worst of dad puns. "I ain't sure, maybe ten minutes or so? I only offered up a little bit of cash though, so we'll see? I ain't dyin' or anything so it really depends. "
"Yet. You aren't dying yet. We left those furniture guys in the house alone and if they make a mess of our game space, you might have to rethink that," Angelique snarks to Deacon, her features twisting with a touch of apprehension. It's not about the movers she's nagged half to death though. "It will be fun, si? And... what do you want with this girl, anyway?"
"You know I ain't sure. I got a room setup .. off the library now. But beyond maybe takin' a bit of blood? I probably won't hold her that long! Maybe I can get her to agree to it though. I'm not much for that mind trickery stuff" Deacon murmurs toward Angelique now, waiting tersely.
Some men drop off Luna as the small, discreet auction ends and Deacon raises his eyebrows slightly at the sight of them. "Ahh. Thought I recognized the description" he says, Cajun accent drawling out as he watches the woman struggle against her bonds for the moment.
Luna is tirelessly struggling against the binds that constrict her hands and feet. When she spots Deacon and Angelique she does not appear to feel any relief from the situation. "Get these OFF OF ME!" she practically screams, and then Deacon scoops her up where she simply writhes more, quite angry.
"Temple?" Angelique asks, her chin lifting so that she's -literally- looking down her nose at Luna. "You know this girl?" she then asks of Deacon, and claims, "I am not giving up my seat. You can put her in the back if you think to keep her." Rocking back on her heels, she watches the pair for a few moments, before puffing out a breath and taking a few steps toward the door, antsy and impatient.
Scooping up the girl, Deacon easily hoists her over a shoulder, clad only in a robe it looks like she was snagged right out of her home! He lands a -sharp- slap against the rear end of Luna as she continues to wriggle and writhe only softened by the padding of her plush robe. "Ease up, girl or this will be harder n' it has to be." To Angelique the tall man only smiles a bit and lift his chin at her, "Fair enough. And know might be a strong word? But we've met!"
It's a quick toss into the backseat for Luna, and off they go, as Deacon drives.
Luckily not called out on her ultimatum, Angelique slides into the front seat with a growing smile, but chooses to say nothing for the time being, until they're in the house. For a time, she follows along, though eventually she turns to go, offering to Deacon, "I am not a voyeur, si? Pero-- do have fun, guapo."
Luna is blindfolded, but she is not gagged. "Put me down!" she shouts, squirming and wiggling all the way. Unfortunately for her, she is not very strong. "Let me go!"
Deacon grins at the words when they do finally arrive at their destination - Luna hauled out despite her protests and writhing by the stronger man that easily manhandles her about. Then they're inside and the voice of the Cajun is speaking with the other woman. "Gotchya. Well, I won't be too long. Otherwise I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Si. It would be most bad if I did not show up to my own party, no?" Angelique slants Deacon a small smile and offers, "Hasta luego, guapo," before she turns on one running-shoe clad foot to saunter from the room.
Another sharp slap comes for Luna, from the broad-palmed hands of Deacon as she's kept over a shoulder through a trek inside, and up some stairs. Through a space that sees voices echoing and now something smaller, the speech she hears more quiet and up close.
Luna somehow missed the first slap - too must adrenaline, perhaps. But the second slap to her rear elicits a sharp yelp of surprise and pain. She sniffles and squirms only a bit less until she is set down, or rather, restrained from the ceiling.
Removing the blindfold, a lot goes on in a short period. She finds her wrists cuffed into leather bands that are at least padded on the inside, attached to chains that have been strung through restraint rings bolted to the ceiling, floor, and wall like a pulley system almost. Indeed, a simple pull could see Luna lifted off the ground by her arms, or worse. The room itself is posh, comfortable even as far as rooms like this go. Her vision returning, it's just her and Deacon now as he steps back from locking her in.
Suspended from the ceiling with her toes just barely touching the ground, Luna dangles while heavy tears roll down her cheeks. "You could just let me go..." she says to Deacon, sniffling after she speaks. She looks rather pathetic in her predicament, utterly helpless.