Patrollogs
(Lark's syndicate bargain)
[Thu Jan 23 2025]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 35F(1C) degrees.
Lark strolls in and waves to Illyana. "Good morning."
Nodding to Lark, Illyana considers. Looking something over, she makes a bid, slipping the paper across.
Beatrix says "Hello? "
Novel strolls right on in, glass pipe dancing between his lips and looking vaguely curious.
Novel doesn't bother bidding. He just leans against a wall, arms folded over his chest.
Illyana says "Female and Hand."
Lark says "Hm. "
Beatrix says "Where the fuck am I?"
Novel guesses, "Black hair?"
Illyana says "Bingo. Guess what eye color."
Novel shifts his gaze to look at a wall. "Brown."
"Hey, Colt." Illyana greets, telling Novel, Lark and Colton, "Hand, female, black hair."
Lark glances between Illyana and Novel silently, watching the bids.
Beatrix says "Hello? "
Stepping into the room on heavy footsteps, Colton pulls a few crumpled up - but high denomination - bills out of a pocket before handing them over to the Syndicate guard, then places his bid.
"Hey," he says. "Don't mind me too much. Saves me some effort chasing some poor bastard down."
Illyana says "I was thinking the same, but at this point, I'm just curious."
Beatrix screams "Where the fuck am I? Who are you?"
"Grats." Illyana tells Colton with an up-nod.
Beatrix says "hello? "
Beatrix says "Hello? "
Sealing the door shut behind the departing Syndicate agents as they drop Beatrix off, Colton turns to look down at the bound woman, lifting his eyebrows in mild surprise.
"You know," he says. "I was craving Lousianan food." He steps in closer and squats down a little before her, working his jaw in a moment's thought. "What's your name, girl?"
Beatrix nervously looks at the man in front of her. Her eyes looking at the worn clothing, her demeanor nervous.
Beatrix says "Trixie... "
Beatrix takes a deep breath as she looks up at the rough looking man as she lies on the cold floor. Trying to rally a smile which doesn't quite reach her eyes she says in a slow Louisiana drawl, "Well sugah... not much ta say about it really. I got it in a fight I had with someone I was robbing. Got into a bit of a dust up when they caught me."
Beatrix me screams in pain, her lips parting almost lewdly as her neck leans back. Tears well up in her eyes as she feels the blood drip down her arm. "Nooooo." she sobs, momentarily washed up in the pain.
Illyanas Syndicate Bargain 250124
(Lark's syndicate bargain)
[Thu Jan 23 2025]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 35F(1C) degrees.
Lark strolls in and waves to Illyana. "Good morning."
Nodding to Lark, Illyana considers. Looking something over, she makes a bid, slipping the paper across.
Beatrix says "Hello? "
Novel strolls right on in, glass pipe dancing between his lips and looking vaguely curious.
Novel doesn't bother bidding. He just leans against a wall, arms folded over his chest.
Illyana says "Female and Hand."
Lark says "Hm. "
Beatrix says "Where the fuck am I?"
Novel guesses, "Black hair?"
Illyana says "Bingo. Guess what eye color."
Novel shifts his gaze to look at a wall. "Brown."
"Hey, Colt." Illyana greets, telling Novel, Lark and Colton, "Hand, female, black hair."
Lark glances between Illyana and Novel silently, watching the bids.
Beatrix says "Hello? "
Stepping into the room on heavy footsteps, Colton pulls a few crumpled up - but high denomination - bills out of a pocket before handing them over to the Syndicate guard, then places his bid.
"Hey," he says. "Don't mind me too much. Saves me some effort chasing some poor bastard down."
Illyana says "I was thinking the same, but at this point, I'm just curious."
Beatrix screams "Where the fuck am I? Who are you?"
"Grats." Illyana tells Colton with an up-nod.
Beatrix says "hello? "
Beatrix says "Hello? "
Sealing the door shut behind the departing Syndicate agents as they drop Beatrix off, Colton turns to look down at the bound woman, lifting his eyebrows in mild surprise.
"You know," he says. "I was craving Lousianan food." He steps in closer and squats down a little before her, working his jaw in a moment's thought. "What's your name, girl?"
Beatrix nervously looks at the man in front of her. Her eyes looking at the worn clothing, her demeanor nervous.
Beatrix says "Trixie... "
Beatrix takes a deep breath as she looks up at the rough looking man as she lies on the cold floor. Trying to rally a smile which doesn't quite reach her eyes she says in a slow Louisiana drawl, "Well sugah... not much ta say about it really. I got it in a fight I had with someone I was robbing. Got into a bit of a dust up when they caught me."
Beatrix me screams in pain, her lips parting almost lewdly as her neck leans back. Tears well up in her eyes as she feels the blood drip down her arm. "Nooooo." she sobs, momentarily washed up in the pain.