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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 12, 2011 20:44:08 GMT -5
(Set February 10 for Amber, Graverobber, and Jackson. Though others can join in if they like)
Amber walked down the alleyway, her body guards flanking her. She needed a hit of the Z bad...real bad. She had gone through several watered down vials in the past ten hours. And now that her mother was here there was no way in Hell that she would be able to shoot it into her system in front of her. And she was pretty sure her little bitch of a sister was paying extra close attention to her. Amber wouldn't be at all surprised if Vittoria was fucking planning something.
And there was not fucking way that she would let an usurper take her place as the head and face of Geneco. Which, now that she thought about it, probably wasn't a good idea for her to be out here. Then again she supposed that if there were any images of herself on the Z she could have the paper that printed them shut down or the person who took the photos either bought off or killed.
Amber stopped by Grave Robbers usual stomping grounds, in an alleyway across from a Z addicts support groups nightly meetings. The meeting had just started so the alleyway was deserted, but she knew that he'd be lurking around here somewhere. All she had to do was wait...even though she hated it...and he would pop up. Hopefully with a fresh batch of Z.
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Grave Robber
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Post by Grave Robber on Sept 12, 2011 20:55:14 GMT -5
Almost as if on cue, Grave Robber made his appearance. Entering the Alley from now where it seemed but, from the looks of it probably a dumpster. "Looking for someone?" His voice broke the silence, revealing himself fully. He was almost surprised that she would show her face around these parts again, if that is, he didn't know her. He knew she couldn't resist the best in town. Luckily for her, he still had his top of line batch on hand.
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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 12, 2011 21:09:58 GMT -5
Amber rolled her eyes, while she liked the Grave Robbers product, there were times that she could only just tolerate him. She flipped her dark hair back and pushed her breasts out a bit, hoping that a bit of flirting and some sex would get him to lower the price. And if not then maybe she could empty his pockets while his hands were busy elsewere. "You know who I'm looking for," Amber purred. "And luckly I found him. It's been awhile hasn't it? I was starting to wonder if you were even still around. I heared that you had been taken out in a graveyard a few weeks back. And I just had to see for myself if the rumors were true."
Amber ran her fingers up against Grave Robbers neck scratching him slightly with her nails. "I'm glad to see that the rumors of your demise were greatly exagerated."
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Grave Robber
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Post by Grave Robber on Sept 12, 2011 21:20:11 GMT -5
"And I heard you're off the glow." He responded, almost mocking her or the Newspapers. Graverobber took hold of her hand before it could wonder on his person. "It's good to see though rumors are greatly exaggerated too." He added with a creeping smile.
It was more than obvious what she was trying to do, than again, when wasn't she trying to con him with alittle of her best for his best. "Don't tell me your came here empty handed." He whispered shifting eyes between her and her under clothed body guards.
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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 12, 2011 21:33:01 GMT -5
Amber reached into her boutiful clevage and pulled out a wad of hundreds. There was about eight hundred dollars there, all unmarked and fresh off the press. Some of the ink was still wet. "Give me as much as this can buy." Amber smirked tossing the cash to Grave Robber giving him a seductive look. Lowering her lashes and biting her lower lip in a sugestive way."That is unless you want me to pay with something else." She gave him a knowing smirk, knowing that on a more than a few occasions she had traded sexual favors for the Z. And there were a few times that she would've gladly hooked up with the Grave Robber without the Z.
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Post by Grave Robber on Sept 12, 2011 21:40:49 GMT -5
With the look she had, how could he say no. It wasn't unusual for him to pass up a little cash for Miss Sweet. Besides, he just had to try out her new parts. Especially after so long. Stuffing a full hand of cash in his pocket he was ready to go, grabbing onto Amber's waist with one hand and a a another hand searching the inside of his jacket for help from a little black gun.
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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 12, 2011 21:52:31 GMT -5
"Give it to me." Amber groaned/whispered allowing herself to be handled by the Grave Robber. This is why he was her favorite dealer. Because he knew how to handle his product and his customers. Amber pulled her skirt up, just enough to give him a quick peak at her lace panties underneath and her stockings. She rolled down her left stocking and spread her legs further exposing herself to him. "I need it." She said into his ear biting and sucking his earlobe.
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Post by Grave Robber on Sept 12, 2011 22:06:23 GMT -5
He bared a smiled at the sight of her exposed skin. The Grave Robber packed in the neon blue vial into the gun before tracing it up her leg and-
"Aaargh!"
An interrupting scream of bloody murder followed by a scalp slut running for her life. Glowing eyes followed behind her along before snatching her up by her multi-colored hair extensions and throwing her to the ground. With out hesitation, slicing down her back with her still breathing. He ripped out an artificial spine fraction before seeing their 'session' no more than 5 feet away.
A graverobber and Miss Amber Sweet caught with her legs spread and his gun out, literally. Grave Robber snapped his head between the new visitor and Amber. "Mi-Miss Amb..." The repo man muttered embarressed. That's all it took for the Grave Robber to drop her on the spot and already looking for his escape. He did not need to deal with more new faces, let alone a repo man. Even with Miss Sweet giving herself away tonight.
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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 13, 2011 0:40:32 GMT -5
"Fuck!" Amber snarled landing hard on her ass, now she really needed the Z she could feel it ache all the way up her spine. She glared at the retreating Grave Robber. Jesus Christ she was the fucking head of GeneCo he wouldn't get arrested if he had shot her up in the middle of the street in broad daylight.
She turned her head irritably at the Repo Man as her body guards help her up. She brushed several bits of rubble off her back legs and ass. "You didn't see what you just saw, you didn't hear what you just heared." She hissed at the Repo Man coming closer to him stepping over the dying scalpelsluts body ignoring the blood that was flowing over her shoes. "If anyone askes where I was I was taking a quick drive through the city because I was tired of being cooped up in the office doing paperwork all day. Got it?" She wondered which Repoman was behind that mask, she might have to talk to him further if somehow this got leaked out to the public. To have him take care of it for her.
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Post by Jackson Chasseur on Sept 13, 2011 13:06:47 GMT -5
The Repo man keep quiet for moment thinking of her alibi. He raised his hands up to the chest, tangling his fingers together nervously. "...Do you think a quick drive is a reliable story? It honestly sounds more suspicious to me... " He thought out loud with hesitation before blurting out in panic.
"Not that I'd be telling anyone that! But if it was being told- Not that it would, But if it was, but it isn't. It isn't the best lie. But, of cores, it isn't a lie! but speaking literally it is- but it isn't."
Jackson stumbled over his words trying to let Amber know it was terrible lie without angering her further. The last thing he needed was to piss off his boss. If he ending up being lucky she wouldn't be able to tell who he was and he could be on his way but, with such familiar 'outstanding charisma' it would probably be obvious. Given she could remember her employees so easily.
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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 13, 2011 14:32:02 GMT -5
Amber rolled her eyes at the Repoman infront of her, and had she not been royaly pissed off she probally would've been able to pin point exactly who it was underneath the mask. She flipped a bit of her hair back and looked him up and down.
Now that she thought about it he did have a few good points, as she wasn't the type who would go out driving. And would rarely if ever go out unless she had to she usually paid someone to do all her shopping for her. "Fine." She breathed. "Than what should I say I was doing then?"
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Post by Jackson Chasseur on Sept 13, 2011 14:42:56 GMT -5
An answer shot through his head that made him bit his lip in fear it might slip out. 'Banging graverobbers'
"You were out..." He dragged out his plan, twisting his head from side to side in attempt to be inspired by something in sight. "Garbage can, brick, brick, brick. Window, brick brick, clothesline..." His mouth running without a second thought to it. He paused a second looking back to Amber, "Clothesline, clothes line! You went stealing, er, studying, searching, researching for your clothes line, fashion line." He nodded with every word that he spat out as he nervously brainstormed.
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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 13, 2011 15:01:48 GMT -5
Amber stared hard at the man as he seemed to either have a melt down or was on the verge of possibly going insane. She motioned her body guards to take a few steps forward in cas the Repo Man decided to try and do something to her in his insanity.
However his idea about her researching for a 'fashion line' was possibly a good cover. As she did mention to her brothers a couple of times on starting a cosmetic and fashion line if she had enough time on her hands. She nodded slowly considering it. "Yes that seems like a plausible idea...." She said slowly. "But still, I want you to check and see if there's anyone else in the area who might have seen what just happened. And take care of it."
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Post by Jackson Chasseur on Sept 13, 2011 15:16:43 GMT -5
He looked down to the dead girl once more before kicking at her side. Jackson took another swift head turns every direction from side to side, ground to sky. "Well, Thing look all clear here Sir, Miss, Miss Sweet, Amber Sweet." He said as a joke to himself. Considering pride in his job, noone he hadn't already dealt with wouldn't be alive by now.
He took a second thought trying to back further away from the body guards. It wasn't the men that made him uncomfortable. It was the leather.The Leather Straps to be exact. One of his fears, Jackson had never had a allergy to them or any thing rational like that. He could just imagine some how having the leather straps somehow getting wrapped around him. He couldn't see pass the reality of them being nothing more than an excuse for clothing. "Unless you have a problem with the grease guy, grave man, Grave Robber." He said in a shaky voice, eyeing down the bodyguards.
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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 15, 2011 19:18:08 GMT -5
"Leave him be." Amber said in a firm voice placing her hands on her hips. She could feel her body absolutely screaming for a hit of Z. And she almost had it within reach too..... She let out a annoyed noise in the back of her throat. "He's...valuable to me."
She didn't know why she said that last part, probally because he was the only drug dealer she felt comfortable around the most. And, not that she would admit this to anyone, she did find him very attractive.
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