The Heist: Diner Thread
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				Title: <strong>The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>08-12-2014, 08:41:28</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://photos.mandarinoriental.com/is/image/MandarinOriental/london-restaurant-private-dining-room-3?$DetailBannerHeight$)</div><br>The restaurant known as Giorgio's has always had a reputation of being one of the best places to dine in the heart of the city.&nbsp; Even in the early days, it had been known as a hot spot for some of the rich and famous.&nbsp; Everyone from celebrities to politicians, from drug kingpins and mafia bosses have entered it's famed doors and dined upon the rich courses of fine Italian cuisine.<br><br>But on one particular day, it's become a meeting point for a select few, reached out by a mysterious individual, with need of their specialized skills and expertise in fields that are not quite legal.<br><br>A private back dining room awaits the special party by invitation only.&nbsp; One only needs to tell the hostess at the door you're there for the <strong>Hess Party</strong> before being led to the private room in the back. The waiters all knew the score, are had been paid off handsomely not to talk to anyone else about what they overheard.<br><br>An open bar sits, containing a variety of spirits and refreshments.&nbsp; Upon another table sits a variety of sandwiches, salads, and other various appetizer to sate any and all hunger while waiting for the real show to begin.&nbsp; It's a cozy little room situated near the back of the restaurant, the sight of many rumored meetings and dealings. Several cloth partitions providing those who arrived with ample privacy.<br><br>Ethan had already arrived, wanting of course to make sure that everyone had been prepared adequetly. If he knew professional criminals half as well as he thought he did, they were not the sort to wait around for the one who called the meeting together in the first place to arrive. The old man had connections to most everyone, him or Lori. Now it was just a matter of sitting, sipping down a glass of scotch, and waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-12-2014, 19:36:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/the-rock.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Moses Price<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at Giorgio's<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ethan<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Three Piece Gucci Suit (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Premiere+Warner+Bros+Pictures+Journey+2+Mysterious+GZ5gUCHsZV5x.jpg)<br><hr><br>He'd been at work a few nights ago when his cell beeped. It was the tone he had for any number not saved in his phone, so he opened it, expecting a wrong number or spam, but when he read the message he was surprised to say the least. A request to meet up at Giorgio's for a potentially lucrative opportunity. He had nothing to lose, so he quickly responded, texting back that he'd be there.<br><br>&nbsp;Now was the big day, and dressed to the nine's, he pulled up outside Giorgio's and parked. He looked around before walking in and told the doorman he was there for the Hess Party. He was led to the back and nodded appreciatively at the spread. He loaded his plate with three sandwiches, a small bowl with some salad, and a full cup that was halfway filled with Bourbon. <br><br>Sitting down, he looked at the man he assumed had called him and probably others. But he noted he was the first here aside from the man himself. It was nearly impossible for him to be late if he could help it, and most times he was early. But for now he just wanted to know one thing. "How many more we gettin'?" Even though he'd spent years in the states, you could still hear the Brit in him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>09-12-2014, 04:36:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/e535053547b3658672f4c4d3534dc126/tumblr_ngaoh1NjQp1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Morgan Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721879#msg10721879)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside of Giorgio's ---&gt;&nbsp; Interior<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Ethan, Moses, <br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; PolyVore (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=142741789)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Staking the place out<br><br><hr><br>The gray Toyota Prius didn't seem out of the ordinary in the busy, bustling section of downtown San Francisco.&nbsp; If anything, it seemed simply average in the blend of various sedans and hybrids that populated the streets.&nbsp; For the past two years, it was one of the fastest selling cars in California, knocking off the once-popular Honda Civic as the most popular car in dealerships, or so she had read on some automotive blog.&nbsp; It had been a bit of a sad affair to say goodbye to the Civic, but the times had changed, and if she wanted to keep up she had to get with the times.<br><br>To look at the Prius, one wouldn't necessarily expect it's owner to have a decent sized rap-sheet of crimes and offenses in street racing and car thefts.&nbsp; It certainly wasn't flashy, nor did it seem like it had been modified for races.&nbsp; It just seemed dull.&nbsp; Boring.&nbsp; Scenery in the background.&nbsp; Which was, largely, why Morgan Chamberlain bought the popular car of choice for a great many Californians, to blend in and be unseen...<br><br>Which was part of what she was doing that particular afternoon, with her nondescript car parked across the street from the upscale restaurant.<br><br>She had been nestled in behind the driver's seat for almost an hour, just sitting and watching, waiting for a sign that the place was fine and clear.&nbsp; For a few minutes did she sit and wait, before judging for herself that it was time to go in and see what this was all about.<br><br>Soon, after crossing the street, and being led to the back, private room, she found herself there in the meeting place, faced with two individuals that seemed unfamiliar to her eyes.&nbsp; They didn't seem like cops, having had more than her fair share of run-ins with the law, which made her feel a bit more relaxed as she stepped over the threshold into the room.<br><br>“Lively party.” She commented as she found an empty seat and sat down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>09-12-2014, 06:37:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img849.imageshack.us/img849/3152/004blondeingray.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Nicole "Smiley" Anderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721854#msg10721854)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving at Giorgio's<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Ethan, Moses, Morgan<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.hotelegancia.com/pic/Modern-Dress/french-connection-39-animal-mechanical-39-print-sheath-dress-daisy.jpg<br><hr>From a simple taxicab stepped a woman who appeared out of place despite her apparent attempts to blend in.&nbsp; Her blonde hair was carefully done in an updo, and simple glasses that sparkled in the dim lighting of the restaurant.&nbsp; The dress she wears has simple fraying, suggesting that she'd worn it once too often, and the soft and unsteady sway of her gait suggested that she'd never had the chance to fully master wearing heels for any significant length of time.<br><br>The soft tremble of her body didn't help her balance to any significant degree.&nbsp; She glanced over the clothes of each of the new people before looking to their faces, appearing reasonably acceptable to Moses' attire but either confused or slightly irritated at Morgan's choice in clothes.&nbsp; "Bonjour," she said with an accent thick enough to cut with a knife, before pausing for a moment.&nbsp; "Hello."&nbsp; Her brows furrowed just a little, and her hand started to move to her face before she stopped it.&nbsp; "I mean hello.&nbsp; I will endeavor to the English language."<br><br>Her pace sped up just a little too rapidly, sending her falling as one heel didn't quite find the floor properly.&nbsp; Only by quickly outstretching her hand did she catch herself, turning her cheeks a stark crimson in the process.&nbsp; Her eyes went down to the floor as she took a seat, virtually begging people not to look at her.&nbsp; Once seated, she produced a pocket French-English dictionary from her purse, flipping it open in order to have the book readily accessible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>09-12-2014, 07:57:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/e535053547b3658672f4c4d3534dc126/tumblr_ngaoh1NjQp1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Morgan Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721879#msg10721879)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside of Giorgio's ---&gt;&nbsp; Interior<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Ethan (Mentioned), Moses (Mentioned), Nicole (Mentioned), Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; PolyVore (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=142741789)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Taking Stock<br><br><hr><br>With the arrival of the new woman, who seemed a tad irritated in Morgan's relaxed appearance, Morgan couldn't help but to allow a soft smirk cross her features.<br><br>It was clear that she was, by far and way, the least stylish of the group present in their first meeting.&nbsp; While everyone else seemed dressed, and impeccably so, she was dressed down in the style that she was most comfortable within, the relaxed and laid back clothes that was hers.&nbsp; She didn't have the cash like some of them had, from the expensive looking three-piece suit Mr. Muscles wore, to the new woman (already nicknamed Ms. French in her mind) and her stylish dress.&nbsp; Even the man running the show, or the man who she assumed was running the show, with that Hannibal Smith vibe to him, seemed decently dressed for the occasion in the expensive restaurant.<br><br>She stood out like a sore thumb.&nbsp; There was no denying that in her mind.&nbsp; But she didn't give a damn as she kicked herself back in the seat, with her fingers laced behind her head as she waited for the show to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>11-12-2014, 02:15:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache2.asset-cache.net/gc/152886926-teenage-boy-playing-with-toy-car-gettyimages.jpg?v=1&amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;k=2&amp;d=toVba7kqNPwDscTL6bOtmcPfgjL64T52eH7TQ%2FXklV8%3D)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Sparx Larsa<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Outside of Giorgio's ---&gt;&nbsp; Interior<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Ethan, Moses, Nicole, Morgan, &amp; Open<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Swallow Tail Steampunk Ensemble (http://img1.etsystatic.com/003/0/5319058/il_340x270.355001965_kg80.jpg)<br><strong>Content</strong>: Like a turtle poking out of his shell.<br><br><hr><br>Ferrari's, Jags, Lambos, and an abundance of hybrid vehicles filled the streets like lions, tigers, and bears in an artificial jungle. It seemed like the entire neighborhood was a suit-and-tie affair: Not the place for a young college nerd on a skateboard. Not many heads turned towards the young man. Everyone here seemed to be too engrossed in themselves to notice the abnormal combination of Victorian swallow-tail ensemble rolling down the elegant street on a Tech-Deck original Cruiz0r skateboard. The treated rubber tires found it easy to wheel down the pavement. This district, unlike the crowded streets of campus, was easy on the foot traffic. A simple sway was all the brunette needed to weave smoothly through the young women stumbling in their 12 in heels like newborn giraffes.<br><br>With experienced grace he traveled down the block with his electric blue eyes following himself on his phone's GPS. It only took a couple Google searches to realize he was way outclassed by not only the meeting location, but the entire neighborhood. Luckily, the suit he had customized for TeleCom's Cosplay Con was still easily accessible in his apartment closet. The payout from his past freelancing might not have been much, but it covered the bills and a few <em>luxury</em> expenses. <br><br>"You have reached your destination." The computerized voice announced over the steady bass line of Bassnectar's https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5qdsRFkCoQ (http://Now). As expected, a finely dressed doorman was there to greet the youth. Kick-flipping his board into his hand as he did with every dismount to class, the young undergrad removed the Ear Pollutant earbuds as he struggled to recall the secret password for the door guard. <em>"I know it has something to do with gas..."</em> He murmured to himself before exclaiming "Hess!" as if the word assaulted his frontal lobe. "Uh, I mean, <strong>Hess Party</strong>".<br><br>Smiling awkwardly, he followed behind his escort. Beneath his rectangle frames, his eyes traced over his guide in search of a holstered handgun. This scene was a familiar one in many action flicks. Before he could successfully overview the man, their pace halted in front of their destination. Sparx hadn't taken much of the scenery at first: Fine dining was an understatement towards this royal banquet hall. If the kings of middle earth still ruled the lands, this would be a neutral meeting hall for those in power. Ironically, the new rulers of these modern times use this place for just the occasion.<br><br>Entering the room, Sparx's first observation was that there were already people here. Beneath the glare of his glasses, he hoped nobody noticed the awkward shock once peering upon the blonde and brunette women seated at the meeting table. The blonde looked like a model or fashion designer from the designer (he assumed) dress she adorned, and the brunette looked like a bad ass biker chick that used little boys like him as fuel for their motorized steeds.<br><br>Not to mention the bodybuilder standing next to Mr. Wonderful at the front of the room. Sparx started to wonder if he'd leaved crushed up like a beer-can against Man-Bear-Pig's forehead, or in a social coma induced by the judging stares from the opposite sex.<br><br>The door behind him shut, startling the brown-haired youth back to life.<br><br>He checked his exit. It was sealed. Great.<br><br>Turning towards Mr. Wonderful, who seemed to be the head of this operation due to his calm demeanor, Sparx wondered exactly what type of hell his own desperation dragged him into. As if coming in late on a lecture, he silently crept towards a seat at the table. The last place he wanted to be was close to the professional body-breaker in a suit, but attractive females were sometimes just as terrifying. Somehow, he wound up seated close by the brunette. Out of everyone present, she was the most under-dressed, which was oddly comforting. Normally, he wouldn't dress like this even for a professional type of environment. One of his biggest fears, after researching the location of this meeting site, was that someone here would notice his <em>costume</em> was a mere ruse to fit in. Seeing this woman here made him feel as though he wouldn't stick out as much, which was the main purpose of his life at the moment: Don't stick out, play it quietly cool, and eventually fade off the grid away from any social anxiety-provoking instances.<br><br>Oh, but this awkward silence was as heavy as a boat full of silver-back gorillas. If there was one anxiety-provoking phenomena that got under the young nerd's skin it was awkward silence.<br><br>Glancing over towards the brunette and her <em>"I left all my fucks at home"</em> appearance, he was beginning to regret his decision of sitting next to her. She just might twist him enough to actually make gasoline come up. By now, he realized he'd been actually looking at her for a few seconds now. <em>Fuck</em>, he actually had to say something now. But what...? ~Be yourself? But don't be yourself! Be witty! Cool! Suave! Fuck it, just say what's on your mind!~&nbsp; <br><br>And finally, with a bit of a stutter, he spoke indirectly to the woman next to him.<br><br>"So... I hope the pay's good at least."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>11-12-2014, 20:19:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img849.imageshack.us/img849/3152/004blondeingray.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Nicole "Smiley" Anderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721854#msg10721854)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving at Giorgio's<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Ethan, Moses, Morgan, Sparx, Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.hotelegancia.com/pic/Modern-Dress/french-connection-39-animal-mechanical-39-print-sheath-dress-daisy.jpg<br><hr>Although Nicole showed no real concern or opinion of Moses yet, she didn't seem to make much eye contact with Morgan.&nbsp; Her body language simply shrank away, whether a little intimidated or a little deferential.&nbsp; Occasionally she glanced in her direction, but whenever her mouth would begin to open to make some sort of comment, it soon shut again.&nbsp; More than once Nicole glanced at her book, but never seemed to find what she wanted.<br><br>By contrast, Sparx's introduction fascinated her a little.&nbsp; She glanced over his outfit, furrowing her brow and attempting to place it for a bit.&nbsp; Her head shook just a little and she seemed on the verge of giving up when her eyes suddenly widened in delight.&nbsp; "Ah, Victorian gentleman, non?"&nbsp; Apprehension faded from her slightly hunched features as she reached over the table, palm down in a courteous offering.&nbsp; The thick French accent faded a little, mixing with some degree of proper British, though that aspect of her tone sounded like an attempt to parrot an old movie.&nbsp; "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir."<br><br>There was no mocking in her tone.&nbsp; If anything, her eyes held a soft pleading that he would accept her attempt.&nbsp; So much of her trepidation and fears had slipped just beneath the surface of her demeanor, extended into this opportunity to act in the way that a well-read French girl might more easily understand and emulate, but the trembling of her fingers suggested how quickly she could fall back into silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>11-12-2014, 22:16:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/8d18d37f0580cbb0fef3857cd4b2710e/tumblr_nge2oxr5yN1qjbi1bo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Morgan Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721879#msg10721879)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Private Dining Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Nicole (Mentioned), Sparx<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; PolyVore (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=142741789)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Taking Stock<br><br><hr><br>An iPhone had been pulled from the pocket of her jacket, and soon Morgan quickly found herself lost to the scene around her as her eyes scanned over the various postings and ads on the car trading site.&nbsp; With a lazy swipe of her thumb, she was intent on keeping herself entertained, while what seemed like the rest of the party would begin to show up.<br><br>The sudden opening of the door to the room caught Morgan's attention for a moment.&nbsp; Dark eyes lifted from the screen in her hand to take in the sight of the oddly dressed man.&nbsp; It took everything she had to bite back an amused chuckle at the ensemble he wore, as if he had stepped out of some sort of time machine.&nbsp; Even in the dated attire, he seemed a little more dressed for the formal occasion than she was, she had to admit, which kept her mouth shut as she turned her gaze and attentions back to the phone screen in her lap.<br><br>Morgan had begun to re-immerse herself back into the site she was reading when the words of both Nicole and Sparx caught her attention.&nbsp; Before she could respond to the slight attempt at conversation by the awkward guy beside her, Ms. French spoke up, offering a hand to introduce herself.&nbsp; <br><br>“I hope so.&nbsp; I don't know how else I'd be able to afford a banging coat like that next time I go shopping.” She said, a faint trace of a smirk across her lips as she went back to the auto trading website.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 01:18:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cs403923.vk.me/v403923303/8e27/6A16pyw2HL4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nadia Bishop (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721894#msg10721894)<br><strong>Location: </strong>Giorgio's<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Those present<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://38.media.tumblr.com/976fafde7e0d13a4cf8d9e3705f81d09/tumblr_n26lohzpT11r9ow28o1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>Nadia Bishop pulled her bike to a stop outside the restaurant and dismounted it confidently, which might not seem all that unorthodox if it weren’t for her attire. The woman stepped on the pavement in high heels, and from them extended long stocking clad legs that met in a deep curve of her hips, dressed in a short pencil skirt and accented by a chic red belt. She wore a fitted white top which helped along the blatant flaunting of her figure, but even with all that accounted for she still had two more things going for her, attention wise. A large portion of her body was covered in tattoos, easily visible on her arms, back, chest and through the sheer black stockings. The other was only visible when she took the helmet off, but the luscious red waves who cascaded over her shoulders and down her back were hard to miss, or forget. In short, she was like elaborate graffiti work on a grey stone wall. Colorful, attention grabbing and out of place, but at the same time so fitting it was as if the wall had been specifically placed there as background. Because the moment she moved, there was no doubt about how absolutely at ease the woman was with herself in these surroundings. <br><br>It was exactly that which made her blend in better than she ever could otherwise. Hiding in plain sight was sometimes the only way to actually remain hidden. "The Hess party," she requested once she entered the restaurant, and gave the young man who greeted her at the door a small grin. She didn't know what to expect when she walked into the private dining room, but the present ensemble of people looked random at best. It made her wonder what kind of a job it was. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the floor as Nadia moved to take a seat, and then she paused. <br><br>"Well how about that..." She said with her eyes on the only person she knew in the room, Morgan, and then sat down next to her.&nbsp; "Hey girl," she murmured to her and then raised two fingers in a salute to the rest of those present. "serious looking bunch," she commented with obvious humor in her voice and glanced over at the nervous looking kid on Morgan's other side. She sure hoped he wasn't the driver... Blondie with her little dictionary looked nervous too. <br><br>Nadia's eyes shifted to the men who didn't look nervous at all, the older one and Don Hulk over there. Quick estimate? Either con pro or bossman for the older guy, and brute force baby for the big one. Nervous birds... Could be cons, could be techs, could be a lot of things and she was willing to bet that the trembling knees part was an act. Who'd put together a crew and pick out not one but two of those? Had to be a spiel. Well, either that or this wasn't the kind of gig she wanted in on. <br><br>"So who put this thing together? You?" She nodded her chin up, indicating the older guy. He looked familiar but she couldn't place him. Probably just seen him somewhere before. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZephySempai</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 02:43:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache2.asset-cache.net/gc/152886926-teenage-boy-playing-with-toy-car-gettyimages.jpg?v=1&amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;k=2&amp;d=toVba7kqNPwDscTL6bOtmcPfgjL64T52eH7TQ%2FXklV8%3D)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Sparx Larsa<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Giorgio's Private Meeting Room<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Mainly Nicole &amp; Morgan. Open to everyone else :D<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Swallow Tail Steampunk Ensemble (http://img1.etsystatic.com/003/0/5319058/il_340x270.355001965_kg80.jpg)<br><strong>Content</strong>: Like a turtle poking out of his shell.<br><br><hr><br>A french accent attracted Sparx's ears towards the blonde who seemed to recognize his <em>unique</em> outfit. His eyes flickered over towards her. Their eyes met and he felt his nerves lock. Even at a passing glace, he felt this woman was far out of his league. Locking eyes with hers, he felt like a peasant from a foreign land looking upon an empress. It was then that he picked up on some subtle body language. There was a tremble in her fingers as she extended her hand towards him. Could she be nervous as well? <br><br>"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir."&nbsp; She spoke again, addressing him as sir. That's right. Nobody here knew Sparx. No rumors or bullies spreading harsh comments about him. Here, he was somewhat equal to everyone else in the room. But how long that lasted depended on how he acted around this new group. Again, he would need to put his weak knees away and muster up some sort of social competence.<br><br>With a soft smile against his face, he reached out and lightly took the lady's fair hand in greeting. "My name's Sparx." It took effort to raise his voice to a normal speaking level. "Nice to meet you." The woman's hand was soft. Warm as well. It was an interesting sensation whenever the young man made contact with a female. He might have held on a few seconds longer than any normal person would, if only to unconsciously savor the contact.<br><br>He pulled away lightly, then his eyes shifted towards the brunette. Feeling the awkwardness of reaching over her to greet another, he thought he owed the woman a greeting as well. He'd already sprinkled some conversation among the table. Might as well continue on. Holding his hand out towards the dark-haired woman, he held his smile upon his face as he greeted her as well. "Nice to meet you."<br><br>The difficultly now was upholding an interesting conversation. His first thought would be to ask everyone's names, but how exactly does one go about asking another's name? He didn't want to seem rude or awkward, and he was far from a confident savant. It was then that the door opened and yet another woman entered the back room. She had fiery red hair and more attitude in her swag than tattoos on her skin.<br><br>She greeted the brunette Sparx was trying to get to know. Looks like some people here are already acquainted. Things were starting to get a little hairy now with so many people present in the room. Sparx wasn't exactly the best in big groups. Hopefully he could maintain enough normalcy to get him through this meeting. He was hoping it would start soon so the small talk would end and he could fade into the backdrop.<br><br>It was then that his mind made an interesting observation: This was starting to look like an Anime. There was the blonde foreigner, the bad-ass brunette, and now the fiery red-head. Not to mention the strong, silent muscle-man, the suave savant-type, and Sparx held the role of the quiet nerdy guy who usually sits in the backdrop and winds up being the butt of everyone's jokes. If this <em>were</em> an Anime, a visible sweat-drop would have slid down his head.<br><br>It made him wonder, exactly who else might be showing up.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 21:20:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img849.imageshack.us/img849/3152/004blondeingray.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Nicole "Smiley" Anderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721854#msg10721854)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving at Giorgio's<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Morgan, Sparx, Nadia, Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.hotelegancia.com/pic/Modern-Dress/french-connection-39-animal-mechanical-39-print-sheath-dress-daisy.jpg<br><hr>Nicole smiled brightly at Sparx's introduction, but as he glanced to the brunette, Nicole decided to just slip back and let the other two get acquainted.&nbsp; Sparx's words made Nicole's head tilt a little, and she checked through her book in search for something, but she didn't appear to find it.<br><br>Despite the smile she gave, most of the signs of nervousness hadn't entirely faded.&nbsp; Her voice and fingers still gave soft trembles, and it didn't take long for her shoulders to hunch once again.<br><br>It didn't take long, however, for her eyes to fix upon Nadia's tattoos.&nbsp; Curiosity mixed with fascination swirled in her eyes, and she kept glancing back to her book, but eventually pushed her eyes up to Nadia's face.&nbsp; "Do they hurt for real?" she asked, gesturing with her fingertips to Nadia's arms.&nbsp; Her attempt to feign a British accent only lasted long enough for the introduction with Sparx, and the thick French tones were back in force.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrestaDGTation</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 07:56:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.wallsave.com/wallpapers/1600x1200/smoke/196104/smoke-girl-196104.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Lori Bianchi</strong><br><strong>Located:</strong> Arriving at Giorgio's<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Simple and classy (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mz8lIkoRG_U/Ue9q3K_m6uI/AAAAAAAABcA/6Trj57f_wYA/s1600/5.jpg)<br><hr>Driving Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZbdFCBP7qQ)<br><hr><hr><br>&nbsp; The royal blue Nissan was gliding down the road, as Lori's shoulders danced with the sound of Bitter:Sweet, once again giving her a beat to get in trouble to.&nbsp; Her hair was loosely teased, giving her a laid back glamour, even though her pale skin made it look like an apparition was driving down the street.&nbsp; She had to resist the urge to simply throw the car into higher gear and get there faster, but she gently reminded herself that this wasn't that kind of event.&nbsp; There was no pulse, no thrill, no flame to play the dutiful moth to.&nbsp; It was dinner, and depending on how things went, it would lead to bigger and better things.&nbsp; Of course, as the chorus started again, she felt that anticipation, the <em>need</em> for this to be exactly what it was supposed to be.&nbsp; It was funny, how she'd been flirting with the idea for so long, ever since she'd started getting the shadier clientele to work with her.&nbsp; But while she'd made connections since then, and while her rap sheet was definitely not clear, even since getting to San Fran, she hadn't actually ventured into something this grand a scale in person.&nbsp; There was something nostalgic about it, a specter of her younger days, before the business, before Miami..&nbsp; a hunger she hadn't realized was starving itself away in hands-off criminal activity.<br><br>&nbsp; Scheduling had been a bit of a game by itself.&nbsp; Mondays and Tuesdays at the Iron Dora were closed, although she rented the place out sometimes for certain events.&nbsp; Today there was nothing, and with her books balanced and her evening clear, she'd decided to make the most of it.&nbsp; Giorgio's..&nbsp; Ethan had actually suggested the place, truth be told, but Lori was only to happy to take him up on that.&nbsp; She had a little bit of sway with the owners, knew the staff from her days of trying to make a go into fine dining, and incidentally ate there quite a bit.&nbsp; She was a picky eater, and the owners liked the fact that she could pick out the techniques and ingredients they were using.&nbsp; She saw them as artists.&nbsp; They saw her as a woman of taste.&nbsp; And tonight, if the whole evening went to hell, at least dinner would be legit.<br><br>&nbsp; The harmonica was starting to play as she pulled up into the parking lot, letting her Neon Marine drift to a halt with ease.&nbsp; Lori was in no hurry to get out of the car, letting the song finish and swaying her shoulders to the tune.&nbsp; When it did end, she opened the door and shifted her legs in the seat, standing on both at once.&nbsp; There was a small metallic clack, as the sole of her leg brace hit the pavement.&nbsp; One white arm gripped the door and lifted her body almost gracefully out of the car.&nbsp; She had chosen a simple ensemble, dark with a nice slip for mobility, and it showed off her tattoo of an angry ghost in the middle of winter, crawling along her back and down part of her arm.&nbsp; She shut the door and moved to the wall, fancying a cigarette before she went in.&nbsp; Honestly, while she'd set this up on Ethan's instructions, she didn't have any illusions about her role here.&nbsp; The lion's share of her part had already come to an end, unless a few of them bailed or turned out to be morons.&nbsp; It had happened before.&nbsp; She took a drag on her cigarette and took in the evening air for a spell, the soft sound of music and voices from inside.&nbsp; Reputations were currency in this city, and like any currency, you sometimes got counterfeits.&nbsp; She'd vetted the one's she had provided, but it was the nature of the business, that liars lied, and good liars didn't get caught until the cards were down.<br><br>&nbsp; After a moment, she took the butt of the cigarette and crushed in an ashtray, moving for the door.&nbsp; She moved with a slight limp, although since it was early yet, the motion was less inhibiting.&nbsp; She moved in, and the host greeted her warmly.&nbsp; "Lorelei!&nbsp; So nice to see you!" The man came behind the stool and welcomed her by holding her hands and giving her a kiss to either cheek.&nbsp; Lori reciprocated politely, never one to refuse hospitality.&nbsp; "Table for one, tonight?"<br><br>&nbsp; "That depends.&nbsp; Who's cooking?"<br>&nbsp; "You would ask!"&nbsp; he scoffed.&nbsp; "Giorgio's brother in law, Simon, is the chef this evening."<br>&nbsp; "What about that one line cook you had?&nbsp; Lester?"<br>&nbsp; "Oh, we fired that useless bum."<br>&nbsp; "Before or after my issue with the ricotta."<br>&nbsp; "During, actually!"&nbsp; He laughed, grabbing a menu.&nbsp; "If you trust Simon, this way!"<br>&nbsp; "Actually, I'm meeting some friends tonight."<br>&nbsp; "Then why'd you ask who was cooking?"<br>&nbsp; "If you brought friends, wouldn't you ask if Lester was still working?"<br>&nbsp; He held up his hands.&nbsp; "Alright then!&nbsp; What group are you with?"<br>&nbsp; "Hess, actually."<br>&nbsp; "Ah." The hosts smile turned a little thinner.&nbsp; She wasn't here for pleasure after all, he noticed.&nbsp; He grabbed a menu and kindly led her to the area.&nbsp; Lori slipped him an extra 100, which the host grinned at her for in thanks and left her to her devices.<br><br>&nbsp; Well, there was Ethan, already seated at the head of the table.&nbsp; There was a somewhat nervy looking blonde with a white spotted dress, speaking with a flaming red-haired vixen with gorgeous tattoos all over her arms.&nbsp; The blonde seemed a little stunned that they still didn't hurt, and Lori smiled thinly as she realized the kind of green they already had.&nbsp; There was a dark haired woman in a biker jacket, and.. very interesting to see, there was a man there wearing a very nice steam-punk ensemble.&nbsp; Lori's half open eyes perked a little, eager to see what sort of person would wear such a delightful attire to a criminal meeting like this.&nbsp; There were just a few others, mostly in the form of a giant of a man in a Gucci, sitting near Ethan himself.&nbsp; She remembered the last time she'd seen that weathered face, and wondered where his other half was currently.<br><br>&nbsp; "Good evening, everyone."&nbsp; Lori said politely, less the call attention to herself and more to make with the general pleasantries.&nbsp; "Ethan, you're looking sharp as usual."&nbsp; She listened to the voices in the room.&nbsp; The only other male besides Ethan and the huge british gentleman was the one in the steam-punk suit.&nbsp; "Mr. Larsa.&nbsp; An excellent choice to wear out!"&nbsp; She moved around the table slowly, masking her limp as best she could.&nbsp; "Tell me that's a custom make." Lori said with an impishly elegant smile.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Lori could be studious, serious, and even borderline emotionless, but she had her eccentricities.&nbsp; And this was rather fascinating.&nbsp; If allowed, she'd also be interested in complimenting the red-head on her tattoos, but since the blonde was reaching out to touch them just now, it seemed she had enough on her plate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 21:07:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/8d18d37f0580cbb0fef3857cd4b2710e/tumblr_nge2oxr5yN1qjbi1bo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Morgan Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721879#msg10721879)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Private Dining Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Sparx.&nbsp; Nadia.&nbsp; Ethan.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; PolyVore (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=142741789)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Taking Stock<br><br><hr><br>Morgan had reached out to shake the hand of the man next to her when eyes caught the sight of the next person to grace them with their presence.<br><br>Almost instantly a devious smirk came across her lips, watching as Nadia was looking around, ready to take a seat, until she had spotted Morgan.&nbsp; A free hand had reached out and padded the empty seat beside her to invite her over.&nbsp; “Well well, look what the cat dragged in.” Morgan remarked upon seeing the sight of the familiar face.&nbsp; It was a blessing to have, especially when she was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake by coming there.<br><br>Eyes looked out around the table as the new arrival came into the room and made their entrance.&nbsp; Her own drifted over to the man she had addressed as Ethan, the Hannibal Smith type seated at the far end of the table.&nbsp; Nadia's question had hung in the air that was directed to him, and Morgan couldn't help but to feel a sense of curiosity about him.&nbsp; He had been quiet so far, so very quiet, so very reserved.&nbsp; It surprised her, to see the man who had called this thing together, it seemed, being so quiet and so withdrawn.&nbsp; A part of her, the paranoid sense, couldn't help but to wonder if this were some sort of con or some sort of sting operation, wondering more and more with his silence if she made a mistake by coming there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 05:10:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/img6623_zps6c5f42cc.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Cesar "Santo Muerte" Lobos<br><strong>Location: </strong> Private Dining Room<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everyone seated at the table<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Custom made suit (http://www.publimetro.com.mx/_internal/gxml!0/r0dc21o2f3vste5s7ezej9x3a10rp3w$73v70o1evg91ijzyyk6q0sf0dm49b96/Screen-Shot-2013-04-15-at-8.jpeg) and a pair of skull tipped boots (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/190/5/1/skull_boot_tip_by_erikraudi-d6coqsw.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving <hr><br>A light green Prius pulled up to the the restaurant, the lady behind the wheel turned and flashed the man riding shotgun a smile. "It was a pleasure Cindy." Caesar turned towards her and reclaimed the hat off the top of her head. He dug into pocket and paid her double the cost of their ride, a bonus for not asking too many questions. A quick glance at his watch alerted him he was right on time, saving him from making a bad impression. <br><br>Once inside he gave everyone a quick look over as he helped himself to a bottle at the bar. When he turned, he was walking back to the table with a few shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. "Let's liven things up here, is this a meeting or a funeral?" He asked with a slight smile as he eyed those at the table and began pouring and passing shots. Anyone who payed close attention to details would be able to pick out the small traces of blood splattered on his boots. Whether they were fresh or not was a question he wouldn't even acknowledge. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: Diner Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>01-01-2015, 18:30:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/033561521b915fa11c23d399408e9996/tumblr_nesq517oZL1rm7fruo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Jeni Mae (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721853#msg10721853)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Entering Private Dining Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Nadia, Lori, Ethan, Morgan<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Short white skirt, long black socks, black platform tennis shoes, tight white V-neck top, and her favorite leather jacket. <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; So embarrassed. Borderline mortified. <br><br><hr><br>"Oh my god, I'm so late!! Uncle Ethan is going to kill me! He's going to murder me! Oh my god, I'm going to get kicked out of the operation already!" Jeni began to mutter from her lightly glossed and full pink lips. Her black tennis shoes with slight platform heels to give her already extremely petite, slender, and most of all short body some height, but mostly the sounds of the scurrying up the concrete floors of Chinatown in San Francisco. Already she was on the other side of town, but she had miscalculated how long it would take her to get from the 'secret' cabin in the woods and back into the city. Climbing her feet up one of the long and steep hills of Chinatown she tried to make her way toward one of her favorite buss stops. Running by one of the sliding doors opening to a cold stack of ice and fully intact dead and drained pigs being brought into the various restaurants to be butchered, cook, or sold. The smell of food, spices, and decay was heavy on her nostrils as she made her way to the buss stop in question. Barely sliding her body inside before the doors shut and she would have to wait another ten minutes for the next. Breathing heavily, but happy that she could relax for just a moment before arriving to the destination.<br><br>By the time she reached Giorgio's she looked at the pink straps of the Hello Kitty watch on her hand. Noticing how the longer arm was already far past the indicated time she was supposed to arrive. Pouting her plush and pink lips out of her pale skinned face. Emerging from the bus stop by jumping down from the last step. The sidewalks were even and aligned in this rich area of town. The smell of perfumes, exhaust, and garlic hung heavy on her nose while she neared the restaurant. When she finally stepped inside of the door, it was obvious that the woman was young. Although with a questionable wonder of what exact age she was hanging around her. The ruffled and white skirt hung just above her mid-thigh - showing off the creamy skin that lacked any birth marks of imperfections. Long black stockings came up past her kneecaps, but the back of her thighs exposed up into the curve of her ass. Short enough that while she was briskly walking to the hostess counter, she stripped over her own feet. Falling forward just enough to make her back hunch down and her white skirt to ride up. Revealing the black nature of her boyshort panties, while her arms flung out forward to keep herself balanced. "Hess party!" she quickly exclaimed while wobbling her arms to either side, trying to prevent a fall and not hit her chin on the hostess stand.<br><br>Maybe it was the way her white shirt hugged her ample cleavage peaking through the V-neck of her shirt. Or maybe it was the black leather jacket draped over the shoulders. Even possibly the way her long and straight locks of black hair were tied up into two buns on opposing sides of her head. But the hostess gave her a long look. Knowing that everyone else who had entered that particular dining room had the essence of adulthood and that there wasn't a teenager birthday party going on. Awkwardly, Jeni waited while the hostess gave her a long look. Biting her bottom lip and wrapping her arm to her shoulder. Tugging on it as her body language indicated that she was closing herself off. Although a few more painful seconds, which felt like a lifetime to the worrying and late Jeni - she found herself making her way inside of the private dinging area. Brushing a few wild strands of her black hair behind her ear while smoothing out the wrinkles of her white shirt. Readjusting her bra when no one was looking a she slid her hands into her shirt. Pulling one of he soft pillows up against the confines of her bra when the doors abruptly open. The young Asian woman embarrassingly being shown with her hand halfway down her shirt - while adjusting her breasts within her bra.<br><br>Quickly she withdrew her hand from her shirt, her red face blushing even further as she hung her head low. Taking a few steps in and muttering in a soft tone, suddenly intimidated by all the different people in the area. "Sorry I'm late..." she said under her breath and then turned her brown and cat-eye lined eyes up toward the women sitting next to each other. Another painful streak of embarrassment hitting her when noticing Nadia and Morgan. Nadia, for more reason than one, had embarrassed Jeni on many occasions and since their last encounter she had secretly wished to never see her. Out of sheer shame and embarrassment and he same went for Morgan. Seeing the two women who at one time in her life she would have considered a friend, more so Morgan than Nadia - because Morgan hadn't abandoned her in the middle of the night. Although there was absolutely no hatred or ill-will toward Nadia, just embarrassment and shame from their previous encounter. Locking her eyes with the pair of intimidating women sitting beside each other, Jeni bit her bottom lip and tried to not lower her eyes toward their curvy thighs, and lightly said with a soft and faded voice, "H-hi Morgan...Hi Nadia..." Darting her eyes away from them and walking around the table. Seeing no other familiar faces besides Lori already here and of course her Uncle Ethan. A pit dropped in the bottom of her stomach, as she did not want to explain how she knew Nadia and Morgan to him - it would have embarrassed her so and she was still of the age where she enjoyed hiding particular thing from her adopted father.<br><br>With a sigh of relief she ran her hands along Lori's shoulders. So happy that there were at least two stable people she could trust here. Her white French tipped fingernails dragging long the sides of her shoulder blades, before she pulled out a seat next to her Uncle Ethan. Looking up at his intimidating features and hen sinking low in her seat. Muttering to Ethan, "Sorry I'm late, but I was just preparing what you told me to do. I got distracted because there was too much dirt on the van, so I had to clean it. Plus you know the little hole in the drivers..." Jeni's voice began to get so small and inaudible because of her continue drop of volume. Seeming to sink further and further down into her chair - feeling so small while her eyes again darted to Nardia and Morgan. The pit in her stomach beginning to grow while she tasted salt in the back of her mouth.<br><br>She was so embarrassed, she wished she could disappear. 
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