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Post by Panzer Xenos on Oct 28, 2009 12:40:19 GMT -7
He knew better then to comment on her admitting her lack of pity toward him, though the comment did make him relax ever so slightly. Strange, but true. Then again, he'd rather have an ally that stuck around for other reasons. Pity was for the weak-willed, and he honestly doubted those words could be applied to Lou.
Realizing he must be finally sobering up some, he added a good amount of sugar to his coffee before drinking it. One way to put him in a relatively good mood was for sobriety to return to him. He catches the unspoken words that could so very easily be placed after her assurance that she wouldn't lay a hand on him, and merely smirks into his coffee, cocking a brow at her in amusement.
"So..." He parroted, straightening up in his seat. Conversation was never his strong point. He noticed that the club was apparently starting to wind down. It was still full of people, but they had started to withdraw off the dance floor to the booths. Probably too drunk to stand, let alone dance.
Oh, good, he was really starting to sober up! He was noticing his surroundings again, and his mind was automatically noticing things to be put away for possible future reference. Photographic memory was usually a blessing, though he supposed once he got deep into the crime ring he would see things he would wish he could forget.
But that would be dealt with when the time came. "So!" Panzer started, giving Lou is mostly undivided attention. There was a group of kids whispering and pointing at them that he didn't like, but he could only imagine what they wanted. "You a local?"
Hey, he was trying.
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Post by Lou on Nov 2, 2009 19:03:35 GMT -7
"You a local?"
Lou seemed to settle down nicely, and in fact she did not even seem to remember that she had been upset before. Well maybe it was more like she did not care. Which was more likely the case. This kid seemed a lot more pleasant now that he wasn't three sheets to the wind at least, so that was something. "Eh...once 'pon a'time." She really did not see herself as a local given the near century she had been elsewhere.
"A looooooooooong time ago." she shrugged, ignoring the staring kids, probably customers or hooligans, but Lou was hard pressed to dredge a shit out of Giveafuck Bay when it came to those sorts. And that was before she was considered the living dead...not it was much much worse.
"You finally bite the dog th'bit ya?" she points at his coffee with a toothy smirk, the slightest tip of a fang pointing out oh so discreetly, as she mocked his little drunk fiasco. But still she kept herself from outright being mean to the ginger. "What about you. Where you from? Seems to me its a bit queer, a Yank fella like you...in place like this..."
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Dec 23, 2009 20:33:02 GMT -7
God, casual conversation wasn't easy for him on the best of days, let alone when he was still a touch buzzed. He would no longer consider himself drunk, and he supposed he had the awful coffee he had been drinking to thank for that. Really now, was it too much to ask for coffee that didn't taste like it had been on the burner for a week?
He nodded at Lou and took another sip of his disgusting coffee, pausing to add more sugar. He wasn't even going to begin to guess her age. One, she was a woman, and even if she were a millennium old she would still probably cut one or two hundred thousand years off, and two, he really didn't care. 'A long time ago' was good enough for him.
The tiny glimpse of fang is enough to make him hesitate in answering her. Dammit, vampires just made him uncomfortable, ally or not. "Seems like. I try and keep that particular dog at home, but, you know..." He looks into his nearly empty cup and shakes his head minutely. He was sooooo not sharing personal information with this woman. Well, he wouldn't share it with anyone, but he just didn't trust vampires.
His mouth twists into a scowl at her choice in wording. "You people have such a colorful way of speaking over here, don't you?" He asks wryly, but otherwise ignoring any implications behind the word 'queer' might have. He wouldn't put it past the woman to use it as a double entendre of sorts. "Anyways, I'm from the wonderful whore bitch! United States of America."
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Post by Lou on Dec 23, 2009 23:18:34 GMT -7
Lou chuckled slightly, she got this distinct feeling she was making the poor boyo a bit uncomfortable, hell, she liked it, by this point there was no hiding those fangs of hers, she flashed a toothy smile to Panzer and shrugged. "I prefer to keep my dogs a'ome m'self..." paused for a moment, and then gestured for the barkeep to bring two scotches.
"You people have such a colorful way of speaking over here, don't you?"
The woman nodded slightly as the man talked, seeming to only half listen, since she seemed more intent on her drinks coming. When they arrived, she paid the bar tender and then kept both clutched in either hand, so much for sharing. "Meh, most speak it better than I...I'm Northerner...we dun so much talk the language as chew on it and spit it out..." she laughed and hit her tumbler back like it was a damn shot glass, without even a hint of a whiskey wince. "...You ever see 'My Fair Lady?' Its lioke that." Of course she didn't rule out that Panzer might not understand her old movie joke.
She was half through her second drink before she started to light up another cigarette, rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses as the freckled bastard talked about being from the states. "Oh no? Really? I'm not dumb...I know you're from the states ya wanker, that's why I called ya a YANK." by this point she was ignoring his outbursts like one would mind a child, just humoring the thing. "I asked WHERE in the states, y'daft?"
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Dec 24, 2009 1:38:40 GMT -7
Panzer could only assume that Lou and him were still talking about the same dogs, but he - perhaps wisely - decided not to pursue that particular path of conversation. He kept his astonishment to himself as well when Lou proceeded to order two drinks, though his relief when she hoarded them to herself was almost palpable. He didn't think he could honestly say no to her if her tried. She intimidated him in a way that was familiar, and when he realized why, he damn near planted his freckled face on the grungy counter. It seemed he had managed to find himself a British equivalent of his mother. Hoo-rah.
With an effort, he managed to catch the last part of what she said. "My Fair Lady?" He asked a little faintly, still coming to terms with his realization. Good god, she even drank like his mother. He became a touch pale beneath his freckles, making the spots seem to swim atop his skin.
"Oh, I'm from Pennsylvania, 'round the Great Lakes," He said, sinking into his chair a bit like he had been scolded. Holy hell, what was wrong with him? Just because she reminded him of his mother didn't mean he had to lay down and allow himself to be walked all over.
He was so fucked.
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Post by Lou on Dec 25, 2009 17:54:21 GMT -7
"My Fair Lady?"
"Aye, it was a musical sort back in the day. 'Ad Audrey Hepburn in it...very pretty. Though her accent was more an' off, but the story was nice 'nuff." Lou spoke like she didn't even care if Panzer was listening, mostly because, she really didn't. But that probably worked to the man's advantage. Since it might give him a way out...but more likely she had just decided she had a captive audience.
Fortunately, she knew nothing of Panzer's mommy issues, or her similarity to said mommy, or the poor freckled bastard would never hear the end of it, she'd run him out of town with the embarrassment that she would cause. Hell all of Izan would have known. But she was blissfully unaware of such things, and instead, she started to idly lick the scotch off the ice cubes in her glass. "Pennsylvania huh? I used to live in New York City m'self...then some things happened, an' well...'ad to get out 'fore things got a bit hot."
"Of course, that was....probably longer back than you existed..." she hummed a little, and said, she took a long drag off her cigarette.
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Dec 26, 2009 21:03:09 GMT -7
Half-listening, Panzer half wanted to excuse himself and go find a tall ceiling and some short rope. Sure, he had left his mom on good terms - she had helped him get into Izan, after all - but she still terrified him on some level. He had once read up on hyena's and how the males were treated by the females, and if he hadn't known better, he'd have thought his mother lived by the rules of those animals. Come to think of it, his mother did serve in Africa when she was younger, didn't she?
His attention was dragged back to Lou when she started to lick her ice cubes, and Panzer felt a small shudder of revulsion. Old women shouldn't be allowed to do that, and especially vampires. Those fangs weren't appealing to begin with, let alone at the thought of them near some softer body parts. Panzer realized what track his thoughts were going down and slammed them to a screeching halt. He refused to be that deprived.
Besides, with his realization of Lou's similarity to his mother, he so didn't want to had Freud issues into the mix. God forbid.
"With how old you are? It was probably before cunt! Before my-" Mother was born, he started to retort almost out of reflex, when he realized what he was saying, and he so was not hinting at anything that Lou might pick up on. Mommy issues be damned. Besides, teasing the vampire about her age probably wasn't the smartest idea. He might be a little bit under the influence still, but that didn't mean he had to sign his death wish. "Er, that is... Ah hell, I'll just stop while I'm ahead."
He looked around the bar before turning back to his coffee, secure in knowing that everyone else was probably not a threat. The kids that had been gawking before had apparently left, and the rest of the bar was slowly thinning out. He felt safe enough. So long as the vampire beside him didn't take serious offense, anyways.
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Post by Lou on Dec 27, 2009 15:15:18 GMT -7
"With how old you are? It was probably before cunt! Before my-"
Lou looked up, black eyes glinting over her aviator glasses with glittering amusement. Really this boy just made her laugh. So awkward for a tough guy. Damien must have been hurtin' for folks. But that didn't mean she didn't reap the benefits of a hearty chuckle. "...Yer mum? Hell, I'd venture y'nana as well." she waved her cigarette around, arcing the smoke and cutting it at the same time.
"Don't think I'd get insulted by a thing like that. Age and treachery, an' all that." the smile that passed over the woman's face was nothing short of gut wretchingly sinister as she flicked her tongue over her fangs. "But I still wouldn't try y'luck ducky." the drug dealer chuckled darkly before winking at Panzer. "I'd gut you neck to knees before you could reach your trigger."
There was coldness to her voice when she said it, it wasn't a threat, it was most obviously a promise. But it wasn't long before she was resuming her normal flippancy. "So, what brought ya t'London? Just felt like slummin' it a bit?"
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Dec 29, 2009 10:02:01 GMT -7
The redhead's issues with Lou's similarities to his mother disappeared as soon as she threatened him, and meant it. Panzer allowed his eyelids to drop as a small shudder worked its way through him. He definitely took the woman seriously, and would probably be a fool not too. He made a mental note to do some digging once he got back to HQ for information on any deaths centered around the vampire. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised if they had insulted her somehow, and then just hadn't considered her a big enough threat to protect themselves from her wrath. Panzer figured it was like that saying, there is no fury like that of a woman scorned. Or something like that.
Her quick change back to normal didn't throw him off as it might have someone else. After all, her threat had been delivered successfully.
"Pretty much," Panzer said, not bothering to expand. It wasn't her any of her business. He finished off the rest of his coffee and ordered another. He sipped it and pulled a face. Ugh, bottom of the pot. Disgusting, but full of the most caffeine. He took another sip. "How about you? You mentioned you had been in horseshit! In NYC earlier. What brought you round to England again?"
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Post by Lou on Dec 29, 2009 10:19:58 GMT -7
Lou pulled the last cigarette out of her pack and lit up, letting the box hit the floor with a yawn. Panzer would have fun with that little check up, she didn't much like getting her hands dirty directly, but that didn't mean she was adverse to such things, hell she had a rap sheet at one hundred and sixty years in the making.
It was hardly a wonder why she constantly looked like the cat who ate the canary, just grinning like a mad woman as she tapped the ash off of her smoke. She had the confidence of almost two centuries of criminal activity under her belt.
"Fuckin' hell...I told ya...y'gotta leave town when y'bring too much heat down on y'self..." She said it with the voice of experience, like she was just trying to get that shit across to Panzer, if he wasn't so daft he couldn't listen. "Anyways, I think its...cute how they do crime here. Its like a Sadie fucking Hopkins dance just little boys asking for permission to stir th'shit." Lou tilted her head back and laughed venomously as she blotted out her fag and crossed her scarred arms across her chest.
"It's a goddamn embarrassment if y'fuckin' ask me mate."
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Dec 29, 2009 10:57:34 GMT -7
He watched the smoke pack drop to the floor before looking back up at Lou. He couldn't see her sticking around too much longer now that she was out of smokes. It might have been just as well, as he found himself edgy now. Apparently all it took was one good threat to shake him; in his defense, Lou was a damn old vampire who had the know how to actually carry through with her promises.
Panzer gave a semi-impatient nod and waved a hand expressively. "Yes, but I didn't realize you meant that you came here all those long years ago and then never left," He said a touch grumpily. He wasn't being daft dammit.
Her next words did catch him off guard though, and he sat there with his mouth slightly open for a moment while he tried to think of how to reply to that. On one hand, he prided himself for being loyal to his superiors, and being content where he sat. On the other hand, Lou was a century and some years old and cranky. Once that thought crossed his mind, he didn't have to think twice as to who's balls he would be cupping.
"Things could be run better, I agree," Panzer said quietly, looking around the bar in a bored manner. Wouldn't do for them to be overheard by someone important. The higher ups of Izan struck him as the jumpy sort that would take any talk against them as a serious threat.
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Post by Lou on Jan 3, 2010 21:24:01 GMT -7
"Oh lovely, I left I came back again, and betcha, I'll find myself gone again before the sunrises." Lou stood up and gave Panzer a well meaning pat on the shoulder before stretching, she was a rather tall for an older woman, but when her sleeves fell down a bit, she looked like she had been on the wrong end of the needle ages ago...the way the tracks ran up and down, it was almost grisly. "If you're fuck'n smart there you'll figure out when the gettin's good...there's aways a time an'place for dat."
The drug trafficker cracked her head to the side snapping and popping as she finished up the last of her cigarette and put some pounds down on the table. "F'yer tyme...and well, cause y'seem t'need a few more joes in ya." she pulled her sunglasses down her nose and winked at Panzer, nothing sexual about it, almost...disturbingly maternal...if by maternal you meant the sort of motherly look a mother gerbil gave their babies before eating them alive.
"Its been a fuck'n ball, but...I don't talk work off the clock if I can manage...so I have to bid you...adieu." she bowed with a hell of a flourish, low and exaggerated, like a regular troubadour before dusting herself off, and flipping a fedora on her head with a bit of a tip of the hat. "Keep yer nose clean eh?"
But of course, ever the eccentric old lady, she slinked off into the fray of the club scene before goodbyes became to heavy, besides, it wouldn't be too long before she saw the arms dealer again.
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Jan 6, 2010 18:53:20 GMT -7
Sure enough, as if on cue, she went through the motions of getting ready to leave. Panzer spared a glance at the track marks visible on her arms. He blinked, his eyes staying closed just a little longer then usual; it was the closest he'd allow himself to get to a shudder. The sight would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life. Photographic memory wasn't as much a gift as everyone seemed to think. Her career choice at least made sense, even if it wasn't permanent. He grunted at her implication that she wasn't with Izan to stay. He was really no different in that matter. He didn't want to be part of a mafia for the rest of his life. Talk about aiming low.
He did where's the mayo? an eyebrow at the offered cash, but didn't dare refuse. "Thanks," He said, his own eyes widening behind his glasses at her wink. Maybe it'd just been too long since he'd gotten some, but it certainly didn't come off as maternal to him. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and nodded back. A man of few words on the best of days, but around Lou he was damn near rendered speechless. She was just intimidating, dammit.
Panzer was possibly even less for goodbyes then the vampire, but after her show - at which he couldn't help but smile the tiniest bit at - he knocked two fingers against his forehead in a mock salute. "No promises," He said with a small show of teeth. It was a smile, but one that said he was about as likely to stay out of trouble as a rampant werewolf in downtown London. "'Til next cocksucker[/]! Next time."
He watched her leave before turning back to the bar and ordering another coffee. Time to work towards full sobriety so he could buy his off-sale booze and take it home. One might think he had a drinking problem.
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