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maskormenacelogs2016-09-25 07:30 pm
shittybirthday) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-09-25 07:30 pm
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closed to joel and sarah manning
WHO: Sarah Manning & Joel
WHERE: A party/event in De Chima
WHEN: Late September
WHAT: Sarah and Joel have been tasked with peddling product at a party (rando npc party)
WARNINGS: Drug dealing, swearing, possibly other stuff that will be edited here later if necessary.
[ Joel steps out the back door of the darkened bar and shuts the door behind him. He lets out a weary sigh as he checks the door is firmly locked, lit only by the dim streetlight in the otherwise dark alleyway. It's just after eleven-thirty at night; he's been working behind the bar since midday, and the last thing he wants to do now is head to another loud, rowdy place with more loud, rowdy people.
Pocketing his keys, he reaches into his other pocket for his burner phone. He brings up the contacts list; only two names are stored in it, and he selects the one that says 'Sarah'. Though he's heard her name in passing from Jesse, he's never met her, and now he's found himself on the job with her. He knows Jesse wouldn't choose someone unreliable, but Joel still doesn't like going into these jobs without at least knowing who he's going to be working with.
While the screen glows up at him, he lifts a hand to his face and tiredly rubs his eyes, then he's typing a message; the first thing he's ever said to this Sarah person: ]
ready?
WHERE: A party/event in De Chima
WHEN: Late September
WHAT: Sarah and Joel have been tasked with peddling product at a party (rando npc party)
WARNINGS: Drug dealing, swearing, possibly other stuff that will be edited here later if necessary.
[ Joel steps out the back door of the darkened bar and shuts the door behind him. He lets out a weary sigh as he checks the door is firmly locked, lit only by the dim streetlight in the otherwise dark alleyway. It's just after eleven-thirty at night; he's been working behind the bar since midday, and the last thing he wants to do now is head to another loud, rowdy place with more loud, rowdy people.
Pocketing his keys, he reaches into his other pocket for his burner phone. He brings up the contacts list; only two names are stored in it, and he selects the one that says 'Sarah'. Though he's heard her name in passing from Jesse, he's never met her, and now he's found himself on the job with her. He knows Jesse wouldn't choose someone unreliable, but Joel still doesn't like going into these jobs without at least knowing who he's going to be working with.
While the screen glows up at him, he lifts a hand to his face and tiredly rubs his eyes, then he's typing a message; the first thing he's ever said to this Sarah person: ]
ready?
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She's been waiting on Joel's message, and when she receives it, she's already slipping out the door, ready to roll. ]
ready when you are, [ she sends back. ] you want to meet there or someplace else?
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i'll meet you there
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[ She'll be there soon enough, anyway. ]
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meet you there in ten
[ He pockets his communicator. In a quick writhing coil of black smoke, he disappears from the spot and teleports home, where he heads upstairs quickly to change. Stinking of spilled beer would probably make him fit right in with the party they're heading to, though the clothes - a ratty flannel shirt and ratty jeans - might not be the most fitting dress code. Just in case, he changes into a black t-shirt, less ratty-looking jeans, and a leather jacket. He quickly wets his hands in the bathroom and rakes them through his greying hair, too, which is starting to get long. Long for Joel, anyway.
Ten minutes later, he's teleporting out of there. Outside the De Chima porter, on the sidewalk, thick black, ghostly tendrils of smoke suddenly materialise out of thin air, coiling and snaking around each other in an increasing fury. And then, suddenly, Joel appears within them, and the smoke like tendrils just as suddenly start to dissipate before evaporating into thin air.
He stands there, looking around. He doesn't know what this Sarah person even really looks like. ]
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Are you Joel?
your tag went to my spam box wth
Sarah, I take it.
[ Christ. Sarah. Without warning, his little girl flashes into his mind.
Quickly moving straight on. Focusing on the task at hand. He gives a small jerk of his head to indicate they start walking. He waits until they're out of earshot of anyone else who might emerge from the Porter before speaking again: ]
So, what's the plan?
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The plan is that we show up, pretend to have a good time, sell this shit, and leave.
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'Pretend to have a good time', though. Heh. ]
Jesse usually has me working security detail, not the selling side of things. Both of us selling'll at least get us outta there faster, though. Unless you just want someone watchin' your back.
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Can you deal and not get caught? I've got three backups if shit goes south for me.