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1936 - Pulp Heroes
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Eddie straightens his collar and flashes a smile as he heads to the bar. "Shot of whiskey," he says to the bartender as he approaches, still holding the friendly smile. The man with the press card catches his eye, and Eddie gives him a friendly nod as well as he waits for his drink.
"Sure"John says. "Fancy a friendly game of poker?"
He seats himself at the table next to the lady, takes out a deck of cards, and starts to deal for whoever wants to join.
After a few round he gets a set of diamonds, bets heavily, but fails to make the flush.
"Diamonds. I hate diamonds. Reminds me of Congo. Goddamn Belgians" He says with the words emerging between lips and fat cigar.
He seats himself at the table next to the lady, takes out a deck of cards, and starts to deal for whoever wants to join.
After a few round he gets a set of diamonds, bets heavily, but fails to make the flush.
"Diamonds. I hate diamonds. Reminds me of Congo. Goddamn Belgians" He says with the words emerging between lips and fat cigar.
Blackrat
He Who Lurks Beyond The Veil
You seat between the bald man with his red-haired doll and the lady in red. The man with his girl doesn't seem to react anyway to your conversation and continous to whisper with the girl. The lady in red however does seem to be interested of your conversation but from this close you can see that she is actually keeping her eyes on the big brooding man at the counter and especially Eddie as he seems to approach the man. But when Eddie walks past him to the counter she seems to relax a bit and continue to listen to you halfheartedly. The italian fellow leans a bit towards you as you start talking about diamond-mines, and if possible looks even a bit more nervous than he already was.
Eventhough the bald guy and his moll don't seem to pay any attention to you, Elizabeth suddenly feels interest towards their whispered conversation as she overhears few words. It is not the words themself that takes her ears though, they are standard seduction-lines: "You'll be forever mine... I'll show you a world of wonders... etc, etc." but the language in which they are spoken. He uses the same language that Elizabeth spoke with his father few nights before. Ancient Egyptian, a language which, as far as she knew, was only known to the ancient divine family-lines like her mother's. And this man spoke it with the proficiency of someone born to speak it, just like Elizabeth herself.
At the counter the reporter looks Eddie for a while with a puzzled look and then comes over to him. "Eddie Wallace right? I'd recognise you anywhere. You almost got Pulitzer for that story about the, the, what was it, something about the military financing a dig in Giza. Anyways, you were the reason I wanted to become a reporter. Oh, yeah, I'm Jimmy Smith, I don't suppose you've heard of me yet. Gotten only couple of stories published yet..." He goes on for a while, telling how much he admires you etc.
[sblock=OOC]Okay, here's a quick map of the bar so you can get a more clear picture of where everyone are.
1. The table where Lotka, Liz and John plays poker.
2. The bald man and his red-haired doll.
3. The lady in red.
4. The young couple.
5. The big brooding man.
6. The man who pretends to be drinking but actually surveys the bar.
7. The reporter.
8. The bartender.
9. Eddie.
10. The italian fellow.[/sblock]
Eventhough the bald guy and his moll don't seem to pay any attention to you, Elizabeth suddenly feels interest towards their whispered conversation as she overhears few words. It is not the words themself that takes her ears though, they are standard seduction-lines: "You'll be forever mine... I'll show you a world of wonders... etc, etc." but the language in which they are spoken. He uses the same language that Elizabeth spoke with his father few nights before. Ancient Egyptian, a language which, as far as she knew, was only known to the ancient divine family-lines like her mother's. And this man spoke it with the proficiency of someone born to speak it, just like Elizabeth herself.
At the counter the reporter looks Eddie for a while with a puzzled look and then comes over to him. "Eddie Wallace right? I'd recognise you anywhere. You almost got Pulitzer for that story about the, the, what was it, something about the military financing a dig in Giza. Anyways, you were the reason I wanted to become a reporter. Oh, yeah, I'm Jimmy Smith, I don't suppose you've heard of me yet. Gotten only couple of stories published yet..." He goes on for a while, telling how much he admires you etc.
[sblock=OOC]Okay, here's a quick map of the bar so you can get a more clear picture of where everyone are.
1. The table where Lotka, Liz and John plays poker.
2. The bald man and his red-haired doll.
3. The lady in red.
4. The young couple.
5. The big brooding man.
6. The man who pretends to be drinking but actually surveys the bar.
7. The reporter.
8. The bartender.
9. Eddie.
10. The italian fellow.[/sblock]
John keeps playing.
"Digging diamonds is dirty buisiness, that's true. Bugger, what was the name of that nutter again. Was convinced there was a huge diamondmine out there. Somewhere. Allways on the verge of finding it."
He chuckles.
"Oh. All in." And puts all his money in the middle of the table
"Digging diamonds is dirty buisiness, that's true. Bugger, what was the name of that nutter again. Was convinced there was a huge diamondmine out there. Somewhere. Allways on the verge of finding it."
He chuckles.
"Oh. All in." And puts all his money in the middle of the table
"Too rich for me," she says, folding. "Oh, please, don't get started in on Quartermaine. That's an old story pally," she says, getting up with her money. "I think I'll pass this hand fellas, I'm feelin parched." she walks casually over to the bar and orders something mildly alchoholic.
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