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Post by talon on Feb 21, 2011 2:48:59 GMT -5
 A grubby little stub of a pencil was stuck behind Talon’s ear as he walked into the Silver Bullet like a man on a mission. Rolled up diagrams were tucked under his arm as he pushed the door open and slipped in. The sweet smell of alcohol and appetizers met his nose as he walked through. He had been to the bar and grill a few times, on account that so many hunters and family friends of the James’s showed up there. But it was quite awhile before even he knew what went on for those ‘in the know’. Fortunately, it was impossible to be submerged in the tight knit circle and stay oblivious for long. The Jordan family was whom you went to for weapons around here, and this was exactly where he would be directed to go if he had asked. Of course, he was not sure how it might be received if many knew his plans, so Talon had taken his own initiative coming in today to find Curse.
Though he pulled the age more often than he should admit because several people would be on his ass now in a moment, Talon did not approach the bar intent to order a drink and show off just what a good fake ID he had. Not that it really mattered in this world. Most of the faces in here, though they were few this early in the day, knew what a tough lifestyle this was on anyone, regardless of age… and it was not as though Talon ever expected to live that long anyway. He was thoroughly convinced that his recklessness was going to get him killed before he was thirty, so why not take the bull by the horns and live life as he saw fit while he was able to?
Nodding to the bartender, whose name he could not remember, only that he was not part of the Jordan family,[white] “Lookin’ for Curse. ‘Bout… ya know.”[/white] Glancing sideways at a tourist family that had managed to find themselves at a table, he looked back with expectantly raised brows, which lowered with a frown when he was informed that Tessa was down below and that Curse was out. [white] “Oh… okay, sure.”[/white] At the very least, she could tell him when her dad was going to be in again so it was not an entirely wasted trip. And after the shit she had been through recently, he wouldn’t mind sort of seeing how she was doing. Even if it was not in his plan to bring it up.
Heading down the stairs, Talon glanced around the shop and called out, slightly distracted as he took it in,[white] “Tess?”[/white]
[so I had no idea how you guys had all this stuff planned out and whatnot, so I just cut it off so you could describe it and I could follow suit. If there’s anything wrong let me know and I’ll adjust it.] |
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Post by tessa on Apr 1, 2011 4:13:44 GMT -5
 Tessa was down in the basement shop that her father had long ago set up. It was there that Curse had started the business of repairing and customizing various weapons for special customers. Most of them other hunters or on occasion one of his old buddies from the Navy Seals. And while both of her brothers; her twin Jake and her younger brother Ash, were both as well versed in the weapons business as she was, it seemed that both of them were busy with their own lives. This left Tessa to be the one who ended up taking over the shop. Their baby sister Tellie didn't really have much interest in the weapons business. So, Tessa... Like her father before her found solace in the work she did down in the workshop her father had built. It may have seemed funny to some of the outside world, people that thought weapons were just bad things for bad people, but Tessa had nothing but fond memories of puttering around the shop while daddy worked. Learning the business of weapons from the best in the business. She was so very much her father's daughter in this respect.
Quietly she worked. A disassembled rifle strewn out before her on the work bench. To the untrained eye it may have seemed like a chaotic mess. Not to Tessa though. She knew precisely where every piece was placed, what is was for and how it fit back together. She could disassemble and reassemble pretty much any weapon as fast as any Marine and she wasn't afraid to let someone know it if challenged. Damn proud of it too. As she tinkered she would sing to herself, something she got from her mother. Every once in awhile she glanced up at the security cameras that were mounted on the wall. The shop may have originally been built years ago by her dad, but they had kept up with the times. Everything was state of the art inside that room. Including the security system. There were various cameras placed throughout the bar area, the stairwell and even outside the building. All activity could be monitored from the workshop. The door to the actual shop had a new retinal scanner that was programmed for the select few that were allowed unrestricted access to the shop and if your last name wasn't Jordan, you weren't on the list. Anyone else had to be escorted by someone with access if they wanted to come inside.
On one of the occasions she lifted her head up and peered at the monitors she paused. Stretching her neck to work out the kinks she saw a sandy haired young man coming down the stairs from the bar. She watched his progress as he made his way down. Picking up a remote control she unmuted the sound so the microphones in the stairway and the hall would turn on and pick up any noises. If this guy was coming this far downstairs he was either sent down there for business or he was seriously lost. When she heard the man call out her name she raised up her eyebrows in curiosity. Ok, one question answered. He was directed down there by George upstairs and he was looking for her.
With a sigh, Tessa pushed back from the work bench and stood up. She was dressed very casually in black jeans, an old, very worn rock band t-shirt and black leather combat type boots. Her hooded sweatshirt lay draped over the back of her chair. She made her way quickly over to the door, opening it and stepping outside the room and closing the door again behind her. Even though this guy was apparently directed down here to look for her, she still had no idea what he wanted. She wasn't about to let him see what was in the shop.
Walking down the little hallway away from the workshop, Tessa headed to the stairs and met the visitor at the bottom landing. Folding her arms across her chest she kept her face neutral as she assessed the man. He had something rolled up, tucked under his arm. It looked like plans of some sort. Either that or he was bringing her a poster or some artwork and that seemed just too weird. After a moment she nodded her head slightly before she spoke.
"Yeah, I'm Tess. What can I do for you?"
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Post by talon on Apr 13, 2011 19:27:06 GMT -5
Security down in these parts of the covert bar were insane. Talon had never seen anything quite like it, but it definitely gave him confidence that he had come to the right place. Whatever had to be behind that entrance either had to be highly dangerous or wicked cool. Or both. He was counting on both. He just hoped that the underground infamy of customized Jordan weapons would extend beyond ammo. After all, for the most part it was not the type of weapon that really needed to be customized, as the unusual requirements of materials used to arm them. Considering how many hunters managed to deal with that on their own, he had high hopes that he would find innovation within, rather than just a clusterfuck of gear he might as well order online.
Distracted with the issue at hand, Talon was not quick to answer. He was expecting Tessa’s form, size, look, all that, but something struck him as off. Peering lightly at her for a moment with a frown, it took him a moment to figure out what it was exactly. It wasn’t really her demeanor… realizing that it was the unfamiliarity in her tone, Talon’s eyebrows shot up. [white] “S’me, Talon. Talon Warrick.”[/white] It was not answering her question, but it was something that obviously was going to have to be covered soon anyway. He did not blame her for not recognizing him. It was not as though they hung out or anything, and really only knew each other through acquaintances at that, but he should think that the people through which they did have ties might reward him a little less caution and reserve than she seemed to have.
Assuming that she would show some measure of recognition now, he dislodged the rolled up blueprint from his armpit. [white] “Actually came lookin’ for your dad… one of your brothers… I guess ya work too.”[/white] He frowned, but not because he was really displeased with who was available. He actually didn’t mean to have sounded so sexist, but it was his experience until he met so many strong-willed females as of late that generally girls just did not go together with cars and guns. Granted, if he knew more about her than he did, he would be all over having her be the one to help him out. He had felt concern for her in the past, and was the only Jordan he had done so for, so naturally out of the family she was the one he would feel the most comfortable with. Not that he necessarily needed to feel comfortable right now, he was down here for business, but it was an added bonus. [white] “Lookin’ ta install some stuff on my car… sorta more difficult than stappin’ a machine gun ta the roof rack sorta thing, though... should I maybe come back?”[/white] He tested. There was really no sense going into excruciating detail if she was just going to tell him to wait for one of the others.
But just before he could wait for her answer, his cell phone buzzed and Talon jostled his rolled up plans and diagrams to fetch it out of his pocket. [white]"Shit, I haveta go. Kinda important. Fuckin' trainin'."[/white] Shoving the call back in his pocket, Talon glanced up quickly and gave her an apologetic smile. [white] "I'll come back 'round. Here... ya mind lookin't these? Or givin' them ta whoever can help me? Maybe I'll swing by your place."[/white] It was not as though it was out of his way, considering they lived right behind the James Estate.
Thrusting the plans into her arms, Talon high-tailed it back up the stairs, taking them two at a time. It was not that the teenager was trying to indulge impatience from his mentor, but he was significantly more enthusiastic about being trained by a legend than he would ever let on in front of him.
[sorry love, this thread is just so far back in Talon's shifts that I just adjusted it for an ending. I figured we could suggest that she was the one to set him up. And when you're on more we can start something new with his current mindset and all. I'm just trying to wrap up old stuff so I'm not jumping back and forth and trying to remember what was going on in his mind at the time.  And... LICK] |
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