| A human interest story |
[May. 15th, 2012|01:49 am] |
Having been pointed this direction by one of the Eds, Jade and Double H make their way to the Sin, which is still quiet in restaurant hours.
"Doesn't seem very lively, does it?" Jade commented.
"It's still early in the day," Double H reminded her. "I'm sure as the evening comes, it will pick up. This is perfect for a chance to interview this Mister Greed. He'll be busier as more customers come in. We can get our pictures then."
"Come on, let's see if we can find this Greed."
They were stopped at the door, forced to turn over their weapons. Both looked at each other worriedly about that, but Jade could easily substitute any staff and while he wouldn't have his hammer, Double H was not without his energy shield his armor generated, so he was not helpless. If nothing else, they could play sword and shield. They were coordinated enough for it.
They looked around for the nearest employee. "Excuse me," Jade asked at the bar. "Where can I find the owner?" |
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| Looking For Work. |
[Apr. 12th, 2012|04:28 pm] |
A day or two after he was pointed at the Sin as a possible place to work, Al went to find out if Greed was hiring.
After finding someone to tell them he was looking for work, he was told to wait while they checked with Greed. When they returned, he was told to go to the office so he made his way there.
After knocking to give Greed warning that he was there, he opened the door. "Hi. I was told by Elsa that you might have work for me." |
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| A probably not so quiet dinner at the Sin |
[Jan. 5th, 2012|11:44 pm] |
Edward led his small family- Al, Russell, Fletcher and Winry -to the Sin, or rather, he PINed in and walked into the building with them in tow. He hopes to avoid his alternate, the waiter/bartender, because that might become awkward if the poor bloke recognizes his voice.
But he does wanna see Greed, to see Greed's reaction to certain news.
"Pick a seat, guys," he says to his family. |
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| Out and about (closed) |
[Dec. 16th, 2011|12:21 am] |
After arguing with her in-laws that she was feeling much better from the earlier blood donation, and pointing out she could use a PINpoint to travel to the Sin, and get something to eat there while she was at it, Riza was allowed to go.
So, a pack of cigarettes from Greed, and a small amount of Roy's preferred brand of whiskey made up her shopping list as she walked inside and over to the bar, sitting down. |
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| Magical fun times with Envy's head- again. |
[Aug. 7th, 2011|06:15 pm] |
Envy has been back to Dublith, hiding out in Dante's old house until he could clear his head about the landlord. Somebody has been through the house, but he doesn't care. He goes to his room- an enclave in the basement accessed by a latch in the floor. He goes inside, lights the lantern and flops down on the bunch of pillows and sheets he used to use for a bed.
Dumb ass Gate, he thinks. Why'd they have to say that? If he decided to give in to instinct and still hate Ed, he'd be falling too far again, and nothing would ever turn out right. If he bit his tounge and decided to tolerate Ed and Al- his half-brothers, and they would probably have his brains for soup as soon as they found out- he'd have to stuff his jealousy, and that was hard. But he thinks it through and decides he has too much to lose to die or give up now, so he goes back to the Nexus a little calmer and more determined to at least not screw up what he's been working to get.
On that note, he stops by the Sin and sits down at the bar, gesturing for the bartender. He wishes to talk to Greed again, so he calmly asks for Greed as he sips a Kahlua Mocha. He wants to discuss somehow getting his hands on a Stone for the Gate's toll, and Greed might know where to find one. Greed had connections, because he was Greed, and well versed in the seedy side of the world. |
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| Getting back to normal |
[Jul. 29th, 2011|12:13 am] |
The Sin was back in full swing again, and Greed was in a good mood. He'd more than made up for the mandatory downtime when he closed the bar to prevent it from being an attack site for a now-departed Envy. And that was with Delilah, his live entertainment, being on medical leave for the last week.
And he had a full staff, which now included Elrics. On the bright side, they were alchemists, so they could easily repair any property damage their presence might cause, and Al was proving himself in the kitchen, helping Odd, which made his head cook a happy man, and a happy cook made good food.
In a booth not far from the stage sat Hohenheim, Wrath, Envy, and Delilah. Envy, for some reason, had reverted back to his appearance as Elsa, even though they all knew by now who Elsa really was. Not that Greed found reason to complain; sure, he lost his fuckbuddy, but hey, the mental images of Elsa and Delilah were pretty enough to make up for it.
So he sat at the bar, watching the occasional music videos on the big screen TVs, and chatting it up with the staff and customers as the night went on. |
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| Unwinding |
[Jul. 27th, 2011|02:29 am] |
After making a lasting impression at the Apartments, Shou decides it's time to find out what else there is to do around. Wandering around for awhile, she comes across an establishment that catches her eye. 'Best Deadly Sin' sounds like something that's just her speed.
Wandering in, she looks around, taking in everything she sees. What troublesome activities will she find herself doing now? |
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[Jul. 16th, 2011|12:35 am] |
The next day after their return from Silent Hill, Delilah walked into the Best Deadly Sin with Envy, Hohenheim, and Leah.
Envy, however, was not looking like Envy at the moment, wearing his original face.
With an orthopedic boot on, and leaning on a cane, Delilah looked rather worse for the wear, still too pale with dark smudges around her eyes from the lack of sleep. The short nap she'd had took the worst of the edge off, but not enough.
"Hi, Dorchette," she greeted the chimera as they walked in, and ignored the boggled expression that came over his face when he registered who all was with her. She led them to an empty table not far from the stage, even though it was currently unused, with the music provided through the speakers and a radio system. |
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| New employee |
[Jul. 15th, 2011|01:12 am] |
While Roy got Ed settled in with bartending and waiting on the tables, Greed took Al back into the kitchen to introduce him to his new supervisor.
"Yo, Odd. You think you could use an extra pair of hands back here that are, yanno, corporeal?" |
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| Later on... |
[Jul. 12th, 2011|06:07 pm] |
An Ed walks into the Best Deadly Sin. He looks like an alternate, to be honest. He has on a black coat and combat boots.
'Ed' sits down at an empty table. He looks out the window, folding his hands underneath his chin, looking pensive. Lost in his own thoughts. He watches outside the window, a small crease in his brow. |
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| Early bird hours |
[Jun. 9th, 2011|01:31 am] |
The Sin hadn't been open long, just a little over an hour, and the bar was mostly empty. That was normal; it usually picked up closer to dinnertime, and kept snowballing until the nightclub was in full swing until last call.
Greed was behind the bar, tending to the random drink order here and there before Roy took over for the rest of the evening. He could hear sounds of pans clattering in the kitchen as Odd clocked in and started gathering up his supplies to prepare the night's menu. |
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| Roy Meets Roy |
[May. 23rd, 2011|11:31 pm] |
Delilah arrived for work, with Leah in tow as usual, but this time, she brought along a newcomer.
"Roy?" she asked as she approached the bar, beckoning for the alternate to follow. "Do you know of any Edwards who might have passed through or arrived recently, looking to be in his late teens or early twenties?" |
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[Aug. 21st, 2010|11:01 pm] |
Today in the Best Deadly Sin, a thing that no one wants there: A very clearly under-aged fallen angel with a heart full of love, sparkles, dinosaurs, and elaborate sentai fantasy sequences.
"An angel walks into a bar!" she narrates loudly. "And she asks the bartender, 'Which sin is the best?'" |
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| Out to lunch |
[Aug. 17th, 2010|05:41 pm] |
Or dinner, whichever.
Following the directions Riza had written out for them, Van led Celena to the establishment. It was a largish building, and window placement suggested that it was at least two stories tall. He opened the door for her, and inside were polished wooden floors and a variety of tables, from round to rectangular to booths, and comfortable-looking chairs.
It was well-lit for the restaurant hours, and the bar was along one wall, light refracting through the various bottles lining shelves in front of the mirrors.
"It doesn't look too bad," he commented quietly to Celena as they walked inside. |
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| The horror that swept through the Sin |
[Aug. 10th, 2010|12:55 am] |
There's a young redhead at one of the larger tables in the Sin's restaurant section. The table is overloaded with dishes of all sorts and the young woman- too flat for Greed's tastes, more than likely -is attacking the food with a terrifying frenzy.
Lina figures with food like this, Gourry's bound to show up sooner or later! |
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| An interesting in the chinese curse sort of way day |
[Jun. 20th, 2010|11:56 pm] |
Greed was never entirely happy about the fact that his employees needed and deserved and got days off. Especially when some of them coincided, and it meant he had to actually work.
In this case, he was behind the bar, showing off with his usual flair because if he had to be stuck working on Mustang's day off, damn right he was going to wow as many as he could.
And just working wasn't quite the type of wow he was going for, shut up Martel.
The phone rang and he slapped the end of it to make it flip up in the air, and with a deft twist of his wrist, caught it. "The Best Deadly Sin, where we serve 'em up on a silver platter. What's your interest?" |
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| Limping forward |
[Apr. 9th, 2010|10:18 pm] |
The Best Deadly Sin was open, but it was still early afternoon. Roy was not at work yet, and she wasn't entirely certain the owner would be there either. It was mostly empty, with a few diners having a late lunch, and maybe one or two dedicated barflies getting an early start. The smaller of the two male bouncers, whose name she had yet to catch, was sitting by the door, his chair tipped back to the rear two legs with one of his feet up on the wall for balance.
"Hello," she said as she pushed her hood back, letting it fall to her shoulders. "Could you tell me if the owner is here and available?"
He looked her over before moving his foot, letting his chair rock forward to all four legs, and stood. "I wouldn't use the word available around the boss, because he's always available for pretty people." The man grinned. "But yes, he's here. You're Delilah, right?"
"That's correct."
"All right." He led her toward the back of the establishment to a door. "Wait here," he said, and rapped his knuckles twice on the door, then opened it, sticking his head inside. "Yo, boss. Delilah's here to see you."
She heard a voice inside but could not make out what was said, and then the bouncer waved her past. "Go on in." |
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[Aug. 7th, 2009|12:12 am] |
One Erzebet, coming in. She looks fascinated and excited. The name! Oh, this might be quite interesting! Absently, she rubs her fingers, smearing the blood around. "Oh my, oh my..." It looked so upscale! Someone must have taste. And weren't there sayings of those criminal with money? Oh, who would have such a place? Her imagination started to run over as she looked about. "How tasteful!" |
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