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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-10 02:45:00

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!complete, day 18, location: clock tower, merope gaunt, remy lebeau, sarah jane smith

Management Thread: 1:00PM, Clock Tower
Who: The Management and OTA
What: Survey collection and funtimes
Where: Clock Tower
When: 1:00 PM
Rating: Well, that would depend on who shows up
Status: CLOSED. Catch the next one, kiddies!

It was probably a safety hazard being anywhere near the Clock Tower, as it could very well qualify for ruins. The tower was anything but sturdy, and the place breathed and existed shakily. Dust and particles of debris floated and drifted in the air, landing on the shoulders of the man currently representing the appreciated and endearing Management.

Oh yes. The Management can simply taste the sarcasm. Mingling sweetly with his daily yogurt filled with all those nice vitamins and proteins and what-have-you. There is an impish smile on the face of the Management as he takes a second to flick the dirt off his shoulders.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 01:34 pm UTC (link)

"Nice day, non?" Came the equally impish voice of the Cajun, who was strolling up from a direction not his barn. Imagine that. But he was headed there right after this, Management. You might want to watch. He lifted his journal, pulling it from the pocket of his duplicate trench coat, and waggled it some in the air, before flashing a brilliant smile at the man in the suit and handing it towards him. "You shou' try blue." He commented coolly and with a lift of his eyebrows. "Blue seems to be uh tren', everyone gonna be wearin' i' soon, an' you gonna wanna be 'dere for 'de blue sui' revolu'ion." Why in the world was the Cajun so happy? The new arrival had asked that today. Lord knew, he had no reason to be. Well, aside from the fact that this was all somehow amusing for him. Sick man, this mutant. But right now, he wasn't so amused, he was angry. And surprisingly? He wasn't angry at the Management. He was, however, looking back above him. It wasn't raining here.

Huh.

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teh_management
2009-08-10 02:23 pm UTC (link)

"Oh bien sûr, beautiful day," he agreed easily and almost amiably, smiling as he swirled his spoon in his yogurt, and reached for the journal. Management easily found the survey and ripped it out carefully, holding his yogurt through his teeth. He folded it and placed it in the inner pocket of his suit jacket and handed Remy his journal back with a smile the mirror-image of Remy's. Maybe except for the lift in the corner of Management's lips that hinted at something cunning and unpleasant.

Management listened to the chatter of one of his many guests with what could easily be mistaken as attentiveness. Not that it wasn't, in some partial truth, attentiveness. Because it was. Except it wasn't a good-natured kind of notion, instead it was almost like Management was sizing him up, mentally taking notes with his eyes obnoxiously shaded by those sunglasses. Management once again pulled a million-dollar smile out of their arsenal before they got too obvious in their scrutiny, and took Remy's good humor in stride.

"I guess you're right, but brown suits me fine," he took a spoonful of yogurt and slipped it into his mouth before speaking again, "It's less threatening, too, don't you agree? I really gave an effort to dress accordingly this morning. Must have gone through all of my suits at least twice." His smile was disarming and look at him, Management is really pulling all their stops with this silly Customer Service nonsense, aren't they? Even going so far as to be friendly. Oh. Did they already mention how much fun they had putting Logan in your bed, sweetie?

Oh you're right, it isn't raining here is it? Why, how intuitive of you to notice, Remy. Management has a good feeling about you.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 02:34 pm UTC (link)

"Oui. 'De brown ain' bad." He agreed, taking back the book with a gloved hand and that same brilliant smile. "Merci beaucoup." The Cajun thanked him simply, tucking it back into his deep pocket and moving a step back away from the man in the suit, studying him.. but then he swayed forward again in that graceful way he had, and his hand was coming out, reaching right forward for those sunglasses. But not for the reason most people would. He wasn't reaching for them to tug them off his face and reveal who he was, or anything silly like that.

No. He was reaching forward for them so that he could take them and put them on his own face. Remy had a way of doing that, taking things that weren't his and keeping them for his own. It's called stealing, really, since he never intended on giving much of it back.

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teh_management
2009-08-10 02:48 pm UTC (link)

Oh dear, manners. "Oh de rien, de rien," and he waves a hand as if to brush off the thanks. He's only doing his job as you're only doing yours, Remy. Surviving, admittedly, does seem a lot harder than collecting surveys. Regardless, jobs are jobs, and no thanks are needed.

Though, he does wish to commend you on surviving this long considering all those unfortunate souls that didn't, and Management has had to take care of. Some are left hanging around, others find themselves dead and all corpse-like in other peoples' beds.

Oh how life does give you a sharp kick in the ass.

"Oh now now, monsieur Remy," he's still smiling but it's undeniably different now. Perhaps, some would be willing to say, more strained as though it's taking him a lot of effort to maintain such nonchalance. He steps back and takes another spoonful of yogurt. "You have quite the sticky fingers, je comprends. Ce n'est pas une bonne chose." He'd be wagging his finger at you, monsieur Remy, and is almost tempted to...and then does.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 02:58 pm UTC (link)

Oooh. Look at that. Careful, Management, you were tugging a piece of string in front of a playful kitty, and he was stepping forward in the same instant that the other man was stepping back, a curling smile finding its way onto his mouth. Never run away from the Cajun, he'd just chase you down. The Doctor knew all about that. "Ain' gonna take 'dem f' my own. Jus' wanna try 'dem on." He declared in a purring tone, stepping forward to be close enough that their bodies were only a few inches apart, right up onto the other man's personal space. He was so good-- or, rather, bad about that. One day, it was really going to get him hurt.

"You so pretty." He declared with a smile, eyebrows lifting up. "C'mon, jus' lemme try 'dem on." Was he purposely picking a fight? Maybe. Maybe not. What he was purposely doing was getting himself better acquainted with the people in charge-- or at least the people who represented the people in charge.

"An' wan'e' t' t'ank y' for my presen'." He meant Logan, of course. But the mention of it made his smile curl in a decidedly different manner.

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teh_management
2009-08-10 05:14 pm UTC (link)

He kept his yogurt in a firm grip, his posture was anything but indolent with his back straight and rigid. Despite his frigidity in body language, he still maintained that smile, now relaxing into the situation, a very casual lift of his lips. It seemed to betray his inner thoughts because he looked very pleased despite his stance seeming to be on guard. As good Management, he knew his place, and he knew his responsibilities and duties and boundaries and he would abide by everything.

"Excuse me if I don't believe that, monsieur," he said smoothly.

And tampering with the environment was a definite no-no. His eyes crinkled behind his glasses as he slurped up the rest of the yogurt, put the spoon away (after licking it clean) into his suit pocket and crumbling up the container as it joined the spoon. It would be rude to leave a mess behind, seeing as how the clock tower had a very charming antique feel to it. The space, or lack thereof, between them didn't phase the Management further, considering you're not much of a threat, Remy, there's no reason to worry, oui?

"Pretty? I've been called a lot of things, but never pretty. I should think you're trying to get on my good graces, monsieur Remy," he returned with a jest in his brazen tone.

The smile turned very still.

It widened into a sick grin, showing teeth, "Oh, well, you are very welcome." His voice was low and dragged every word out patiently.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 05:42 pm UTC (link)

"Non," He assured with that same charming, easy smile. "You real pretty." The insistence came along just as easily as the smile did. The Cajun was stepping closer, moving forward, so that his wet body ultimately ended up pressing against that fine dry suit of the management, and he was purring out his next words oh-so-close. "Maybe nex', you gimme L? Bu' jus' 'de hea'. Don' wan' his body." No, L's head in a jar would be just fine with the spiteful Cajun.

He pressed his body closer, molding it forward, if he was allowed. "C'mon. Lemme see 'de glasses. Or lemme have y' coa'." The suit jacket, of course. He had a thing for jackets, and he loved collecting bits and pieces of people. "Or maybe uh kiss?" Now he was just teasing, Management. Just trying to get that reaction he craved.

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teh_management
2009-08-13 12:27 am UTC (link)

His smile remained still, a foreboding thing, pressing his lips tightly in a semblance of a strained person. Pretty. Odd thing to be called pretty, he mused, but he knew Remy to an extent and perhaps it wasn't quite so odd then. "Oh," he chuckled for a second, thinking of L and Remy's... relationship, "I can't do that, Monsieur LeBeau. It's far too interesting to watch." His smile became more playful and perhaps a bit mocking as though he was trying to intentionally push the Cajun's buttons.

"Well I'd love to, but it seems I have other guests to attend to. Excusez-moi, monsieur," he said, smoothly and once again at ease as he moved back and around the Cajun to the new arrivals. There was imprint of Remy's wet suit on his person. "Until next time," there was a sly grin on Management's face. Oh but how Management loved to tease right back. If nothing else, meet your match for today, Monsieur LeBeau.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-13 12:36 am UTC (link)

Oh, poor Management, you wouldn't get very far, because the Cajun had smoothed his hands up and curled them around the lapels of the darker man's jacket, holding him firm as he leaned in closer, lips nearly touching this time. "You bein' so abrup', ain' nice." Quietly chided, as his fingers curled tighter and that suit coat began to take on a soft pink glow, radiating out from where the red-head's hands were gripping. The pink would spread all the way out over the coat, down the sleeves, and Remy leaned back a little. "I kin'a like' Logan." Even as he said that, he was leaning back enough to stretch his arms out fully, though his hands stayed attached.

He brought one knee up near his chest and lashed out with a wet boot, kicking hard against the suited man's upper abdomen, releasing his suit coat from his hands as he did, leaving the thing to (presumably) explode just a few seconds later. That explained why he backed off so quickly and snagged up Sarah Jane's bicep to haul her away and sort of jerk her into a position behind him-- Merope ended up behind them both. He was ready for an explosion.

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teh_management
2009-08-13 12:50 am UTC (link)

Oh dear. Attacking Management already, monsieur? Oh surely if you had given him a chance, Management might have had some interesting things to say. Too bad, because some of those things were very interesting. Like, perhaps, some information slipped out about a certain doctor?

Oh well, you'll never know now, will you? What a shame. It might have proven useful to you in the future.

But it seems that all good things must come to an end. "That's a shame," Management voiced out this time, with a gruff voice although his stance was still harmless. The kick was expected when he felt Remy move away and acted accordingly but too slowly to do much about it. The kick connected and Management rolled on the ground, twisting so he was kneeling and facing the trio in front of him. How disappointing. His lips bent to an unpleasant frown.

The pink glow seemed to follow the length of his arms and radiated in his fingers before it seemed to fizz completely. Oh the look on Management's face. Definitely not pleased. His head bent to look at his feet and as he stood up and dusted himself off, his feet seemed to be disintegrating before their very eyes. Tiny particles disappearing into the open air.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-13 12:58 am UTC (link)

Remy's eyebrows shot up when the pink color seemed to fade away and he quickly moved a step forward, like a little kid eager to see what was going to happen next. "Wha--" But then the suited man was beginning to disappear-- dissipate and disappear. "Wha' 'de hell?" Oh, he was coming forward now, closing the distance between the two of them, but it wasn't in an aggressive manner, he just wanted to see what in the world was going on. So he stopped a few feet away and just watched, any anger that had once been there now wiped away completely by curiosity.

What was that? A teleport? But he wouldn't ask-- didn't ask. He knew he wouldn't get an answer anyway, not after attacking the man like that. Well, shit. Stupid move, Remy. "Where you goin'?" He demanded suddenly. "Fun jus' star'in', homme. Can' run 'way ye'."

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teh_management
2009-08-13 01:23 am UTC (link)

The man's pose was rigid again, and he placed his hands on his hips in an agitated fashion as he continued disintegrating, the defense mechanism for this particular member of Management. They were promised that no harm would come to them, and should any present themselves, they'd be transported out of there immediately. While this wasn't immediate, it wasn't of any consequence to Management. He still wore that irritated look as his lower body was completely gone.

If the frown on his features didn't broadcast displeasure, then nothing would. "I'm afraid my time here has been cut short," his voice was rough as he kept his eyes forward.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-13 01:30 am UTC (link)

"Aw, c'mon." It was almost a tease. "You looke' so good on y' back." Well, he hadn't really been on his back except for that brief second he'd rolled, but Remy could still taunt him about it.

"I see you la'er." He promised with a lift of his eyebrows. Because yes, he knew you'd be here later. That schedule had been posted up and he'd head back, looking for you-- or for your friend. Which ever one he managed to find first. "We talk, non? Have lunch. Coffee. Twinkies." His eyebrows went up. "Tell mom an' da' t' le' you play longer nex' time."

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	teh_management 2009-08-13 01:34 am UTC (link)
	He bowed his head and look at that, Management almost had a smile in place! Well, he does find you quite amusing, monsieur, take that for what you will. "Until next time, monsieur," he returned, back to a more unflinching air and nodded to the ladies behind him. Oh well, they'd have to catch the next one. (Reply to this) (Parent)

got2haveasmith
2009-08-12 03:24 pm UTC (link)

After missing out on the morning's drop-offs, Sarah was determined not to miss the first of the afternoon. The sooner she gave the survey to "Management", the sooner she would see one of her captors face-to-face, and perhaps get an idea of what was going on in this terrible place. She strode up to the clock tower, journal clutched tightly in her hands, a determined look on her face. That day away really had done miracles. She just resented that she was still stuck here, and that not everyone had been given the same opportunity. And part of her worried that there had been something more to the events of the previous day than it appeared so far.

When she arrived at the clock tower, she slowed her pace, noting that she wasn't the first to arrive. She recognized Remy from the day before - how could she forget that marvelous breakfast? The other was, presumably, a representative of their captors. She coughed politely to announce her presence, wondering what on earth Remy thought he was doing.

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heartache
2009-08-12 08:00 pm UTC (link)

As Merope lived near the Clock Tower, she would just wait for the person to arrive there. Then she could go looking for Walter, it was such an odd name to hear in her head. Taking the paper out of the journal, she went down to the front and saw Sarah Jane and the person who spoke funny.

While someone else was standing there, she didn't make herself known and instead waited to be noticed.

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