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

Entry tags:

!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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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)

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