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robin puts up his fists fite meh!//
robin puts up his fists fite meh!//
no ones replying to meh im sooo lonley…//
aww sorry!!//
i kinda wanna rp//
so far theres been no rp activity on any of my rps today//
oof… is anyone else on? I guess just the two of us can start if not//
how to start that is the question//
-_- … i actually haven't given that much thought…//
hmmmm.. im not good with starting…//
gimme a sec, my starters can be pretty long, and I have to write it really quick//
nderstandable//
heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy can Lillian be in here too? //
yeah i think were starting in the bases, but i dunnno//
hmmm//
okay, it's not actually that long//
Serafina walked down an alley in the heart of her territory, remembering the last time she had been there.
It had been two years ago, before she became a part of… the family business. Now, she was making her way to one of the clubs she technically owned, though it was in her grandmother's name. Pulling up her scarf, she emerged from the alley and walked the last block to the club, WONDERLAND. Before stepping through the doors of the club, she pretends to smooth her dress, when she's really looking around.
Come and get me… I know you're there…
Robin was about to make a deal at a fancy shmancy club, but it was not in the Ace's territory it was in the Spades. he curled his lip in disgust Im taking a risk here, if they weren't such an important person i wouldn't do this he thinks as he starts to take his leave before stopping and calling out "Lillian you want to come with me to close a deal hun?"
Lillian cracked her gum, yellow jacket bright in the neon lights. "Yeah, sure, what is it?"
"we have to go talk business with Mr.Conser at a club in Spades territory" he cracks his neck when he says business "once were done with talking, im going to need you to dispose of him" he informs her "and dont overeact this time" he chides
Lillian's face scrunches up. "I don't overreact. Let's go." She steps closer to Robin and fishes a small plastic bottle, about the size of an eye dropper, out of his pocket and into hers. Her minty breath (probably permanent now since she chews spearmint gum so much) wafts around him.
Sera strides into the club, her heeled combat boots clacking on the floor. She makes her way to a booth in the back, one purposely enclosed in shadow with the best view of the club.
I know you're coming
Lillian enters the club at the heels of Robin, glancing around, reading the people. She's good at it - attending so many schools has taught her as much with a wide array of people to learn from. The person over there is regretting something terribly. That one's 'in the zone', as Robin likes to say about some people in the club.
oops i took to long to respond… let me fix it//
Sera waves off a waiter that offers her a drink. She's not here to have fun… probably. Business could be fun, for her anyway. Two people who just entered the club caught her attention.
Ah… so it begins
Robin catches up with Lillian "what do you notice about the people in this place?" he asks, looking around the place for the client
"Well, that one's awaiting us," She points at the girl sitting on a stool at the far end of the club. "Is that who we're looking for?"
"no." he frowns and narrows his eyes "let me check it out" he mutters to her as he puts on what he calls his 'business face'
Sera tilts her head when the girl points at her. Wow, no points for subtlety. This should be easy. She leaned back and smiled lazily as the man approaches her.
he starts to approach her "you look almost exactly like your grandmother" he says a smirk on his face
Lillian stays back, blowing a bubble and glaring at anyone who looks at her funny. Scanning the crowd, she sees that most of them are 'in the zone', while there are a couple who haven't had many drinks yet and are looking rather nervous. She doesn't see anyone who looks like Mr. Consor - but the big bar is on the other side of the club, and he's probably there. She glances back over to Robin.
"I'd like to think that's where I get my stunningly good looks," Krystal replies with a light smirk.
They start to discuss. Lillian edges closer, attempting to hear what they're talking about. The girl is smirking - not good.
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