Logs:Despite All My Rage

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Despite All My Rage


Characters: Seraphine, Ramsey, Johnny, and Duane Craven aka Mr. Fence
Date: 2020-01-09
Summary: Seraphine, Ramsey and Johnny confront "Mr. Fence" about recent activities at the "abandoned" community center
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Soundtrack: Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M.

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All the valuable items in the place are under glass or locked up inside cases along the walls, preventing anyone from running away with the profits. Duane Craven -- aka 'Mr. Fence' -- is hard at work counting down the money in the cash box, his back to the entrance to the shop. He's behind the main counter, which has a single flip-up section that'll allow him to get to the sales floor. It's down at the moment, a small stack of consigned junk on top of it.

Well-placed mirrors allow one to see the blind spots of the place; there's a couple of security cameras positioned to show footage of the counter, the entrance, and the area around a locked case full of guns. There's one of those ding-dong chimes that goes off whenever the door opens. If they have been watching ahead of time, they'd know all those things. The last customer exits at 5:53 p.m. and heads to the parking lot, putting away a few bucks.

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Ramsey cracks his neck side to side and tosses a bottle into a conveniently placed public trash can before he settles his hat on comfortably, a bit low, and he chomps on a toothpick in the corner of his mouth. Looking up the sidewalk at the shop, he asks "There'll be camera roll. You good with that or want to do something about it?"

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Johnny is here as well. His gun is holstered inside his jacket, legitimately holstered instead of tucked into his jeans. It's even got a safety snap on it, so that if someone does see it they'll see he's not got it ready for the quick draw. The man shrugs towards Ramsey and Seraphine, shoulders rising idly. "Cameras won't matter so much. We're not here to fight, after all. This is information gathering."

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<spend> Seraphine spends 1 (-1 points) of their Glamour pool, for hiding mien.

<spend> Seraphine spends 1 (-1 points) of their Glamour pool, for Hostile Takeover.

<spend> Seraphine spends 1 (-1 points) of their Glamour pool, for Hostile Takeover.

<OOC> Seraphine says, "so that lets us not be seen by the security cameras -- it also persuades the building that we belong, protects us from any animals, you all just have to stay in Sera's line of sight :)"

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Seraphine takes one last drag of her cigarette and lets it drop unceremoniously, extinguishing it with the toe of her converse. Despite Johnny's comment, she still closes her eyes for a moment and brings the blessing over them. "You never know... you're packing and who knows what might happen. Seems better safe than sorry... Ready?" She starts to head in if they are.

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Ramsey moves his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, then says "Yeah, sure." He assumes that closed eyes and concentration means she did something, so he doesn't handle it himself, then he walks toward the shop, taking a hop-step up to the door and yanking it open, holding it for the others and saying "Ding dong." in time with the door's chime.

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Craven crouches down for a moment, taking advantage of the lull in customers to open the floor safe to take out some previously dropped cash to add to a zippered bag for overnight deposit. It's doubtful he'll deposit it in a bank; that would require him to keep legitimate track of his sales and the items people pawn. Not that the trio is at all concerned with the money. Information gathering.

He's still squatting down when the door opens, chuffing out an arrogant little sigh that's for his ears only, muttering something about 'can't read the sign'. Of course, it isn't even six o'clock yet when they open the door. "We're closing up!" he calls from his spot behind the counter, leaving off spinning the dials on the safe to crane his neck so he can see over the counter toward the entrance.

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Johnny stays in the back of the group, holding the door open for Seraphine to enter. He is playing it loose, a grin on his lips, looking just as casual as he can. Seraphine gets a smack on the ass as she enters, loud enough for Mr. Fence to hear. He doesn't say anything but he does shoot the proprietor an uptilt of his chin.

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Seraphine might have deserved the smack. She tries to not grrrr at Johnny as she's attempting to concentrate on the task at hand. "Hey there," she calls out. "we won't be long, I promise. Just wanted to talk to you for a second if that's ok." They didn't really rehearse this so she's just going to do her best. "We wanted to talk to you about what we think might be a mutual interest -- a property down on (insert address here :). You got a minute?" The Darkling sidles up to the counter and smiles just as pretty as she can. Which isn't too bad considering her mien has been carefully tucked away by her mask.

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Ramsey makes a right, not saying anything to the statement that the shop is closing up, and he turns to look back at the lit "Open" sign with the hours and reaches up, giving the chain a little tug to switch it off, pointedly while Seraphine puts the charm on.

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His wrist twists hard to the right to spin the dial on the safe, cancelling out his half-finished attempt to open it. Perhaps he assumes he's about to be robbed. Craven pushes himself upright behind the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. He's dressed in a black New Orleans Saints jersey -- #41 Wooo! -- jeans and shit-kicker boots. Some time since the last time Seraphine and Johnny saw him, he has been in a fight. And appears to have lost a tooth and/or simply had a perfectly good one replaced with a gold tooth.

Whether sensing potential to make a few more dollars or simply because he likes the looks of Seraphine, he greets her with an upward flick of his chin, flashing her the gold tooth and all the rest. "What's up, shorty?" he interjects to her, giving Ramsey a glare as he turns off the Open sign. Mention of the property in question, however... His face drops. "What you talking about property on (____), n***a?" he drawls. Still thinks he is black, even if he is simply white trash.

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Johnny exhales quietly, reaching up to facepalm himself. He shakes his head slightly, the smile dropping from his face as he leans back against the wall near the entrance window. He's possibly regretting a few choices at the moment but he says nothing, arms folding over his chest as he lets Seraphine do her thing.

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"I think you probably know what I'm talking about, yeah?" Seraphine smiles again, easily keeping it warm and friendly. "I think we have a mutual interest in this... what do you know about the property? Like, what's going on down there... you must have some sort of an idea?"

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Ramsey wiggles his fingers as if they were burned by something when he gets the dirty look and begins to pace, face kind of a mask, pausing to inspect one of the guitars hanging on the wall, fiddling with a string which makes a metallic plink noise before he turns, crossing his arms.

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He doesn't move from his relaxed spot leaning against the far counter, his body blocking one's view of the cash box that is still open there, a couple stacks of bills on the counter itself. Fives and tens. His lips twitch into a slant of smarmy smile, eyes for the most part remaining on Seraphine, though he does occasionally dart a look to either of the other men in the room. "Waiiit a minute. Did Danny send you over here? You that stripper friend of his? Apricot or some shit?" Craven asks suddenly, flashing the gold tooth and straightening up so he can more leisurely look Seraphine over from across the divide.

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Johnny reaches into his pocket, patting himself a couple times as he comes up with a cigarette. He lights it, ignoring any no-smoking signs that may be posted. The man makes a point of turning slightly, looking out the window of the shop as he puffs at his cancer stick. The goings-on with Mr. Fence are kept in his periphery.

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The stripper comment sets Seraphine right off. It's not like she has any sort of persuasive bone in her body anyway. She'd much rather strangle the shit out of him then try to make nice. "Look. Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" Her voice is low and quietly menacing. "Why don't you tell us what you know about that place and what's controlling it. We wouldn't want you to get hurt in there, after all." This time Seraphine's smile is anything but warm and friendly.

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Ramsey taps his foot slightly, now curious at how long it's going to take Seraphine to turn to hostilities. It might get interesting after all! For the mean time, though, he leans on a post.

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The humor leaves Craven's face in the wake of Seraphine's retort, smirk replaced with a disdainful frown. "What you know about shit? You better stay off (___) street. Tha's my territory and I ain't gon' share. Go on back to Transylvania, ya ghoulie bitch." He gestures toward the door with one hand, starting to turn at the wait to reach for his mobile phone with the other hand, where it lies on the counter.

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Johnny seems content, mostly, to let things play out as they will. He does speak up, mildly of course, glancing from Ramsey over towards Mr. Fence. "Alright. If he goes for the phone you can go ahead and rough him up. Otherwise we're gonna stay calm and try to save this idiot's life."

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<OOC> Seraphine says, "i guess this time I could roll to intimidate him, if that's ok?" .oO( Seraphine rolls 10 Dice )Oo............................................o.

 Roll: Manipulation + Intimidation
 Result: Success (2) -- (5 3 8 6 2 3 8 6 5 5)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

<OOC> Axle says, "Of course. :D"

<OOC> Seraphine says, "i think you roll res+comp against that?"

<OOC> Axle says, "Ok. After consulting with my representative, we have decided he would have 3 dice in that pool. ;)"

.oO( Axle rolls 3 Dice )Oo..................................................o.

 Roll: 3
 Result: Success (1) -- (9 1 4)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

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Soundtrack: Cliff Richard - Devil Woman

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"Look. This is going to go much smoother for you if you work with us. My friends here don't want you to die, though, to be clear, I could give a shit what happens to you. So let's cooperate here, shall we? Tell us what you know, what's happened to your pal Dan the Man." Seraphine sneers at the man.

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Ramsey makes his way over toward the counter and the case, looking down into it, hands clasped behind his back and peeking at the jewelry inside, perhaps distracted by a bauble or gem.

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His insides knot up as the three of them refuse to leave -- and as Johnny makes his threat, as Seraphine backs it up with her words and cool demeanor. Craven stops halfway to turning toward the phone and looks back in their direction, hands held out a little from his body in a defensive gesture; no weapons here. His urban scoundrel facade falters. Even his accent changes; now something more basic drawl. "Dude, I don't know what you're talking about, lady. Dan's fine! I just talked to him this morning. Isn't he?" He has started to perspire, a bead of it rolling down his temple and along his face to his jaw.

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Johnny wasn't there. He didn't -see- Dan go down. He's only heard accounts of it, so... he's probably not as surprised as Seraphine will be to hear that Dan is fine. "Words, not fists." Johnny says easily enough. "You tell the lady everything she wants to know, and we'll all walk out of here just fine. Nobody's trying to rob you." Johnny is lying, of course. Robbing the guy -is- part of the plan.

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Seraphine listens to Johnny's words and tries to align herself with them, taking a cue from his approach. So she straightens up, nods at what's being said and simply adds, "Tell us what you know and we'll walk out."

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Ramsey gnaws on his toothpick amd says "That's a nice watch. Also, I am rather curious what you and friend Daniel talked about, too. In detail."

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Craven wets his lips; mouth's too dry, as a side effect of being a coward faced with multiple foes who haven't been shooed off by his bluster. He is silent for the span of a few breaths, even more heartbeats since his pulse is up. Finally he says, "I talked to him this morning. He spent the night at the Rec and said he was going to see his kid. He wasn't there when I went by at lunch. Can I call him? Is he all right? I got a lot riding on shit."

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Johnny mulls over Craven's answer, moving over to step closer to Seraphine, leaning lightly against her side with an arm slung loosely over her shoulder. "Spirits. Are spirits involved?" Johnny shifts his stance, allowing his holstered pistol to be seen. Not flashing it deliberately. Just enough so the man knows he has it. "Sorry to jump in, angel." He remarks aside to Seraphine.

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Seraphine smiles at Johnny as he leans up against her, and then grins as he just slightly shows off the gun. At this point she figures Craven will either spill it, or he really doesn't know anything. This might be the pivoting point.

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Ramsey pauses as he hears something, testing the point of his tooth with his tongue and taking out the toothpick before picking up a business card from the counter and a pen, saying "Let's hold up on the phone calls, hoss. Why don't you write down where you think Dan stays, and where he sees his kid if that's different. I could remember it, but... Idle hands."

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His hand raises without thinking, but it is only to tug at the collar of his jersey, which isn't tight at all, but feels like it's strangling him in his adrenaline-soaked brain. His head starts to shake back and forth. "I don't know what you mean. Spirits? The places is just infested with rats," he claims. "All right, all right," he says, as if Ramsey just tried to shove the pen up his butt. He carefully edges closer to do as he has been instructed, jotting sloppy notes on the card. A partial address. A phone number lacking the prefix, so it must be local. "The kid lives with his ex. Fuck... I can't remember her name."

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Soundtrack: White Stripes - I Think I Smell a Rat

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"Rats. Stay calm. Just... write what you know. You're not in any danger. Shit. If you tell us what we need to know, we might actually help you get your loot out of the place if it's been compromised." Johnny pauses there, thoughtful. "For a small price. Of course. A man such as yourself. You've got connections. We've got muscle. See how it works out?" Awww, Johnny's trying to make friends. "But I swear if you use that N-word again I'm gonna pop you one."

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Seraphine is really starting to think the guy doesn't know much about anything happening down there for real. So she glances side long Johnny's way to see if they've got all they can from this idiot. She's ready to go further if necessary, but she waits for a cue from Johnny.

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Ramsey lets out a low, quiet growl that's not sounding real 'people sounding' as it were but he holds it back, but his hackles are up and he pauses, turning to look back toward the door, then at Seraphine, talking to her as if she were the blunt instrument, "Can you see if you can jog his memory on the Ex?"

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Johnny's words are starting to piss him off again, overcoming a bit of the intimidation. "That's my building. Rats and all, man." To Ramsey, he sayd, "Fuck if I know? Lila? Lola? Something with an L," Craven mutters. He drops the pen and holds his hands up and out, gesturing toward the far counter with one, but making no other overt movements. "His old lady's number is in my phone. She sold me some shit and it's in there somewhere. Goodman. L-something Goodman. Three four four zero's the fuckin' PIN. Check for yourself." Definitely changing THAT when they leave.

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"But the rats didn't tell you that there were intruders. That your guard dog is missing. That something... happened to Dan. And now he's okay again." Johnny gives Seraphine a nudge. "Give him some details from inside the place. Something you'd have to have walked in to notice. To prove it."

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Seraphine was going to go a different direction, but at Johnny's prompting she nods. "I'll do you one better than a detail or two. I'll give you show and tell." She reaches into the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out a wallet. She opens it showing the Craven Dan's ID and the picture his daughter drew when she was probably a lot younger. "Only got this because we were inside and, let's just say, up close and personal with your man, Dan."

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While Seraphine and Johnny are revealing the dastardly deeds, Ramsey is opening up Craven's phone, hunting for that information and scribbling what of it he can down on another card, stuffing it into his pocket, then he tosses the phone back and looks antsy, nostrils flared, not like he wants to jump at the fence, but something else, but he holds back.

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Craven turns his head a little to watch Ramsey. All the cash is still on the counter near the phone, some of it inside the open cash box, some of it stacked on the surface. It's only a couple of hundred dollars worth, after having paid out for the items consigned that day, in addition to sales.

His eyes dart back to Seraphine and he edges closer to the counter when she produces the identification, the drawing. "What'd you guys do to Dan? What the fuck!" he exclaims. The fact they want more information is lost in his concern. Whether true concern for a friend or simply concern that the person who was helping watch the loot may or may not be injured, dead, a ghost? Eaten by rats?

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"They got this from Dan a few weeks ago. Before Christmas. Dan was -dead-." Johnny says dramatically, pulling Seraphine against his side as he gives her an approving nod at her choice of evidence. "And now he's not. And your... security system said nothing. Dan said nothing. It's safe to say your hideout is compromised. And if you go back there, having talked to us... whatever is there... whatever it is. It might not let you leave. It might not let you live."

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Seraphine let's herself be tugged in and she stays put in Johnny's half embrace. She sighs with relief that that didn't seem to be too big of a reveal. She then turns her head to study Ramsey writing down things that he'll share later, but it's his nostril flared and look that he may jump Craven that has her fascinated. Because if he hops this counter to get at the fence... she wants in on that! Transylvanian ghoulie bitch stripper her ass...

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Ramsey watches while Johnny lays this out for the dude and his brow furrows, a bit of conflict in his expression, but at the moment one of those pulls is definitely outweighing the other. He's not exactly retreating but champing at the bit to run toward something else.

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Craven shifts to rest his hands on the edge of the counter, looking down at it for a time, processing all the information that has come at him. Dan's dead. Dan's not dead. Etcetera. "The rats never told me," he says after he's had time to think. "They tell me when people try to get in," he admits. "I don't know how. It just... happens." Never mind that Dan's dead. It's not as if they admitted they killed him. Just that he was dead. He has no reason to suspect them and EVERY reason to suspect them. Instead he says, "I don't know what is going on. I just want my shit out of there. I got a lot invested in that dump."

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"I'll make you an offer." Johnny says with a lazy roll of his neck, a glance to the door. "A partnership. We'll do our best to get you your stash back, but the building? We want the deed for it. It's useless to you right now. You can't even go there anymore. And in exchange... when you need a crew for a little breaking and entering, we'll lend you a hand. No payment necessary. We just keep a portion of the haul."

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.oO( Ramsey rolls 5 Dice )Oo................................................o.

 Roll: Resolve + Composure
 Result: Success (2) -- (9 4 6 9 4)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

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Johnny's got this. Now all Seraphine has to do is look pretty and be ready to go or do whatever the boys want, when they're ready.

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Ramsey eventually sees that Johnny's settled down to haggling and he claps a quick pat to Seraphine's shoulder before he turns, letting them sort the rest out while he pushes down the visceral urge he's feeling and stalks toward the door, pulling out his own phone and working on pulling up a map as he exits.

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<OOC> Johnny says, "Sorry guys, I planned to sit back but I didn't wanna go too short on time."

<OOC> Axle says, "Shall we save the haggling for an OOC discussion and I'll step back and you guys can RP the 'aftermath' of the information? :)"

<OOC> Johnny says, "I think we're gonna fade out here. But we can all get together, Axle included, and RP the aftermath of it."