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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 17:37:07 GMT -5
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Mr. Abernathy?
What do you want?
Sorry to bother you, but we're doin a mandatory survey to find out how we can improve our service for all our tenets.
I'm fine!
Sir, it's mandatory and will only take a couple minutes. You'll get a complementary meal, on the house.
Well fine, let's get this over with.
As the sound of footsteps echos away, Martin knows his window is open.
(Other thread)
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 17:40:45 GMT -5
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Rebecca and Dash arrive at the office of Mr. Juarez.
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Dash
Dog Meat
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Post by Dash on Jun 25, 2012 17:46:34 GMT -5
Dash had slipped her mask back over the lower half of her face during the ascent. Rapping on the door, she entered without waiting for approval. She sauntered in and plopped herself in the nearest chair, quite unceremoniously, one leg drawn in and the other slung over the arm.
"Juarez." She stated very amiably.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 17:52:47 GMT -5
"Ah Miss Dash, always a pleasure." Juarez says, with fake friendliness.
"You seem to have not payed your rent for this week. Do you have the 300, or will we have to come to a...different arrangement."
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Dash
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Post by Dash on Jun 25, 2012 17:57:50 GMT -5
"I don't have it." She said, her interest in his voice waning already and her focus on a particularly spherical stain on the wall.
"What did you have in mind?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 18:05:38 GMT -5
"Well, either you can head down to the Lounge and shake your ass for a living, with a few other duties on the side "
Turning to look at her,
"Or, you can take care of a little business for me on the down low."
Shrugging,
"Or you can pack up and go. Your choice."
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 25, 2012 18:26:04 GMT -5
Martin enters the room without knocking. "Oh, sorry." he says surprised that someone else was in here. "I'll return later." He leaves the room to wait outside.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 18:29:07 GMT -5
"No no! Come on in!" Mr. Juarez said, waving him in.
"Now, what have you found?"
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 25, 2012 18:31:43 GMT -5
"He is making chems for a living."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 18:36:27 GMT -5
"Ah...I see. That would explain it. Don't see why I was not informed, would have made this simple."
Putting his hands behind his back,
"I thank you, and as a reward, you've earned 2 Nights stay at the lovely Argosy Resort."
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 25, 2012 18:38:47 GMT -5
"My pleasure." Martin replied with a smile. "Will I be seen to my room?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 18:57:10 GMT -5
"You'll be staying in room 67. Its unlocked, so just walk in and do what you will." He said.
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Dash
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Post by Dash on Jun 25, 2012 19:54:30 GMT -5
Not having found what she was looking for yet, it would not have been advisable to leave so soon.
"What's the job?" She asked nonchalantly.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 20:02:00 GMT -5
He walks over to look out at the resort.
"It turns out one of our more lucrative tenets has been paying with counterfeit caps. We just found out when Davidson tried to use them to buy supplies from a wandering trader." Juarez said.
"Now, we'll be able to pass off the 1200 or so caps we got onto some unsuspecting sap, but this cannot become a regular thing. We here at Last Resort have a reputation to uphold."
Glancing over his shoulder at her,
"On the other hand, we can't just blow his head off. So I need this dealt with by more delicate hands. A....Woman's touch, so to speak."
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Dash
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Post by Dash on Jun 25, 2012 20:06:19 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, you must've mistaken me for someone else." She sat up, though she did not seem indignant or angry at all, she seemed very blasé about the whole prospect.
"I'm not a whore."
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