- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- In the mornings usually but only during the week. Weekends are devoted to the family.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Modern, Magical, Romance, Medieval, Fantasy, Slice of Life
As soon as the bullet whizzed past his temple and into the wall, Vincent was ready to pull his trigger and he would not miss. He intended to end the old man before he even walked completely out the door. He would have too if Miles had not tackled him against the wall as soon as he realized the intent in Vincent's eyes. "Stay still you son of a bitch. Goddammit, Vincent! We're in the fucking Sanctuary. THE. SANCTUARY." Vincent pushed hard against Miles but Miles pressed his arm under Vincent's chin and forced the man to look at him. "Come to your senses, asshole! Look around! Put your gun down!" It took a few seconds but finally Vincent lowered his gun then firmly pushed at Miles to get him off of him.
"Don't you ever put your hands on me again or I will lay you out where you stand!" Vincent yelled out with a huff as he straightened out his suit and took in a few deep breaths to calm himself.
"Yeah yeah," Miles said as he tucked his own weapon away and attempted to straighten out his clothes the best he could. "You could've gotten all of us killed. Fucking..." He mumbled a few obscenities to himself before he took a few deep breaths of his own. "And you say I'm the one that's too quick with the trigger and hotheaded." Miles shook his head and stood in the center of the room observing his surroundings. He immediately focused on the camera in the corner that was clearly recording everything. "Everything ok in here, Art!" He yelled at it. "Promise ya' that! We'll get it right!" He was pretty sure the manager was watching everything. There was nothing that went on in the Sanctuary that Arthur did not know about.
Miles walked over to Tane who looked like he had seen better days and patted him a few times on the shoulder. "Couple drinks sounds good to me too. Come on, kid. Let's let pissy pants here get himself together and figure himself out. You need a partner and I think the ladies are outside. Let's see if we can't figure something out. I don't think you want to team up with this dipshit anyway." Miles shook his head at Vincent as he moved to leave the room. "Figure out your shit and fast. We got a deadline and you got a bullet aimed at your head for that stunt you just pulled."
Vincent scowled at Miles as he took Tane and left, leaving him alone in the conference room. Vincent's own eyes peered up at the camera in the corner and he sighed deeply. Hell must've froze over if Miles actually made sense for once. His eyes then looked at the bullet still in the wall. Lithe fingers pulled it from where it had embedded itself as he tossed it a few times in his hand, examining it, before closing a fist around it and walking out the conference room.
Back in the manager's office, Arthur lifted his finger from the button it was hovering over with a sigh of relief. He really did not want to have to explain to the Triad how they would need to find new members for their mission so soon. He then moved towards the drawer in his desk and pulled out three red brass coins with the 'S' symbol on them and handed them to Santa. "For Mr. Moretti, Mr. Thatcher and Mr. Salvador." Santa grabbed the coins and nodded her head, knowing exactly what she needed to do. She bowed to Arthur courteously then proceeded out of his office. The manager put the cigar back to his mouth as he turned his attention to the wall of screens that looked out over the Sanctuary.
The bartender at the lounge bar was wiping down a few glasses when Asumi approached him to call for the Concierge. He nodded his head and pressed a button under the bar. "She'll be here soon," he said to her before his eyes focused on Nanami. "Here," he said to Asumi before turning to a small bottle in the bar and pouring its contents into a small glass. "Give this to her," he said as he pushed the glass across the bar. "It'll be safe for the baby and also help calm her and relieve some of the tension she's got. On the house." He smiled at her and kept wiping at the glass when Miles and Tane approached.
"Take a seat, kid," Miles said as he gestured to the stool beside him. "I'll have a whiskey, straight," he told the bartender. "And get the kid here whatever he wants too. On me, kid," he told Tane with a small smile as he huffed onto the stool to have a few drinks. "Seems like we all got off on the wrong foot back there. So you're a street fighter, eh? And some sort of Macgyver? I guess we have that in common somewhat. I can pretty much make an explosive out of the smallest stuff. Ever made a bomb or just some knives and shit?"
While Miles was attempting to make conversation with Tane, Santa was making her way to the lounge to attend to their guests but also to deliver her message from the manager. She bumped into Viktor first. "Ah, Mr. Salvador. Precisely one of the individuals I needed to see." He proceeded to talk to her about the repair of the wall but she stopped him before he could get too far. "Mr. Salvador. Do not trouble yourself about the wall. It will already be repaired by the morning meeting. However, I do have a message from the manager."
She pulled one of the red coins from her pocket and handed it to him. "You're new here and the manager understands however Sanctuary rules are sacred and must be adhered to. This is a demerit. Your only warning. The manager wishes to remind you that there is no hostile action that is to take place on the premises. We understand it was the initiation of Mr. Moretti however, you did pull the trigger, whether a warning shot or not. It was a hostile action. Had you actually made contact with Mr. Moretti, you would have been executed prior to leaving the conference room. This is an official warning. The coin is also a debt you owe The Sanctuary with no bounty attached. You will respond when called upon and no payment will be rewarded for your work. There is no expiration date on the coin. You could be called tomorrow or in twenty years. You must respond when called or face execution as repayment for this mercy."
Santa delivered her message matter-of-factly before taking a step back and giving him a quick nod. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other guests to attend to and you are not the only one I am delivering a very similar message to. Please…enjoy a drink at the bar."
She moved around him then made her way to the lounge where she immediately found Vincent first. She didn't say anything to him. She just handed him the coin. He was a legacy member, he knew exactly what he was being given. He nodded to her of his understanding, not saying a word, as he tucked the coin in his pocket, the coin clanging against the metal of the bullet he had pulled from the wall. She then moved to Miles, interrupting his conversation to Tane, as she pushed the coin across the bar in front of him.
"Aw fuck me," Miles muttered as his eyes fell on the red coin. He looked to Santa, "because of the gun?" She nodded and simply said, "hostile action." Miles nodded back, "Fucking Moretti," before he grabbed the coin and tucked it into his pants. He grabbed the glass of whiskey in front of him and downed its entire content in a few gulps. With a gasp, he set it down and asked for another. He definitely needed them. It wasn't long after that Miles noticed Viktor and signaled for him to join him. "You look like you need a drink pretty bad too," he said as he gestured to the bartender. "On me, Vik."
When Santa's messages were done, she proceeded to the women that had retired away from the men. "I believe I have been summoned," she said, feeling a little lighter now as she stood before the women with a small smile. "What can I do for you, ladies?"
Vincent on the other hand was scanning the lounge and wondering what his next course of action was. He had already received a demerit for losing his temper and now he had only a few hours left before he needed to present a plan to the manager for their mission. Miles and that fucker, Viktor, had already teamed up. Which left him the pregnant one, the one that hated his guts and the newbie. He passed a hand through his hair as his eyes moved about the room. Miles had somehow found Viktor and was having a conversation with Tane. It was precisely the place Vincent did not want to go. On the other side of the bar was Nanami and Asumi speaking with Santa. He literally had no good options. "This is ridiculous," he muttered, feeling like he was between a rock and hard place with no way out of this mess he found himself in. He knew one thing for sure…he was not going to where the other men were. He was already the cause of the demerits and he wasn't going to add more targets to his head. His only option was to try to salvage himself in front of the women and hope that he could work something out.
Moving quickly so as not to overthink, he approached the ladies by the fireplace. "My apologies, ladies. I am sure I am disturbing you. I was wondering if perhaps I could attempt to salvage my reputation a bit and attempt to make some sort of plan that would benefit everyone on this mission? If you both will have me, I intend to be cordial and calm and just have a discussion. I am fully aware that my actions earlier were unacceptable." His eyes floated towards Santa quickly before bringing them back to the ladies in front of him.
"Don't you ever put your hands on me again or I will lay you out where you stand!" Vincent yelled out with a huff as he straightened out his suit and took in a few deep breaths to calm himself.
"Yeah yeah," Miles said as he tucked his own weapon away and attempted to straighten out his clothes the best he could. "You could've gotten all of us killed. Fucking..." He mumbled a few obscenities to himself before he took a few deep breaths of his own. "And you say I'm the one that's too quick with the trigger and hotheaded." Miles shook his head and stood in the center of the room observing his surroundings. He immediately focused on the camera in the corner that was clearly recording everything. "Everything ok in here, Art!" He yelled at it. "Promise ya' that! We'll get it right!" He was pretty sure the manager was watching everything. There was nothing that went on in the Sanctuary that Arthur did not know about.
Miles walked over to Tane who looked like he had seen better days and patted him a few times on the shoulder. "Couple drinks sounds good to me too. Come on, kid. Let's let pissy pants here get himself together and figure himself out. You need a partner and I think the ladies are outside. Let's see if we can't figure something out. I don't think you want to team up with this dipshit anyway." Miles shook his head at Vincent as he moved to leave the room. "Figure out your shit and fast. We got a deadline and you got a bullet aimed at your head for that stunt you just pulled."
Vincent scowled at Miles as he took Tane and left, leaving him alone in the conference room. Vincent's own eyes peered up at the camera in the corner and he sighed deeply. Hell must've froze over if Miles actually made sense for once. His eyes then looked at the bullet still in the wall. Lithe fingers pulled it from where it had embedded itself as he tossed it a few times in his hand, examining it, before closing a fist around it and walking out the conference room.
Back in the manager's office, Arthur lifted his finger from the button it was hovering over with a sigh of relief. He really did not want to have to explain to the Triad how they would need to find new members for their mission so soon. He then moved towards the drawer in his desk and pulled out three red brass coins with the 'S' symbol on them and handed them to Santa. "For Mr. Moretti, Mr. Thatcher and Mr. Salvador." Santa grabbed the coins and nodded her head, knowing exactly what she needed to do. She bowed to Arthur courteously then proceeded out of his office. The manager put the cigar back to his mouth as he turned his attention to the wall of screens that looked out over the Sanctuary.
The bartender at the lounge bar was wiping down a few glasses when Asumi approached him to call for the Concierge. He nodded his head and pressed a button under the bar. "She'll be here soon," he said to her before his eyes focused on Nanami. "Here," he said to Asumi before turning to a small bottle in the bar and pouring its contents into a small glass. "Give this to her," he said as he pushed the glass across the bar. "It'll be safe for the baby and also help calm her and relieve some of the tension she's got. On the house." He smiled at her and kept wiping at the glass when Miles and Tane approached.
"Take a seat, kid," Miles said as he gestured to the stool beside him. "I'll have a whiskey, straight," he told the bartender. "And get the kid here whatever he wants too. On me, kid," he told Tane with a small smile as he huffed onto the stool to have a few drinks. "Seems like we all got off on the wrong foot back there. So you're a street fighter, eh? And some sort of Macgyver? I guess we have that in common somewhat. I can pretty much make an explosive out of the smallest stuff. Ever made a bomb or just some knives and shit?"
While Miles was attempting to make conversation with Tane, Santa was making her way to the lounge to attend to their guests but also to deliver her message from the manager. She bumped into Viktor first. "Ah, Mr. Salvador. Precisely one of the individuals I needed to see." He proceeded to talk to her about the repair of the wall but she stopped him before he could get too far. "Mr. Salvador. Do not trouble yourself about the wall. It will already be repaired by the morning meeting. However, I do have a message from the manager."
She pulled one of the red coins from her pocket and handed it to him. "You're new here and the manager understands however Sanctuary rules are sacred and must be adhered to. This is a demerit. Your only warning. The manager wishes to remind you that there is no hostile action that is to take place on the premises. We understand it was the initiation of Mr. Moretti however, you did pull the trigger, whether a warning shot or not. It was a hostile action. Had you actually made contact with Mr. Moretti, you would have been executed prior to leaving the conference room. This is an official warning. The coin is also a debt you owe The Sanctuary with no bounty attached. You will respond when called upon and no payment will be rewarded for your work. There is no expiration date on the coin. You could be called tomorrow or in twenty years. You must respond when called or face execution as repayment for this mercy."
Santa delivered her message matter-of-factly before taking a step back and giving him a quick nod. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other guests to attend to and you are not the only one I am delivering a very similar message to. Please…enjoy a drink at the bar."
She moved around him then made her way to the lounge where she immediately found Vincent first. She didn't say anything to him. She just handed him the coin. He was a legacy member, he knew exactly what he was being given. He nodded to her of his understanding, not saying a word, as he tucked the coin in his pocket, the coin clanging against the metal of the bullet he had pulled from the wall. She then moved to Miles, interrupting his conversation to Tane, as she pushed the coin across the bar in front of him.
"Aw fuck me," Miles muttered as his eyes fell on the red coin. He looked to Santa, "because of the gun?" She nodded and simply said, "hostile action." Miles nodded back, "Fucking Moretti," before he grabbed the coin and tucked it into his pants. He grabbed the glass of whiskey in front of him and downed its entire content in a few gulps. With a gasp, he set it down and asked for another. He definitely needed them. It wasn't long after that Miles noticed Viktor and signaled for him to join him. "You look like you need a drink pretty bad too," he said as he gestured to the bartender. "On me, Vik."
When Santa's messages were done, she proceeded to the women that had retired away from the men. "I believe I have been summoned," she said, feeling a little lighter now as she stood before the women with a small smile. "What can I do for you, ladies?"
Vincent on the other hand was scanning the lounge and wondering what his next course of action was. He had already received a demerit for losing his temper and now he had only a few hours left before he needed to present a plan to the manager for their mission. Miles and that fucker, Viktor, had already teamed up. Which left him the pregnant one, the one that hated his guts and the newbie. He passed a hand through his hair as his eyes moved about the room. Miles had somehow found Viktor and was having a conversation with Tane. It was precisely the place Vincent did not want to go. On the other side of the bar was Nanami and Asumi speaking with Santa. He literally had no good options. "This is ridiculous," he muttered, feeling like he was between a rock and hard place with no way out of this mess he found himself in. He knew one thing for sure…he was not going to where the other men were. He was already the cause of the demerits and he wasn't going to add more targets to his head. His only option was to try to salvage himself in front of the women and hope that he could work something out.
Moving quickly so as not to overthink, he approached the ladies by the fireplace. "My apologies, ladies. I am sure I am disturbing you. I was wondering if perhaps I could attempt to salvage my reputation a bit and attempt to make some sort of plan that would benefit everyone on this mission? If you both will have me, I intend to be cordial and calm and just have a discussion. I am fully aware that my actions earlier were unacceptable." His eyes floated towards Santa quickly before bringing them back to the ladies in front of him.