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Post by risse on Jun 8, 2011 20:19:31 GMT -5
Clarisse Skolnick, better known as Risse, eyed the patrons of The Green Dragon Pub as she made her way towards the bar. There were slim pickings here, mostly guys just wanting to drink their troubles away. Usually Risse would have gone to Seven Sins, mainly because their clientell consisted of rich young heiresses who could be fooled into thinking she was a waitress or something and give her their money bags, which she would then just disappear with, but things had been getting too hot for her there so Risse was giving that place a rest.
Risse ordered a shot of firewhiskey as she continued to survey the bar. A couple of business men sitting at a table not too far away looked promising. Business had been slow lately and Risse really needed to make up the deficit. No one noticed when the young half-Hispanic got up and moved to sit at a table in the corner, nonchalantly passing the two businessmen. They also didn’t notice when she slipped her hand into the pocket of the nicer dressed one and pulled out his wallet as she passed.
Taking a seat at an unobtrusive table with her back to the wall where she could watch everything in the pub Risse examined her prize. Her eyes widened when she saw how much gold this man had been carting around: 20 gallions, 5 Knuts, and 30 sickles. Didn’t he know he was in a bad part of town, the idiot? Not that Risse was really complaining, it sure made her day. Sticking the money into her pocket and throwing the wallet under her table she scanned the bar again and saw the bartender holding a bottle of firewhiskey and looking at her questioningly. Risse smiled and walked over, taking care to sit next to a scrawny looking man with brown hair and pale skin. Casually she slipped her first and middle finger into his robe pocket, hoping to come out with some more money. |
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Post by jayy on Jun 8, 2011 20:43:01 GMT -5
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A drink was definitely in order. Marcus Harding opened the door to the Green Dragon Pub and stepped inside, taking off his old dust brown trench coat and hanging it on the rack before he made his usual rounds around the place. He had been in here many times, mainly because the Leaky Cauldron had become a little too welcoming for him, and in his game that was dangerous business. Here though, he only knew a few people, like the older gentleman that kept to himself in the back corner, and the bartender that was currently serving a firewhiskey to a girl that looked just a few years younger than himself.
After briefly talking to the older gentleman, Marcus made his way to the bar, taking a seat and ordering a butterbeer. Sure, it didn't seem like the most likely of drinks for a man of his stature. Men of his age were usually chugging down shots of firewhiskey or vampire's breath, but not Marcus. He had enough of those things during his time at Hogwarts that now the taste seemed rather dull. Either way you could never go wrong with a butterbeer.
Taking the top off and placing it to his lips, he noticed the girl from earlier come up and sit beside him. Marcus took a swig of his drink and sat the bottle down just about the same time he felt her fingers slide casually into his suit pant's pocket. "I have some pretty deep pockets darlin'." He said casually with a chuckle. "Might have to stick your whole hand down in there to get what you want." With that he turned his head and gave her a sly wink before a manic grin, and then proceeded to take another sip of his drink.
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Post by risse on Jun 8, 2011 21:01:12 GMT -5
Risse took a sip of her drink and nearly chocked when she heard the man whose pocket she currently had her hand in say "I have some pretty deep pockets darlin'. Might have to stick your whole hand down in there to get what you want."
Quickly she removed her hand and stared at her drink in dismay. The last time anyone had actually caught her stealing she was ten years old and her father had beaten her for it. A pink blush was staining her cheeks as she tried to decide how to react. Well, her conartist training said, might as well make a mark out of him.
Smiling she turned to him. ”You caught me,” she with a laugh. “My name’s Aly, what’s yours?” Risse turned on the charm, flipping her wild blonde curls behind her shoulder. The best way to con anyone was by acting nice, which was exactly what Risse intended to do. He’d caught her trying to steal the measly change from his wallet, she would make him pay through the nose for that.
Looking at him closely she decided that he wasn’t that bad looking, though he still reminded her of a scarecrow, minus some stuffing. His pant suit fit him nicely, creating a contrast with the messiness of the bar. If he hadn’t embarrassed her by catching her, Risse might have felt a little sorry for conning him. He looked like a nice enough guy, even with that crazed grin on his face. |
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Post by jayy on Jun 8, 2011 22:09:14 GMT -5
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Marcus watched with great interest as the young lady almost chocked on her drink. He felt her fingers leave his pockets and he couldn't help but let off another sly grin. The girl made him think about the days when he was younger, fresh out of school. His pockets were constantly empty, and coming from a rough home was no help in the matter (especially when you killed your own father in rage). Still never-the-less Marcus got by, doing the exact same thing that she was doing. At first it was for survival, but as the years progressed it became sport. All that ended though when he found his father's will.
Still, the girl had some nerve trying to do that in the middle of the bar. Marcus admired that. Lifting the bottle back to his lips he heard the girl speak. ”You caught me,” she with a laugh. “My name’s Aly, what’s yours?” He couldn't help but chuckle a bit more as he took a sip of his butterbeer. Sitting the bottle back down on the table, he turned half way towards her so he could give her his attention. "Now come on. I know better than to expect a young lady like yourself who just happened to try and pick my pockets to tell me her name is Aly." He said with a charming grin. "But, if that's what you wanna go by, fine. My name's Marcus."
Chuckling, Marcus lifted the bottle back to his lips and took another swig. There was something unique about this girl, something he couldn't quite place his finger on it. It was like looking into a mirror, except the reflection staring back at you was half-hispanic, blonde, and had lady parts instead of male ones. Still, Marcus was intrigued.
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Post by risse on Jun 8, 2011 22:30:21 GMT -5
Risse smiled thinking that he would buy her little lie. After all, she was a pretty good conartist, though a better fence in all truths. She was surprised, therefore, when he said, "Now come on. I know better than to expect a young lady like yourself who just happened to try and pick my pockets to tell me her name is Aly. But, if that's what you wanna go by, fine. My name's Marcus."
That wasn’t quite the reaction Risse had expected, quite the contrary, but still she decided to keep her little charade going. ”Well aren’t you the smart one,” she teased with a laugh. ”Of course my name’s not Aly, but let’s just pretend it is.” There was something refreshing about being called on her bluff. Risse’s mother had trained her well, this was the first time one of her marks hadn’t believed her. Risse turned in her seat so that she sat facing him so she could study him better. Holding out her hand she said, “It’s nice to meet a guy with a brain in his head instead his ass Marcus.”
Again there was something different about him, like he didn’t quite belong in the bar. He had to be sort of a regular the way the bartender wasn’t hovering trying to sell him more drinks. There was something tickling the back of her brain about Marcus. Something naggingly familiar. Finally it clicked. “You know,” she said carefully, deciding that maybe she wouldn’t make a mark out of him quite yet, “I think we know some of the same people. Big? Mean? Nasty smelling? Like to wear disguises? You might have something they want?” Hey, if the rumors were true then she wanted to cash in. [/font][/center] |
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Post by jayy on Jun 8, 2011 22:47:10 GMT -5
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”Well aren’t you the smart one,” 'Aly' spoke up, giving off a soft, yet rather teasing laugh as if she was still trying to play her game. ”Of course my name’s not Aly, but let’s just pretend it is.” Marcus raised the bottle to his lips and drained the last bit of it before sitting it off to the side, tapping his hand gently on the counter just so his friend would know to bring him another. "Well Aly it is then." He confirmed with her, giving off a soft chuckle of his own. This girl was playing a very different game than what he was use to, still he could see through her flaws. The way she chuckled and laughed after each little thing, trying to come off like some sort of dollface on the side of a corner to get her another client to add to the list.
The bartender came over for a brief moment,just long enough to drop of another bottle of butterbeer before rushing over to help a gentleman to the bathroom before his guts hit the floor. Marcus couldn't help but laugh at the guy's struggle. "I swear, every time I come in here they get some rather strange blokes." He said, pointing out the gentleman as he opened his beer. "You are about the only half decent person I met. But don't let that go to your pretty head there darlin'." He added, his accent thick, hanging in the air like the constant cigarette smoke found in the place.
“It’s nice to meet a guy with a brain in his head instead his ass Marcus.” The lady spoke up, making him give off a sharp laugh and a wild grin. "Well I thank you for that, though looks can be deceiving." His emerald eyes gazed down at her hand, and he took it softly and gave it a shake before placing it back on his bottle and raising it to his lips to take a swig. "You know," She began to speak up. “I think we know some of the same people. Big? Mean? Nasty smelling? Like to wear disguises? You might have something they want?”
Marcus' heart dropped instantly. Already? Just before he had walked into this bar he had been chased all down the south side of Paris by Aurors looking for that little key that hung around his neck, safely tucked out of sight behind his five dollar neck tie. "Okay look, I'm going to be straight with you right now. You seem like a nice lady, and if you work for the Ministry, well I'm sorry but I am not int he mood for a fight tonight. All I wanted was to come in, grab a drink, then go back home and spend the rest of the night sleeping with one eye open before I get up and start the day all over again. So if you don't mind, can 'ya give me a break?"
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Post by risse on Jun 8, 2011 23:04:17 GMT -5
Risse watched him for a reaction. She knew for a fact that this was the guy the whole underbelly of London’s society had been asked about by some very mean Aurors. The brutes had tried to find her to ask about Marcus but thankfully she had enough friends to point them in the wrong direction. After all, it wouldn’t do for the local fence to get in bed with the Ministry. Some of the nicer, pricier stuff people wanted her to sell might find their ways back to the proper owners, which would be a real shame.
"Well I thank you for that, though looks can be deceiving." Didn’t Risse know it. In her world secrets were a way of life and nothing was as it seemed. Still, she’d met some decent people, or at least, decent enough she hadn’t had to hurt them for trying to play her, but she did have to be careful.
What Marcus said next caught her completely off guard. "Okay look, I'm going to be straight with you right now. You seem like a nice lady, and if you work for the Ministry, well I'm sorry but I am not int he mood for a fight tonight. All I wanted was to come in, grab a drink, then go back home and spend the rest of the night sleeping with one eye open before I get up and start the day all over again. So if you don't mind, can 'ya give me a break?"
Risse’s mouth dropped open and she looked honestly offended. Her? Work for the Ministry? What kind of loony juice was this guy drinking? Whipping her head around to the bartender she glared at him. ”What the hell are you giving this guy?” she demanded harshly. Turning back to Marcus she continued, “I’ll have you know, buddy, that I’m an honest fence, thanks all the same.” Grabbing up her drink Risse started muttering angrily into her drink. ”What the hell! Me, working for the ministry! Hah! No probable! Mozo must ser loco.” [/font][/center] |
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Post by jayy on Jun 8, 2011 23:16:18 GMT -5
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Marcus sat there for a moment as a silence broke out between the two of them. Taking his bottle and sticking it up to his lips, he took a sip and sat it back down in the same repetitious moments he had been making since his first drink. Then came something he didn't quite expect. "Aly" had started to go off on him. “I’ll have you know, buddy, that I’m an honest fence, thanks all the same.” Blinking in despair, Marcus just sat there and watched her lips move as she went off, utterly shocked. 'Great' He thought to himself, 'I've just offended the one person that might have actually been on my side. Aren't I just a stupid bloke.'
Sighing, he lifted his drink back to his lips, now taking the half contents of the bottle and fully draining it into his gut, making sure that he was finally getting a buzz off the little alcohol content that was hidden behind the warm flavor of the drink. ”What the hell! Me, working for the ministry! Hah! No probable! Mozo must ser loco.” The lady said behind her own drink, at first in audible english, but it slowly mingled into what he could only guess was spanish.
Now feeling bad, he turned back to the lady. "Look, I'm sorry. It has been a long day, one that I am sure you have had plenty of at some time or another, so you must know how I feel." He started off, his personality now toned down into that of a businessman. "If I offended you, I am very sorry, love. I've just found it hard to be able to get a drink in a pub without someone breathing down my neck about my life." Hopefully that would set things straight and get her back on his good side.
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Post by risse on Jun 11, 2011 13:27:48 GMT -5
Risse considered her options. Leaving Marcus to drown in his butterbeer seemed like a good choice. With him accusing her of working for the Ministry she felt he sort of deserved it. Risse downed another shot of firewhiskey, Her throat burned as the liquid went down, making her again wonder at her choice of beverages. Before she could get too distracted by her drink however, Marcus said, "Look, I'm sorry. It has been a long day, one that I am sure you have had plenty of at some time or another, so you must know how I feel. If I offended you, I am very sorry, love. I've just found it hard to be able to get a drink in a pub without someone breathing down my neck about my life."
Risse tyed back her wild blonde curls and gave Marcus another hard look. He was pale, tired looking. She could see that his clothes had once fit him better.Maybe I should cut him some slack, she thought. It wasn’t like the guy had tried to hurt her or anything and while she did have her pride no one else had heard him accuse her of working for the Ministry. Risse’s mother had once told her young daughter that she needed to let things go or she would never survive in this world.
“Alright,” she said. “Let’s start over. My real name’s Clarisse Skolnick, but most people call me Risse. I’m the local fence here. I sell everything, from antiques to highly prized jems to secrets. What about you? What do you do?” [/font][/center] |
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Post by jayy on Jun 12, 2011 14:32:18 GMT -5
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Silence fell between the two of them after Marcus had finished apologizing for his behavior. It really wasn't something he could help. If you had been chased day in and day out by so many different people for the past couple of months, wouldn't you say the same thing to a lady that just tried to dig into your pockets? He sighed gently, now feeling a bit of awkwardness start to shift it's way into the atmosphere of the grimey pub.He didn't need this tonight. He couldn't afford to waste time trying to apologize and work a girl back on his side. That's not what he came here for.
What Marcus came here for was a drink and a chat with some people. If one happened to be a girl, and a fairly attractive one at that, then he would take he back to his place and do what he always does best when he is stressed out. That was all he wanted to night, drinks, a one night stand, basically just a breather from his far from normal life, which as he recalled had never been normal at all. After a few minutes had passed and Marcus ordered another butterbeer, the girl gave a hard look towards him before finally speaking back up again.
“Let’s start over. My real name’s Clarisse Skolnick, but most people call me Risse. I’m the local fence here. I sell everything, from antiques to highly prized jems to secrets. What about you? What do you do?” The lady spoke in a frenzy of words that made him question just exactly what the bartender might be slipping into his drinks. 'Well Clarisse, I'm Marcus. Former auror, and magical inventor. I am currently on the run from just about ever branch of the Ministry." He chuckled softly and popped the top off his bottle before raising it into the air. "Cheers." He said sarcastically before tipping the bottle to his lips and draining half of it.
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