25: [Action] Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

[dashboardlite]

It ain't often that I get myself all gussied up in my gray glad rags, but today's a holiday.  For one, the bets I placed with my bookie on a couple of bangtails came through - few hundred greenbacks richer, and that's only the beginning.  It ain't often that I'm on the nut, 'cause work comes easy as long as somebody wants somebody else dead.

But I deserve the reward.

I light up another butt and inhale deeply.  It'll be a while before another butter and egg man swings by my usual joint, and I can't afford to fleece a john when the hallways are lousy with 'em.  Bunkoing some poor shmoe ain't on the to-do list.

...but a Jane with some nice pins might be.  The wallet's fat, and it's probably obvious by the stupid grin on my face.  The heat I'm packing is heavier, though, and not what you wanna mess with.

I might as well take a walk around the block and see what's what.



[[ooc; For those of you who have NO IDEA what he's saying, here is a convenient reference.]]

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[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Another prosperous day for myself and the boss. Honestly? I couldn't be happier with the profits. Each dealer provided and met their quota, and the new batch is now out on the market. With the higher purity, I'm quite confident that we'll be bringing in double than we were before.

And yet how is it that I always seem to run into someone I don't like on such a good day. By the looks of things, it seems he has had quite the pleasant day as well. No matter; I will remain pleasant for the time being.

And if things get a little messy, so be it. I never leave my room without my piece.

"Ah, Mr. Winchester. What a pleasant surprise, running into you on a day like this."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I'm familiar with Wesker, sure. The bruno's got a mean streak a mile wide and a bad side that I wouldn't want to be on even if you paid me - it doesn't mean we haven't had our differences. He does things his way, and I do 'em my way.

"It is, ain't it?"

I grin, because heck - I could be worse off.

"How's that extortion business goin' for ya, ya big palooka?"

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Witty, as always. I can't help but think he uses humor to cover up for his own shortcomings. The man never seems to take anything seriously, but do I care? Not a snowball's chance in hell. Just means I can get away with having my dealers sneak in right under his nose.

"I'm always so touched you go out of your way to insult me, Winchester."

And of course I throw my own smirk right back at him.

"And what do you mean by extortion? Isn't that your area of expertise?"

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I used to do a lot of under the table trading, but less so nowadays with all the competition. Killing's easier, and sometimes cleaner, to be honest. Back when goods were harder to come by I used to butt heads with Wesker about filling quotas, but that joint's never been my style, and I'm glad things have changed.

"Not anymore, slick," I quip, grin widening. "I ain't a businessman - left that to my brother. Fella's gotta pave his own way, so I'm gettin' revenue somewhere else."

You could say I'm something of a hitman, but I prefer bounty hunter.

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[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[It ain't easy being a reaper in a place like this. People start to notice you hovering around your marks just before they die. The insinuations would be fine if they were true, but they never are. I don't kill the poor saps. I just make sure they don't feel it happening.

It's because of these false assumptions that I've gotten so good at fading into the wallpaper. People don't notice everything and everyone, after all. So even in a bar in my best dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=34176189), I never stand out. Frankly, that's how I like it.

Not much I can do about an empty corridor street, though.]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[I ain't above stopping my stroll to tip my lid for a dame or two, and today's no exception. Pockets lined with dough, revenge exacted on an old enemy...I'm practically laying Aces out in front of me.

So I stop down the hallway, give my courtesy to a blonde all decked to the nines, and offer her a smile.]

Mighty fine day, doll.

\m/

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[I raise an eyebrow at the fella, not sure I like his tone. I'm not the type of girl who gets into the kind of trouble he's probably dealing in, what with all the wallflowering I do, so I'm not sure how to react. I tend to default to animosity when I don't know what to do...maybe that's what scares fellas off.]

You want something?

[out-of-minutes.livejournal.com]

Trouble's what's what.

How do I know? Dean Winchester is gussied up and and grinning, that's how. Means he's satisfied with himself, and that never means good for the other guy.

This'll be my day to nab 'im though, just you wait an' see.

I think this is my cue to say hello. See if he sweats a bit at makin' small talk with a former officer.

"Winchester. Killed anybody recently?" Never hurts to ask.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Well, if it isn't good old gumshoe Novak. I stop, turning slowly, grin still plastered to my face, and face the investigator. Poor fella lost his flatfoot license, no thanks to me, but I ain't achin' about it. It isn't like I'm behind the eight ball, either - tight spots are hard to get into around here, no matter where you are.

"Always jumpin' to conclusions, arentcha?"

I shrug and shove my hands into my pockets.

"It's like you think I'm some kinda button man, P.I. Novak."

[out-of-minutes.livejournal.com]

"Hardly. More likely you got a couple'a hatchetmen on the payroll. Still blood on your hands."

I'm diggin' for a clue and we both know it. Not many things get this guy lookin' so pleased with himself though, and I ain't too happy to consider the alternative.

So yeah, I got me a possessive streak. So what?

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ I place my cane in this fatcat's path, tripping up his swagger. A sax solos my button walk. It sets the scene, since I've got a pair of Cs to blow from finding the hood who chilled off a high pillow in the courts. ]

Hey, dame. Lookin' hinky tonight. Do I need to show you a grilling, or are you going to spill it?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[It's a good thing I've got reflexes like a damn cat, or I would've tripped over this john's walking stick. She ain't the kind of looker I go for, but probably turns up a decent number of trouble boys on the beat.

I'm wearing iron, though, so I better watch my tail.]

You're tootin' the wrong ringer, flattie. I ain't done nothin' today 'cept pay a rube a visit."

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

Sister, I want you singing like a bird. Or I'll see you fry from the gallows.

[ I clarify that last statement by explaining how I hooked up the gallows to the electric chair, so you fry while you fly. ]

Now rat on some redhots, or rat on yourself. I am The Law, and I've got a quota, and I ain't blowin' this joint without someone in cuffs.

[ Subtle has never been my game. If I've got to wave my Buzzer around and rough a guy up with it, then so be it. Justice is always my first priority. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Catching Dean alone is a task onto itself, but Markus here finally managed it. He steps out of the shadows and holds a small red box out to Dean.

Another job well done. Another trophy for Dean's wall.*

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Trophies? Ooh, I like me some nice souvenirs.]

What'd ya bring me this time?

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Remember that wise guy who thought he could skim off the top of Dean's profits? He's gonna find that a bit more difficult now that most of his fingers are in this box.

Embezzling never pays. Unless you're the guy who gets to make the embezzler pay. Then you get a hefty sum.*

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[eatsyourscience.livejournal.com]

I'm not so much working as loitering. There's no need to actively work when you're the only act of your kind in town. The work finds me, but usually only if it can't find one of my girls first.

I can tell this cat just made bank. The look on his face says it all. So I give him a nod as he passes. Could be he's looking for a little something-something, and if he is, cordiality can go a long way in my favor.

a gentleman's profession, to be sure

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I know Seta. Dropped by once or twice in the good old days when I was really rolling sevens. A real Ace businessman with the top-quality bargains for a guy like me. I backpedal, swinging into view and jerking a nod.

"How's tricks lately?"

for gentlemen, by gentlemen

[eatsyourscience.livejournal.com]

"I can't complain." The customers were happy and so were the girls. That's as much as I can ask for most days. "Work keeping you busy?"

[paper-knight.livejournal.com]

Dean Winchester's a tough customer--not the kind of guy I'd tangle with ordinarily, not without backup and a whole lot of evidence. But all that's over with now. I've got a hunch, and I plan to play it out.

"Looking pretty pleased with yourself, Winchester."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?"

I look up and practically get a face-full of flatfoot. Mark Meltzer...yeah, I know the guy a little. Some cop who's never given me much beef before, but I'm pretty damn sure I know the reason why right now.

"S'been a pretty jake day so far, officer. Something grinding your gears?"

[paper-knight.livejournal.com]

"I spotted a contact of yours near the scene of a crime last night. Got an explanation for that?"

I wouldn't put it past Winchester to throw the masked man under the bus, but it doesn't matter to me. I get information either way.

[bone-genius.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: So, fellow Bones fan... Brennan's pretty much turned into Roxy (http://bones-daily.com/photos/albums/bones/s2caps/2x08%20The%20Woman%20In%20The%20Sand/0741.jpg) from "The Woman in the Sand", red dress and all. <3 ]

Oh, what a day. Chief Bhamba really does generate way too many notes for me to type up without breakin' my fingers, even after I lose all the ones with my Baby's name on it.

I'm tired of bein' cooped up in our big ol' penthouse all by myself, but it's still too early to go meet my Baby, so I'm just gonna take a walk. Maybe I'll bump into someone interestin'...

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I've got a gasper dangling from my lips, and though I ain't always inclined to things detrimental to my health - besides my job - I take a heavy drag and stare down the hallway. With all this time to kill and successful revenge under my belt, I'm feelin' pretty tops.

Tops enough to tip my lid to a pretty pair of gams in a red dress ankling daintily down the corridor.

"How ya doin'?"

[bone-genius.livejournal.com]

Interestin' certainly describes the gentleman before me, Mr. Winchester, but not in a good way. While he's always been polite to me, my baby says he's trouble. I do my best to smile pleasantly as I take comfort in the weight of the revolver in my handbag. Just in case...

I'm doin' pretty fair. How about yourself, Mister Winchester?