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."

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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.]

[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.

[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]

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."

[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.*

enter the pimp

[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.

[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?"

[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."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

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

What'd ya bring me this time?

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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.

[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.*

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?"

[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?

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?"

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"Been a little slow, actually," I admit, rolling my shoulders in an easy shrug. "But I got some work done today, and it feels tops to be on my game."

Every so often I blow some cash at Seta's, and today I'm feeling tempted. That wallet is mighty heavy, and I'm not known to save back for big investments unless it's for my iron.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Blood on my hands? How'd he know? I was pretty damn sure I'd washed all of it off at the leaky fire hydrant by the book store.

"Nothin' you can prove, though, huh?"

I smirk, because Novak's been riding my ass for years - and not even in the fun way.

"It ain't a crime to have the curse on someone, is it?"

[eatsyourscience.livejournal.com]

I smile at that. "We're always happy to see you around my place."

It's not the smoothest pitch I've ever made, but I'm not known for beating around the bush.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[I snap the box open and grin. The Tom, Dick, or Larry who was grazing dough certainly wouldn't be grazing anymore. After finagling the thing into my pocket, I back up against a wall and shoot a look down the hallway.

Markus likes the best in blades for some reason, so I fork over a quality shiv (http://images.knifecenter.com/knifecenter/ontario/images/ON9411OM.jpg) that came in a shipment this morning.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"I'm always happy to pay a visit."

And I'm not lying, there. I'm fair intrigued.

"You got anyone lined up who might be my type?"

[eatsyourscience.livejournal.com]

"Right now?" I look upward, thinking this over. Or pretending to. "I've got Yukiko and Hanna available."

[out-of-minutes.livejournal.com]

Nothin' I can prove? Sounds like a challenge if I ever heard one.

I give Winchester a good once-over - let 'im think it's for another reason if he wants, not like I mind. Or mind the excuse to multi-task. That's when I see it: a bit of brown under a couple'a fingernails.

I grab his mitt and pull it up to look closer. That's blood or I'm a patsy. "I'm bettin' this ain't yours."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I jerk my hand away and shove it back into my pocket. Grinning wider, I throw up that wall that Novak knows so well.

The business I just came from was pretty damn personal.

"What, the dirt? Did a little gardening, so what?"

[out-of-minutes.livejournal.com]

"Gardening? In this town? My ass. 'Sides, must be awful suspicious gardening if you're so keen on hidin' the evidence."

That hand disappeared into a pocket pretty fast for weedin' the rosebed.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

He's got me there.

"Whaddayou care, anyway? You got your business, and I got mine. Just 'cause mine ain't always legal doesn't mean it's bad."

Just messy.