A business proposition...
Well, its not like I was expecting much, and I knew before my trip that the Brotherhood was having hard times lately, mused the drug lord and mutant Francis Hernandez.
Considering some of the impressive hideouts and headquarters the Brotherhood had possessed in the past, the house they were now using as their domicile was downright quaint. Hernandez thought that this image of domestic tranquility was a good metaphor for mutants in general, considering that Hernandez was waiting for the day when mutants would rise up and overthrow their human oppressers. That was the main reason that he was even here in the States, to help lay some ground work for this eventual rising.
Hernandez removed a briefcase and a case from the back of his Mercedes, took a moment to adjust his ink black suit, and adjust his sunglasses. He supposed that he cut an impressive figure, standing over six and a half feet tall and being a well muscled 300 pounds. He also took a second to feel the comfortable weight of his pair of Les Baer .45's, one under his left arm and the other at the small of his back. He wasn't worried so much about Brotherhood members attacking a fellow mutant without provocation, but his history of being both berayed and berayer gave him an abnormal sense of caution.
Letting a smile appear on his strong Hispanic face, Hernandez knocked on the front door to the Brotherhood and waited for an answer.
He had left. Just like that. Men! The Drama Queen had felt strongly inclined to prove herself worthy of her codename, but in the end it had only been a scoff and some impressively composed pushing back of her blonde mane that had given away some of the anger burning inside of her. To every uninformed observer zapping in at the point when they had cancelled their last mission, it might have seemed as if she was upset about her one big love (or at least quite a serious love interest) having left for good. Maybe there had been some physical action involved, some tear-jerker along the lines of abuse and selfish male urges.
Actually it was quite the opposite.
Their little encounter with the X-Men had begun so promising. The team’s leader down, a bunch of terrified kids left. Life had been good. For a few minutes anyway. The moment the other team had interfered, their cause had been lost, the infamous weather witch alone surely having been able to take them down. Which she didn’t. No, of course it was more humiliating to have her watch while they were beaten by mere children (or so she had perceived it). And to be quite honest, Mareesa Williams hadn’t overly enjoyed literally being pushed inside a tree nor being caged by shards of ice and subzero air. Stupid brats!
Even their fearless leader hadn’t been able to pretend things were going fine and so they had withdrawn. There was no doubt they’d have left her behind – casualties were a calculated part of every military mission after all – if it hadn’t been for D.K. If one ignored the part where he had thrown her over his shoulder and make an unwilling, grumpy run for his money, it would almost have been romantic. Smashing the shards, saving the princess… she couldn’t believe the story hadn’t continued like it was supposed to. What about her right to a sweaty, loud, hard and exhausting f… It knocked.
Well, that in itself wasn’t particularly unusual. Despite the whole secret hideout headquarters routine she had heard being given to some of the younger members when they had brought a friend over (which had really not been as peculiar as it sounds), those who wanted to find them usually did. Obviously, this fact was imperative – after all, how else was the Brotherhood to get new members? Hand out leaflets or make random phone calls? Well, the Drama Queen already knew the right way to grimace at being asked to do silly things like that.
Pushing thoughts of her black now very absent lover-unfortunately-not-to-be aside, the showgirl made her way to the door. Why exactly she was at this pathetic place again, she couldn’t really explain. This time of the day, there weren’t any customers at the Silvery. Not enough to justify her working there anyway, and Mareesa’s mother wouldn’t expect her to be there anyway. She didn’t need any money, nor favours of any kind, so there was no reason to do some… convincing work. Nor to be at the Brotherhood’s. Oh well.
Of course she refused to accept that it had been the hope to miraculously meet him at this place that had drawn her here. It was – after all – completely unlike her. Or the version of her she had decided to be the real one anyway. Talking about being she, it was amazing really how much fabric was covering her well-rounded form that day. Granted the pink top showed some stomach and was quite impressively low cut, but not only were her legs completely covered, it even was a pair of pants which made high slits or any other kind of compensation quite impossible. Her movements of course were still that of someone who had been born and raised in a nightclub. It was rather unlikely for someone to grow up with sex in all kinds and forms around them and not have it become a part of them in some way. In Mareesa’s case it was quite an obvious one – she was sex. Unlike those who only pretended, she didn’t consciously let her hips sway, nor was she aware of the sparkle in her eyes that men found to ask not only ‘d’you wanna?’ but also ‘where, how and oh yeah, that’s how much it’s gonna cost ya’ – and a million other little things that made her just perfect for the job she couldn’t have avoided even if she had seen a point in it.
“Hey, need help?” A voice like black velvet. And again that look. And once more without even realising it. If it hadn’t been she, one could have thought Mareesa was a little naïve. However, just because she didn’t try to be like that didn’t mean she wasn’t taking advantage of the effect. It had been quite useful over the years, that funny habit of men to try and manipulate her without ever realising that she was pushing them the way she wanted them to go. Not until it was too late. It was amusing, though boring after some time. Distraction and amusement… they were both so ephemeral.
Casually leaning against the doorframe, one arm reaching up and touching the wood, feeling its pattern – it seemed a little as if she were posing for a magazine. Despite that demonstrated confidence, however, the Silvery’s star was ready to defend herself should that mountain-muscled stranger decide it was about time for some hostility. Looking up to his face, she silently wondered where his fears lay. Considering that usually such a body was the result of hours and hours working out, chances were he had quite a basic phobia of being made fun of. Oh analysing people was fun!
No, this woman certainly wasn’t as blonde as she looked. Though admittedly there was a thought or two of less analytic nature crossing her mind, primal even, involving glistening skin… some oil maybe. Well, she had never claimed to be an intellectual, now had she?
(OOC: There ya go, some babble for you. I’m a bit slow at the moment, but I’ll try my best to keep you entertained… and I really shouldn’t say that posting with HER, huh? XD)
The most convincing lie is one we believe Ourselves.
Re: A business proposition...Hmmm. A women who gives off every impression of being only interested in sex. thought Hernandez, smiling as he measured the value of the young woman in front of him, also looking for weapons from force of habit. But obviously one who has much more going on in her mind as well. If she decided to lay off the acting, she could well destroy the image of the dumb blonde. Though admittedly, her present actions and movements have there own particular worth.
Her actions automatically raised some flags in Hernadez mind. In Columbia, he controled a large part of the prostitution and "adult entertainment" industries. He had found it to be a significant source of information about various political members, giving Hernandez more power over them. Yet even with this knowledge, there was still something alluring about the lady. Even though he was attracted to her, he knew that placing any faith or trust in her would be both dangerous and stupid.
Despite the alluring charms of the woman, Hernandez was not going to say anything that would implicate him or the Brotherhood. He took a second to frame a response that would seem innocent enough to any who overheard it but would communicate his intentions quite clearly to any already in the know.
Responding to her question, Hernandez said in his deep, smooth voice which radiated the confidence and control of a man who had manipulated and killed his way to the top, Perhaps young lady. I seek the owner of this house. I have heard that a rather select club meets here, and I have some business that I wish to conduct with this club. In some ways, this organization is more like a Brotherhood than a social club.
Hernandez calmly set his briefcase on the ground beside him and clasp his hands at the small of his back. This left his hands near the silenced .45 he had holstered back there. Do not get to anxious. She could very well be a member of the Brotherhood, and even if she isn't, there is always the chance of alternate pleasures. Even if it came to killing the young lady, a firearm just didn't have the intimacy that Hernandez prefered. In his human form, he prefered to use blades or fists. But a few short months ago in Columbia, the point had been made that there was at least one man better than him at hand to hand combat. What was most irritating about it is that the pest did not have powers much beyond that of a normal man. In order to win that fight, he had to use his power to tear free of his fragile human flesh, and even then being many times faster, and hundreds of times more durable and stronger, he had not been able to kill that warrior.
Shaking his head to clear it of such thoughts, Hernandez asked You wouldn't happen to know anything about such a club, would you?Edited by: Hank at: 9/10/05 6:49 am
Re: A business proposition...
Mareesa answered the scrutiny with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She was used to such reactions and didn’t mind them, her self-confidence preventing any such feelings as embarrassment or awkwardness. The showgirl wasn’t sure whether this was something rooted in her character or a by-product of her job, and honestly she didn’t care either. What the Drama Queen couldn’t fail but nothing though was the slightly peculiar inversion of roles. Wasn’t he, as the… visitor (she decided to call him that lacking a better matching word) supposed to be examined carefully? Seeing as her affiliation with the Brotherhood wasn’t exactly one based on shared ideals, there was no overwhelming urge in her to stick to any rules of concealment and security that weren’t connected to her personal motivations, yet then again, how could one know where their goals met?
However, as far as secrecy was concerned, it didn’t seem as if this guy would be giving them any trouble. Quite the contrary. Raising one of her perfectly tweezed eyebrows, Mareesa suddenly had the feeling to be stuck in some gangster movie; as if she was only one cigarillo and a drowsy gaze away from meeting an oddly colourless Humphrey Bogart. Was this maybe the point where she was supposed to ask for the password? It took quite some effort to suppress the giggle that tried to struggle its way out of her throat, past the nonchalant – yet politely smiling – façade and right into his oh so serious face. Had she not have had the feeling that their visitor was a little lacking in the humour department, Mareesa might actually have burst into laughter.
“Why, I might actually…,” she replied, her expression unchanging, despite the slightly ironic tone she just couldn’t help but include. Stepping to the side, Mareesa waited for him to enter, deciding that this was actually the only thing she could do. If he had found his way here, he had to have the right connections. If he was from some opposing group, he wouldn’t leave their headquarters alive. It was as simple as that. “Please take a seat, she won’t be long.” She, Mystique, would certainly be delighted to see a potential member with visibly useful qualities.
There had been too many letdowns in the recent history of the Brotherhood, and although Mareesa couldn’t have cared less, there was still some advantage about keeping their leaders happy. Less whining and complaining. Disciplinary methods had never really impressed the stripper, and so all that Raven had managed as a result of her harsh criticism had been a decent in Mareesa’s personal list of favourites. So…why was she here again? To play butler for the blue chick? Oh mercy.
(OOC: Ah, sorry for the shortness but I’m running out of things to say. See, with quite a lot of players that had BH characters gone, we’re a little.. um… lacking. We don’t have a Mystique at the moment, but I’ll ask Angie whether she can send her 2nd in charge down. OR we do a fade-out, because I’m not really sure whether it’d be that interesting to continue here…? Sorry, BH characters are usually played quite irregularly, mostly being brought back in on demand (i.e. during bigger plot lines to have some opponents) rather than being played in normal threads…)
The most convincing lie is one we believe Ourselves.
Re: A business proposition...
Hernandez could tell from the young blonde's attitude that she did not take security concerns seriously. Hernandez doubted that it would make much difference in the current circumstances, but it still showed a definite lack of discipline. Of course, if the young lady had ever had a combined FBI, DEA, and LAPD SWAT team try to kill her from a security leak like they had him, she probably would quickly realize that security was there for a reason. Mainly to keep you from getting killed.
Though in retrospect, it was probably a good thing since the traitor had been his girlfriend at the time. Last time he had checked, she was still suffering for her crime of betraying him. Hernandez had learned of his powers that day, and they had been the only thing to save his life. he also could not believe that he had thought about marrying such a traitorious thing.
Hernandez considered the uses the Brotherhood could put his gifts of weapons and money to. With some better members, the Brotherhood could become a more lethal organization. Hernandez wasn't discouraged by some of the less powerful people being there. To Hernandez way of thinking, they deserved to be there as much as anyone, and even those with minor abilities could be deadly. But he wished to see the Brotherhood as a larger organization with a core group used for major assualts, with the others being reserves to use as needed for specific assignments.
Do not get ahead of yourself Hernandez, you must first make sure that they will accept your aid. The only reason that they might not is if they are particularly feeble about the source of this aid.
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