Description: Mr. Burr tests Felicia's strength with one of his flunkies.
It's suprising sometimes how difficult doing a job interview can actually be when one has no real 'central office'. One must be procured via some means for only a temporary basis.
When interviewing a fighter, such a place capable of allowing the testing of their abilities WITHOUT drawing the attention of the authorities or the media requires extra effort....
The Indomitable Mr. Malcolm Burgess has done just this! Granted, it took bribing the dockside warehouses owners for the space, and a little more for the lack of questions, but he hopes it will pay off, as this is a SPECIAL interviewee, from what he understands!
Just inside the entrance is a table with a chair, in front of which sits the derby-clad crimeboss. He pulls the chain-linked watch out of his coat pocket to check the time, curious to see how punctual the gal will be.
On either side of him is a reletively low-class looking 'employee', while several others are spread out across the room, talking in their own little groups about whathaveyou. There is, however, an air of excitement.
This is the first time a supposed Darkstalker has asked for employment, and no one is quite sure what will happen!
Felicia pushed the door open as she finally arrived at the location. "Wow, I had a hard time finding this place, you should put up a sign or something," she announced her presence, her city-accent strong, peering around. She seemed to realize what kind of creek she had gone up as she finally spotted the man behind the table, her sandal clad feet softly padding against the floor. She was clad in a violet pair of jogging shorts and top, sort of a sports bra, really. She looked like she had been out jogging, and judging by the color of the outfit and violet industries logo on them, she had dealt with Lee Chaolan at some point.
"Hey boys, where is your boss? I hear he wanted to see me?" she asked, her hands on her hips.
With a large grin, Mr. Burr rises from his chair and approaches "THAT, would be me my dear". He takes off his had and gives a bow "It was my understanding you were interested in employment. I took it upon myself to find this space to discuss such an endevor with you, if you truely ARE interested". Returning to his seat, he holds his arm out, gesturing at the empty chair on the other side of the desk "If so, please! Make yourself comfortable!"
"Well, my previous employer has taken a bit of a leave, so I thought I should start looking for work, so uh... you some kind of gangster, or something?" she apparently is pretty up front and frank about this, looking around and gesturing to the environment, idly. "I am kinda interested actually, got a little used to this whole... having money and the ability to do things, you know, the city is calling to me, fame, fortune, except I need the latter to get the former, you know?" Felicia shrugged, folding her arms over her front. "So what sort of talent are you looking for? This isn't one of those 'how much she can fit in her mouth' sort of gigs, is it?" her sandals clapped over to the chair as she had herself a sit down in front of the table.
With a chuckle, Burr swings his seat around to face her from across the desk "Oh, absolutely not, m'lady. I would NEVER stand for such a thing!". Amusingly, she may notice some of the others in the room rolling their eyes as if it was something familiar to them. "Gangster is ONE word, though i don't consider it correct in all technicallity. My role is to give people the opportunity to gain what they truely want, supposing they KNOW what they truely want. No more, no less".
Burr adjusts himself in his chair, one leg over his knee, and cane firmly across his lap "I am in need of a dancer, for my mens 'entertainment', should you be interested, and I myself would employ you as a 'pretty face' to accompany me when i attend various functions. Both of these i would believe you easily capable of". His grin grows a bit darker "You also have a rep as a fighter, so you would also be doubling as a backup bodyguard if the need should arise. I CAN pay you well, supposing you are interested in all this"
"I see, well that's fine then, granted I've been around a few strange folks in my time," Felicia nodded, crossing her legs as she sat down, dainty-ish, even. She did seem to carry herself very gently, almost a bit royal-esque. "A dancer, huh? what kind of dancer? I... take it you don't mean broadway," she leaned a little closer when he did, reaching up to brush a bang of electric blue hair out of her eyes. "Backup bodyguard and part-time arm candy, huh? and general distraction? Huh, I see, sounds a lot like my last job, actually, I like it," Felicia nodded, curling her toes in those sandals a bit and actually cracking the knuckles both on her feet and hands.
"So you want me to show off my stuff, huh? That might take a while," she shrugged.
The rest of the guys in the room chuckle, but they quiet down quickly when Burr puts a finger to his lips to shush them "Actually, i have arranged for a small test of your abilities, at least as the fighting goes, if you would be so kind as to indulge me. As the dancing is not for me, i am not the one to ask for opinions as much as they" he motions around the room and the tough looking crowd therein "Don't worry, they have instructions to keep their hands to themselves"
"So you want me to fight, huh? if you like," Felicia shrugs a little. "I'm more of a dancer than a warrior, but if you need a dancer, sure... and if you want a fighter, well," Felicia rises and reaches down, bending a bit, which is likely a fun bit of a show for the men assembled as her tail goes up a bit, undoing her sandals and stepping out of them. "Sorry, don't want to break those, they cost a little bit," she nodded, those leather sandals did look nice, after all. "So, who did you want me to throw down with?"
Felicias response from Burr is a smile and a tip of his hat "Indeed! Georgie?" He looks off to the side at a random henchman, dressed in all white with suspenders, a black tophat, and curly brown hair. "If you would be so kind as to give the lady a simulated roughing up?".
The rather tall man gives a nod, and walks up to her, flicking out a small knife and assuming a fighting stance "Don't worry, love. I won't hurt ya TOO much!". He punctuates this with a grin as he shows off a bit for the rest of the lads.
COMBATSYS: Georgie has started a fight here.
"Strange, alright," is all Felicia says as she walks on her bare feet now. Well, if by bare one means the fur-clad and paw-padded things of her's were 'bare', well then yes. She stepped back away from the desk and walked to where they had more space, turning to face the man who was suddenly brandishing a knife at her. She put her feet at shoulder's-width apart and balanced herself on the tips of her feet, tail lashing as if restless.
COMBATSYS: Felicia has joined the fight here.
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Felicia 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Georgie
Just as the pair are ready, Burr says "Oh Georgie?". The man looks at him a moment, and he smiles "Don't forget. Ladies first!". The man looks annoyed, but nods "Right, boss". He then motions for her to come get him, and puts up his dukes, knife in hand
Felicia was not keen on approaching a guy wielding a knife like that, though since she was given a chance to cast the gauntlet, so to speak, she'd step closer and try to bat that knife hand of the man to see if his grip on it might be loosened. Of course, she did this by not moving almost at all, her tail instead whipping around to slap rather harshly at the man's hand and wrist!
COMBATSYS: Georgie blocks Felicia's Quick Punch.
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Felicia 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Georgie
With a quick move Georgie puts his arm up a bit, wincing as the tail lashes sting his hand. However, he keeps his grip on his knife. Grinning, he approaches her, commenting "Nice try love, but not good enough!". With that, he takes a swing with the short-edged blade!
COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Georgie's Knife Slash.
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Felicia 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Georgie
"Ow!" Felicia winces as she felt the knife be drawn across her arm as she raised it in defense, apparently the two were not pushovers, and were sort of trading blows, already. The pain was hot and fresh, but she was not backing down and already bringing one of those curvaceously strong muscled legs up and trying to give the man a jab with the ball of her foot.
COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Georgie with Light Kick.
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Felicia 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Georgie
Didn't see THAT one coming, he didn't!
Felicias kick nails Georgie smack in the face a moment before he tries to move to dodge! He reels a moment, before reaching into his pocket with a grunt, and tossing another, small knife at Felicia in his anger! "Play with THIS, then!
COMBATSYS: Georgie successfully hits Felicia with Knife Throw.
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Felicia 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Georgie
"C'mon, you don't really wanna hurt a nice cat like me, do ya--GRHK!" Of course, that was until the man suddenly slugs that knife and it impacts with her shoulder, gauging into it. She clutched at the spot where the man had hit her with the knife, with the same arm she had used to defend herself from the earlier slice, the wound there had seemed to stop bleeding already, however, oddly.
"Okay, hardball now," she bent her legs and squatted down quickly, before she sprung up and one of her rather large, white furred hands came up and around to clap the man on the side of his head, claws out.
COMBATSYS: Georgie fails to interrupt Cat Spike from Felicia with Counter Stab.
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Felicia 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Georgie
A scoff is her reply from Georgie as she says 'hardball' "Yea, i got your hard balls here love. Come 'n get em!". He sees her about to spring, and moves to try to intercept her with his knife!
What he doesn't expect is the sheer speed she is able to move at "Bloody he-GACK!". Her claws make deep furrows in his head, which bleed rather profusely! The shock of the injury stuns him a moment, and he can only stand there dazed staring at the blood on his hand and coming down his head!
"Didn't your mom teach you to be nice to cats?" Felicia's mouth is open in a bit of a surprised grin, realizing she's caught the man flat footed, and probably due to the fact she realizes how off-balance he is now that she caught him trying to stick him again. There was perhaps a little rush of some primal predatory glee there, which might have scared her, if this guy hadn't attacked her with a lethal weapon. More baser instincts had shoved aside guilt.
"Lets see how hard they are!" she brought her knee up hard, attempting to catch the man as she sprung up into the air, both feet trying to come down in a one-two kick.
COMBATSYS: Georgie endures Felicia's Delta Kick.
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Felicia 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Georgie
It's all Georgie can do to realize she's pressed the attack, let alone respond. By the time she's moved in, he can only resign himself to the blow, bracing for it.
The first blow lands cleanly into his groin, making all the other men in the room wince, some covering theirs with a hand just out of pained reflex. Even Burr winces at that one, giving a clap and a laugh!
The second hits as well, making him take a step back, bloodied and dazed a bit, but without missing a beat, he roars and surges forwards, sending a hard stab at her cleavage with all his might!
On seeing this, Burr raises an eyebrow in clear disapproval regardless of hit or miss, but says nothing as of yet, allowing it to play out.
COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Georgie's Cheap Shot.
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Felicia 1/---====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Georgie
Once Felicia lands, she whirls around a bit just in time for that knife to plunge in just above her breast. "AUGH!" she definitely feels it, it's not like the movies, where someone just falls over when they're stabbed or shot, no, muscles spasm in pain, and she reacts like a fish or anything else would when it's been met with sharp pain. She was a little scared now, but not for the way she was grinning before. This guy meant to do some serious harm to her.
Once she had regained her footing, she quickly diving and rolling toward the man, like a gymnast. Blood splattered against the floor of the warehouse as she moved toward him at blinding speed, intending to unleash a flurry of blows.
COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Georgie with Dancing Flash.
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Felicia 0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1 Georgie
It took everything left in poor 'ol Georgie to muster that last attack. Now with pain overwhelming him from the strike to the nads, he's COMPLETELY open and unable to do anything more than scream as the attack comes in, her clawed blows tearing into him viciously! He promptly passes out from trauma, and falls to the floor in a messy heap!
Clapping can be heard from behind the desk as Burr stands, smiling "Bravo, my dear! I feel you are more than capable for the job! You handled yourself quite well, and in as dangerous a situation as a bodyguard would likely have to face in the world!"
Looking to the side, he nods, and a pair of jaunty fellows come with a stretcher, one to check on her, and another two to put Georgie in a stretcher and carry him off, provided she doesn't try to finish him off!
COMBATSYS: Georgie takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Georgie can no longer fight.
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Felicia moved with blinding, inhuman speed. She wasn't human, she was a darkstalker. She had momentarily forgotten her own speed in strength with the combination of punches, kicks, scratches... finally she ends it with a kick that looks almost like she's doing a vertical split with it, sending the man sailing away. Once it was over, Felicia is breathing hard, reaching up to brush away sweat from her brow, a trickle of blood still ebbing from her chest area where she got stabbed in the bosom, more or less.
"Is... is he dead? oh god, what did I do, I think I went too hard!" she seemed to be panicking a little, quickly looking around even as the men came out to collect him.
Walking around the desk with a his cane clicking the ground as he walks casually, Burr is all smiles "Oh, i wouldn't worry about him. I have doctors standing by for just this occasion. I expected ONE of you might end up that way. More importantly, you have proven yourself MORE than capable of the job if you want it. If so, we have some formalities to attend to, a bit of paperwork, you know. So what is your decision?". He stares her in the eyes with a hint of mania, almost as if he can't wait to hear her response!
"I... sure, sure, we can do something together, maybe, long as none of you come at me with a switchblade again," she cast a wild-eyed look to the men around her, which was more surprised and maybe a bit scared then crazy or threatening. "That man, is he going to be okay?" she stepped closer to Burr, not sure of how she felt at the moment.
With a grin, Burr puts his hat to his heart "I have some very talented medical staff. If he is going to be so, they will ensure it". As she looks around at the rest of the crew, he puts an arm over her shoulder as they turn to leave, whispering "Don't worry. They have orders to look but not touch, and the reason their also here to see this is so they can see what could happen to them if they TRY anything without your consent, if you get my drift". He gives a wink as they leave the warehouse, with his men moving to clean up everything behind them!
Log created on 20:19:23 05/01/2015 by Felicia, and last modified on 00:01:05 05/02/2015.