Description: The SIN spider interrupts the festivities and general party atmosphere the MAD GEAR have put together for the boys and girl. Is Juri there to make nice or make some more enemies? Either way she has an agenda.
Underneath Metro Bridge, one of Mad Gear's last remaining lieutenants holds court. In front of a flaming barrel, on a half-disemboweled upholstered chair, is Damnd, puffing on a marijuana blunt and holding a bottle of rum in his left hand. He laughs along with the other goons, who are gathered around the fire, the whole crew partying with their drugs of choice. Sometimes alcohol, sometimes cannabis, sometimes harder drugs, this gathering represents a considerable portion of the criminal element in Metro City. Too bad the cops are afraid to come here - they could make plenty of busts. This is Mad Gear at home, at play, where they're confident - where they're vulnerable.
Thise is a slovenly parody of the underworld she is part of, Men carousing in such fashion as to be fall-down drunk and so high on substances they don't even seem to be present on this plane of existence. Crude, dirty and violent, a rabble like militia compared to the orderly militariy like fashion Shadaloo had upheld. But this style had its charms, Mixed reactions of catcalls and recognition and fear float through some of the faces. Her bare feet pad on the ground unfraid of the razor like shards of glass and whatever rusty or unhygienic crap is lying around here, After all those things are only perhaps the second or third most dangerous kind of trash she expects to find under the bridge.
That slow stride and arms resting on her hips the small Korean woman has little trouble picking her way through the crowd people only beginning to pay attention to her after she has passed, like she was trailing silence and worry in her wake and silencing many of the still cogniscent party goers. Taking it all in with a interested scan of the scene her comment is one of a general astonishment, It's not often she has the pleasure of viewing such open debauchery
"Looks like you are celebrating BIG! You must be doing pretty well for yourself eh?"
Damnd catches attention of the woman through the responses of his thugs, his status as a major player demanding that he stay aware of his surroundings, even when partying. He blows a cloud of marijuana smoke before slurping some rum, the Jamaican brawler grinning at Juri, not recognizing her. Big mistake. "Hey, dere, shortie," Damnd begins, still sitting in his chair, king of this feast. "Ya, we doin' pretty good. Got some new friends. Friends are always good, mon, right? So, sexy, why don't you come over here and sit on Damnd's lap, eh?" he says with a predatory look hidden by his shades, thinking this girl is another prostitute or hood rat - even with her odd manner of dress, and her lack of footwear. Which Damnd notices, but doesn't say anything, his first clue that this encounter is unusual.
That scandalous style of dress and gentle swaying fluid motion she has when she moves contributes to her exotic and sensual appeal, something the Sin spiders most venomous appeal. Friends he had said, perhaps if this trash was riding on the coat tails of some other gang or organization she was in the wrong place but.. 'Friends' contributing to their success was an interesting proposition. The spider places one foot in front of the other as she walks closer, the party going atmosphere is a little dulled by her appearance but seems to hot right back up as she walks up to and then takes a seat half on his lap and half on the throne itself. A few drunken cheers erupt form the sidelines as well as some more catcalls. The sinuous taekwondoka is heavier than she looks and there’s nothing hiding that cool demeanour and amused sparkle in her eyes.
"Why not Indeed. It makes it harder for you to get away while we talk."
For all the soft words Juri lifts a leg and sets it on the opposing arm of the chair and makes herself comfortable. Most of the fun is kind of over and this guy REALLY isn't her type at all she had wanted to have words and right now, this was as private a conference as she was likely to get.
"It seems like you are carving this town up pretty good, I just thought I should come and let you know where MY slice is going to come from so we can avoid unpleasantness."
Possibly never has having a pretty girl on your lap been more unpleasant in the history of the world. As pleasant as she is to look at, Bitch is talking business and being condescending in that. But she is also keeping it quiet enough the men haven't caught on yet. Something Juri bargained on, if things went south this little gang might be bereft of it's leader before they even managed to put their drinks and party favours aside.
Damnd grins widely with those yellow teeth as Juri saunters over and sits on his lap, very pleased with himself - until she starts talking business. Damnd puffs on his marijuana, a very potent variety that the stoners call 'headies' or 'heads', as he listens. "Listen, I got a job to do. My boss, maybe he don't like yo' boss. Mon, I don't care - if you don't know de Duke, den you don't talk to me like dat. I gotta do what I gotta do. And ev'rybody - well, dey gotta pay. So you listen to /me/, mon - you pay de Duke, or you don't get protection. I don't care how pretty a ho dey send me." He leans back in his chair, blowing smoke in Juri's face. "Dat's de situation."
So that's how it is, middle management. This was a waste of Juri Han's time, but perhaps it was still worth sending a message here after all. As the smoke wafts into her face her lips split to reveal her own small white teeth in a vicious smile. There is a movement inside her left eye as something slides down over the iris and clicks into place, a flash of purple light bursts into existence, like a stage light blasting through the fog and smoke. Pushing inexorably with her foot she pries the opposing armrest and side off the chair with all the effort and intent to do harm of a shrug. Toppling the chair and hopefully its occupant.This kind of setback was just an annoying detour, and since this was an interest outside the scope of her employment it was best fewer people knew about it the better.
"I don't really have time to ~stroke your ego~ or pretend to be all weak and docile to get what I want. So I'll make it clear. I'll crush you underfoot if you get in my way. ~was that clear enough~"
The rasp of a honeyed file in the ear as her syrupy sweet voice polishes off the steely growl her voice had begun the sentence as.. Her hands on the gentle swell of her hip and bare abdomen, surrounded by punks and thugs of all description she is supremely confident.
Damnd emits a shout as he's kicked over, rum going everywhere as he rolls out of the chair and comes to a halt. He sits up, shaking his head back and forth, and glares at Juri with crooked sunglasses. "I'll tell my boss about it, but don't expect any favors. I'm de last t'ing you gotta worry about if you upset de Duke," Damnd states, standing back up and grabbing his rum. The blunt finished, he drops it at his feet. "Because it'd be a shame to mess up dat pretty face, I won't try t' send a message to yo' bosses. Just tell dem dat it's not my decision. /Peace/."
Hmph, this is a real disappointment, Unless this 'Duke' had some real power (but is probably some juiced up upcoming gang banger) she could probably just take this whole sorry lot over, the problem being she really doesn't want to. The whole 'people' thing and trash to boot was a complete turn off. Juri toys with her options, but picking a fight with a bunch of stoned drunks who maybe aren't even sure on their feet just isn't all that appealing, leaving a message with them or making a message out of them. They might not even remember who had done it to them! She takes the comment about her pretty face as her due though and the purplish light in her eye dulls and winks out. A hand waved in front of her face to disperse some of the remaining smoke blown into face in that languid and slow manner. Juri teases in her own way.
"I would have expected a little more flailing angrily.. (about insulting him or dumping him out of his chair?) but you seem to be jumping to conclusions. There are no bosses, and no partners. I'm just taking a piece of this town as my VERY own because I can have some fun with that. You can run tell you 'boss' about it."
Her voice is overly loud this time, she's broadcasting loud and clear and the party atmosphere is drying up. They know who she is, those capable of fights. Her savagery in and outside the ring has been televised and in many cases cause for censors to edit and cut short the fight. They know to be afraid of what she can do, and also who some of her bosses are and were, bosses that aren't in the picture any more.
"I was really looking forward to a ~good workout~ as well, so you've already disappointed me some. Try to come through for me ~one this one little thing~. Okay"
Damnd snorts at Juri, noticing how afraid his men are. Maybe he underestimated her - oh well, he'll have to get the full story later. "You listen to /me/," Damnd says, jamming his thumb into his muscular brown chest. "You want to take over dis city, you need friends. You can't do it alone. So I'll tell you what - you talk to my boss, de Duke. Maybe you can work wit' us, not against us. I don't know who you t'ink you are, but dis city belongs to de smart, not de strong. Belger t'ought he could be tough, and he was wrong. Dere's always someone tougher." He taps the side of his head. "But de Mayor, he doesn't have dis. De brain." He finishes off his rum, before hurling the bottle into the river.
Mirthful laughter bubbles up from within Juri Han, there was nobody left here who rivalled Vega, they were all fighting over scraps since that man's disappearance. Shadaloo was re-consolidating and SIN was busy both influencing and absorbing personnel and equipment from its parent organization whenever it could, animals turned on one another. The tiny Korean woman advances arms spread wide and gesture animated and expressive.
"Idiot, there always are just a few men at the top are they're all trying to be that 'one that controls it all' You say you can't rise tot he top without friends but the people that do rise don't have friends. They have lackeys and soldiers."
Theres no doubt which one she is inferring there, that familiar tone taken with 'Duke' and how they were friends. Toadies, lackeys, cannon fodder; more boring and useless people who would turn or run if they had the chance because they weren't afraid enough to stand and fight. A lifetime in Shadaloo colours her thoughts and her ambitions much more than she could ever realise, the most hated man in her universe also an ideal of how to lead, though fear and power.
"So, so! maybe you're all just expendable footsoldiers someone can buy with a few nice words! -or- just useful enough to keep the cops busy. Doesn't matter to me unless you make the mistake of pissing me off or getting in my way."
Damnd shakes his head, picking his chair back up and sitting back down. "I don't care what you t'ink, Mad Gear is based on friendship. Dese boys here, dey ain't my slaves - de my bruddahs. And if you hurt my bruddahs, I'll have to get nasty. You can fight, sure, I heard dat - but can you fight being in an exploding car? A crashing airplane? A collapsing building? You just t'ink about dat. Because if Mad Gear falls on you, it won't be a bunch of t'ugs, and dere won't be a next time. But I'm sure you could promise me de same. Now, run along now, de Damnd man has a party to run."
Those gesturing hands are lowersed and for the first time Juri bothers to straighten up to her full height, like a recoil of surprise form that gentle constant slouch which she immediately returns to, cocking her head to the side as she is completely dumbfounded by the threat
"You have to be kidding. Would you like to know where you guys rate in terms of the monsters in this world?.. pretty, Damn, Low."
Was that kind of threat for real? The cant of her head and disbelieving look on her face inadequately can express for her the absurdity of threatening Juri Han, especially when it doesn't even look like they have the power to do more than talk about it.
I'll give you a counter proposal, if you get in my way I'll take one 'Bruddah' as payment. If you care a whole lot for them, you keep them away from me."
That was just plain common sense, everyone kept away from her this was almost a formalization of unwritten laws. That definitely killed the party atmosphere for pretty much everyone clear or sober enough to follow their conversation.
"Tell your boss he can contact me and try to renegotiate terms if he wants but that's pretty damn fair."
She half turns and straightens after delivering her own proposal and stretches her hands up behind ehr head, a picture of someone bored and habitually accentuating her figure. She's made her point, maybe less tactufully than she had planned but she is a creature of the moment and adaptation. But shes also knows when shes worn out ehr welcome, shes brought the party down, a complete bitch. But that just makes her smile wider as she decides she is done here.
Damnd snorts at this, still arrogant enough to believe that whoever Juri is working for - and it must be someone, he's never heard of her in the local rackets - is someone that Duke can deal with. "Ya ya, I'll tell him. Peace out. Again." He leans back in his chair, and watches his men, who have gone silent at this point. "What are all of you lookin' at? C'mon, let's party!" The festivities continue, but now, there's an aire of worry from Damnd's men.
Log created on 17:21:24 04/21/2012 by Juri, and last modified on 21:10:56 04/21/2012.