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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 8, 2004 10:21:52 GMT -5
This is a thread for Vincent Scott Hanson only and any other characters which I add in.
Here this is a small rpg section for Sephie to wait out for the time when he'll be contacted via Mr Trent, to get ready and go to the Russian embassy. After that this thread will end and you will join the main thread. (I'll explain it when the time comes)
Thankyou,
Regina.
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 8, 2004 10:24:21 GMT -5
[OOC- You decide where you are at the moment,...and a contact will approach you late this evening at the "Bulls Vaults Bar" you were told by your employers Umbrella Green that she'll be an obvious contact, wearing an Umbrella logo pin on her blouse.]
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 8, 2004 12:25:53 GMT -5
It was rush hour, just a little after 6. Vincent shrugged as he sat on the bar stool in front of the bar in the Bulls Valuts Bar. He was out of work pretty much, had almost no family left, running out of money, and just about all of his friends had deserted him. He only had his place, his fighting, and his weapons. He ordered a glass of soda since he wasn't too keen on alchahol due to it's effects on fogging up the mind. No matter what he stayed true to his fighting discipline - he must stay focused and ready to battle at all times. No matter what.
He sighed again. (Ready at all times... for what? A sudden invasion of ninjas into a random bar in the middle of London, England? Hah. I wish. Then I'd actually have something to do.) He downed the last of his soda and looked around, hopefully making eye contact with someone he could talk to... Sitting in a bar alone isin't the most entertaining thing to do, and he was more than bored.
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 9, 2004 6:37:15 GMT -5
The landlord (ie, barkeeper) spoke to the stranger.
"You seem a little down there lad, want another drink?" Smiling the middle-aged man indicated the empty glass.
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 9, 2004 12:32:08 GMT -5
Vincent shrugged and nodded his head.
"Sure. A little soda never hurt anyone... to my recollection at least. Say... have you heard of anyone looking for a rent-a-cop or body guard? I'm so strapped for work it's not funny..."
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 9, 2004 13:44:50 GMT -5
The landlord chuckled slightly.
"Sir,..this is Yorkshire, we're not exactly the most action packed place."
Placing down another soda for the man, the landlord smiled and said:
"Tell ya what, hows about you work here for me? As you can see I'm the only one manning the bar, and besides if you're in a pickle I'd be more than happy to get ya on your feet."
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 9, 2004 14:46:11 GMT -5
Vincent got a sudden look of thought on his face. "Really? Hmm... Well, lert's give it a few nights. I'll hang around, and if I like the place and don't find any other work, I'd be glad to help you out. And assuming I'm quick with my hands, I could probably help you behind the bar when things get busy too. Yeah, this doesn't sound too bad. If I don't find anything today or tomorrow, I'll join in." He nodded and smiled. This sounded like a good idea. Being a bar bouncer didn't sound all that bad. And he could possibly have some fun with the drinks, introduce some old Native American drinks to the old bar... This could be fun!
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 10, 2004 15:19:35 GMT -5
The Landlord smiled and said;
"Well, ya seem like an honest guy; and I haven't had much luck with finding some help here,..my old barmaid left for University the other day, she was like family ya know."
The man sighed slightly.
"I never was close with my real family, but working here in this community is far better than blood realtions. We all help one another out, and I'm always one for helping out a person in need....*reasling look on his face.*....forgive me sir, my name is Daniel Copeland, but you can call me Dan."
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 10, 2004 21:57:19 GMT -5
Vincent extended his hand for shaking, and shook Dan's hand.
"The name's Vincent. Vincent Scott Hanson. It's certainly nice to meet you Dan, and it's even more kind of you to offer me a job without even knowing my name. I don't know how I wound up in this town being a bodyguard and bouncer and all, I guess it just seems the populace attracted me here..." He pasued a moment in thought. It was a girl who brought him here, and left him coldly with a broken heart. Other than that, he liked all of the people he had met here, and it seemed just living here had eased the pain of losing another woman he liked. He shrugged. "Anyway, onto a lighter topic. Are there any local martial arts training areas or rifle associations?"
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 14, 2004 11:20:13 GMT -5
Dan laughed slightly. "Bodyguard...bouncer?" He poured a drink for a man who was waiting for some ale, he seemed like a farmer.....and also a regular customer as the landlord knew exactly what to get him.
"This isn't a place for those kinds of rough bars, this is just the local pub,...ya know a place for the locals to sit and chat, just a friendly atmosphere is here really." He scratched his head in thought. "The only weapons centre is miles from here,.....but I suppose you can practice your martial arts in the back rooms,...it's too cold outside this time o' year, and you could always pratice in ya room ey?"
Dan smiled at Vincent. "The job would just be helping out with the bar, changing barrels and getting the supplies out, cleaning up etc.....*Sighs*....me back's kicked in, I had a bad fall changing one of the barrels the other week. I hope this place ain't to boring for ya, and that you'd still want the job?"
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 14, 2004 14:43:03 GMT -5
Vincent lightened up.
"I'm positive this place would be a good place for me to work. The only thing I'm worried about is... well, that doesn't need to be mentioned now. We'll worry about it if it happens. Anyhow, yes, I'd love to help you out. Is there anything I can help you with now? I think I may turn in sometime shortly, I'm not sure, lack of entertainment until now. I think I'll stay an hour or two more... what is it, 8:45? Sure. I'll come help you for a little while, then head home, look into that weapon centre a little."
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 15, 2004 10:24:54 GMT -5
"Not to worry chap!"
Dan smiled as he cleaned another glass and poured himself a drink of coke.
"The nights winding down now, they'll soon find there way home."
He had a look of realisation on his face."Oh sorry Vincent, would you like to get to your room? It ain't masculine, the wallpapers pink...what with Lisa living here she demanded her own colour scheme."
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 15, 2004 12:03:45 GMT -5
Vincent laughed. "Wonderful! A pink room! What more could I ask for?" He grinned and laughed again. "In a few. I'll help you close down first, with your back and all."
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 16, 2004 6:51:01 GMT -5
Dan laughed.
"It ain't so bad, ya can customise how you like if ya decide to stay longer."
Loking down at his watch Dan smiled and said. "I start to close down at about 10.30, and at the moment it's just nearlly 9, so hang back for a bit ok."
"Hey, Vincent....what brings you here anyway, I wouldn't expect a man like you to visit this quaint ol' place."
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 16, 2004 12:28:50 GMT -5
"Well... that's kind of a long story." Vincent shrugged. "I guess I can trust you... I once worked for S.T.A.R.S. America. I was one of their head huntsmen. In raids I'd be the first one to go in. I rarely got hit, except for the one time, obviously." Vincent pointed to the scar over his cheek and eye. "When Umbrella corp started attacking the company, I went on my own personal political raids to keep us going. In the end the took us down, and have certain hostilities with me. So I went, changed my name to what it is now, Wandered around, found a girl, followed her here, and just as I got settled in she left. I'm living in a hotel at the moment, she took the apartment and most of my stuff... Thankfully she didn't take any of my essentials, my gear." He shrugged again. "Such is life in the fast lane. I figure here I'll be safe from the Umbrella corp and they'll never be able to track me down to such a small, unnoticed town." Vincent sighed this time. "And yes, I have thought about joining S.T.A.R.S. England, but... I don't want the corp's hostilities towards me make them attack another good company... Ya know? It's about time I settled down and started being peaceful and all..."
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