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 [Fort Frolic, Cocktail Lounge] The End of the Work Day

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PostSubject: Re: [Fort Frolic, Cocktail Lounge] The End of the Work Day   Wed Mar 25, 2009 6:57 pm

-Oliver saw Miss Romero's shock, as well as Murdoch's reassurance, still holding the man by his coat. He hadn't known the man's arm was broken, and regretted furthering his injury. He turns to the lady in their company, his right hand leaving the man's coat to gesture towards her, as Nathaniel waved to the Camera-

...this isn't what it looks like.

-Oliver turns, smacking his right fist into the man's face. He hit him in the cheek, then spoke to him, in the same mild tone-

I'm saving your life.

-Oliver then pulls him by the shoulders, putting a knee in his gut, enough to make him hunch over... but his apparent victim didn't get the crumpling reaction and sickly feeling that such a blow normally gave. He quickly pulled him out of the Security Camera's sight before he could recover from the faux attack, which wouldn't take very long. Oliver threw the stranger into the chair he was sitting in previously, looking him straight in the eyes-

If you're as close to Ryan as you say you are you need to watch who you're seen around. Looking at the cameras as you walk through here, and just happening upon a blind spot where someone like me is sitting...

-He looked around. Thankfully the sparse crowd around the area hadn't noticed, the Security Camera having the only evidence of this, and false evidence. This man would be safe-

It looks bad for you. Really bad. Don't think just because you're his butler he won't rid himself of you at the first hint of betrayal.

-Oliver reached into his longcoat, his motions hurried now, placing a First Aid Kit on the table. Asking Murdoch in an urgent tone for a pen, but doing it politely, he writes something on the bottom of the inside of the First Aid Kit's tin box. He then shoves it into the man's hands, turning to Murdoch and his lady friend-

Tell our friend I had to cancel, Murdoch. I'll see you at work tomorrow. Miss Romero... I regret our first meeting was interrupted by these circumstances.

-Oliver looks behind him, as if expecting something, his expression telling that it was as he had expected, and not good. He looked back to the stranger-

Don't use the kit until later, they need to see the damage. You were mugged for no reason. He got away.

-Oliver ran towards the gathered crowd of people, his figure combusting as his essence spread forcibly outward. Midnight blue rose petals flowed to the ground slowly in his wake... just as two Rapture Security officials approached the bloodied man in Oliver's chair. They gave a passive glance at Murdoch and Miss Romero, but turned back to the strange, indicating that they were only here for him and they needn't worry-

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PostSubject: Re: [Fort Frolic, Cocktail Lounge] The End of the Work Day   Wed Mar 25, 2009 10:09 pm

Evelyn felt slightly reassured by Mr. Murdoch's gesture. He seemed to know Oliver pretty well, and therefore most likely knew whether or not this was okay. Oliver confirmed her hope that he wasn't actually enraged when he spoke his next few sentences. It appeared that he was in fact helping this man. What a strange way to help someone! If Oliver was this worried about the newcomer being seen with him... Who was Oliver, anyway?

Evelyn watched Oliver scurry away from the table and was shocked to see him dissolve into something that looked similar to petals. Could those really have been petals? She'd heard something about a new plasmid which allowed people to disappear and leave rose petals behind, but those were supposed to be pink or red, and these were definitely neither. Evelyn felt like she'd never lived through a more confusing five minutes before in her life. She turned towards the harassed man sitting next to her and tried to see whether he was satisfied with the outcome of the encounter. As she looked at him, she realized that his arm was hanging limply by his side, and a bit of further investigation revealed a small pool of blood on the floor under it. Evelyn felt the familiar twist in her stomach which always came with the sight of blood and looked quickly at the man's face to ascertain the damage. This second analysis of his face was no more helpful than the first, however, and she couldn't figure out whether he was experiencing major pain or not.

While she was examining the new addition to the coffee table crew, two Rapture Security officials stalked up. They gave her a dismissive look and concentrated more on the wounded gentleman. Unsure of the best course of action, Evelyn sat a little straighter in her chair and prepared to defend the man if they accused him of anything incorrect.
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PostSubject: Re: [Fort Frolic, Cocktail Lounge] The End of the Work Day   Wed Mar 25, 2009 11:08 pm

Murdoch winced as Oliver delivered blows to the face and groin of Nathaniel. Despite hearing what Oliver said, Murdoch couldn't understand what he meant when he said he was 'saving' him, but before he could get a word in edgewise Oliver ran off down the hall and disappeared.

"Yeah... I'll see you... tomorrow..." Murdoch said to, by now, no one. He flashed a smile to Evelyn whose face betrayed a look of bewilderment at Oliver's actions. His eyes followed her gaze to Nathaniel's arm, which was bleeding pretty badly. Murdoch didn't see Oliver do anything to injure it other than throw him in the chair so he assumed that Nathaniel had somehow hurt himself before coming to this lounge.

"Listen, pal, I'm no doctor, but I think you'd do wisely to get down to Medical Pavilion on the double. I don't think the bartender is going to want your blood all over his nice furniture," Murdoch said, shooting a glance toward the bartender.

Within a few seconds they were joined by more people, these guys appeared to be part of Sullivan's security detail here in Fort Frolic. Murdoch looked at one of them, and then the other. They probably patrolled the Fort for the most part, since Murdoch hadn't seem them before in his life. They seemed to be less interested in him and more in Nathaniel, and, quite frankly, that was fine with Murdoch. He had already had enough trouble for one night.

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PostSubject: Re: [Fort Frolic, Cocktail Lounge] The End of the Work Day   Thu Mar 26, 2009 3:00 pm

Nathaniel groaned, he knew Oliver was saving his life but it still hurt. and now he sat slumped in the chair he had been thrown in with a First aid kit in his hand, when he saw some of sullivan's guys approaching.
Nathaniel quickly placed the first aid kit within his coat and wedged it inbetween the chains that were hidden there.

he turned to Murdoch, "tell your friend I said thanks"
next he spoke to the lady whos name he still did not know.
"I am terribly sorry about all this and the trouble I have caused to you and your friends"

The security officials had now arrived and the man on the right started talking, a big burly fellow who looked like an ape.
"Nathaniel Alexander Spenston, you are to come with us straight to sullivan himself"... -the guy looked at his fellow companion and gave an ugly grin- he says you picked the wrong company to stay with tonight and now things have to be sorted out"

Nathaniel took on the most authorative and angry voice he could
"And where did Sullivans orders come from, and why am I the one being detained whilst some guy Muggs me and you let him go freely"?

-the security official on the right snorted- "Sullivan saw fit to order that you be detained"

"and do you know how much authority sullivan has over me"? "do you know how much he has over Sander Cohen, or Dr Steinmen, or Diane McClintock"?
"in other words, none, and he sure as hell has no authority over me, so if you wanna go whinging and complaining, you can go run back to him and tell him that "Eagle" said not to forget what happened last month"

the Security escort just stared at Nathaniel before he gave a dismissive hand gesture and told them "why dont you go get yourselves a drink or something"?
the one that looked like an ape brightened up at that and walked off with his partner who had been unidentifiable due to the amount of clothing he wore, following behind.

Nathaniel slumped back into his chair and pulled out the first aid kit he had been given... and on it scrawled with a black marker were the words "The Fighting McDonagh's, Room 5"

Nathaniel looked over at Murdoch, "you know how you said before that I should go to the medicall pavillion" -He pulled out his long chain and started wrapping it around his good hand- "well, I kinda pissed of Steinmen... alot"
-he took off his jacket revealing the bone that was protruding from his arm (the lower part just under the elbow)- "so I would rather not go back there"
-Nathaniel grimaced at what he was about to do- "if either of you are queesy then turn away now" as he said that he rose his arm with the chain wrapped around it... paused for a moment and then brought it down. Hard.

-Nathaniel Gasped in pain as stars exploded across his vision- however the bone was back inside his arm.
he then looked up at the lady realising something and in a kind voice he said, "umm I am terribly sorry about this but you do undoubtedly know my name, but I do not believe I heard your name"?


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PostSubject: Re: [Fort Frolic, Cocktail Lounge] The End of the Work Day   Thu Mar 26, 2009 8:33 pm

((Apologizing for long posts? Have you ever seen Who_is_Atlas? post? XD))

-Unbeknowest to them, Oliver had reappeared toward the Rapture Metro, and walked casually to the bathysphere station as if nothing was wrong. Teleport here in Fort Frolic wasn't as startling as one might think, and Oliver easily slipped through the crowd. He knew that Murdoch would be confused, and that he had probably ruined any chance of either of them seeing Miss Romero again. It was a shame of him to ruin that for Murdoch, too. Oliver thought as he entered the bathysphere, selecting the Farmer's Market...

Maybe he should've just let Ryan's dog lie?-

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PostSubject: Re: [Fort Frolic, Cocktail Lounge] The End of the Work Day   Fri Mar 27, 2009 3:58 pm

Evelyn eyed Mr. Spenston, as she heard him called, incredulously when he began ordering the two buffoons to leave him alone and go have a drink. What a night she was having. First, she discovered that Oliver was someone that could jeopardize the safety of one who was seen with him. Now she was in the presence of one who was above authority. She glanced curiously over at Mr. Murdoch. Perhaps he had a story, as well. After all, he was friends with Oliver. Maybe he, too, was dangerous company.

This thought sent a ripple of rebellion through Evelyn. She had never been one to interfere with politics, but she wasn't willing to let the politics of Rapture interfere with her life. Perhaps she should speak with Mr. Murdoch and invite him to join her tomorrow night at Kashmir, and to bring Oliver along if possible. The bar tender of Kashmir had extended an offer, which she had accepted, to come in tomorrow night with a few friends. Evelyn was slightly worried for the bar tender's safety, since the occasion of their meeting was a rather threatening one to him. He might need the extra help tomorrow. Who could help better than someone who could disappear into thin air? Yes, this would be a good plan. She would just have to wait for the proper moment to speak with Mr. Murdoch. Rapturian politics wouldn't stop her from becoming better acquainted with these intriguing gentlemen.

All of this flew through Evelyn's head while Mr. Spenston was commanding the guards. When they walked away, she turned her attention back to him, only to see that he was about to engage in a maneuver which would almost certainly make her lose her composure. She quickly looked out the window. It wasn't so horrible, really, but the sight of such things always gave Evelyn that awful feeling in her stomach, and she would much rather avoid it. The sound alone was enough to make her wince, but she was able to turn back to him when it was over and give a tentative smile.

"Yes, I'm afraid those gentlemen left me with no doubt as to your name, Mr. Spenston. I'm Evelyn Romero. It's a pleasure to meet you, although I do wish we'd met under better circumstances. I hope you won't let this shade your memory of the occasion." Her smile grew more confident as she spoke. Evelyn always had enjoyed meeting new people.
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PostSubject: Re: [Fort Frolic, Cocktail Lounge] The End of the Work Day   Mon Apr 06, 2009 11:31 pm

Murdoch eyed Nathaniel carefully as well as Sullivan's men. Seemingly, the only difference between these two gents and the common street thug was that these guys were appointed to be official thugs. Murdoch clenched his hand beneath the table as he watched the exchange of words continue. The last few minutes had a very surreal quality to them, and if Murdoch didn't know that he was wide awake, he very might well expect to wake up in his room back in Apollo Square.

Eventually the guards retreated back whence they came, and Murdoch relaxed visibly. He had gotten a little too wound up, despite the fact that they were not here for him. His concern returned to Nathaniel's wound, but in a brutal moment Nathaniel had adjusted the bone back into his body. Murdoch inhaled slightly as he did it, but Murdoch was able to watch all the same.

Murdoch nodded thoughtfully. "Steinman has that tendency to get in a sorry spat with just about anyone. Well, if you can't go see him, then I suggest you administer some bandages, and properly this time," Murdoch said. "Anyway, my name is Daniel Murdoch, but most people call me by my last name."

Murdoch began to extend a hand, but then realized the futility of such a gesture as Nathaniel's hands were either occupied or useless at the moment. He smiled self-consciously. "Forgive me, mate, bad habit. I'm a little too cordial, sometimes," he said.

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PostSubject: Re: [Fort Frolic, Cocktail Lounge] The End of the Work Day   Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:56 am

Nathaniel stretched out his hand to to shake Murdoch's before realising it was still chained up, "well your not the only one who still believes in a little common curtesy".

He grinned and put his hand down. "again, I am soo sorry to cause this much trouble -Nathaniel looked left and right searching for something before adding-, you know I can't believe that worked". Nathaniel waited for his words to sink in before adding "either the men sullivan is hiring are all complete gorrilas or he just aint training them at all".


"and as for Steinmen -he paused thinking on how to say it- well most people do get under his skin... but I mean I really really pissed him off". He paused thinking of how to convey just how angry steinmen would be at him.
"If I were to go back in there he would come at me with a scalpel and a yell quicker then a hoodlum to an unguarded bag of gold".

Nathaniel sat back with a sigh and wondered of what had become of his moonshine absinthe when he spotted the smashed bottle a few feet away, He shrugged, mustve happened when Oliver grabbed me.

Nathaniel quickly unwound the chain from his fist and put it within his jacket slung across his shoulder, then with the First aid kit Oliver had thrown at him, he attempted to bandage his bleeding arm
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PostSubject: Re: [Fort Frolic, Cocktail Lounge] The End of the Work Day   Tue Apr 07, 2009 4:45 pm

Nate stepped out of the bathysphere and made his way towards the main atrium of Fort Frolic. Removing his 8-point hat, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He placed it back on his head and adjusted his duty belt. God, he hated this place at night. The raucous laughter, the heavy cloud of cigarette and cigar smoke, the faint but nauseatingly sweet smell of alcohol. All of it was morphine. Morphine for the patients of Rapture trying to forget what was inevitably on the horizon. Ryan had flipped his shit, and Fontaine all but had a stranglehold on Neptune’s Bounty. Nate stopped sending his officers down to the wharf despite the behest of Sullivan. If Andrew Ryan wants his officers to keep up the raids on Fontaine’s businesses, he’d better get them a howitzer. Fontaine Futuristics has been turning out fucking supermen. What was worse, these supermen seemed to have a few screws loose. Probably due to all that goddamned splicing.

Nate was headed for the cocktail lounge. Apparently some guy named Spenston was down there and Sullivan wanted him brought to his office. Nate recalled the conversation he had with Sullivan before he sent him down here.

“I need to have a little one on one with him,” Sullivan said, kooshing out his cigar in an ashtray on his desk.

“What for?”

“You let me worry about that, Nate. Let’s just say this comes down from Ryan. Not liking what he’s seeing out of this guy.” Sullivan casually nodded over to one of the security cameras in the hallway outside his office. Nate rolled his eyes. Sullivan shrugged, “You know the deal, Nate. That’s how he is, what with Fontaine and all.” Sullivan chuckled, “Don’t worry. Ryan’s not interested in your Polish ass.”

Sullivan then told Nate he sent down Lawson and Midge to pick this guy Spenston up, and Nate knew why Sully told him. Lawson and Midge were guys Sully hired straight of the docks in Neptune’s Bounty, specifically for the purpose of working Fontaine’s guys over. These guys were officers so that they would get to be bullies. They were a not-so-subtle intimidation for Spenston, giving him incentive to see Sullivan. Sullivan told Nate, because Sully knew Nate would head down to Fort Frolic to make sure those two gorillas didn’t put Spenston in a hospital. Out of all the sergeants in Rapture security, Nate Kowalski was one of the few Lawson and Midge listened to…mostly because Nate broke Lawson’s arm once before.

Nate passed Sophie’s salon, shaking his head at the horde of women inside. Broads, he thought to himself. Either there’s a shoe sale or Bobby Darin is modeling underwear. Nate entered the cocktail lounge and immediately saw the two goons at the bar laughing and downing what passed for beer in this joint. Nate slapped Lawson on the back of the head. Lawson turned slowly, ready to lay out the guy who touched him. Lawson’s face dropped when he saw Nate. “Oh, hey, Sarge.”

“What the fuck are you mooks doing? You’re on duty.” Lawson hesitated at Nate’s question and looked pleadingly at Midge. “Spenston told us he didn’t want to go yet. Told us to grab a drink.”

Nate looked stonefaced at the two losses for a moment. This isn’t what he expected. He was worried these guys were going to work Spenston over, and the guy tells them to take a powder. Knuckleheads. “You listened to him?”

“He says we don’t have any authority. That he works for Ryan, not Sullivan.” Nate looked around the lounge and spotted who he thought had to be Spenston. Nate had seen him a few times around Ryan’s office. He wasn’t exactly sure what Spenston did, but it must have been important with the frequency he was around Ryan. Spenston was seated with a woman that he had seen in Eve’s Garden on one of the many nights he had to roust drunks out of there. Pretty girl. Didn’t have the “equipment” her friends did in that joint, but she was easy on the eyes. Across from the woman was a well-dressed gentleman with a cup of coffee. Nate didn’t recognize him, but the way the guy carried himself suggested upper crust. Probably a doctor.

It was at this point Nate noticed how Spenston was hunched over slightly and was bandaging his arm. He grabbed Midge by his uniform shirt. “What the fuck? You guys give him the business?”

“N-no, Sarge. Honest! Honest, he was like that when we seen him!” Nate released Midge, pushing him back down on his stool. “You…you want us to bring him to Sullivan, Sarge.”

“No, I’ll do it. Just stay here and try not to do anything to strain yourselves. Like think.” Nate walked over to the table, removing his 8-point hat and running his hand through his short-cropped brown hair. Nate stepped up beside Spenston, placing his hand on Spenston’s uninjured shoulder.

“Mr. Spenston? Sorry, but Chief Sullivan wants a word.” Nate looked over at the two sitting opposite Spenston. “Sorry to disturb your evening, folks.”

Nate leaned forward and spoke low into Spenston’s ear, so that the others couldn’t hear. “You know Sullivan is going to have you in his office one way or another. Believe me, I’m helping you. Come with me. Talk to Sullivan and get this over with.” Nate looked up and saw that the woman looked startled by all the goings on. He smiled and nodded to her. “Ma’am.”
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