CoC - Louisiana Woods

Fourier

Dayton had the taxi drop him off two buildings down from the warehouse whose address he'd gotten from the city directory.

Apparently a worker at the docks had seen something like what he had seen with Joesphine all those years ago. It didn't bare thinking about too much, he tried not to, but the boys description had been eerily similar. Not exactly the same, but...coworker romance, cheated on him, went to confront her new lover, only to find...

Anyway, here he was. In the rain. On some street along the docks in the Algiers. Some luck, he would have been moving on from New Orleans soon and then this struck.

Gary 'Galadriel' Burton had walked here, apparently this is where Joey was last seen. As big a name as Gary had made for himself in the Lousiana boxing circuit, he'd have never gotten his first big break without Gary. When Joey's sister said he was missing he had to help. Even more so given Joey's last call. "I'd lay low kid, they want you as well" Gary remembered him saying, though Joey had refused to elaborate.

Across the road he sees Dayton.

Necro

Gary shoves his hands in his pockets and makes his way across the road to Dayton.

'You a friend of Joey's too? Gary's the name. They call me the 'Glittering Galadriel' in the ring - something about my movement, whatever - it's a media thing.'

Banjo

"Joey? Don't know no Joey, pal. I'm just lookin for... Well I'll know it when I see it. Or don't see it. It complurcated. Wudden spect a punchbag like you t'understand. Say, don't I know you? Think I lost 5 bucks on you one time. Hogue. Dayton Hogue. Look...uh .. you know anything about anything hinky hereabouts?"

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

"Joey? Don't know no Joey, pal. I'm just lookin for... Well I'll know it when I see it. Or don't see it. It complurcated. Wudden spect a punchbag like you t'understand. Say, don't I know you? Think I lost 5 bucks on you one time. Hogue. Dayton Hogue. Look...uh .. you know anything about anything hunky hereabouts?"

'Hunky - ain't nuthin hunky but me that I know of. Well look, we're here now, I'm lookin' for someone, you're looking for someone.... what's say we take a look around?'

Fourier

Looking around this area of the docks there is nothing but a moored fishing boat, two office buildings and the warehouse. A turn then leads to the main street along the docks.

Joey had been last seen entering the warehouse.

Necro

Gary nods at Dayton and turns on his heels, making for the warehouse.

Banjo

Dayton harrumphs and nods, letting twinkle toes take the lead

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Gary nods at Dayton and turns on his heels, making for the warehouse.

Banjo wrote: »

Dayton harrumphs and nods, letting twinkle toes take the lead

The warehouse has a large shutter door and above it two large windows and a logo of an oak tree or similar on the wall to the left of the shutter door. However as they approach Gary and Dayton notice two reasonably large men smoking in the alley beside the shutter door. The logo on their jackets matches that on the warehouse wall.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The warehouse has a large shutter door and above it two large windows and a logo of an oak tree or similar on the wall to the left of the shutter door. However as they approach Gary and Dayton notice two reasonably large men smoking in the alley beside the shutter door. The logo on their jackets matches that on the warehouse wall.

Gary turns to Dayton.

'How you wanna handle this champ? Smooth talking? Brute force? Perhaps seduction... if you're into that kinda thing?'

Banjo

Necro wrote: »

Gary turns to Dayton.

'How you wanna handle this champ? Smooth talking? Brute force? Perhaps seduction... if you're into that kinda thing?'

Dayton takes his lucky coconut out of his pocket.
"Lemme go talk to em, all nice like."
He approaches, waving and calling "hey buddy! Hey - don't be..." He points to the coconut "....shy!"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Dayton takes his lucky coconut out of his pocket.
"Lemme go talk to em, all nice like."
He approaches, waving and calling "hey buddy! Hey - don't be..." He points to the coconut "....shy!"

"Take a hike moron, warehouse is closed for the night, just the stock takers in there"

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"Take a hike moron, warehouse is closed for the night, just the stock takers in there"

'Moron... who you...'

Gary looks at the coconut.

'Never mind. Hey, you two fellas seen my friend around here? Goes by the name of Joey...?'

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

'Moron... who you...'

Gary looks at the coconut.

'Never mind. Hey, you two fellas seen my friend around here? Goes by the name of Joey...?'

They smile at each other.

"Oh yeah, we seen Joey alright. You his little boxin' friend?

Joey owed a bit of money, so he got work here. Ain't seen him around lately. Guys inside might know, but...well you know...place is closed and all"

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

They smile at each other.

"Oh yeah, we seen Joey alright. You his little boxin' friend?

Joey owed a bit of money, so he got work here. Ain't seen him around lately. Guys inside might know, but...well you know...place is closed and all"

'Little...'

Gary looks in a window and smirks at his large frame.

'Yeah, I suppose you could say that. Maybe I could go inside, ask the stock takers about Joey. Being so... little... you won't have any trouble from me anyways, surely?

The coconut, I don't speak for though.'

Banjo

"of course it's closed. We ain't here for in hours kinda business, capice? What is it, your first day? Now you wanna be a toothless doorman with a limp the rest of your life or you wanna show us in?

Fourier

The doormen look at each other.

"Listen, scram yous two" one says reaching his hand into his jacket slowly.

Necro

'That better be a banana in your pocket mate. I'm not here to fight - I'm just looking for Joey. And you know him... so spill.'

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

'That better be a banana in your pocket mate. I'm not here to fight - I'm just looking for Joey. And you know him... so spill.'

"I don't have to spill nothin'"

A pulls out a handgun slightly, enough to see the grip.

Banjo

Ooc : sleight of hand - swap whatevers in his pocket with the coconut so it surprises him when he takes it out! Too much?

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"I don't have to spill nothin'"

A pulls out a handgun slightly, enough to see the grip.

'Fine, Jesus - what is it with you security dudes and being trigger happy? Guns don't kill, people do, you know? I'll just leave....'

Gary backs up and looks for an alternative entrance.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : sleight of hand - swap whatevers in his pocket with the coconut so it surprises him when he takes it out! Too much?

OOC: He'd notice you coming close enough to do it

Necro wrote:

'Fine, Jesus - what is it with you security dudes and being trigger happy? Guns don't kill, people do, you know? I'll just leave....'

Gary backs up and looks for an alternative entrance.

Backing up Gary notices that the office to the left of the warehouse has a window that is at equal height to one on the warehouses left wall. The distance between them seems like it could be jumped.

Necro

Gary wanders off whistling lightly, hoping Dayton will notice. He makes for the office, trying to see is it out of sight of the guards.

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Gary wanders off whistling lightly, hoping Dayton will notice. He makes for the office, trying to see is it out of sight of the guards.

It is. The office itself is locked, though it has no security.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

It is. The office itself is locked, though it has no security.

Gary has a look around for any ajar windows. If there are none, he lightly tries to force the door.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

"I don't have to spill nothin'"

A pulls out a handgun slightly, enough to see the grip.

Dayton frowns and puts his coconut away, nodding at the thug to reciprocate. "To be continued! Hey, how comes a big guy like you needs heat like that on a dock like this? Seems a soft word and a hard look would keep out mosta da... ****!"
He looks around for Gary
"Ok now Im looking for two guys."

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Gary has a look around for any ajar windows. If there are none, he lightly tries to force the door.

The door gives way under Gary's titanic strength. It makes a slight sound, but not enough to be heard at the warehouse.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Dayton frowns and puts his coconut away, nodding at the thug to reciprocate. "To be continued! Hey, how comes a big guy like you needs heat like that on a dock like this? Seems a soft word and a hard look would keep out mosta da... ****!"

"Cause anything, of any value, can come through this warehouse pal. Now get lost"

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The door gives way under Gary's titanic strength. It makes a slight sound, but not enough to be heard at the warehouse.

Gary peers into the office, looking for any sign of an alarm system

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

"Cause anything, of any value, can come through this warehouse pal. Now get lost"

"That's all I needed to hear. You stay outta trouble now, Cochise."
He walks away, whistling, tries to remember where he heard the tune he's whistling, then realises the other guy was whistling it a minute ago and tries to follow the route he thinks he took.

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Gary peers into the office, looking for any sign of an alarm system

There's none.

He enters, it's a typical pen pusher office. Piles and piles of paper, records and so on, it seems they do insurance for dock companies. There are six desks in an open plan office and a proper enclosed office as well. A set of stairs lead up to the next floor.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

There's none.

He enters, it's a typical pen pusher office. Piles and piles of paper, records and so on, it seems they do insurance for dock companies. There are six desks in an open plan office and a proper enclosed office as well. A set of stairs lead up to the next floor.

Gary searches a few of the desks for anything of note. He waits for Dayton whilst doing so.

Banjo

"peekaboo!"
Dayton picks up a couple of pieces of paper and makes a show of being able to read.
"Interesting! So... We headin up?"

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

"peekaboo!"
Dayton picks up a couple of pieces of paper and makes a show of being able to read.
"Interesting! So... We headin up?"

'Sure... Coconuts first?'

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Gary searches a few of the desks for anything of note. He waits for Dayton whilst doing so.

He does find records for the warehouse next door, insurance is notably low. The assessment noted that typical items in the warehouse are of little value.

Banjo

Necro wrote: »

'Sure... Coconuts first?'

"If you say so"
He tosses the coconut up the stairs, letting it roll back down.
"Anything to report? Huh? I guess it must be safe. Either that or this is just a ****ing coconut and you took one to many shots to the old melon."

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

He does find records for the warehouse next door, insurance is notably low. The assessment noted that typical items in the warehouse are of little value.

Gary pockets the papers and waits for Dayton to head up.

'Security next door, yet the stuff in there is worth about as much as a fiddler's fart... Curiouser and curiouser.'

Fourier

OOC: Does Dayton head up first?

Banjo

Ooc : that doesn't sound like an executioner sharpening an axe at aaaaaaall

Yes he does

Fourier

Dayton heads upstairs to a much larger office, of some executive type. Though it's quite empty. Main desk with two or three papers, secretary's desk with typewriter and that's it.

The window looking into the warehouse is to the right as he comes up the stairs.

Necro

Gary follows Dayton up and goes to the window to adjudge if he could make the jump.

Banjo

Dayton checks the secretary's desk.
"Screetaries know all the secrets." He confides, starting with what's in the typewriter, then the desktop, then looking for drawers

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

Dayton checks the secretary's desk.
"Screetaries know all the secrets." He confides, starting with what's in the typewriter, then the desktop, then looking for drawers

'Yeah, wouldn't know. They don't let me have any female staff at all. Can't imagine why a boxer isn't allowed that, in this day and age... nope, nothing comes to mind at all as to why....'

He looks around awkwardly.

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Gary follows Dayton up and goes to the window to adjudge if he could make the jump.

Seems possible, even for a man his size.

Banjo

"yeah, women. They like parking spaces, am I right? All the best ones are on the street and someone else is in em when you show up so you gotta wait around like an asshole, then you ain't got no coins to fill the meter and you get the clap. The clamp. I said clamp. "

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Dayton checks the secretary's desk.
"Screetaries know all the secrets." He confides, starting with what's in the typewriter, then the desktop, then looking for drawers

Although there are many secrets (she's sleeping with the owner even though he is married) little of it seems of any interest. She has a few funny notes about how much of a pompous ass the owner is though.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Seems possible, even for a man his size.

Gary goes for it and jumps towards the warehouse.

Banjo

"the **** you doing at the window? Your missing guy Peter Pan?"
Dayton looks at the gap. Then looks for a rope or curtains

Ooc : if I recall correctly I can't jump for ****

Fourier

He leaps and grabs the window on the other side of the gap. With his strength pulling himself up is an easy task.

He finds himself on a gangway over looking a large storage room. Seven small crates and one very large one lie on the storage room floor. The area of the storage room near the door has two offices. On the opposite side of the storage room is a set of stairs leading to an office overlooking the floor.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"the **** you doing at the window? Your missing guy Peter Pan?"
Dayton looks at the gap. Then looks for a rope or curtains

Ooc : if I recall correctly I can't jump for ****

The gap looks manageable even for Dayton.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

He leaps and grabs the window on the other side of the gap. With his strength pulling himself up is an easy task.

He finds himself on a gangway over looking a large storage room. Seven small crates and one very large one lie on the storage room floor. The area of the storage room near the door has two offices. On the opposite side of the storage room is a set of stairs leading to an office overlooking the floor.

Gary waits at the window to help Dayton up when he makes the jump.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

The gap looks manageable even for Dayton.

Dayton looks at the typewriter longingly and considers throwing together a fake search warrant since the guys on the door gave him probable cause by lying about the insurance but then remembers he can't spell subpenis or supishun. Screw it. He leaps.