Club Smokes

Charles finished his drink and stood up. He casually walked passed the people who he had been keeping an eye on, Detectives, civilains and the workers.

 

Charlotte sighed, there was no way she could get a vodka with this guy around... damn American laws [ lol bagged out ]. She stood up and walked around for a bit... trying to find suspects... on her day off

 

Charles kept a close eye on a girl that seemed to act less like an employee or a customer see even seemed under age.

 

She walked around the club, not wanting ot look at te strippers bodies, but at their eyes, to see if they were hiding something

 

Charles looked around for any other suspicious characters, he was unable to check the strippers since it would be hard for him to concentrate (OOC: James Bond refference XD) but the customers of the club seemed to be rather suspicious, which wasnothing new.

 

Charlotte headed for the bathrooms, she felt followed she eyed around before walking in the hallway

 

Charles followed a girl who went into the corridoor leading to the rest rooms, he tryed to make it seem as if he as going to the toilet since the mens was half way down the corridoor from the womens.

 

Charlotte entered the bathroom, believeing she was being followed.. hopefully not by some drunk pervert

 

Charles passed the toilet and head towards the mens restroom, She seems to be paranoid and defencive, I don't blame her in a place like this.

 

OOC: This Club is closed during the day. But undercover agents and emoployees are allowed to stay.

BIC: Mr. Smith noticed some people to come in. What's with this f*cking bouncer? I raised my son better... He thought, as he go up from his chair. "Um, As the Owner of this Club, unless you are investigating this Club for the Murder of my daughter, I will have to ask you to leave. Sorry for the inconvivence. Come when it says 'Open', and when people are waiting outside." He said, shrugging, and sounding tired.

Lilly listened intently, while watching some of the people at the bar. She noticed a girl talking to the Bouncer. Isn't he supposed to be outside? Some Club. She opinionated, while noticing some people get up and leave. Some of them were just civilions.

 

OOC: Sorry, I didn't know. -_-;

BIC: Jeff got up and went back outside to keep the regular people out.

 

Charles did his buisness in the restroom and headed back to the main room, Now which ones Mr. Smith...

 

Username: Daxma
Character Name: Jack
Gender:Male
Appearence: Black jacket,black boots and black cargo pants.Has blurry white eye's because his eye's are blind.
Race: Human
Bio: He lived in New York for most of his life and people thought short of him because of his blindness but there short sightedness was unfounded for because of this all of his other senses and physical abilities peaked up 100X.He would be able to hear a single heart beat out of a giant crowd of people.He used a power he had in a unique way.He sent pulses into the ground like sonar to see everything around him in detail.He is a vigilanty within New York city seeking those who do wrong.
Personality: He can be very socaible if you gain his trust.
Weapon: A pure Steel and red cane with a steel version of the nobody dragon scaling up the cane as the handle.
Anything Else?: He's aged 17 and is in search of meaning and purpose which he finds in justice.Carries the cane with him everywhere and if thrown away from him he can summon it back.

 

OOC: Your always late to RPs. You need to start coming earlier. Whatev. You're in.

BIC: Mr. Smith noticed some people didn't leave, and decided to start talking. "Are you the new undercover agents and detectives?" He asked the others that were sitting in the bar. He saw his son leave, so he thought he might have noted the regulars coming in freely.

Lilly listened silently, while sipping her drink. It was just a soda, and she saw the other men and women sitting at the bar.

 

Jeff asked everyone to show him thier ID and turned them away if they weren't a detective.

 

Charles looked around seeing that it was only him and a few others in the room with Mr. Smith. "I'm with the FBI", he said flashing his badge in his wallet.

 

Lilly turned, her elbows on the bar, and facing Charles. "FBI? Wow. Smartie." She said, flashing her badge. "Undercover Agent." She said cooly.

Mr. Smith nodded slowly, hoping the others were agents as well.

 

"Everyone here seems to be private detective or undercover" Charles said

 

Username: Last of the Organization
Character Name: Louis Samuelson (Nickname:
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Appearance: http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l12/Dunkler_Engel13/Anime guys/002.jpg
Bio: His mother worked as a waitress in bars all her life and had run off with some man, his father was in prison. He had basically been abandoned and was forced make his own living, mostly by being a drug dealer.
Personality: Quiet unless he knows the person, appears dumb however is quite clever, knows a few tricks and tips to avoiding cops.
Weapon: Beretta, concealed behind his jacket.
Occupation: Drug Dealer (If this is not an acceptable occupation please let me know and I will change it)
Anything Else?: He usually hangs around different clubs on certain days.