~Monday, June 25, 1928~

YarnKittymon: DL: ::a man with very dark blonde hair, wearing a light-gray suit, is sitting in an outdoor cafe, which is where he described that he'd be waiting in a classified ad he placed in the newspaper yesterday--the ad simply read "Adventure and riches untold, right here in New York City. Inquire at Mary's Cafe"--and then the address::
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::A young man with wavy blonde hair walks up to the man:: Are you the one who put out this ad? ::he hold up the newspaper with the ad::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles:: You look a little young to be worried about it--but yes. ::stands, taking the young man's hand:: Donald Quinn. Pleased to meet you.
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::shakes his hand:: Clay Fisher, and I'm not that young.. I'm 17.
JopDance: ::man of medium height with black hair and olive skin walks up. He has the ad crumpled in his hand.:: Which one of you is the guy who placed this ad?
YarnKittymon: DL: Ah, yes, almost the prime of your life....::sees the other man:: That would be I, Donald Quinn. ::holds out his hand warmly::
JopDance: ::shakes it:: Well, I'm the man for the job, whatever it is. Sign me up for those riches.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles slightly:: We're in search of riches no amount of money can buy, you know...
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::raises an eyebrow:: Really? Just what are these riches then?
JopDance: : ::raises eyebrows:: Yea? Well, will these riches get me a new car?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::in a quiet voice:: I'd rather not speak of them here...::smiles a bit at the other man:: Not exactly, although if everything goes well, I'm sure Mrs Madison would be happy to buy you one.
Dracyia: AL::Walks in and looks around::
Dracyia: AL: Hello, r u the one who was advertising the job?
: ::shifts weight from one foot to the other:: Well, I want more then a car, you know, and I don't think this Mrs. Madison will be willing to buy it all for me. So what kind of...riches are you offering?
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::frowns:: I would like to know what it is we're going to be doing, I want to know if it's worth my time.
Dracyia: AL:RICHES!?!
YarnKittymon: DL: ::recognizes the girl; he's seen her around the show once or twice (he attends at least once a week); stares when she approaches:: Um, yes...::looks back at Alisha after the other two men talk, then nods:: All right. ::motions to the woman at the front of the cafe, and then leads the two men into a small back room, little more than a closet; lights a candle then closes the door, not really intending for Alisha to come in with them::
Dracyia: AL::Sneaks in behind them::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::carefully closes the door; pauses, turning to the second man:: I don't believe I caught your name...?
JopDance: : ::frowns:: Tony.
YarnKittymon: DL: All right, Clay, Tony. What's the thing humans have dreamt of having since the beginning of time?
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::shrugs:: I don't know, money, sex?
JopDance: ti: ::leans against a box:: I vote for money.
YarnKittymon: DL: Before money even existed, mankind longed for immortality. The desire was so great, practically every culture known to man has created some idea of an afterlife...
SquirtLaWort: CF: immortality.. what's that?
YarnKittymon: DL: Eternal life! To never grow old or sick, to never die! ::his eyes light up::
JopDance: ti: Yea, that would be nice, but how could you give it to us?
SquirtLaWort: CF: give us immortaliy? I hope this isn't some scam.
YarnKittymon: DL: I assure you, it is not. You'd have to perform some rather distasteful duties, but, with luck, no murder. Once it's over, we just flee to Europe.
Dracyia: AL:WHAT!!!!! murder!?!
YarnKittymon: DL: ::stares at the girl, whose face is evident when he brings the candle nearer to her; is speechless::
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::surprized:: uhh there's a little girl in here.
Dracyia: AL: Ur even thinking about murder?
Dracyia: AL: How can u say that so camly?
Dracyia: AL::completly ignors Clay :P ::
YarnKittymon: DL: You're still young. You've not yet realized that someday you will die, be unable to do anything ever again, and your very body will be eaten by worms.
JopDance: ti: ::grabs Alisha by the arm and pulls her closer to him:: What are you doing in here?
Dracyia: AL: I dont care, i would never kill another to keep me alive and i cant see how u could either
CF: ::looks at tony worried:: what are you going to do to her?
Dracyia: AL:i came for the job, but i dont want it any more.
Dracyia: AL: u could start with letting me go
CF: If we let you go you'd go straight to the police.
JopDance: ti: ::picks her up and brings her face at a level with his:: And you could start by shutting your big mouth!
Dracyia: AL:and why would i do that
Dracyia: AL:to please u? i dont think so
ti: ::startled, he drops Alisha:: Police! Look, I'm not looking to have a run in with the cops.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::just shakes his head, looking dazed, and rather alarmed:: Little girl, it will be your word against ours. There's three of us, and you're just a child. ::tries to laugh:: Murder, to attain immortality? Who would believe you?
Dracyia: AL::starts to think about what danger shes in::
CF: I don't know she could be a problem, maybe we should get rid of her now.
Dracyia: AL:what do u mean 'get rid'?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::just looks down towards the door, his troubled eyes evident even in the candlelight; doesn't say anything::
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::just smiles at her::
Dracyia: AL:: tries to kick::
ti: ::takes a step towards Donald.:: Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but it doesn't seem to be worth my time. ::motions to Clay:: Have him get rid of her; I'm getting out of here.
YarnKittymon: DL: You'd best not do that Tony))
JopDance: ti: ::frowns:: Why not?
YarnKittymon: DL: We can offer you anything you'd like if you help us. But if you cross us...Mrs Madison has not yet done anything outside the law, of course, but your life could be very unhappy.
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::looks nervous:: I wasn't serious about it, I was trying to scare her.
Dracyia: AL: well it didnt work ::lying badly::
ti: ::takes a step back:: Look, I don't want any trouble. I'll just leave and you'll never hear from me again.
Dracyia: AL:i'll do that to
YarnKittymon: DL: ::sighs, frustrated; puts his back to the door, so they can't get out:: You two have no interest in never being sick or hurt again?
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::looks over at Donald wondering if he really can make him live ever or if he's just crazy::
JopDance: ti: ::to Alisha:: Shut up, kid. ::to Donald; looks at him nervously as if he's a little crazy:: Yea, yea that would be nice.
Dracyia: AL::listens to the advice this time::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::pauses, looking at Alisha:: I know you don't wish to be immortal, little girl, but what if someone you loved were sick and going to die? What would you do?
Dracyia: AL: i would help them
YarnKittymon: DL: Even if it meant a little bit of deception?
YarnKittymon: DL: Not being fully honest with people. Sometimes it can't be helped.
Dracyia: AL:im never honest though.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles:: That makes it all the more easy.
Dracyia: AL:makes what easier, ur confusing me
YarnKittymon: DL: ::frowns, half-glaring:: Fine. I'll be perfectly honest with you, Alisha, though I don't expect the same. Mrs Madison has cancer, and I'm afraid Miss Libby Williamson is sick as well; you've seen how strangely she's been acting lately. WIthout our assistance--extraordinary measures--I'm afraid both are not long for this world.
Dracyia: AL:! WHAT! Libby?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::nods soberly:: I'm trying to help the both of them, and others, but as they say, to make an omelette, you have to break a few eggs. I'm willing to do that, for such an important cause...
Dracyia: AL: well iv never heard that saying before but i understand now
Dracyia: AL:why anyone would be willing......
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks down sadly:: I don't expect your help, little girl, but please don't get in our way, or tell anyone about this. If anything goes wrong, I doubt our plan will be met with success.
Dracyia: AL;to......kill ::VERY SADLY!::
Dracyia: AL:i understand
YarnKittymon: DL: ::leans down next to her:: Don't cry, miss. I doubt anyone will have to die at all.
Dracyia: AL:no one should die, and no ones going to
Dracyia: AL:ok?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::nods:: Yes.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks back at Clay and Tony:: Are you two in?
JopDance: ti: ::nods, mostly just to keep Donald happy::
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::smiles:: Yeah! I want to become Immortal.
Dracyia: AL::Glares at clay::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles:: Good. Don't speak of any of this to anyone. ::looks at Tony, smiling:: If you'd like, we can go shopping for your car right now.
JopDance: ti: ::rubs palms together nervously:: Yea?...Well, all right.
SquirtLaWort: CF: can I get a car too?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles, looking back at Tony:: You don't have a license, do you?
Dracyia: AL:can i?
ti: No....::fiercly:: but I can drive!
Dracyia: AL:i can crash
CF: I hav license, in fact I have a car but I don't like it I want a differnt one.
YarnKittymon: DL: I'm afraid you're too young, and your friends would ask where you got it, and you'd have to tell them. ::shakes his head:: No; actually, I think we'll wait a little while. Once everything falls into place, I'll give you my whole fortune if you'd like.
Dracyia: AL:i can crash better than anyone
YarnKittymon: DL: ::hands each of them a $20 bill:: A token of my goodwill.
Dracyia: AL::looks at the money sadly then puts it into her pocket::
ti: ::takes money and quickly stuffs it into his pocket::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles sadly at Alisha:: Miss WIlliamson is that important to you?
Dracyia: AL::Nods::
YarnKittymon: DL: Don't worry. We'll help her.
Dracyia: AL: i know
Dracyia: AL:theres no other choice
Dracyia: AL: she cant die
YarnKittymon: DL: ::nods:: You're a brave girl. I'm sorry we had to tell you all of this.
Dracyia: AL:im sorry to
YarnKittymon: DL: ::glances at Tony, then Alisha, still smiling:: Would you like me to drive you home?
Dracyia: AL:that would b good
YarnKittymon: DL: ::tells Clay to meet him next week at the Madison estate, then heads to his car; whispers to Tony:: Once we drop the little girl off I'll let you drive a bit.
JopDance: ti: ::nods:: Ok
YarnKittymon: DL: ::opens the doors for Alisha and Tony to get in; he has a very nice car, with soft seats:: Where to, little girl?
Dracyia: AL:Steeple chase park
YarnKittymon: DL: So you live on Coney? ::puts the car into gear::
Dracyia: AL:near there
YarnKittymon: DL: ::drives off that way:: What about you, Mr. Tony? Do you have a last name?
JopDance: ti: ::nods:: Yea. Iersi.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::drives, humming to himself, not really saying much of anything all the way to Coney Island::
JopDance: ti: ::is hunched down in backseat with arms crossed. Doesn't say anything either::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::stops on Surf Avenue, which is so crowded, it takes about half an hour to go a mile:: Is this close enough, little girl?
Dracyia: AL:yes
YarnKittymon: DL: All right. ::gets out, leaving the keys in the ignition, and opens the door for her:: Take care now!
Dracyia: AL:i will.....
ti: ::doesn't say anything::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles:: And try to cheer up, all right?
Dracyia: AL::struggles to give a small smile::
YarnKittymon: DL: Call the Madison estate if you need any help, and I'll come right away. Okay?
Dracyia: AL:i'll do that
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles:: All right. Have fun! ::gets back in teh car, in the passenger side:: Tony?
JopDance: ti: ::gets in on the driver's side::
Dracyia: AL::walks away::
YarnKittymon: DL: Well, go on.
JopDance: ti: ::smoothly takes the car out onto the road::
DL: Try not to wreck it.
JopDance: ti: ::irritably:: I won't!
YarnKittymon: DL: ::shrugs:: Sorry. I was just saying, don't be afraid to have a little fun.
JopDance: ti: ::stolidly:: Oh. ::doesn't know what to think of the situation he's landed himself in, but tries to enjoy it anway. He drives them to some of the flashier parts of Coney::
YarnKittymon: DL: I'll buy you one just like it when this is all done. It can be shipped to Europe easily enough.
JopDance: ti: A car just like this, huh? ::chuckles nervously:; But why are we going to Europe?
YarnKittymon: DL: After this is all done, it'll be wisest to get out of the country for a while. I guess Canada would do if you'd rather. ::smirks:: Don't worry; it'll only be for 50 years or so.
JopDance: ti: ::eyes widen:: Fifty years! I'll be an old man by then!
YarnKittymon: DL: No you won't! Don't you get it?
JopDance: ti: Get what?
YarnKittymon: DL: Eternal life wouldn't be much fun, if you got old. We're looking at eternal *youth* as well!
JopDance: ti: ::thoughtfully: Oh...well how are you goin to do that?
YarnKittymon: DL: I would've taken you to the Freak Show to demonstrate, but I'm afraid I can't go there too often anymore; that little girl might be there too...
JopDance: ti: Freakshow...I heard of that. A couple of my friends have been there. They're supposed to be real freaks, right? I heard it was a good show.
YarnKittymon: DL: It is a wonderful show. I wish them all the best.
JopDance: ti: ::nods absently:: Yea.
YarnKittymon: DL: Simply stated, we're going to harness their powers.
JopDance: ti: ::grins:: Sure, whatever you say.
YarnKittymon: DL: It will work. We've read stories, and we've found the one who will enable it...
JopDance: ti: ::blinks:: The one who will enable it? What are you talking about?
YarnKittymon: DL: I guess I've confused you. Don't worry; it's not too complex. ::doesn't explain further::))
JopDance: ti: ::a little irritated; thinking Donald thinks he's too stupid to understand:: Tell me! I want to know if I'm going to be in on this!
YarnKittymon: DL: There's a freak who seems to be able to do any magic he wants, provided he has other freaks to draw his energy from. We know there was once a spell to grant immortality, so if we have enough freaks for him to use, he should be able to do it.
JopDance: ti: Spells? ::smiles:: Are you sure you're all there?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::irritated:: Look, do you want to live forever or not?
JopDance: ti: Well, yea, sure. If I can live good, too.
YarnKittymon: DL: Well, if you had a thousand lifetimes, surely you'd accumulate quite a bit of wealth.
JopDance: ti: ::noncommitally:: Maybe
YarnKittymon: DL: ::sighs, knowing he's made several mistakes today; leans back in his seat, half-watching the road, not speaking::
JopDance: ti: ::relaxes in seat and allows himself to enjoy the ride for however long it lasts. He slows down when he sees a couple of pretty girls and waves. They wave back even though he's kind of an ugly man.::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::after a while, quietly:: If you want to have a woman by your side for the rest of you're life, you might want to work quickly.
JopDance: ti: How?
YarnKittymon: DL: I mean, in a few months' time, the plan will be completed. If you had someone you cared for, she could join us, but once we're done, it will be nearly impossible to do a second time.
JopDance: ti: ::turns thoughtful; he takes one hand off the steering wheel and rubs his face:: No, I don't have anyone...but if I had money I could get someone.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smirks:: Well, if that's important, I'll let you borrow my car sometime.
JopDance: ti: ::surprised:: Yea?...Well...thanks.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::seems to be pondering something, but doesn't say it; just shakes his head::
JopDance: ti: ::notices:: What? What are you shaking your head for?
YarnKittymon: DL: No. I'm sure there's some women who would promise to love you for always, if you gave them this opportunity--to be young and beautiful forever. And others who would be disgusted by the prospect...
JopDance: ti: ::shrugs:: Well, I'll just get the one that wants it. Who cares about the other ones? Let 'em get old and die.
YarnKittymon: DL: I suppose so...well, no matter. Are you purposely driving the long way to your house?
JopDance: ti: ::grins:: I haven't even started home yet.
YarnKittymon: DL: Well, get to it. *I* have places to be today. ::smiling a little::
JopDance: ti: ::smiles:: All right. ::drives to his apartment building which is located in a rundown neighborhood::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::takes this all in:: If you'd like to live with Mrs Madison, it might be more convenient for your work.
JopDance: ti: ::is about to get out but pauses:: Where does she live?
YarnKittymon: DL: Outside of the city, but that's not a problem for someone with a car...
JopDance: ti: What kind of place is it? And what's Mrs. Madison like?
YarnKittymon: DL: It's a mansion. Mrs Madison isn't very friendly--but she is very rich.
JopDance: ti: Well...I think I can handle unfriendly if the place is good enough.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles:: All right. Do you need help bringing your things down?
JopDance: ti: ::gets out of the car:: Yea, but it's not too much. I've got a room mate.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::takes the keys:: I see.

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