1 The Takeover, the Break's Over [Private | Haruka | Invite only] Wed Jan 06, 2016 8:25 am
Samael
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Word seemed to travel fast in the underground; a soldier looking to make some cash on the side doing whatever was asked of him, no questions asked. It was only a few short hours later that he had his first job, escorting what he suspected to be a prostitute on her way to a a client. While Samael was not one to purchase a woman of pleasure himself, he could see the appeal that some people had with them.
Before leaving his home, he checked to be sure he had everything on him; six knives were tucked away on his person, just waiting to be used if the need should arise. His upper body was clothed in dark fatigues covered by a black jacket. His lower half was clothed in fatigues as well, ended with combat boots. It was not his standard uniform, but something he put together himself using connections he'd obtained during his service in Konohagakure no Sato. It served its purpose very well.
He was supposed to pick this woman up by the name of Racquel Star from a brothel in the red light district. While he did not know the area very well, it would not take him long to find the place; it was apparently one of the better known brothels, the Sand Box Strip Club. As he arrived, he could see a woman out front, arguing with someone in a purple suit and feathered cap.
"Don't you fucking back talk me, bitch! I own you! Your last few turn in have been short. Where the frick is my money, Racquel?"
"I am sorry, daddy! I wont do it again, I swe-" Her sentence was cut off as the male struck her across the face with the back of his hand.
"Of course you not gon to do it again. You gon learn today, Raquel!"
"No, Slick, no please!" It was then Samael decided to announce himself, seeing as this Slick guy was about to hit this woman again. He would cough rather loudly, brown eyes locked on the duo as Slick would stop mid-swing.
"The frick are you looking at? Whatchu want?"
Samael's face remained impassive, calmly watching the scene before him, before he responded. "I'm here for Racquel. Someone here hired a bodyguard." His head nodded to the cowering woman. "This her?"
"Yea, this the bitch. You the guy they call Knight?"
"Mmhmm." A handle; it was not smart to give these kind of people his real name. His father was rather famous for his work in the military; it would be too easy to track him down if he'd given his real name. Plus, he did not need nor want word of what he was doing to get back to Maximillian.
"She knows where the client is; just get her there, make sure she gets paid, and get her back here. I'll have your cut waiting, plus a lap dance from one of the girls for your troubles." Slick spoke fast, shoving Racquel towards Samael. "You better not try to short me again, bitch."
"You are too kind." Sarcasm, slathered thick across every word. Slick did not respond as Samael turned to leave, with Racquel following close behind.
~~~ Several Minutes later ~~~
”Thanks for showing up when you did. He might have hit me again."
"...."
"He is not always like that, you know. He only does it when he's mad at something."
"....."
"But lately, it seems like he's always in a bad mood."
"So then why are you still working for him?" A legit question. Samael had been listening to Raquel complain about Slick for the past half hour since the had left the brothel. Everything was a repeating cascade of "Slick beat up Tamara" or "Slick is uspset that we are not getting more customers". From the way Raquel was describing him, it seemed that this Slick guy was a pretty shitty person himself. And yet Raquel, and all these other girls working for him, kept coming back to him, begging to do better and shit. And each time, Slick promised not to hit them anymore, and gave them a few days off before he was right back to being on their asses like white on rice.
This was literally the definition of insanity.
"Because.. I have no where else to go." Samael almost groaned. He could almost guess her next words, but it seemed that he would not have to, as she began to launch into her life story, much to his chagrin. It turned out that Raquel was not even her real name, but rather Kida. Young Kida was apparently from the outskirts of Kirigakure no Sato, where she was the daughter of a merchant family. It seemed that her father ran into some financial troubles while she was young, so she had been sold into slavery. Said slaver sold her at some point to Slick, who began to pimp her out as one of his 'Exotic samples'. Given the fact that she was barely 18, she made him quite a bit of money.
Samael didnt reply to her story, but instead kept walking. He was begining to question where they were headed; Raquel was leading them into one of the more upscale parts of Suna, home to an assortment of affluent businessmen and women. The neatly manicured lawns, trimmed hedges and such put him off a bit. He'd been sure that the client was probably some scrub who lived in some shit hole of an appartment in a worse neighborhood, but this.. this was intersting to know. It seemed that ther customers could possibly be highly influentual people, something he'd never considered before. "How much further, Raquel?"
"We're almost there. Just a few more streets."
"Aight. Lets pick it up some. I got things I need to do later."
It would not take long for them to reach the house of the customer. Judging by his house, this dude had some serious paper. Fountains adorned the place, along with what Samael suspected were marble statues. As the duo strolled up to the front door, Samael paused for a moment, before stopping Raquel.
"Hold up one sec. How does this work, exactly?"
"What do you mean, Knight?"
"Like... as far as the money goes. Do they pay you? Do they pay me? Is the cash up front, or is it done afterward?"
"Uhm... its either or, really. Depending on the customer, I tend to get my cash afterwards."
"Bet. We're gonna take the cash up front, just to be safe." Samael would nod then, confirming his decision, and then knock on the door to the home. The door would open to reveal a big muscle bound dude. "The frick do you want? Mr Yen does not hand out to pan handlers."
Samael tensed, unsure of how to proceed with this. Before he could say something, Raquel stepped forward, offering the man a coy smile and a wink. "I'm just a lady looking for a good time." The guy nodded, stepping aside to let Raquel in, but lifted his hand to prevent Samael from entering. "Relax, He is with me."
"Boss said only one person."
"I"m not going in without him. You can tell THAT to your boss."
"Listen here, bit--"
"Mac, let them in. Its fine."
Mac would step aside, revealing a portly, balding middle-aged man. "Donald Yen. Pleasure to meet you both." He would extend his hand to Samael who simply shook his head.
"Knight. And this here is Raquel."
"What a lovely specimen she is.." Mr Yen would step closer to Raquel, attempting to reach out and touch her before Samael held out his hand to block him off.
"Sorry man. No touching the girl until the price is right."
Mr Yen would frown some; it seemed as if he was not someone who was used to being told 'No'. Samael did not care in the least, and expressed that feeling through a cold stare.
"Fine. Two thousand ryo was the agreed upon price. Mac? Could you retrieve Mr. Knight's payment?" The bodyguard would step out the room for a moment, before stepping back in carrying a briefcase that he would hand to Samael. Two thousand ryo? Samael was only being paid 100 ryo for his time. As Samael took the briefcase and opened it for a look, Mr. Yen spoke again. "Its all there."
"Don't worry, I will make sure." His voice was low as he went through the money, quickly counting out the cash. Once he was satisfied everything was in order, he turned to Raquel. "Say.. off the top of your head... How much do you make of these little visits...?"
"About..two hundred Ryo. Why?"
"Just curious. Have a seat." As Raquel moved and sat on the couch, Mr. Yen would begin to protest; Mac would start flexing muscule about this time, attempting to look threatening. Samael could not care less. Holding up his hands in a non-threatening manner, he would smile at them both before speaking. "Gentlemen, relax. Before you start to get upset over nothing, let me inform you of something: Thank you for your generous contribution. This girl will not be offering her services to you today. Good day."
Fury would cover Mr. Yen's face at that moment. Who the frick was this 'Knight' guy to say some shit like this to him? Did he knew who the frick Donald Yen was!? “The frick do you mean, she's not 'offering her services' today? I paid good fucking money for this ****, and I want my money's worth. You either give me back my money before I have Mac here rip you a new asshole while I frick this bitch, or Mac here rips you a new asshole while I frick this bitch, then I bury you both in cement.”
Samael would turn his eyes to Donald, a small smile crossing his face while remaining unfazed by the threats. “Exactly what it sounds like, Mr. Yen. You are not getting laid today by Racquel, and I am keeping the money. Lets go, Raq”
"Get him, Mac!" Oh dear, it seemed that someone was upset. Mac would then advance on him, arms swinging in an attempt to hit him. Samael would duck the first swing, and retaliate with a sharp punch into the bigger male's abdomen to double him over. As the big man kneeled down, his head was seized and smashed into Samael's rising knee, causing blood to spurt from his nose into the air.
"AAAAAAH!" Someone was screaming, and it was not Raquel. Was that Mr.Yen? Samael didn't stop to look; Mac was still moving, holding the front of his face as blood poured from between his fingers. As the man reeled back, Samael would waste no time slipping behind Mac, arms wrapping around his waist before he suplexed the larger man through a glass table. Mac would impact the table and the floor neck first, filling the air with a sickening crack. As Samael with drew himself from the crumpled body that was Mac, he looked up in time to see Mr. Yen stop screaming and go white with fear.
Dusting himself off, Samael turned to Raquel, nodding to her. "Take the cash outside and wait for me. I'll be out in a few minutes."
There was no argument -- the chick knew how to take an order. Snatching up the briefcase, she did not even stop to look at Mr. Yen before bolting out the door. Making his way over to Yen, he smiled, producing a knife from one of the hidden pockets of his wardrobe.
"Please! Please. Don't do this! You dont have to kill me, Knight."
"Sorry Donald. This is not what I wanted; this is what it has to be."
A few minutes later, Samael stepped out the house, yawning and scratching his head. Down on the walk, Raquel would look up at him, questioningly. "Come on, Raquel. I got work to do."
"What about Do-"
"Don't worry about him. He's been taken care of." Samael reached out, and took the case from Raquel, and began walking. They would be long gone before the house fully caught aflame, just as Samael timed it. As the walked, Samael began to talk, much more than he had on thier way to Yen's. It was a long walk, and he had plenty to say.
"Alright, Raquel. Here's the deal; as of right now, you work for me, ya dig? Whatever you take in, you give me forty percent."
"Thats all? What if I refuse?"
Samael snorted and rolled his eyes. "Then you can explain to Slick what happened to his money. I'm pretty sure he would love to hear that story. Judging by what you've been telling me about him all day, it probably will not go over well with him."
"Oh."
"Yea, OH. Now listen, because I'm only going to say this once: When we get back, you round up all the other workers in the brothel, and bail out. I'll give you my phone number and frequency in a second; you don't come back until I call you, got it?"
"What about Slick?"
"You let me worry about him."
WC = 2208