Post by BEX on Aug 23, 2011 14:44:05 GMT -5
Gordon was immediately fascinated by what seemed to be a clever move on the tattered ‘dog’s’ part, or rather he had been until he realized that he full sized musician in front of him sported none of the common mechanics of canine. Letting a disinterested sigh as he looked away from the scruffy haired man—who found himself on the same side as Tom and his accomplice for some reason—the old man observed the other young man of the group and decided that he must be the sensible one. Usually men with enough stones to stare askance at anyone in public were a sure bet to be leaders, or so the ex-Marine had thought until he tuned in on Tom’s response to the growling refusal that had just been made. A small vein pulsed across the goon’s forehead as his bulging eyes took in first the dog and then the sharp tongued young man who had not only saw fit to reject him, though that one was laid at the dog’s feet, but had actually opened his tongue to slander the boss.
Now while this was romanticized to be a huge affront on the company’s pride by Tom, the other henchmen, Takuan had already made reservations to have lunch with the polite gentlemen that had offered to do so; Takuan was what you call a ‘peacemaker’ and saw fit to spread whatever small wealth he had earned during a hard day’s labor. Tapping his stubbly chin the man who had come outside in near monk-like robes looked from Jun to Gordon before leaning over to the skeptically listening owner, “Right, the long haired guy is on my tab, but that old guy…yea…he’s nuts. Don’t let him in!” Now it was Gordon’s turn to blink in surprise and had chance permitted he might had protested that statement, but Tom had taken his shoe off and smashed it firmly into Takuan’s forehead…or so he had meant to.
“Ara? Eh….” mumbled the crony as he backed off slowly, the shoe dropping from his hand while his holed sock remained revealed for the entire town to laugh at. Fortunately no one was laughing. Unfortunately the man whom had been on the receiving end of the bitter shoe lashing had not been Takuan; instead it had been the owner whose face was a stiff mask of fury laced with venomous vengeance, “Right. I’ll talk-I’ll um….talk to the boss about paying for that” Tom said suddenly interested in twiddling his fingers while Gordon took a hint and shuffled several paces away from the man, a measure that was duly noted by suspicious eyes civilians that wondered at the old man’s intentions. The apologetic rambling continued for some time after eventually Takuan slipped a good deal of distance away while motioning for Jun, Gavin, and hell he even whistled once or twice to the dog to get away from the steaming entrepreneur.
Too late.
The snap of fingers brought several muscle clad men with eyes that housed no pupils and faces that were absolutely devoid of any sign of human emotion. Looking more mobster than business man now, the café owner angrily rubbed at the already darkening bruise before snapping his fingers again initiating the painful beating that many simply turned a blind eye to. Some simply shook their heads while muttering about the foolish thugs of the textile mill; everyone knew that you didn’t mess with the café in Orange Town, that was just suicide. With his collaborator in disposed Takuan decided to head back, but before he left he briefly instructed a dozing Gordon to have the guests of interest come back to the factory with him. At first the old man opened his mouth in denial of the task, but then the light that came with realization made his eyes glow brightly as he realized that this was a teaching moment,
“Em, gentlemen if you would kindly follow me I’ll show you where you can get…some edification…of sorts” he said vaguely hinting at what could be taken to mean food, however Gordon Gecko cared very little for the food of the world. Only one thing made the man’s stomach tighten until the point of pain…one thing only. The screams of poor Tom were carried off to the back of the café where they continued for several hours after and were only interrupted when the ‘shake-down’ brothers needed a drink, not that anyone minded. Strangely enough a man with a powdered wig looking hairstyle watched with from afar with the sun’s light hiding the direction his undoubtedly observant eyes were scanning…
Now while this was romanticized to be a huge affront on the company’s pride by Tom, the other henchmen, Takuan had already made reservations to have lunch with the polite gentlemen that had offered to do so; Takuan was what you call a ‘peacemaker’ and saw fit to spread whatever small wealth he had earned during a hard day’s labor. Tapping his stubbly chin the man who had come outside in near monk-like robes looked from Jun to Gordon before leaning over to the skeptically listening owner, “Right, the long haired guy is on my tab, but that old guy…yea…he’s nuts. Don’t let him in!” Now it was Gordon’s turn to blink in surprise and had chance permitted he might had protested that statement, but Tom had taken his shoe off and smashed it firmly into Takuan’s forehead…or so he had meant to.
“Ara? Eh….” mumbled the crony as he backed off slowly, the shoe dropping from his hand while his holed sock remained revealed for the entire town to laugh at. Fortunately no one was laughing. Unfortunately the man whom had been on the receiving end of the bitter shoe lashing had not been Takuan; instead it had been the owner whose face was a stiff mask of fury laced with venomous vengeance, “Right. I’ll talk-I’ll um….talk to the boss about paying for that” Tom said suddenly interested in twiddling his fingers while Gordon took a hint and shuffled several paces away from the man, a measure that was duly noted by suspicious eyes civilians that wondered at the old man’s intentions. The apologetic rambling continued for some time after eventually Takuan slipped a good deal of distance away while motioning for Jun, Gavin, and hell he even whistled once or twice to the dog to get away from the steaming entrepreneur.
Too late.
The snap of fingers brought several muscle clad men with eyes that housed no pupils and faces that were absolutely devoid of any sign of human emotion. Looking more mobster than business man now, the café owner angrily rubbed at the already darkening bruise before snapping his fingers again initiating the painful beating that many simply turned a blind eye to. Some simply shook their heads while muttering about the foolish thugs of the textile mill; everyone knew that you didn’t mess with the café in Orange Town, that was just suicide. With his collaborator in disposed Takuan decided to head back, but before he left he briefly instructed a dozing Gordon to have the guests of interest come back to the factory with him. At first the old man opened his mouth in denial of the task, but then the light that came with realization made his eyes glow brightly as he realized that this was a teaching moment,
“Em, gentlemen if you would kindly follow me I’ll show you where you can get…some edification…of sorts” he said vaguely hinting at what could be taken to mean food, however Gordon Gecko cared very little for the food of the world. Only one thing made the man’s stomach tighten until the point of pain…one thing only. The screams of poor Tom were carried off to the back of the café where they continued for several hours after and were only interrupted when the ‘shake-down’ brothers needed a drink, not that anyone minded. Strangely enough a man with a powdered wig looking hairstyle watched with from afar with the sun’s light hiding the direction his undoubtedly observant eyes were scanning…