Thread Roulette: Staff Noir

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Kanda Shao looks kind of familiar, and Tim Lyne wants to figure out why. Is she one of the girls he dated while he was at Hammel?

Rules: Play it like an old Film Noir scene, with each character narrating their feelings and thoughts about the other character. Please see link to the Film Noir game I will have up shortly in the event thread.

[Tim Lyne]

"It was supposed to be a normal day of work. I'd come in from the hard streets just wanting to put my feet up and relax. But she was there, putting her feet up and relaxing. And she was hot.

"That was enough by itself, really, but there was something else too. She was hot, and she looked familiar. This was one dame that I just knew I'd seen somewhere before. Had I dated her in the past? Was she already a notch in the bedpost? I just had to know. But I couldn't let her know. So I approached her."

Tim had, indeed, been working for some time, and had come into the lounge more or less to relax, as his narration clearly tells the audience. He wasn't sure what exactly compelled him to talk out his feelings or anything; it just felt right, and kind of cool. Right now though, he needed to figure out how to get what he wanted with the least amount of work. That should be easy enough.

So he stood next to the couch, looking down at the relaxing girl.

"Hey there, beautiful," he said. A grin, then he turned to look out, as if addressing a studio audience. "I had to try a line. I couldn't help it; she was even hotter up close," then, back to her: "Your feet seem tired. That must be because you've been walking through my head all day."

To the audience: "It was a classic, and I knew pretty soon I'd have her right where I wanted her. Dames always fell for the good looks and a good line."

[Kanda Shao]

Kanda had been sitting quietly in the staff lounge for the last half hour. Well, except for the monologue she'd had about one of the lab reports she was marking. That hadn't been very quiet at all. But no-one else who'd been in the room seemed to have noticed her saying anything, though many of them started leaving after a few more of them. For the most part, she wasn't really thinking about it herself. She was far too busy rolling her eyes at some of these reports.

And then someone new walked in for her to roll her eyes at.

"Without even asking I could tell he was one of those guys who thought he was pretty hot with the ladies. A stud, a cad, a bounder. Whatever you called them, he was one of them. It was a busy day so I tried to ignore him, figuring he'd get bored of sniffing around like some hungry stray and go bother some young strumpet at a grubby old bar, but as it happened he had some sort of fixation, some kind of itch to scratch, and he was damn well gonna scratch it here."

Glancing at him over her papers as he spoke to her, she raised an eyebrow. "I must have been lost, then," she said to him, looking back down at the papers in hand.

"He musta got his lines from the Big Bumper Book of Sleaze, but I wasn't in the mood to comment on it. All I wanted was to get back to my work, and maybe grab a big old glass of orange juice on the rocks."

[Tim Lyne]

"Right away I could tell that this dame was going to be tougher. She was smart. They usually were, those teacher types. But she was also hot enough to grill sausages on, and I had one that I wanted to see heating up."

Tim shifted, trying to look over the girl again. More narration flowed: "She sure looked familiar though. I couldn't help but wonder if I wasn't heading down another twisting, winding road, where the end would be someone's spread legs. But damn, was she hot, and let's face it, I'm not exactly known for thinking with my brain."

Time to actually talk to the girl though, otherwise this just wasn't going anywhere. "I'm sure I can help you find your way. I'm pretty good at that sort of thing. Besides, someone as hot as you shouldn't be alone."

"Okay, maybe it was a bit thick," to the audience now, "but thick was how I worked, and it was coming out anyway. Besides, I'm charming, dammit."

[Kanda Shao]

"He was hopeless, a real failure between the ears but I figured most of his thinkin' was done between the legs. The way he just kept going after it - whatever he thought 'it' was - like a cat with a laser pointer filled me with dread. The kind of dread you get when you know you're going to have to turn someone into a pretzel by the end of the day."

Turning a page, she put one leg firmly over the other in such a way that she faced slightly away from him, not looking up even once. "I've got a compass in my phone, buddy. And the power to cool myself off, if I need to."

To whatever audience was listening, she spoke; "Maybe my irritation wasn't clear enough, maybe my lines didn't have enough punch. He just kept on trying, like a dog with a bone, but i didn't have the stomach to even gaze in that general direction to confirm those suspicions."

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