badluckbabe: (Digimon: Noir eyeroll)
Jinx ([personal profile] badluckbabe) wrote in [community profile] thefolder2013-08-11 08:09 pm

It's Film Noir see~

Who: Jinx, Noir and Open to all
What: Film Noir has settled on the city
Where: The Digital Dive Bar
When: Sunday Evening



The world is made up of shades of black, white and grey.

Figuratively speaking, it's difficult at times to see where right and wrong lay as shadows of selfish motives and sinful opportunities present themselves and weaken even the most pure hearted. The shades of grey can lead them astray and turn you about till you can't even recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.

Also literally. As night fell upon the city the very color seemed to drain from the world and the clothing and lingo seemed to change to match.

The Digital Dive Bar was a seedy little joint on the north end of Terminal Tokyo, located in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty and adjacent to the Crest of Desire District.

It was the kind of shady bar where you could go to forget yourself for a few hours. Less reputable Digimon liked to gather here and drink away their problems. Some night this gathering of reprobates and rouges was downright cheery.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

A fog of cigar smoke filled the air above their heads as a crooked poker game was played out hour by hour with the chips gradually changing hands from one Mon to another. A vixen of a Renamon worked the bar flirting her way to tips and smoking from a long elegant cigarette holder. She wore a slinky black number that clung to her curves like so many men and mon would be happy to do behind closed doors.

 




trainsurdragons: ([listening])

[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-14 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Connections are things I need that I don't have. Money's another," Hiccup murmured a response, watching Jinx's reflection in his glass before looking up at her from beneath the brim of his hat. Fearless' attention had been caught by the dame sure enough, but Hiccup didn't seem to be swayed by her charms. Too concerned about the dark cloud hanging over him he currently had to deal with.

"And lemme guess," He continued, folding his hands together on the table, "you've got something I might be interested in...?"
trainsurdragons: (well that's just great)

[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-15 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well....for me that weight is literal," He sighed, pulling back the cuff of his pants to show her his prosthetic. It's in horrible disrepair, so rusty that it looks like it might fall apart at any minute.

"I probably don't even need to say anything else for you to understand my problem." Fearless piped up next, tapping his claws knowingly against his glass, "We're strapped fer cash, not like you can do anythin' 'bout it dollface."
trainsurdragons: (I can't help you)

[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-15 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mmm....quite a while now." He answered, stretching his leg out with a bit of a wince. With how rusty it had gotten, he wouldn't be able to keep walking on it for much longer. That's why he's so eager to get some more money...but it's been difficult for the boy, as of late.
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[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-17 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"...Well...I build things." Hiccup shrugged slightly, glancing over at Fearless who yawned, "I dunno, eatin'? What's there ta' be good at?" The boy grimaced and shook his head, pushing his pants leg back down. "Thanks for your....interest, but I'm not really sure what you could do to help us."
trainsurdragons: (I am so done)

[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-17 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fine. Start telling me what you're capable of, then." Hiccup sighed, taking a long swig of his drink. He was frustrated enough without having to endure empty promises. ...yet, he was desperate. Might as well listen to what she had to say.
trainsurdragons: ([Gomamon5])

[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-19 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Hiccup and Fearless both gasped audibly at the display of the bills, quickly shooting each other a glance. Then Fearless immediately looked back to her, sitting up a bit straighter, "A'ight sister, talk! How'd ya manage ta' get yer mitts on that much bread?!"
trainsurdragons: (oop)

[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-20 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can build just about anything. Maybe not like...a house, or something, but things that could be found useful, depending on what you want. Tools, carts, prosthetics of course..." He nodded to his leg, even though HE hadn't made the one he's using in the first place.
trainsurdragons: (you've got to be kidding)

[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-24 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Hiccup leaned back slightly as she came closer, idly tracing his fingers along the rim of his glass. "A weapon...sounds like you'd benefit from a small, light club or a knife or something....or mace." Fearless snickered, rolling his eyes a little, to which Hiccup ignored and continued.

"I don't have the materials to build anything, though. You'd have to provide those."
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[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-24 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Hiccup's eyes widen a little with surprise, but he takes the money offered to him without much hesitation. The money she'd given him was more than enough to repair his leg. He nodded slowly, "...Y-yes this....this is plenty. And don't worry, I'll think of something worth your while. I promise."
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[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-25 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"U-uuhh...." He faltered, his grip tightening on the stack of bills in his hand. "....Th-Thank you. ....I think."