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Post by imaginary on Nov 15, 2015 1:13:17 GMT
Tonight the place was packed it was funny because with the cops in town everyone seemed to be hiding out at her place. That made the old madam laugh, passing all her girls there were passion noises coming from behind closed doors and dark corners. She ruled here un checked that sad excuse for a bleeding heart rex had originally come to her to ask her to stop but shed patted him on the head flexed bit of muscle and reminded him he was still new.
So a year had passed they had left each other alone and she was still doing her own thing. Estelle was comfortable with that so she glided through her house and greeted her guests collected cash and grabbed a drink. Some of the men were talking about that little upstart Pepper and her little show. The little tramp had refused her and damn near killed her when they had come to blows about her being one of Estelle's girls. Shed not expected her to be so strong for some one so young but then it turned out that Estelle had not been a lion as long as pepper so age didn't matter.
So shed beefed up security and was working with another of the lions at the docks in trade for muscle she let them have some girls when they had free time. So she was well taken care of and it was business as usual.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 17:46:18 GMT
Tibs walked in front of the courtyard that belonged to Estelle. It was a mansion that was somewhat smaller than Tibs, however the building housed three times as much misery and death as Tibs housed safety and care. The Lions stood in the courtyard, three of them two were smoking cigarettes when Tibs walked up. Two of them stood barring his path. Tibs shook his head, in as much as he could he was a polite as he could, however he was not going to be denied. They were all fairly strong lions but not even in the same catergory as Tibs.
Tibs gave the one who was closest a look that told him all that he needed to know. Move or get hurt, that was the only options that he gave. These lions would learn who is the rex, Estelle nor Eric are Rexes they were just institutions. That was what Tibs needed to break, not the people but the ideas of what they were.
“Whoa Thibodaux, Estelle is having a party and you’re not invited.”
Tibs nodded, he figured as much. Estelle was having a party, well it was time to end that party and rain on her parade. Tibs started to walk past the lion who of course grabbed his arm. Tibs threw the puch as hard as he could, at the lion that was in the back of the group. The lion was lifted from his feet. He flew up and back at least ten feet. He crumbled like damp paper when he landed. He wasn’t getting up anytime soon. The second lion grabbed him trying in vain to restrain him they both were struggling. To restrain him but it was obvious that they were well out of their depth. Tib headbutted one of the lions and wristlocked the second. With a powerful swing the second lion dropped in a heap. Tibs made quick work of the last lion.
Tibs walked up the steps of the building to where the party was going. He walked past all the younger lions, he saw Estelle looking rather pleased with herself. Until she noticed that tibs was standing there and the slight smell of blood from his knuckles. Her smile instantly dropped.
Tibs walked up to Estelle
”Okay old lady. We already had that conversation where I tried to be civil. So we will do this in accordance to pride law. You have one week. To leave. All the broke cubs you make I will take but if you make another I will slaughter you. If you do not leave I will kill you. The next move is up to you.”
Tibs hid his combat rifle one floor up he just hoped he would not need it.
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Post by imaginary on Nov 15, 2015 23:35:33 GMT
How dare he? The pelt on him to come into her home and threaten..She growled low but didn't want to start a battle tonight but his little ultimatum would not go unchallenged shed get Eric and they would skin this little upstart. She was fuming and let her beast leak a bit into her eyes. "You come in here on my most lucrative night and tell me your going to take my girls? My dear Rex you and what army?"
Dismissing him with a wave "Fine lets see how the week goes and who's standing at the end of it shall we. I dont need to make any more Ive got plenty of pets for visitors to play with"
She hadn't said shed leave but she hadn't said she wouldn't either she just wanted him to go.Unbeknownst to them both one of the "patrons"was an off duty out of town Ripit detective who had heard about the place and wanted to see it for him self.He over heard and felt that maybe the locals needed to know that there was a lion running a lion and human bordello and turning her girls. That the local rex was trying to clean up but only able to take the lions. He'd slip out under the guise of not wanting to be there if the cops got called and went to make contact.
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Post by Nobody on Nov 17, 2015 6:28:39 GMT
“Uh huh.”
“Really?”
“That is rich my friend that is rich. Well I’ll wait for her to call me is what I will do. Bu yeah circle the wagons this buckaroo wants to be the new Sheriff in town then I think it’s time we went full screaming red savage.”
Eric began laughing as he ended his call. Placing the handset back into its cradle he stood up and began pacing. Gesticulating as to how he would take the new Rex out with several strong shadow punches thrown onto the air where the imaginary opponent was. “Yeah, you like that and that you fucking maggot.” He said out loud as he saw the New Rex fall before him. Fucking untried heavy handed punk.
This would be fun no matter what happened he would enjoy himself immensely. He’d been waiting on the man to come sniffing around for a tribute or some show of respect when he hadn’t Eric began making plans. Of course while he made lans in the most general sense they all came down to mano e mano battle that he excelled at. Man to man beast to beast. Nine full on challenges and eight wins under his belt. He was itching to put another notch on his belt. Maybe just like when he stood against the snot nosed kid from Baton he would make him service him as he shifted in his mouth. Yeah that was the ticket.
He could see it now. It would be great.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 7:08:57 GMT
Tibs smiles gently, she would soon find out what army he had in play. Oh would she ever find out what army. Tibs did not want to tip his hand, not just yet. He had a few more cards to play. The role of heavy handed brute was the role he was built to play so naturally he worked harder than most to become more cerebral, it was the only way to survive not being boxed and packaged as a fist. If he was just a fist he would never be a Rex as there was always someone who would and could outmaneuver a brute. So for now he played Estelle and Eric like the violins they were.
“I really tried to show respect to my elders, I even gave you time to close the shop and move on. It was out of respect for your advanced age that I did not drag you kicking and screaming into the night, however you left me no choice. You have a week and then you will be considered a rogue.”
With the message delivered Tibs took a bold step away from her and sauntered towards the door. He walked tauntingly, almost daring her to make a move. He had hoped to infuriate her into making a stupid error, while he could only hope that Estelle would be so drunk on power, her inaction also let the room and more importantly her girls know that even she had to bow to someone, she was not the all consuming hand of god that she implied to them. That was how games of control work. You control large groups via hope and/or fear. If she was not the power in New Orleans, then someone, namely him was. By him verbally undressing her in her own home that dashed that notion of her being the end all be all.
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