just a little broken

I don't know what to say to you if you wanted to know why I wish that things were easier but the stars are not aligned And my heart can't survive

[dahdaphne]

jettmaverick·:

     “Guess you’re not wrong about that.” He gave her another once over, then a nod, stepping away so he could get some privacy to make his call.

“Well enjoy yourself, and if you need anything I’ll be around.”

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[dahdaphne]

jettmaverick·:

     “Yeah… wasn’t plannin’ on taking any pictures. And if y’don’t want ‘em, might wanna take people’s phones to begin with, right? Save you the trouble of others being not so nice?”

     “Either way, I’m just trying to call the person I’m supposed to meet. Not start some shit.”

“I don’t like to take things from people, that’s all the Government has done.” She said looking to him. 

She watches him "that's fine."

[dahdaphne]

jettmaverick·:

     All the big bad things? Jett didn’t ask the question aloud, thinking a joke about murder or kidnapping was probably in poor taste. She went on to offer him free drinks, to which he simply nodded, turning his attention down to his phone as he dialed a number. “Thanks.”

Her eyes turned down to his phone “though we do have a strict rule on phones... no photos, no evidence you know the usual mumbo jumbo.”

"So be careful with that, the others might not be so nice about it like me."

[dahdaphne]

jkrodgers·:

“I was uh-looking for Lucas Suraez. He normally comes around here. Have ya seen ‘im?” 

.

“Lucas Suraez...” she pauses making a face “that name doesn’t ring a bell hun.” She said turning her head to check on one of the ovens that was slowly rotating in the back. 

"But if I ever hear about it I'll be sure to let ya know" she said with a wink toward him.

[dahdaphne]

jettmaverick·:

     Jett stared at her momentarily, then peered past the door, attention flitting to the person who’d opened the door before he pressed further. And then he fucking got it, yanking his phone out of his back pocket. There were scantily clad men and women, some on laps, others with their arms draped around shoulders, and others who were leading the patrons toward an even darker hallway.

     “So… strip joint? Or we talkin’ some major happy endings?”

Daphne moved from the door and turned her attention once more onto to Jett. “Well I suppose you could say it’s a bit of everything.” She pauses “we venture into that, plus gambling, drinking, you know all those big bad things that they don’t want others doing.” 

"So first drinks are on the house so help yourself" she said motioning to the bar.

[dahdaphne]

jettmaverick·:

     His brow hardened into a frown at her comment about calming down and he didn’t really know what the fuck she was on about, but he kept following nonetheless. 

     “You don’t hold people captive? Because that’s a really fuckin’ weird thing to say.”

She shrugged at his comment before looking toward the main door. She moved and knocked on the door a couple of times before a small window opened up and eyes peered out behind the door. "Hey I got a newbie" she said as she looked to the person who simply nodded behind the door and closed the small window and turned the lock and opened the door. Her attention went back to Jett once more.

"After you."

[dahdaphne]

jettmaverick·:

     “I’m not jumpy. I’m skeptical. This seems like some bullshit my buddy is pullin’.”

     “So your whole it’s totally normal down there shit means jack shit to me cause I don’t know what I’m walkin’ into.” The suspicion in his expression increased, the crease between his brow deepening as he eyed her, “I don’t just give out people’s names. They don’t work here if that’s what your askin’.”

“Now now calm down hun, I’m just making sure you aren’t Govo trash.” She said as she opened the door and stepped in and looked to him “you’re welcome to leave whenever you want. It’s not like I am holding people captive down here.” She said as she stepped down a couple of steps before turning back to him.

"And that's all you had to say. So are you going to come down or are you going to stand there and be skeptical?"

[dahdaphne]

jettmaverick·:

     Jett furrowed his brow, glancing between her and the door she walked through, hesitating for a few beats — another glance toward the street — before he finally followed.

Daphne stopped and turned to look toward Jett.  "This your first time? I can tell you're kinda... jumpy" she said before stopping at a brown door "don't be it's totally normal down there." She smiles toward him "promise... so who are you meeting down here? I need to know for insurance purposes and all."

[dahdaphne]

jettmaverick·:

·· · “Yeah. Supposed to meet someone in a—” he chuckled, “—basement?”

Daphne let out a soft chuckle "a basement" she moved and dusted off her hands "well by all means, right this way sir" she said motioning toward the door.

[dahdaphne]

jkrodgers·:

Kip was spending the night out trying to put together another trail that lead to the person who he had been assigned for his field work.. He frequented this…establishment, which for all intents and purposes Kip was going to try and pretend it was just a bakery. 

He turns the corner just in time to watch the woman through her bag into the dumpster. 

“Hey do you uh, work here?” 

.

Daphne turned her attention toward the voice. She tilted her head with a smile.

"Why yes I am darlin' what can I do for ya?"

[dahdaphne]

jettmaverick·:

    Jett narrowed his eyes at the woman, giving her a skeptical look as he approached, “Hey, you uh, work here? The bakery?”

"Why yes I do, I actually own it. Need anything? Or just askin'?

[dahdaphne]

Daphne pulled the trashcan close to her as she bent down to clean up the bits and pieces of glass that had broken last night. The upstairs bakery was closed off for a “inventory” day but in reality she just needed to get the lower levels cleaned up and things back in shape. She tied the bag closed and then lifted the bag from it’s container and groaned as she hoisted it up the stairs. Stepping out the back door she flung the bag into the large dumpster.

"I really should just invest in using plastic cups now” she said with a deep sigh.

[dahdaphne]

Arin Melnikov

Frankie Presley·.

Frankie smirks at Daphne before he shakes his head. He stifles another comment as he fishes a lollipop from his pocket and unwraps it, popping it into his mouth.

   “Yup.” They weaved their way through the crowd in the dim locale, the madam leading him towards a more secluded hallway, lined on both sides with closed doors. Arin had cast his eyes over the main area when they’d passed through and had seen no sign of Medina, which meant that the room was his best shot, and he didn’t want to waste any more time down there than he had to.

“Well shall we” she said as she smiled toward the hallway, when she knew they were in tow she made her way down to the room. She gave it a slight knock with the back of her hand, her knuckle hitting against the wood. A couple of seconds a blonde girl came to the door and Daphne did a sweet smile and leaned in to whisper something to the girl who simple nodded and exited the room without saying a word. 

Daphne turned and held the door closed slightly, “if you want him out don’t cause a scene please” she said and stepped back from the door and motioned with her hand. “All yours.”

[dahdaphne]

Arin Melnikov

Frankie Presley·.

Frankie follows behind the other two, content with being quietly until they get through the black door.

“If ya get weird with the workers, I get to toss you out,” Frankie says absently, no threat carrying in his voice. He only sounded like he was stating a fact.

   “He got a usual room?” Arin kept his attention on the woman, stifling a laugh.

Daphne looked over at Frankie and shook her head “behave” she moved and turned her attention once more onto Arin.

“Sometimes usually he’s in room 13. Do you want to check there first?”

[dahdaphne]

Arin Melnikov

Frankie Presley·.

Frankie is stepping over to Daphne now, inspecting the box that she had come upstairs with.

“He’s Arin Melnikov,” Frankie tells Daphne passively before he looks back up to the other male. “Don’t leave a mess, ‘cause I’ll end up cleaning it up.”

     Arin cast the brunet a brief glance, but found nothing particularly familiar about him. It was no strange occurrence, either way; the Government had made sure Battery City knew his fucking name. As for the mess, well…

   “Lead the way.” He returned his attention to the madam.

Daphne turned her attention to Frankie has he mentioned Arin’s name. It didn’t sound familiar to her, but then again she rarely paid attention to anyone that wasn’t in or around her life. 

Daphne motioned for Arin to follow her down toward the basement, when she reached the black door she pulled out a set of keys and unlocked one before letting him and Frankie in, once in she locked it and then moved to another door and pushed it open. “You are welcome to look around the main floor, if you want to look in a room I’ll have to open it for ya.” She said jingling the keys she was currently holding.

[dahdaphne]

Arin Melnikov

Frankie Presley·.

Frankie catches the bills, smirking still and shaking his head slightly as he pockets them.

“And yeah he came alone,” Frankie adds.

     Arin stopped in the doorway, his gaze falling on the woman when she spoke; presumably she was the brothel’s madam. A smile spread across his face as he turned to her.

   “So you’ll fucking sell his ugly ass out, but not me, am I getting that right?”

Daphne smirked as she listened to him. “Well you see” she moved stepping out of the threshold of the door and near to where Arin was “the difference between him and you is” she paused “he’s a sleaze... and honestly I’d prefer his ass be turned in than deal with him groping my girls, and drinking all my beer without so much as giving me anything in return.” She crossed her arms against her chest and tilted her head “so yeah. I’m selling his ugly ass out. Besides” she paused “you have a trusting face” she said with a grin before walking back to the door.

"So what will it be Mr..." she said pausing to get his name.

[dahdaphne]

Arin Melnikov·

Frankie Presley·.

“Medina,” Frankie answers Daphne as he crosses his arms, turning to where he could see both her and Arin.

“This guy was in here asking about ‘im after I accidentally hit him with Hendrickson.”

     A woman appeared from somewhere towards the back, carrying a box that she put down on a table before approaching out of the murk – and suddenly there were two who had seen him there – who could tell Medina that there’d been some blond asshole around asking about him.    “Forget it.” Arin flicked the silver bills towards the brunet and turned away, heading for the door.

Daphne watched Arin and than blinked, she shifted “if you’re looking for someone, all you have to do is ask” she said tilting her head. “I won’t let anyone know you’re here, that is one of my rules anyway.” She pauses moving toward the door and moved leaning against it “I’d be hypocritical if I told on everyone that stepped foot in or around my shop.”

“Medina is downstairs, I could easily just... bring him up or you could sneak in if you really want to go find him. It’s plenty dark in there. But...” she pauses “it is up to you entirely” she said with a shrug.