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Aria/Allies

2013-07-03T06:57:26Z

Aria:

{| align="center"
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Hunter]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Trace]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Azrael]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Hunter.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''A true professional.''
| [[Image:Trace13.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''People like her always deserve respect.''
| [[Image:Azrael.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Plays a deeper game than most realize.''
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Damian]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Nathan]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Shiori]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Dam.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Promising.''
| [[Image:Nathan7.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Unsure about this one.''
| [[Image:Shiori.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''I fear for people such as this.''
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Tobias]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Court]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center> </center>
|-
| [[Image:Tobias.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Diversity is what makes us strong.''
| [[Image:Court.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Rough around the edges.''
|
| width="250" |
|-
|}
<noinclude>[[Category:Character Subpages]]</noinclude>

Aria/Allies

2013-07-02T05:14:11Z

Aria:

{| align="center"
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Hunter]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Trace]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Azrael]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Hunter.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''A true professional.''
| [[Image:Trace13.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''People like her always deserve respect.''
| [[Image:Azrael.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Plays a deeper game than most realize.''
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Damian]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Nathan]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Shiori]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Dam.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Promising.''
| [[Image:Nathan7.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Unsure about this one.''
| [[Image:Shiori.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''I fear for people such as this.''
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Tobias]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center> </center>
! colspan="2" | <Center> </center>
|-
| [[Image:Tobias.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Diversity is what makes us strong.''
|
| width="250" |
|
| width="250" |
|-
|}
<noinclude>[[Category:Character Subpages]]</noinclude>

Aria/Gallery

2013-07-02T05:08:07Z

Aria:

<center>
{{Gallery2
|gallerywidth=750px
|width=150
|height=150
|lines=4
|Image:Aria2.jpg|
|Image:Aria3.jpg|
|Image:Aria4.jpg|
|Image:Aria6.jpg|
}}
</center>
<noinclude>[[Category:Character Subpages]]</noinclude>

Aria

2013-07-02T05:07:41Z

Aria:

[[Category:PC]]
{| id="layoutTable"
|-
| class="MainPageBG" width="30%" |
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
|-
! '''Name:''' Aria St. John
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Infobox}}
|-
! Logs
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Logs}}
|}
|
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
! Quotes
|-
| align=center| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Quotes}}
|-
! Physical Description
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Description}}
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Gallery}}
|-
! Allies and Contacts
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Allies}}
|-
! Rumors
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Hooks}}
|-

Aria/Gallery

2013-07-02T05:06:59Z

Aria:

<center>
{{Gallery2
|gallerywidth=750px
|width=150
|height=150
|lines=4
|Image:Aria2.jpg|
|Image:Aria3.jpg|
|Image:Aria4.jpg|
|Image:Aria5.jpg|
|Image:Aria6.jpg|
}}
</center>
<noinclude>[[Category:Character Subpages]]</noinclude>

File:Aria6.jpg

2013-07-02T05:06:35Z

Aria:

Aria/Gallery

2013-07-02T05:04:10Z

Aria: Created page with "<center> {{Gallery2 |gallerywidth=750px |width=150 |height=150 |lines=4 |Image:Aria2.jpg| |Image:Aria3.jpg| |Image:Aria4.jpg| |Image:Aria5.jpg| }} </center> <noinclude>[[Cate..."

<center>
{{Gallery2
|gallerywidth=750px
|width=150
|height=150
|lines=4
|Image:Aria2.jpg|
|Image:Aria3.jpg|
|Image:Aria4.jpg|
|Image:Aria5.jpg|
}}
</center>
<noinclude>[[Category:Character Subpages]]</noinclude>

File:Aria5.jpg

2013-07-02T04:50:54Z

Aria:

File:Aria4.jpg

2013-07-02T04:50:07Z

Aria:

File:Aria3.jpg

2013-07-02T04:49:23Z

Aria:

File:Aria2.jpg

2013-07-02T04:35:02Z

Aria:

User:Aria

2013-07-02T03:57:01Z

Aria: Created page with "Aria St. John"

[[Aria]] St. John

Aria/Allies

2013-07-02T02:06:44Z

Aria:

{| align="center"
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Hunter]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Trace]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Azrael]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Hunter.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''A true professional.''
| [[Image:Trace13.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''People like her always deserve respect.''
| [[Image:Azrael.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Plays a deeper game than most realize.''
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Damian]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Nathan]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Shiori]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Dam.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Promising.''
| [[Image:Nathan7.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Unsure about this one.''
| [[Image:Shiori.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''I fear for people such as this.''
|-
|}
<noinclude>[[Category:Character Subpages]]</noinclude>

Aria/Allies

2013-07-02T02:04:52Z

Aria:

{| align="center"
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Hunter]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Trace]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Azrael]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Hunter.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''A true professional.''
| [[Image:Trace13.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''People like her always deserve respect.''
| [[Image:Azrael.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Plays a deeper game than most realize.''
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Damian]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Nathan]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center> </center>
|-
| [[Image:Dam.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Promising.''
| [[Image:Nathan7.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Unsure about this one.''
| [[Image:Shiori.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''I fear for people such as this.''
|-
|}
<noinclude>[[Category:Character Subpages]]</noinclude>

Aria/Allies

2013-07-02T02:04:40Z

Aria:

{| align="center"
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Hunter]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Trace]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Azrael]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Hunter.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''A true professional.''
| [[Image:Trace13.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''People like her always deserve respect.''
| [[Image:Azrael.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Plays a deeper game than most realize.''
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Damian]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Nathan]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center> </center>
|-
| [[Image:Dam.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Promising.''
| [[Image:Nathan7.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Unsure about this one.''
| [[Image:Shiori.jgp|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''I fear for people such as this.''
|-
|}
<noinclude>[[Category:Character Subpages]]</noinclude>

Aria/Allies

2013-06-29T05:53:15Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-29T03:32:49Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-29T03:06:16Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-29T03:05:56Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-29T02:30:32Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-29T02:29:37Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-29T02:28:41Z

Aria:

{| align="center"
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Hunter]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Trace]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Azrael]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Hunter.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''A true professional.''
| [[Image:Trace13.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''People like her always deserve respect.''
| [[Image:Azrael.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''Another fish who thinks he can beat a lady at cards.''
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Damian]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Nathan]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center> </center>
|-
| [[Image:Damian.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''A true professional.''
| [[Image:Trace13.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''''People like her always deserve respect.''
|  
| width="250" | '''''Another fish who thinks he can beat a lady at cards.''
|-
|}
<noinclude>[[Category:Character Subpages]]</noinclude>

Aria/Allies

2013-06-29T02:26:42Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-29T02:25:47Z

Aria:

Aria

2013-06-28T19:47:04Z

Aria:

[[Category:PC]]
{| id="layoutTable"
|-
| class="MainPageBG" width="30%" |
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
|-
! '''Name:''' Aria St. John
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Infobox}}
|-
! Logs
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Logs}}
|}
|
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
! Quotes
|-
| align=center| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Quotes}}
|-
! Physical Description
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Description}}
|-
! Allies and Contacts
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Allies}}
|-
! Rumors
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Hooks}}
|-

Aria

2013-06-28T19:46:41Z

Aria:

[[Category:PC]]
{| id="layoutTable"
|-
| class="MainPageBG" width="30%" |
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
|-
! '''Name:''' Aria St. John
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Infobox}}
|-
! Logs
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Logs}}
|}
|
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
! Quotes
|-
| align=center| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Quotes}}
|-
|-! Physical Description
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Description}}
|-
! Allies and Contacts
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Allies}}
|-
! Rumors
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Hooks}}
|-

Aria/RP Hooks

2013-06-28T19:33:02Z

Aria:

''"I heard she had an abusive boyfriend or somethin' back East..."''

''"I don't recommend playin' cards against her. Girl don't seem to ever lose."''

Aria/RP Hooks

2013-06-28T19:32:47Z

Aria:

''"I heard she had an abusive boyfriend or somethin' back East..."

"I don't recommend playin' cards against her. Girl don't seem to ever lose."
''

Aria/RP Hooks

2013-06-28T19:32:31Z

Aria: Created page with "|- "I heard she had an abusive boyfriend or somethin' back East..." |- "I don't recommend playin' cards against her. Girl don't seem to ever lose.""

|- "I heard she had an abusive boyfriend or somethin' back East..."
|- "I don't recommend playin' cards against her. Girl don't seem to ever lose."

Aria

2013-06-28T19:31:18Z

Aria:

[[Category:PC]]
{| id="layoutTable"
|-
| class="MainPageBG" width="30%" |
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
|-
! '''Name:''' Aria St. John
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Infobox}}
|-
! Quotes
|-
| align=center| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Quotes}}
|-
! Logs
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Logs}}
|}
|
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
|-
! A Glimpse Within
|-
| colspan="2" width="100%"| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Introduction}}
|-
! Physical Description
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Description}}
|-
! Allies and Contacts
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Allies}}
|-
! Rumors
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Hooks}}
|-

Aria/Introduction

2013-06-28T19:30:35Z

Aria: Created page with ""I just have to know...""

"I just have to know..."

Aria/Allies

2013-06-28T19:26:45Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-28T19:25:46Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-28T19:25:09Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-28T19:24:37Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-28T19:23:24Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-28T19:22:28Z

Aria:

Aria/Allies

2013-06-28T19:20:00Z

Aria: Created page with "{| align="center" |- ! colspan="2" | <Center>Chandler</center> ! colspan="2" | <Center>Katie</center> ! colspan="2" | <Center>Petra</center> |- | [[Image:Hunter.j..."

{| align="center"
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Chandler]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Katie]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Petra]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Hunter.jpg|75px|A real professional.]]
| width="250" | '''''An interesting read this one.''' She bears watching.''
| [[Image:Katie15.jpg|75px|Insert Witty remark.]]
| width="250" | '''''Quick wit, but a storm lurks within.''' Incredibly hard read, if she could play poker she'd be dangeous.''
| [[Image:Petra.jpg|75px|Insert Witty remark.]]
| width="250" | '''''A spirited singer.''' The center of the party and attention.''
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Zane]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Billie]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Court]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:Zane.jpg|75px|Insert Witty remark.]]
| width="250" | '''''The first person I met in the city.''' I still need to call about that tattoo, but my luck has been good enough of late I'm worried about changing it. Maybe if my favorite Lady turns against me I'll get new ink.''
| [[Image:Billie.jpg|75px|Insert Witty remark.]]
| width="250" | '''''Anger, fear, and agression. Does two out of three make the darkside?''' If so who needs the cookies?''
| [[Image:Court.jpg|75px|Insert Witty remark.]]
| width="250" | '''''Ambition is lost on this one I think.''' If his greatest ambition is to have none, he is well on his way.''
|-
|}
[[Category:Character Subpages]]

Aria/Infobox

2013-06-28T19:17:29Z

Aria:

{| align="center"
|-
| colspan="2" | [[Image:Aria.jpg|center]]
|-
| colspan="2" | <hr />
|-
| '''Origins:'''
| Southern Belle
|-
| '''Occupation:'''
| Professional Gambler
|-
| '''Demeanor:'''
| Conservative, quiet, but means what she says.
|-
| '''Age:'''
| Early Twenties
|-
| '''Hair:'''
| Shoulder-length, straight and black
|-
| '''Eyes:'''
| Large, piercing and pale-blue
|-
| colspan="2" | <hr />
|-
|colspan="2" | <hr />
|-
|}
[[Category:Character Subpages]]

Aria

2013-06-28T19:14:54Z

Aria:

[[Category:PC]]
{| id="layoutTable"
|-
| class="MainPageBG" width="30%" |
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
|-
! '''Name:''' Aria St. John
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Infobox}}
|-
! Quotes
|-
| align=center| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Quotes}}
|-
! Logs
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Logs}}
|}
|
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
|-
! A Glimpse Within
|-
| colspan="2" width="100%"| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Introduction}}
|-
! Physical Description
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Description}}
|-
! Allies and Contacts
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Allies}}
|-
! RP Hooks
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Hooks}}
|-

Aria

2013-06-28T19:13:06Z

Aria:

[[Category:PC]]
{| id="layoutTable"
|-
| class="MainPageBG" width="30%" |
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
|-
! '''Name:''' Aria St. John
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Infobox}}
|-
! Quotes
|-
| align=center| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Quotes}}
|-
! RP Hooks
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Hooks}}
|-
! Logs
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/RP_Logs}}
|}
|
{| border=0 width="100%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5"
|-
! A Glimpse Within
|-
| colspan="2" width="100%"| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Introduction}}
|-
! Physical Description
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Description}}
|-
! Allies and Contacts
|-
| {{:{{PAGENAME}}/Allies}}
|-

Aria - Aria Meets the Card Shark

2013-06-28T18:49:12Z

Aria:

{{Log
|ic_date=01/12/2012
|rl_date=06/28/2013
|cast=
* [[Aria]] St. John
* [[Azrael]]
|setting=Albuquerque Sands -- The Casino Floor

Bright neon lights and the constant din of ringing slot machines threaten to overwhelm the senses as one walks through this casino. More than three hundred state-of-the-art slot machines stand in neat banks along the walls and through the spacious room. The air is thick with smoke, as dedicated gamblers pour their hard-earned money into the machines, hoping that fortune might smile upon them. Waitresses decked out in revealing outfits flit through the casino, providing these patrons with watered-down drinks.

Open 24 hours a day, the casino offers Las Vegas style ambiance with small town hospitality. Tables offer up games of blackjack, poker, baccarat, and slots, along with craps. For those new to gaming, the casino offers up classes where friendly attendants explain how to play the various games, how to get the best odds, and how to win the biggest jackpots. The casino holds various promotional raffles and special bonus draws throughout the week, including a weekly drawing to win a trip to Las Vegas.

|log= Azrael is sitting at the Draw Poker Table. He has a nice big stack of chips infront of him. He watches the other player with a gaze that is blank as it can be. He doesn't look at the cards in his hand, just eyeing the players around the table. He pushes in what amounts to about $5,000. Cards fold except for one other.

Wavy black hair, crowns the man before you. It is cut short in the front and sides, tapered in the back to middle of his neck. His clean shaven features hint of baby face that he'll likely never out grow. Despite his youthful face, there comes a hint of experience in the icy blue eyes that return your glance. Nothing aggressive per say, but watchful and calculating of anyone that pays him obvious attention. Hard muscle gives the impression of someone who is dedicated to exercise, but not body building. His stride and the way he moves implies a self confidence that is impossible to deny.

Black silk wraps his upper body at the moment, the top two buttons open to reveal a hint of his chest. A black, leather coat hugs his form and stops just behind his knees. Black khaki pants fit his waist and legs just right. A black leather belt wraps his waist with a simple gold clasp to hold it. Black leather loafers encase his feet, fitting with just a hint of the black socks underneath. All and all a well dressed, almost respectable looking fellow.

Aria steps away from the cashier, a heavy tray of chips in her delicate, white hands. She pauses for a moment, and takes a deep breath of the dry, cool, oxygenated air of the Casino. She seems at peace for an instant, before taking bouncing steps toward the Poker table. She slides gracefully into a seat, places her chips on the table, and antes up without a word.

This young woman moves with a dignity and grace beyond her years. She has pale and smooth white skin, almost luminous. Her hair is black as a raven, long and straight. Bright azure eyes peer out with intensity from beneath her silky strands. She has a small, thin nose which turns up very slightly at the tip. She is dressed in a brightly colored sundress which dances in the desert wind.

Azrael finishes the hand, the other man giving up a great deal of money. He turns to the new player and offers a polite nod. He starts to stack his chips back into his pile. He motions for someone to come to cash him in,"Gentlemen. I believe you have someone new to take your money." he comments, giving you another look,"My dear, I wish I had the time to see your play."

Aria peers intently at the victor, her wide blue eyes seeming to stare through him. "Oh, don't worry my dear," she says in a thick southern drawl, "Something tells me we both will have a long while to get to know each other. Good evening, Sir." She then turns her attention to the cards, and the game, after giving a polite nod.

"I'll look forward to it." he says softly and nods to the lady who comes to cash him in. He hands a $500 chip to the dealer with a wink and a 'devil may care' smile that gets a flush, a soft laugh, and a thank you from the dealer. He nods to her as well,"Of course. You take care of me I take care of you." Of course she didn't really take care of him, he just made a fat win and wanted to share a little of the wealth,"Gentlemen. I leave you to your fate." He turns and walks with the chip collector to get his winnings for the night. As he leaves he gets a lot of dirty looks from some men who have a considerably light wallet. One of them mutters the word "Azzhole". It doesn't sound so very affectionate at all. Apparently he isn't overly popular when he takes everyone's money.
}}

Aria - Aria Meets the Card Shark

2013-06-28T18:48:39Z

Aria: Aria moved page Aria - 13-002 - Aria Meets Azrael the Card SharkLog Title to Aria - 13-002 - Aria Meets the Card Shark

{{Log
|ic_date=01/12/2012
|rl_date=06/28/2013
|cast=
* [[Aria]] St. John
* [[Azrael]]
|setting=Albuquerque Sands -- The Casino Floor

Bright neon lights and the constant din

of ringing slot machines threaten to overwhelm

the senses as one walks through this casino. More

than three hundred state-of-the-art slot machines

stand in neat banks along the walls and through

the spacious room. The air is thick with smoke,

as dedicated gamblers pour their hard-earned

money into the machines, hoping that fortune

might smile upon them. Waitresses decked out in

revealing outfits flit through the casino,

providing these patrons with watered-down drinks.

Open 24 hours a day, the casino offers

Las Vegas style ambiance with small town

hospitality. Tables offer up games of blackjack,

poker, baccarat, and slots, along with craps. For

those new to gaming, the casino offers up classes

where friendly attendants explain how to play the

various games, how to get the best odds, and how

to win the biggest jackpots. The casino holds

various promotional raffles and special bonus

draws throughout the week, including a weekly

drawing to win a trip to Las Vegas.

|log= Azrael is sitting at the Draw Poker

Table. He has a nice big stack of chips infront

of him. He watches the other player with a gaze

that is blank as it can be. He doesn't look at

the cards in his hand, just eyeing the players

around the table. He pushes in what amounts to

about $5,000. Cards fold except for one other.

Wavy black hair, crowns the man before

you. It is cut short in the front and sides,

tapered in the back to middle of his neck. His

clean shaven features hint of baby face that

he'll likely never out grow. Despite his youthful

face, there comes a hint of experience in the icy

blue eyes that return your glance. Nothing

aggressive per say, but watchful and calculating

of anyone that pays him obvious attention. Hard

muscle gives the impression of someone who is

dedicated to exercise, but not body building. His

stride and the way he moves implies a self

confidence that is impossible to deny.

Black silk wraps his upper body at the

moment, the top two buttons open to reveal a hint

of his chest. A black, leather coat hugs his form

and stops just behind his knees. Black khaki

pants fit his waist and legs just right. A black

leather belt wraps his waist with a simple gold

clasp to hold it. Black leather loafers encase

his feet, fitting with just a hint of the black

socks underneath. All and all a well dressed,

almost respectable looking fellow.

Aria steps away from the cashier, a heavy

tray of chips in her delicate, white hands. She

pauses for a moment, and takes a deep breath of

the dry, cool, oxygenated air of the Casino. She

seems at peace for an instant, before taking

bouncing steps toward the Poker table. She slides

gracefully into a seat, places her chips on the

table, and antes up without a word.

This young woman moves with a dignity and

grace beyond her years. She has pale and smooth

white skin, almost luminous. Her hair is black as

a raven, long and straight. Bright azure eyes

peer out with intensity from beneath her silky

strands. She has a small, thin nose which turns

up very slightly at the tip. She is dressed in a

brightly colored sundress which dances in the

desert wind.

Azrael finishes the hand, the other man

giving up a great deal of money. He turns to the

new player and offers a polite nod. He starts to

stack his chips back into his pile. He motions

for someone to come to cash him in,"Gentlemen. I

believe you have someone new to take your money."

he comments, giving you another look,"My dear, I

wish I had the time to see your play."

Aria peers intently at the victor, her

wide blue eyes seeming to stare through him. "Oh,

don't worry my dear," she says in a thick

southern drawl, "Something tells me we both will

have a long while to get to know each other. Good

evening, Sir." She then turns her attention to

the cards, and the game, after giving a polite

nod.

"I'll look forward to it." he says softly

and nods to the lady who comes to cash him in. He

hands a $500 chip to the dealer with a wink and a

'devil may care' smile that gets a flush, a soft

laugh, and a thank you from the dealer. He nods

to her as well,"Of course. You take care of me I

take care of you." Of course she didn't really

take care of him, he just made a fat win and

wanted to share a little of the

wealth,"Gentlemen. I leave you to your fate." He

turns and walks with the chip collector to get

his winnings for the night. As he leaves he gets

a lot of dirty looks from some men who have a

considerably light wallet. One of them mutters

the word "Azzhole". It doesn't sound so very

affectionate at all. Apparently he isn't overly

popular when he takes everyone's money.
}}

Aria - Aria Meets the Card Shark

2013-06-28T18:47:57Z

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{{Log
|ic_date=01/12/2012
|rl_date=06/28/2013
|cast=
* [[Aria]] St. John
* [[Azrael]]
|setting=Albuquerque Sands -- The Casino Floor

Bright neon lights and the constant din

of ringing slot machines threaten to overwhelm

the senses as one walks through this casino. More

than three hundred state-of-the-art slot machines

stand in neat banks along the walls and through

the spacious room. The air is thick with smoke,

as dedicated gamblers pour their hard-earned

money into the machines, hoping that fortune

might smile upon them. Waitresses decked out in

revealing outfits flit through the casino,

providing these patrons with watered-down drinks.

Open 24 hours a day, the casino offers

Las Vegas style ambiance with small town

hospitality. Tables offer up games of blackjack,

poker, baccarat, and slots, along with craps. For

those new to gaming, the casino offers up classes

where friendly attendants explain how to play the

various games, how to get the best odds, and how

to win the biggest jackpots. The casino holds

various promotional raffles and special bonus

draws throughout the week, including a weekly

drawing to win a trip to Las Vegas.

|log= Azrael is sitting at the Draw Poker

Table. He has a nice big stack of chips infront

of him. He watches the other player with a gaze

that is blank as it can be. He doesn't look at

the cards in his hand, just eyeing the players

around the table. He pushes in what amounts to

about $5,000. Cards fold except for one other.

Wavy black hair, crowns the man before

you. It is cut short in the front and sides,

tapered in the back to middle of his neck. His

clean shaven features hint of baby face that

he'll likely never out grow. Despite his youthful

face, there comes a hint of experience in the icy

blue eyes that return your glance. Nothing

aggressive per say, but watchful and calculating

of anyone that pays him obvious attention. Hard

muscle gives the impression of someone who is

dedicated to exercise, but not body building. His

stride and the way he moves implies a self

confidence that is impossible to deny.

Black silk wraps his upper body at the

moment, the top two buttons open to reveal a hint

of his chest. A black, leather coat hugs his form

and stops just behind his knees. Black khaki

pants fit his waist and legs just right. A black

leather belt wraps his waist with a simple gold

clasp to hold it. Black leather loafers encase

his feet, fitting with just a hint of the black

socks underneath. All and all a well dressed,

almost respectable looking fellow.

Aria steps away from the cashier, a heavy

tray of chips in her delicate, white hands. She

pauses for a moment, and takes a deep breath of

the dry, cool, oxygenated air of the Casino. She

seems at peace for an instant, before taking

bouncing steps toward the Poker table. She slides

gracefully into a seat, places her chips on the

table, and antes up without a word.

This young woman moves with a dignity and

grace beyond her years. She has pale and smooth

white skin, almost luminous. Her hair is black as

a raven, long and straight. Bright azure eyes

peer out with intensity from beneath her silky

strands. She has a small, thin nose which turns

up very slightly at the tip. She is dressed in a

brightly colored sundress which dances in the

desert wind.

Azrael finishes the hand, the other man

giving up a great deal of money. He turns to the

new player and offers a polite nod. He starts to

stack his chips back into his pile. He motions

for someone to come to cash him in,"Gentlemen. I

believe you have someone new to take your money."

he comments, giving you another look,"My dear, I

wish I had the time to see your play."

Aria peers intently at the victor, her

wide blue eyes seeming to stare through him. "Oh,

don't worry my dear," she says in a thick

southern drawl, "Something tells me we both will

have a long while to get to know each other. Good

evening, Sir." She then turns her attention to

the cards, and the game, after giving a polite

nod.

"I'll look forward to it." he says softly

and nods to the lady who comes to cash him in. He

hands a $500 chip to the dealer with a wink and a

'devil may care' smile that gets a flush, a soft

laugh, and a thank you from the dealer. He nods

to her as well,"Of course. You take care of me I

take care of you." Of course she didn't really

take care of him, he just made a fat win and

wanted to share a little of the

wealth,"Gentlemen. I leave you to your fate." He

turns and walks with the chip collector to get

his winnings for the night. As he leaves he gets

a lot of dirty looks from some men who have a

considerably light wallet. One of them mutters

the word "Azzhole". It doesn't sound so very

affectionate at all. Apparently he isn't overly

popular when he takes everyone's money.
}}

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2013-06-28T18:41:00Z

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Aria - Aria Meets Hunter the Private Eye

2013-06-28T18:38:58Z

Aria:

{{Log
|ic_date=01/11/2012
|rl_date=06/28/2013
|cast=
* [[Aria]] St. John
* [[Hunter]]
|setting=Intersection of Central and University -- Albuquerque(#0RaJs)

This busy intersection of Central Avenue and University Ave. sees a heavy amount of traffic daily, both from academic types heading north onto campus and the cars driving east/west on what was once historic Route 66. The northeast corner of the block is the edge of campus -- a grass-covered hill leads up from the street, with a large sign upon it that reads '1889: University of New Mexico.' The northwest corner is taken up by a small set of buildings, the home of the University Parking Office. Unsurprisingly, a parking lot surrounds these offices.

The Alvarado Transportation Center is on the southeast corner, next to the Visitor Center. They are surrounded by a small coffee shop and various other businesses typical for a college area, including a bookstore, pawn shop, and bike rental store. On the southwest corner, there is a gas station joined by a 7-11 store, both of which looking like they are doing brisk business. A police car is usually parked outside the 7-11.

|log= It is currently a winter morning. The morning sun shines down through the crystal clear skies. The ground is dry and dusty. A gentle but steady breeze blows to the west-southwest at about 17 mph and the air is cool at 49 degrees.

Hunter is leaning against his truck. He has a Marlboro in his mouth and looking at his cell phone, squinting at the read out. He exhales slowly and shakes his head,"Stinkin' technology." he mutters darkly. He shakes his head and sighs befor etaking in another drag,"Gotta love it."

A black cowboy hat complete with rattlesnake hat band rests on a head of dark brown, shoulder length hair. The somewhat wavy hair is caught in a loose ponytail to keep if off the neck and face. Dark brown eyes seem to be filled with a little too much experience to be residing on a face so young looking. They seem to cry 'we've seen too much' to anyone that looks at them closely. Though nothing about the eyes suggests shyness, they don't stay focused on anyone else's eyes for very long. Sharp facial features, strong cheek bones and jaw might give him a look that borders on threatening even with a smile in place, or maybe especially with a smile. Facial expressions are animated, sometimes maybe too much so and that is the only thing that keeps him from seeming threatening, in fact his expressions sometimes make him seem a little...crazy or goofy.

Standing a little taller than average, somewhere around 6'4", makes more of a picture of a human mountain. Not a long, lanky looking, gangly tall, big is an understatement in most crowds. Solid muscle, the kind that seems to come more from working than working out bulge pretty much everywhere. Body mass probably hits somewhere around 230 pound mark, maybe a little heavier.

A heavy, ankle length, black duster wraps the man in warmth and not a little mystery. One never knows what might be shrouded within that heavy leather enigma. It is not some cheap knock off for wanna be cowboys, this is a legitimate, old school, western duster. Underneath the duster a dark blue, almost skin tight, t-shirt wraps his upper body, making his well toned physique a little more obvious. In the center of the t-shirt is the world wide know Ford oval logo. The shirt is tucked smartly into a pair of new, black Wrangler jeans. A brown leather belt is closed around his waist with a silver and gold buckle. The buckle has a picture of a bucking bull and rider. The words around the picture are scripted in black: National Finals Rodeo All Around Champion 2011. The jeans hang loosely over the top of a pair of well cared for, but far from new, black cowboy boots, toes and heels the only thing obvious.

A young girl, perhaps a student at the local University, walks briskly through the windy winter night. She pulls her jacket tighter about her figure, pauses, and eyes the man. After a moment, she walks toward him and offers a smile, "Can I bum one?" She shivers and looks away, far into the distance down the street, before turning her eyes back to the stranger.

This young woman moves with a dignity and grace beyond her years. She has pale and smooth white skin, almost luminous. Her hair is black as a raven, long and straight. Bright azure eyes peer out with intensity from beneath her silky strands. She has a small, thin nose which turns up very slightly at the tip. She is dressed in a brightly colored sundress which dances in the desert wind.

Hunter looks up from his phone and puts it back into his duster. He takes out a pack of Marlboro Reds and shakes one partially out. He nods and says,"Dunno if anybody tolja, they bad f'r y'r health." he offers with a wink.

The young woman emits a short, dry laugh. Accepting the cigarette, she lights it swiftly, despite the wind. "Believe me, that's the last of my worries," she says with a wry grin. "Something wrong with your phone?"

Hunter lets half a grin touch the left corner of his mouth. He takes another draw and exhales slowly,"It's electrical, technological, an' 'bout twenty years ahead o' where I been livin' mosta m' life. Still, ain' gonna learn no younger don' reckon. Jus' gonna take some patience."
Intersection of Central and University -- Albuquerque(#0RaJs)

"I reckon I might understand where you're coming from, Old Timer," she says with a kind smile, a slight Southern drawl to her voice, now becoming a bit more pronounced. "Aria St. John," she declares suddenly, extending a delicate, white hand toward the man.

Hunter laughs softly,"Yeah, yeah. Spend too many years not'n th' world I reckon." and exhales away from you as he reaches out to touch your hand, shaking it with a firm, but not overly tight grip,"Hunter. A pleasure ta meetcha Aria St. John."

"Hunter," Aria echoes softly, her bright eyes catching the moonlight. "Tell you what, Hunter, why don't I buy you a drink," she says with a smile, "I'm new in town, and could use a friend. What do you say?"

He considers that and shrugs,"Never say no to a drink." he replies,"Particularly not from a pretty lady." He reaches into the duster to produce a set of keys,"So far most places I've been ta gettin' a drink's been connected ta food. Ya hungry?"

Aria licks her lips for a moment, lost in thought. "No, I already ate," she smiles, "But, by all means, if you're hungry, let us go to a place that will meet your needs." Without hesitation, she moves gracefully to the passenger door of the truck, and tries to enter.

Aria says, "Where to hot shot?"

Hunter closes the door behind you and then goes around to get in as well,"Th' Cantina's got good drinks'n I ain' overly hungry m'self, but I could use a bottle of Budweiser." He slips the truck into gear and heads out.

The overflow of vehicular traffic from the University of New Mexico crowds through this busy intersection, making parking spots a hot commodity. Foot traffic is also quite heavy, mainly with academic types heading to and from campus. Most of the buildings around here are administrative offices for the University; however, there is a smattering of restaurants, shops, and bars.

Across the street, one finds what is arguably the most popular Mexican restaurant in town -- La Cantina de la Casa Posada. Over the years, this eatery has become something of a venerable institution and it still draws a lot of attention. Benches in front of the building allow people to wait for their table or loiter at will.

Aria steps out of the car, her sneakers gently hitting the pavement as she moves toward the entrance of the bar. "Looks like my kind of place," she says with a smile. "So how is it you find yourself here in Albequerque, Mr. Hunter," she asks as she steps into the bar.

Hunter walks with you and pulls the door open, following you inside,"It's a pertty good place." he agrees,"As f'r how I got here. I needed a place ta start over'n Albequerque. Yourself?"
You push through a small, oaken door, entering La Cantina.

The overall impression upon entering the bar/restaurant through its oaken doors is that you have suddenly been transplanted to an old, Mexican village (circa 1849). Small lanterns, scattered about the tables in the room like tiny stars, flicker golden shadows across the room, creating a cozy atmosphere of quiet darkness. Flowers in hanging pots and succulents in terra-cotta planters add a subtle lushness to the room. The greenery sets off the white stucco walls and tiled red ceiling of this classic Pueblo-style structure.

The Cantina is very mellow and invites you to relax, and enjoy the good food, great music, and the companionship of others in a historic setting. However, hip and trendy waitstaff, neon signs, and decorative banners add an ethereal modern coolness to the surroundings. Another ultra-modern touch is the small closed-circuit camera in the corner near the ceiling. And of course there is the music... whether it's the sounds of blues, reggae, jazz, rock, or any combination of the above, the Cantina is always bursting with rhythm and soul.

"I know exactly what you mean, Hunter," Aria says in a tone of genuine concern. She moves gracefully up to the bar and slides onto a barstool. "Two Budweisers, landlord," she shouts to the barkeep before turning her attention back to Hunter. "Everybody deserves a second chance, don't you think?"

Hunter looks the place over, taking in the details for a moment, and then nods for whatever reason. He indicates the large bar at the back of the room and says,"Reckon everyone needsa reset one time'r 'nother." he agrees. He follows you towards the bar when you go,"Mostly I jus' needed a new place ta call home."

"Well, that makes two of us, Hunter," Aria says softly. "Me, I'm running from a bad man, and a sad past. But there's always room to change. I want to create a place where I can be safe, and my friends can all be safe." She looks sad, and peers off into the distance for a moment. She then turns her bright blue eyes back to the bar and asks softly, "What is it you want to accomplish in this life, Hunter?"

Hunter motions for Aria to take a seat and takes one next to her at the bar. He nods when the bartender brings two bottles over and slides one towards Aria,"One o' them kinda things." he mutters softly,"I've seen a few of those. Use cash f'r a while, no credit cards, proly oughta get a burner phone too." he suggests. He shakes his head and laughs softly,"Sorry. Force of habit. As f'r what I intend ta accomplish...I dunno. Startin' a new Private Investigation business'n hopin' ta make'n honest livin'. Nothin' too terrible fancy. Help folks'n know I don' completely let m' mother'n Grandfather down."

Aria's eyes brighten slightly on hearing Hunter's words. "No, thanks for the advice. I don't know much about that sort of thing. Aria picks idly with her fingernails at the label on her beer bottle. She seems distant, her mind elsewhere for a moment, before she turns her eyes back to the man. "Well, Hunter, that seems like great fun." She looks over the cowboy for a moment before saying, "You know, I could hire you."

Hunter passes his bottle between his hands and nods,"If he w's abusive, th' less paper trail you leave th' better." he tells you. He leans on the bartop and says,"I dunno if it's all fun. Surveillance c'n be borin' as all get out." he admits,"Sometimes it is fun though." He reaches into his duster and produces a business card:

8 Second Investigations
Hunter Briggs, Primary Investigator
500 NW Montano Road
Albuquerque, New Mexico
333-3339
24 hr number

Aria takes the card, and turns it over in her fingers for a few moments. She rubs her thumb against the paper, feeling the grain. "Very professional, Mr. Briggs," she says softly, "Consider yourself hired. Just how do I...avoid a 'paper trail', and what is your hourly rate?" She peers intently at the man with wide, pale blue eyes.

Hunter takes a drink from his Bud and lets it hang there in his hand. He studies you for a moment and says,"OK. Normally it's $200 a day plus expenses with a two day minimum." he tells you seriously,"D'pends on how much ya wanna do. If ya wanna totally vanish that could take a while." he explains,"Ta start with ya need ta use cash f'r now. No credit cards, no personal cell phone that requires a contract, no checking accounts..." he starts to list.

"I don't have most of that stuff anyway," Aria says shyly, perhaps a bit intimidated by how businesslike the man has become. "And most of the card games I play in are cash only." She begins to fidget on her stool a bit, her eyes darting often towards the door. "What do I do if he finds me?" she asks timidly.

Hunter takes another drink and once more rests his arm on the bar,"That's where it gets kinda dicey." he replies,"Ya find out he's in th' city I'd suggest a restrainin' order f'r starters if there's a history of abuse." he tells you,"Bodyguard ain' a bad idea. Soun's like y'r a gambler. Prolly a good idea ta stay visible in th' public if he shows up. Legally'n typically physically it's harder ta get hurt when ya ain't alone. Th' Casino prolly has good recording devices, stay public. If ya gotta go home take somebody with ya. Mostly jus' safe travel ideas like that f'r starters. If ya think he's gonna get aggressive I'd recommed firearms trainin' an' martial arts trainin'. I seen a place teaches Aikido."

Arya finishes ripping the label off of her beer, and rises. She digs through her small handbag for a moment, before placing a generous stack of twenties on the bar. "That should cover the drinks, Hunter," she says, "and a little bit more of your time." She gives Hunter a smile of genuine kindness and whispers, "I'll be seeing you soon."

Hunter takes the money and passes it into his duster and nods,"Yes ma'am I reckon that'll cover it'n at least another consulation'r two." he agrees. He watches you prepare to go and says,"Ya know where ta find me if ya need me."

Aria says, "Good day, sir."
}}

Aria - Aria Meets Hunter the Private Eye

2013-06-28T18:36:15Z

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Aria 001 - Aria Meets Hunter the Private Eye

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It is currently a winter morning. The morning sun shines down through the crystal clear skies. The ground is dry and dusty. A gentle but steady breeze blows to the west-southwest at about 17 mph and the air is cool at 49 degrees.

Hunter is leaning against his truck. He has a Marlboro in his mouth and looking at his cell phone, squinting at the read out. He exhales slowly and shakes his head,"Stinkin' technology." he mutters darkly. He shakes his head and sighs befor etaking in another drag,"Gotta love it."

A black cowboy hat complete with rattlesnake hat band rests on a head of dark brown, shoulder length hair. The somewhat wavy hair is caught in a loose ponytail to keep if off the neck and face. Dark brown eyes seem to be filled with a little too much experience to be residing on a face so young looking. They seem to cry 'we've seen too much' to anyone that looks at them closely. Though nothing about the eyes suggests shyness, they don't stay focused on anyone else's eyes for very long. Sharp facial features, strong cheek bones and jaw might give him a look that borders on threatening even with a smile in place, or maybe especially with a smile. Facial expressions are animated, sometimes maybe too much so and that is the only thing that keeps him from seeming threatening, in fact his expressions sometimes make him seem a little...crazy or goofy.

Standing a little taller than average, somewhere around 6'4", makes more of a picture of a human mountain. Not a long, lanky looking, gangly tall, big is an understatement in most crowds. Solid muscle, the kind that seems to come more from working than working out bulge pretty much everywhere. Body mass probably hits somewhere around 230 pound mark, maybe a little heavier.

A heavy, ankle length, black duster wraps the man in warmth and not a little mystery. One never knows what might be shrouded within that heavy leather enigma. It is not some cheap knock off for wanna be cowboys, this is a legitimate, old school, western duster. Underneath the duster a dark blue, almost skin tight, t-shirt wraps his upper body, making his well toned physique a little more obvious. In the center of the t-shirt is the world wide know Ford oval logo. The shirt is tucked smartly into a pair of new, black Wrangler jeans. A brown leather belt is closed around his waist with a silver and gold buckle. The buckle has a picture of a bucking bull and rider. The words around the picture are scripted in black: National Finals Rodeo All Around Champion 2011. The jeans hang loosely over the top of a pair of well cared for, but far from new, black cowboy boots, toes and heels the only thing obvious.

A young girl, perhaps a student at the local University, walks briskly through the windy winter night. She pulls her jacket tighter about her figure, pauses, and eyes the man. After a moment, she walks toward him and offers a smile, "Can I bum one?" She shivers and looks away, far into the distance down the street, before turning her eyes back to the stranger.

This young woman moves with a dignity and grace beyond her years. She has pale and smooth white skin, almost luminous. Her hair is black as a raven, long and straight. Bright azure eyes peer out with intensity from beneath her silky strands. She has a small, thin nose which turns up very slightly at the tip. She is dressed in a brightly colored sundress which dances in the desert wind.

Hunter looks up from his phone and puts it back into his duster. He takes out a pack of Marlboro Reds and shakes one partially out. He nods and says,"Dunno if anybody tolja, they bad f'r y'r health." he offers with a wink.

The young woman emits a short, dry laugh. Accepting the cigarette, she lights it swiftly, despite the wind. "Believe me, that's the last of my worries," she says with a wry grin. "Something wrong with your phone?"

Hunter lets half a grin touch the left corner of his mouth. He takes another draw and exhales slowly,"It's electrical, technological, an' 'bout twenty years ahead o' where I been livin' mosta m' life. Still, ain' gonna learn no younger don' reckon. Jus' gonna take some patience."
Intersection of Central and University -- Albuquerque(#0RaJs)

"I reckon I might understand where you're coming from, Old Timer," she says with a kind smile, a slight Southern drawl to her voice, now becoming a bit more pronounced. "Aria St. John," she declares suddenly, extending a delicate, white hand toward the man.

Hunter laughs softly,"Yeah, yeah. Spend too many years not'n th' world I reckon." and exhales away from you as he reaches out to touch your hand, shaking it with a firm, but not overly tight grip,"Hunter. A pleasure ta meetcha Aria St. John."

"Hunter," Aria echoes softly, her bright eyes catching the moonlight. "Tell you what, Hunter, why don't I buy you a drink," she says with a smile, "I'm new in town, and could use a friend. What do you say?"

He considers that and shrugs,"Never say no to a drink." he replies,"Particularly not from a pretty lady." He reaches into the duster to produce a set of keys,"So far most places I've been ta gettin' a drink's been connected ta food. Ya hungry?"

Aria licks her lips for a moment, lost in thought. "No, I already ate," she smiles, "But, by all means, if you're hungry, let us go to a place that will meet your needs." Without hesitation, she moves gracefully to the passenger door of the truck, and tries to enter.

Aria says, "Where to hot shot?"

Hunter closes the door behind you and then goes around to get in as well,"Th' Cantina's got good drinks'n I ain' overly hungry m'self, but I could use a bottle of Budweiser." He slips the truck into gear and heads out.

The overflow of vehicular traffic from the University of New Mexico crowds through this busy intersection, making parking spots a hot commodity. Foot traffic is also quite heavy, mainly with academic types heading to and from campus. Most of the buildings around here are administrative offices for the University; however, there is a smattering of restaurants, shops, and bars.

Across the street, one finds what is arguably the most popular Mexican restaurant in town -- La Cantina de la Casa Posada. Over the years, this eatery has become something of a venerable institution and it still draws a lot of attention. Benches in front of the building allow people to wait for their table or loiter at will.

Aria steps out of the car, her sneakers gently hitting the pavement as she moves toward the entrance of the bar. "Looks like my kind of place," she says with a smile. "So how is it you find yourself here in Albequerque, Mr. Hunter," she asks as she steps into the bar.

Hunter walks with you and pulls the door open, following you inside,"It's a pertty good place." he agrees,"As f'r how I got here. I needed a place ta start over'n Albequerque. Yourself?"
You push through a small, oaken door, entering La Cantina.

The overall impression upon entering the bar/restaurant through its oaken doors is that you have suddenly been transplanted to an old, Mexican village (circa 1849). Small lanterns, scattered about the tables in the room like tiny stars, flicker golden shadows across the room, creating a cozy atmosphere of quiet darkness. Flowers in hanging pots and succulents in terra-cotta planters add a subtle lushness to the room. The greenery sets off the white stucco walls and tiled red ceiling of this classic Pueblo-style structure.

The Cantina is very mellow and invites you to relax, and enjoy the good food, great music, and the companionship of others in a historic setting. However, hip and trendy waitstaff, neon signs, and decorative banners add an ethereal modern coolness to the surroundings. Another ultra-modern touch is the small closed-circuit camera in the corner near the ceiling. And of course there is the music... whether it's the sounds of blues, reggae, jazz, rock, or any combination of the above, the Cantina is always bursting with rhythm and soul.

"I know exactly what you mean, Hunter," Aria says in a tone of genuine concern. She moves gracefully up to the bar and slides onto a barstool. "Two Budweisers, landlord," she shouts to the barkeep before turning her attention back to Hunter. "Everybody deserves a second chance, don't you think?"

Hunter looks the place over, taking in the details for a moment, and then nods for whatever reason. He indicates the large bar at the back of the room and says,"Reckon everyone needsa reset one time'r 'nother." he agrees. He follows you towards the bar when you go,"Mostly I jus' needed a new place ta call home."

"Well, that makes two of us, Hunter," Aria says softly. "Me, I'm running from a bad man, and a sad past. But there's always room to change. I want to create a place where I can be safe, and my friends can all be safe." She looks sad, and peers off into the distance for a moment. She then turns her bright blue eyes back to the bar and asks softly, "What is it you want to accomplish in this life, Hunter?"

Hunter motions for Aria to take a seat and takes one next to her at the bar. He nods when the bartender brings two bottles over and slides one towards Aria,"One o' them kinda things." he mutters softly,"I've seen a few of those. Use cash f'r a while, no credit cards, proly oughta get a burner phone too." he suggests. He shakes his head and laughs softly,"Sorry. Force of habit. As f'r what I intend ta accomplish...I dunno. Startin' a new Private Investigation business'n hopin' ta make'n honest livin'. Nothin' too terrible fancy. Help folks'n know I don' completely let m' mother'n Grandfather down."

Aria's eyes brighten slightly on hearing Hunter's words. "No, thanks for the advice. I don't know much about that sort of thing. Aria picks idly with her fingernails at the label on her beer bottle. She seems distant, her mind elsewhere for a moment, before she turns her eyes back to the man. "Well, Hunter, that seems like great fun." She looks over the cowboy for a moment before saying, "You know, I could hire you."

Hunter passes his bottle between his hands and nods,"If he w's abusive, th' less paper trail you leave th' better." he tells you. He leans on the bartop and says,"I dunno if it's all fun. Surveillance c'n be borin' as all get out." he admits,"Sometimes it is fun though." He reaches into his duster and produces a business card:

8 Second Investigations
Hunter Briggs, Primary Investigator
500 NW Montano Road
Albuquerque, New Mexico
333-3339
24 hr number

Aria takes the card, and turns it over in her fingers for a few moments. She rubs her thumb against the paper, feeling the grain. "Very professional, Mr. Briggs," she says softly, "Consider yourself hired. Just how do I...avoid a 'paper trail', and what is your hourly rate?" She peers intently at the man with wide, pale blue eyes.

Hunter takes a drink from his Bud and lets it hang there in his hand. He studies you for a moment and says,"OK. Normally it's $200 a day plus expenses with a two day minimum." he tells you seriously,"D'pends on how much ya wanna do. If ya wanna totally vanish that could take a while." he explains,"Ta start with ya need ta use cash f'r now. No credit cards, no personal cell phone that requires a contract, no checking accounts..." he starts to list.

"I don't have most of that stuff anyway," Aria says shyly, perhaps a bit intimidated by how businesslike the man has become. "And most of the card games I play in are cash only." She begins to fidget on her stool a bit, her eyes darting often towards the door. "What do I do if he finds me?" she asks timidly.

Hunter takes another drink and once more rests his arm on the bar,"That's where it gets kinda dicey." he replies,"Ya find out he's in th' city I'd suggest a restrainin' order f'r starters if there's a history of abuse." he tells you,"Bodyguard ain' a bad idea. Soun's like y'r a gambler. Prolly a good idea ta stay visible in th' public if he shows up. Legally'n typically physically it's harder ta get hurt when ya ain't alone. Th' Casino prolly has good recording devices, stay public. If ya gotta go home take somebody with ya. Mostly jus' safe travel ideas like that f'r starters. If ya think he's gonna get aggressive I'd recommed firearms trainin' an' martial arts trainin'. I seen a place teaches Aikido."

Arya finishes ripping the label off of her beer, and rises. She digs through her small handbag for a moment, before placing a generous stack of twenties on the bar. "That should cover the drinks, Hunter," she says, "and a little bit more of your time." She gives Hunter a smile of genuine kindness and whispers, "I'll be seeing you soon."

Hunter takes the money and passes it into his duster and nods,"Yes ma'am I reckon that'll cover it'n at least another consulation'r two." he agrees. He watches you prepare to go and says,"Ya know where ta find me if ya need me."

Aria says, "Good day, sir."

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This young woman moves with a dignity and grace beyond her years. She has pale and smooth white skin, almost luminous. Her hair is black as a raven, long and straight. Bright azure eyes peer out with intensity from beneath her silky strands. She has a small, thin nose which turns up very slightly at the tip. She is dressed in a brightly colored sundress which dances in the desert wind.

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"Everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone deserves a Home."

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| '''Origins:'''
| Southern Belle
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| '''Occupation:'''
| Professional Gambler
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| '''Demeanor:'''
| Conservative, quiet, but means what she says.
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| '''Apparent Age:'''
| Early Twenties
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