Making friends... and Enemies

~Mettalic~
*it starts as a low growl from off in the distance but quickly becomes a loud roar echoing through the parking lot as a Harley races under the barely open automatic gates. The rider haphazardly twines his bike amongst cars and people as he heads to his parking spot. He sits there for a bit, revving the motor, listening to it before shutting it off* Gotta tune this baby again *He removes his helmet, the long dark hair falling down his back lays over a battered guitar case strapped on his back...he places the helmet on the seat, noone would dare steal it down here.He begins stripping off his black leather gloves as he walks towards the door*

~Tytan~
*Eyes half shut as she lies on her bed. T.V., as always, on. some story about how the U.S. is sending soldiers to that wierdo country again. But the news hardly interests her as much as it used too. Standing with a huge stretch. She walks to her door, the automatic sensor picking up her heat signature and opening automatically. Walking out into the hall, planning for a small workout perhaps before she dies of boredom.... About to walk past the checkpoint that would lead to the garage, she takes note of the door guard sleeping on the job... Gently tapping him on the shoulder to wake him up. But of course, -her- tap is like a persons medium punch. The Guard waking up sputtering curses, then seeing who it is and slightly understanding he nods in thanks.*

*He tucks the gloves into a pocket and unzips the jacket, the t-shirt beneath advertising the 100th world tour of the rolling stones. He runs a hand through his hair, and straightens a twisted earring before opening the door into the main complex*

*She's startled by the sudden door opening, the guard looking over his shoulder and seeing the Hunter, a slight nod conveyed, seeing as he has strict orders not to talk to them for some reason. She simply stands there watching, she'd not seen hm around here before. and that shirt, is definately rather funny, what she can read of it anyway.*

*He nods at the guard, grateful that this is one he had seen before...too many of them challenged him, thought he was some punk off the streets....just because he didn't follow GUARD regs they made assumptions.......he was starting to get a little pissed off with it all....back in the US they all knew him, he came and went in his own time, on his own way....what were they gonna do? fire him?.....He reaches for the strap across his chest but pauses as he catches sight of you* hello, don't believe I've seen you here before?

*She blinks a few times. Seeing as she's the only other one in the hall, he has to be talking to her.* I..... Niet. You haaave nooot.*Shaking her head with her words.* Vee haave not met heere before. Vee haaave not met aat aaall. *Seeing the end of the guitar protruding fom his shoulder. Guessing him to be a musician. Though she doesn't know if he is one of the HUNTERs or just a worker here... His accent is definately American though.*

Nice accent..*His smile and voice are sincere as he casually looks you over* Russian? *He reaches for the strap across his chest, and adjusts the case making it sit a little lower on his back* Didn't know they were importing *shrugs* not that I hang around here much

*Not quite getting his humor, though she watches the way he looks her over. Wondering if Rika's seen him before or not, seeing as they are both from America. Hopefully she hasn't, and he's not another one of the girls conquests.* Da, I come froom Motther Russia. *though she finally gets a little bit of the humor after a few quiet moments.* Da, they iiimport me kicking aaand screaming.*Reddening and placeing a hand slightly to her face, embarrassed that she didn't get his meaning earlier. Worrying a bit of her hair behind her ear.*

Well I'm grabbin a beer....*S* actually only reason I came back, one prob with this country is all they got is wine *a roguish smile crosses his face* They import 'nice' stuff here *he especially likes the newest import* ya want one?

*Her face reddens a bit deeper with the compliment. She'd never before been invited to get a beer... Seeing as she's never had one herself, like many Russians, drinking Vodka most of the time. At least in bars anyway. Though she nods her head slowly.* Da... Iii vould like thaat.*Smiling.*

*he pulls out a smoke and lights it, totally ignoring the non-smoking regulations for the garage* Great come on then * he turns and heads towards the elevator which will take them up the three levels to the lounge*How long you been here?

*She walks beside him, drawing glances from a doctor that was here when she first arrived, the man looking as though he might freak out at any moment...* I haaave been thiis place for abouut threee months nooow.*Worrying her hair behind her ear again.* Yooou haaave been here siiince the raid on thee American branch Da?*Steeping into the elevator when they arrive.*

*chuckles* actually I came out a about two weeks later, I had a gig I didn't want to miss *his eyes follow the doctor until he follows her into the elevator* What's with him?

*She looks over her shoulder at the doctor who's just about pissed the floor..* Oh... He vaaas assigned to take blood from me when I fiirst arriived in thiiiiis place. My response to heees needleing was not...*Searching for the word.*....goood.*Having heard the part about his ''Gig''.* You are musician? *closing her eyes for a moment.* I loooove the Scorpions... You play thaaat kind of music?

*he looks you over, wondering just what exactally happened, but he's not gonna ask, he's not sure if he really wants to know* Yeah, I do a little lead now and then...The scorpions? I know them...they aren't bad....them and some harder stuff *grimaces slightly* I'm not into that electro-tech rock that is so popular.

*she looks across to him, having heard some of that stuff on that MTV thing.* Niet... Iiiit makes my toes cuurl aaas weeeell.*Waiting for the elevator to reach the third floor, finally the doors open. Stepping out she begins to make her way to the lounge for the offered beer.* Peeerhaps you play for me sometime?

I used to occasionally play at the bar back on the old base, the frogs won't let us have our old parties though I found a cool place out by the river though *He reaches inside his jacket and pulls out several free pass cards for the bar* I usually play thursday and friday evenings, and occaisonally jam the rest of the week *he hands her the cards come see me sometime ----------- *Rika enter the lounge, her latest favorites on either side fawning over her. She stops for a second, making note of the current patrons, her gaze landing on Natalia only briefly before dismissing her with a sneer, then to travel onto Micheal a smile crossing her lips ------- *almost as if pulled Micheal slowly turns so he is facing Rika, he smiles and winks at her*

*Seeing Rika... She immediately thinks of crushing the womans skull like so much crepe paper... Then figures all she would do is put lot of innocent men in her way. Growling slightly, seeing as the friend she -was- making seems to be enthralled with the -slut-. Taking the tickets from his hand as fast as possible, and that's pretty damned fast. she grabs his chin and forces his head to look at her eyes.* I viiill be there Wiiith bells on.*Then releases him, figureing she won't get much more out of him than that. She'd won this one. but there would come a day when Rika wouldn't be able to get out of a situation with her looks. And she planned to be there to pull her out of it, so she can lord it over her head for the rest of her life. Turning around, she calmly walks out... But once outside, curses in all manner of russian insults.. Out of earshot of course. then begins to look for that certain doctor who could -pay- a little more for what he did to her.*

*He feels the tickets slide from his hand and is about to redirect his attention....he knows Rika well, what she does, but he also knows that with enough will power it can be overcome...unless she turns it up full force.......He feels her hand on his chin, bruising it..man that girl had strength....she turns his head around, for a second he thinks that she is going to kiss him...then he realizes, its her reaction to Rika...women could get damn dangerous around Rika...by the time her words actually penetrate his brain and he has managed to mumble out* Can't wait *she is out the door and gone....after watching her departing figure he shrugs and walks over to join Rika's little party*

*Getting half way down the hall, she slams her fist into the wall, knocking a great big hole into BlackDaggers room, peering in at him from the hallway. A half hearted smile on her face.* Sooooooory...*Sighing heavilly, she drops to her knees.. Would she -ever- learn to totally control her damned temper?*