The Arrangement (Aya)

[Gorim]

Juliet Lawson sat in a park, reading her book. The sun was shining, the breeze was cool and comfortable, and, in general, it was a beautiful day.

Anyone passing by would see a beautiful blond reading Hart's Hope in a shady bench; a pleasant picture.

That was precisely what she wanted them to think.

No one looking at her would think that she was the leader of a once-great gang, and that she was meeting with a leader of one of the current great gangs.

Of course, she worried that, since Amory had never seen her, he'd see what everyone else did and not who she really was.

She was, as her father had said, too young, too pretty, to be a gang leader. Sexist.

Oh well. Water under the bridge. She thought, getting back to her book, waiting for Amory.

[gm bourgeois decadence [aya]]

Sirius Amory did not at all look like he belonged in a park, though there were few places he seemed to fit in. Dark alleys. Warehouses. Rooftops. Behind a desk in a poorly lit room sitting on a swivel chair facing backwards. Parks didn't fall in.

However, certain missions called for certain measures. This particular offer-- alliance-- came up quite often, generally from kids that thought they were cool trying to start a gang. These he generally passed up.

This particular offer, on the other hand, Sirius knew he should take seriously. Fringe was one of the-- if not the--most powerful gangs in the district once upon a time, and even Amory had heard it. They would be useful allies for the time being to finally rid District 1 of the Untouchables for good.

He ran a finger over the small card of paper that gave him his instructions. Here. Today. Now. Look for Heart's Hope.

Why did there always have to be so much mystery involved? he asked himself, even though he knew the answer. Gangs thrive in mystery. When everything is painfully obvious, gangs fall. When anyone given person could anticipate a gang's next action, the gang fails.

Sirius shook his head and scanned the park. No one truly stood out, but one young woman was a bit more conspicuous than the others. She was on a bench reading a book-- the title he could not see from where he stood-- and appeared to glance up and look around every time she turned the page. My target.

Like a shark he prowled over and sat down next to her. The spine of her literature confirmed his guess: it read Heart's Hope.

"Good book?"

[Gorim]

"Yes, it's good. Lots of sex references, but good." She said. Seeing that it was Amory, she dog-eared her page and turned to him, smiling. The park around them was pretty much deserted, other than the occasional jogger with earbuds shoved in their ears and the volume up insanely high.

"You'll never guess what happened today." She said, her voice full of false cheer. "My office building was almost blown up by a geeky red head and his muscle bound brother with a mohawk!" She smiled. "It was great. My little sister had to unrig the bomb." She scowled. "I want to see if those stupid Goulds would like it if I shoved a bomb in their window." It was very safe to talk like this; she knew this was Amory and no one was around; the park was deserted.

[gm bourgeois decadence [aya]]

"I know where they can shove their bombs."
Sirius made an inappropriate gesture and grinned at his own vulgar joke. For some odd reason, he felt like he could joke around with this... Fringe leader. It struck him that he didn't know her name. He made a note to ask later.

"Really, though, I can't stand those Goulds. District 1 needs to be rid of them for good. I think that we can make that happen, yes? I mean, of course, that this is what business we are to discuss? An alliance?"

[Gorim]

Juliet smiled. "Exactly. An alliance." She held out her hand.

"Juliet Lawson; Head of Fringe, and the oldest of the Lawson sisters. Should we ally, you'll meet the others soon enough."

[gm bourgeois decadence [aya]]

He did the best fake-bow that he could sitting down."Charmed." he shook her hand.

"Sirius Amory, of the Prestige, but you already knew that, didn't you? So we'll call it an alliance for now, work out the terms later... Is there anything else yo'd liek to discuss meanwhile? Or shall we talk later?

[Gorim]

"Actually, I don't mean to sound pushy, but..." Juliet fidgeted. "For obvious reasons, our budgets on things such as the Labs and Medical supplies are extremely low, due to the inability to go into Untouchable territory, or Prestige territory, and rob a bank without a backlash." She sighed. "Thus, my sister, who is the head of the Labs, is unable to create things that would help us a great deal. And my other sister, the one who deals with outside relations, is able to make agreements that require bribes." She shrugged.

"I'm not asking for money right now, of course. I just need to make sure you understand that, right now, we're... well, broke." She admitted grudgingly. She HATED admitting it, but they were. Meggie begged for more money; Anna quietly fumed over, not Juliet's inability to give her money, her own inability to make due without it.

Juliet made a face as though swallowing something bitter. She hated mooching.

[gm bourgeois decadence [aya]]

Sirius had to admit that he shouldn't have been surprised."Ah."

Being the master of efficiency, Sirius could almost always kill two birds with one stone.
"I've got an idea. We can help you do some... fund raising, of sorts." The gears in his head were spinning, planning and a hundred miles a minute, and he quickly worked out a rough outline for a plan in his head. Yes... this could work.

"I have to gather more intelligence first and draw up a better plan, but I'm thinking that we could perform our first co-op mission. Shall I send for you when we have the plan worked out, or would you rather be on the design team?"

He scratched his head, focusing on his plot, as his eyes trained on a tree that he was not seeing fifty yards away.

[Gorim]

Juliet raised an eyebrow; she had the feeling she knew where this was going.

"I think I'd rather be part of this; if you don't mind too much." She said. "You understand, yes?"

[gm bourgeois decadence [aya]]

He had to call a meeting for sure. There was a lot to be discussed and debated. He'd set one up for tonight in one of the lesser-used, more unimportant buildings, out in the corner of town, no-man's land, where it wasn't too much damage if it ever fell to the Fringe in the far future. True, they were allies for now, but Sirius made it his mission to always be prepared for the future.

"I'm setting up a meeting for tonight. #3000 Fox Street, there's a warehouse. Show up between 10 and 10:15, there's an entrance around back. Obviously, I'm not trusting you with the password, but say you're from Fringe and I'll make sure that it's you. Don't bother bringing any weapons, they'll be confiscated. Bring a maximum of one person that you've known for a minimum of five years, and same applies to them. No weapons.

"If you're not there, I'll send for you in three days time and go over the plan."

He stood up, trying to indicate that he wanted to leave, and that if there were any last words, any questions that she wanted to get in before he was gone, she should do so now.




OOC: you don't have to RP showing up to the meeting. That's going to be a different thread. You can be in on it if you want, but don't talk too too much, since it is a Prestige meeting , after all

[Gorim]

"Alright. I'll see you then. And I'll bring someone, Peter Queens. I've known him for about 6 years." Juliet said, opening her book again. Then, she stopped, reached into her bag, and pulled out a bottle of Snapple.

"Snapple?" She asked politely.

[gm bourgeois decadence [aya]]

"I'll pass." He had a lot to take care of and not a lot of time to do so. Sirius Amory walked away calmly, despite his urgency. An urgent gait was a gait that gave one away. Time to prepare...