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| Let the good times roll! | |
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| Date of Scene: | 21 September 2020 |
| Location: | VIP Lounge - Hellfire Club |
| Synopsis: | Miss Carr, meets Mr Fisk. Talking about a brighter tommorow. |
| Cast of Characters: | Wilson Fisk, Alexis Carr
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- Wilson Fisk has posed:
When the day is long, when the day is darkest before the dawn. One needs privacy to relax on these nights. Mr. Fisk finds his way to Hellfire club, the only place he knows watching eyes and spying eyes, can't see him the only time he feels the ability to breathe, and to relax, to take a moment to enjoy a fine scotch and some vegan nuggets. Tonight he is dressed in a purple suit with a red tie, fitting over his muscular build, that large African American man sitting in a chair that he had custom-built for his bulky. Purple matching the suit, he has the staff swap them in and out based on his choice of outfit; his large diamond-tipped cane is leaning against the chair; as he brings that cigar to his lips, he dips another nugget in the very expensive barbecue sauce.
The room is empty for now; soft jazz is playing as he is enjoying himself, that smoke is fired out of his lips in a large puff of smoke, as the man grumbles with nothing but pure pleasure. It is a good night; it was a good day, now to celebrate.
- Alexis Carr has posed:
And in walks Allegra Caradenza. Her dark hair was pulled back and pinned up, an orange clip with a butterfly's enameled wings fashioned to resemble fire. She wore a fitted, sleeveless shirt with a pair of blue jeans and black pumps.
"Good evening, Jonathan." she greets the bartender as she takes up a seat nearby the bar, drawing a little notebook from her bag as she chats kindly with the staff.
It's well known who she is. Officially she's Emma Frost's assistant, which enabled her access to the VIP in the firstplace.
Otherwise? She's just a common millionaire brat. Who happens to be some wonderkind on violin and piano.
- Wilson Fisk has posed:
"Hello, Miss. Caradenza. Do you wish to join me? We have yet to have the pleasure." Mr. Fisk waves his hand towards the chair across from him as he waits, as he dips another vegan nugget into the sauce as he takes a quick bite. His hand is wiping his hand along the purple hanky, slowly as he sets it down on the little table, with those nuggets and his glass of wine. That long black cigar is brought once more to his lips, as he takes a long inhale of the smoke.
As he fires the smoke into the air of the room, as his hand resting on the side of the deep purple chair. His eyes drift along the room as he motions his hand towards the music, trying to bring up the music a tad, to allow a little more of a private music. As that large mitt that he calls a hand is reaching for the glass, as he sips down the wine as he downs most of it in one long gulp of pleasure.
- Alexis Carr has posed:
"Ah, good evening -- Mr. Fisk, isn't it?" Allegra gives a smile, and she accepts a drink -- it looks dreadfully sparkly and pink, with a plastic sword holding together a cherry and an orange, and she joins him, sitting opposite in an equally spendid but less sizeable chair. She still has her notebook with her.
"How's business?" she inquires politely, eyeballing the massive man.
- Wilson Fisk has posed:
"Business is as always flourishing, this is a great thing about the world always more to be made. What do you do besides, help our grand leader Miss Frost?. Just so I know the proper question for your life on next of many meetings, young one." Mr Fisk nods slowly, as he chuckles one of those earth shattering bone shaking good natured laughs, the smile is fills his face with pleasure, as he exhales the smoke into the air. The nuggets are quickly removed, as he leans back in the chair, that brandy is lifted to his large lips, as he takes a sip, as that cigar follows it next.
- Alexis Carr has posed:
"Ordinarily I suppose I would have to say socialite and party entertainment. Unfortunatately there's not many parts for young operatic performers, and alas fewer bookings for someone once billed as -- oh, how did they fashion it -- 'The Greatest Humanity has to Offer'." she states, with a distaste on her tone as she considers Fisk a moment, crossing her legs as she nurses her own frilly pink drink.
"It's no secret that I'm a discraced performer, Mr. Fisk; my father did try to have my face plastered on Anti-Mutant billboards all over the world -- you, now, I'm not sure about. Please, fresh this poor girl's memory -- which field of business ar eyou in? LAw? Consumer goods?"
- Wilson Fisk has posed:
The sound of two large hands clapping slowly, is enough to shake some of the glass in the room, as he watches her now his eyes locked on to the youth's eyes."I like you." His eyes light up as he removes the cigar from his lips, stabbing it out into the ashtray, with a twist watching the cherry die in the violent motion."I do all sorts of business, all legal, of course. I own a few software companies, a few plants for making things, a little of this and little of that. You know, Fisk Enterprises is very large, so to be honest, it's under me to know, and not much survives that as you can see, so it's stable and doing well. But the little one has claws; I withdraw my insult; how are you doing? "
One large hand is reaching forward towards her in an offer of a handshake. His lights in his eyes glowing in the dim light with pure joy, that smile is kind and amused as if he has found something to savor. As he leans forward now, that hand is getting closer to Alexis, almost going for the throat and moving so slowly. With such violent intent, before it stops over the table in motion of a handshake.
- Alexis Carr has posed:
"I would never assume otherwise." the young lady replies with a wry smile, and she's sitting up prim and proper. Entirely self-sure. She gives him a smile, the familiar curve on her matte cherry lips as she brings her far more dainty hand up to shake his.
"I'm doing very well, Mr. Fisk, thank you -- and I apologize for my presumption. It was rather rude of me, though there's few who would kknow me by name and not by... well." she glances down a moment, almost shy, "... what I used to stand for."
- Wilson Fisk has posed:
"No, it is fine, you proved yourself quicker than most with your barbed tongue, it was an impressive use of it. You will be a force of power soon enough." Mr. Fisk quietly chuckles as he shakes that hand, slowly bringing to his large lips, to place a chaste kiss on the center of it."Now that that sparring match has ended." His hand is slowly coming back to his side of the table, as his hand rubs along his bald head slowly, as he cracks his neck in a sudden motion."I have heard stories, but people say all sorts of things in stories; I prefer to be blunt as you see. Then, you learn the person's truth. So then, now that is behind you, what keeps you busy?"
- Alexis Carr has posed:
Alexis watches, facinated by the way the large man moves. Her hand was not a third the size of his, and when he brushes a kiss to it she has the good grace to blush, just a little bit.
Drawing herself back, she gives a small shrug of her shoulders. "Oh, a little of this, little of that. Apply for an opera position here, audition for a symphony position there. Occasionally, for fun, I play piano in one of the more casual lounges. Good to keep up practice and enjoy a smaller crowd." she gives a wry grin.
- Wilson Fisk has posed:
"Well, that sounds like a plan and an excellent one. I like to hear about proactive workers; it is good." Mr. Fisk nods slowly, his hand is moving to his large shoulder, as he brushes off a few crumbs of the food, and then the other one, the motion is dismissive towards the world, not so much her."Well, it seems you have a plan. It is grand to have them, myself, and my goal is to clean up this city, bring order to the unorder, educate the youth, usher us into a bright shiny future, something, so few genuinely get."
- Alexis Carr has posed:
The young woman pauses a moment, and raises her eyebrows a sshe looks Fisk up and down.
"Rarely do I hear such altruism uttered in these walls; are you going to be working with the Wonder Foundation? Perhaps expand enterprise to Metropolis and Gotham?" she inquires, less polite and more curious, interested. She's leaning forward a little, her eyes on Fisk's face. She's set that frilly pink drink to the side and is listening intently to the man.
- Wilson Fisk has posed:
"I'm starting with Hell's Kitchen, and then Harlem. I was born in Hell's Kitchen, my father lead me into trouble, and I learned. Father's like that do not deserve to brainwash and trick. So I will bring the youth to programs, and projects educate and show them what they can be yes." Mr. Fisk's voice is filled with passion, as he sips his drink slowly with a little content sigh of pleasure."I'm seeking at the moment for someone to handle this for me local; with a big heart and a smart mind, I wish not to hire an outsider for either Harlem or Hell's Kitchen. But, I will start with my home, and then we will see where it goes, dearest Alexis."
- Alexis Carr has posed:
That struck a chord, and the young woman gives a small nod, empthatically as her lips purse a moment, watching as he passionately speaks of the endevour.
"Then I wish you the best of fortune. I can certainly understand wanting the build the place you love back up." she gives a smile, and draws up her drink stirring it a moment with that little plastic sword.
"The education of the destitute is a noble pursuit. It is the best way up, a most splendid equalizer. Do you have many investors, then, or will you be the sole investor in this venture?"
- Wilson Fisk has posed:
"I will be the sole investor, I don't want other ideas or hands in it. I have an exact plan, as you know, when you take others money. They wish to tell you how to spend it." Mr. Fisk is slowly rising to his feet as he finishes his scotch as he nods towards her. That large muscled form draped in that long purple suit, as his long coat is brought over to him. He slides into it with a quick motion, as he speaks softly."Thank you for the well wishes. I hope it does work. If we don't help the youth, where does that leave the world? I don't wish to think of that at all. Have a lovely night Miss. Carr."
- Alexis Carr has posed:
Allegra gives a small smile.
"Very well, Mr. Fisk. Thank you for the lovely chat. I hope to see you around more often, I'd like updates on your project, as you're ready to share them." the young lady states a sshe too rises, and sips her sprite.
