A Bison's Run {Invite}

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Exiting the revolving doors of the Sheraton Chicago Hotel and Towers, Radimir Romanov reviews the contents of the cell voiceover contramption Lady Bankova has always had fastened to her ear day in and day out. He is clearly technologically-inclined when it pertains to the gadgets Americans use to better their comfort levels. They are so accustomed to these things that he cannot help but to imagine what would become of a country so dependant upon technology. He presses the button that scrolls downward. The plastic screen says nothing.

Nothing. What he hoped to have seen was not there, some sort of contact from Master Juarovich. It seems the man continues to be one of his word, for not even the slightest of hints to contact Radimir had been seen. Should Radimir call him instead? Closing his eyes, he sees his answer. A lenient "No" by Master Juarovich. Something Radimir had come to know very well, during the many lessons Radimir had with him, to invoke impressions of Juarovich's own technical prowess to his own arsenal. Radimir learned so much...

The voicephone of cell was closed and placed within his right pocket. A brisk wind blows by, the towel atop his head begins flowing in its ongoing direction. He is unphased by the cold, actually snorting in the air as best he could. Passerbys would slow their treks as they came to see this mysterious man just standing in the middle of the sidewalk. It was strange indeed, but they tried their best to avert their attentions elsewhere, as hard as it was. Americans are such an intruding people, he could only think, behind the shield that is the strands at the edges of the towel. He wasn't the type of person who enjoyed others staring at him, for he was prone to snap on said individuals. Good thing that Lady Bankova and Master Juarovich controlled his temperant, especially for such public occasions as to his current whereabouts.

He relieves the kinks in his neck before his trek, his workout is to begin. A couple miles run would do good for him. He also had to familiarize himself with this city...

Suddenly, Radimir comes to one of those seating chairs where one would await for transportation. The name escapes him at the moment, but nonetheless, something stuck against the small glass cubicle was what garnered his attention. It was an ad, for something by the name of GCW. His ability to read English had been decent, especially in recognition of letters and their patterns. He tears the ad off of the glassing and inspects it closer... while...

[Candice Angel]

"...Well I don't exactly have a lot of information on how she's doing really. Only spoke with her for a few minutes yesterday. I take it she's doing fine enough to be up for seeing us today so...She must be well enough in mind and spirit. *Sigh* It always seems as if it's something or another in this business. I just pray that whatever she and her friends have been going through is finally over now. "

$-Her vision diverted out of the dark tinted windows of the limosuine as it came to a slow halt, causing for a small jerk as the complete stop ensued. Only seconds later a small sigh escaped Candice's lips, glancing in Amanda's direction as her arm extended towards her purse, retrieving it into her grasp as she fidgeted with her hair a bit before speaking up once more...-$

"So...You ready or you gonna stay in the limo and finish up decimating the bar sweetie? "

[Amanda Wallace]

"Remember, I'm still getting used to this limo treatment, Candice..."

She sets down her glass, grabbing her purse and sliding her arms through the sleeves of her coat.

"Besides... you... are aware of how cold it is outside, right? You might be used to it being Canadian and all... but I? I really... really... hate it..."

[Candice Angel]

"True enough I suppose..."

$-She paused for a split second before reaching for her coat as well, as her opposite hand opened the door to the luxury vehicle for them to make their exit. Only seconds later she could feel the pavement beneath her high heels, releasing a deep breath as she could already feel the rush of the cold air against her face, stepping out as she slid her arms into her coat. Situating herself within a matter of seconds, she slightly stepped to the side allowing Amanda room to exit as well, glancing across the street towards their destination...-$

[Amanda Wallace]

"Oh god... its FREEZING..."

Amanda watches the burst of condensed air escape her mouth as she gasps, wrapping her arms around herself.

"I knew I should have drank some more... I knew it. I'd be a lot warmer and she wants to take me to meet her stylist and everything and...

I'd be a lot more loosened up if you let me have another drink before getting out of the car, you know that, right, Candice?"

She shivers as she starts hitting the button to allow a "Walk" signal to appear on the sign...

"The sooner we get inside the better..."

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Radimir spots an address on the flyer, which is stationed here somewhere in the City of prominent and consistent Winds. Something intrigues him about it, as if it was a calling of sorts.

Several individuals bundled up in their wintery apparel rush by him, such a busy district this seemed to be. He could see several glass windows displaying articles of clothing on both sides of the relatively busy avenue. Heavy amounts of perfume, or scented water as he refers to it catches him for a loop. It was hard for him to concentrate on the piece of paper. His nose was unfortunately very sensitive to all aromas/odors. It was always something that helped him dearly, yet annoyed him whenever the unforseen circumstances, such as being where American women do their shopping for one...

[Candice Angel]

$-Candice only smiled hearing Amanda's words, glancing back and forth as they awaited the signal that it was safe for them to cross over to the opposite side...-$

"Oh stop it. You don't want to walk through the door drunk out of your mind now do you? We'll have plenty of time to get you as drunk as you want later on. Find Lilith when we're done. I'm sure two alcoholics like you two can help each other out...Before beating each other to a pulp..."

$-Finally seeing the Walk signal come into view, their steps begin after once more glancing in each direction. As they cross Candice speaks up once again with...

"So when we go in here, no pouting about alcoholic beverages. We're here to show Silvia a good time and get her mind off of what happened m'kay?"

[Amanda Wallace]

"Yeah, yeah... I get it... I still don't get why I have to let her treat me like her Cabbage Patch doll though and cut my hair..."

Amanda shivers, walking next to Candice...

"She's going to be 100% by the time we start, right?"

[Candice Angel]

"Um...I would hope so? We can't very well have Kimberly running both shows now can we?...

$-Her words pause for a few seconds, thinking over the words that she had just spoken as they walked along the sidewalk, coming closer to their destination with each step...-$

"If not? I guess we'll just have to handle that part of the operation until she's well enough to do so. I refuse to give that bitch Kimberly anymore power than she has. She's like a predator when it comes to power and authority. Did I tell you how thrilled I was that you hired her? Bitch..."

[Amanda Wallace]

"Hey, I wanted to hire somebody too... and besides, you hired Lilith who just LOVES to keep making my life, hell, you know that, Candice? I mean, it's great that she's a wrestler now and we don't have to deal with her on a... bring me paper-work aspect...

...

But still.


Let's not argue about that anyways... we're here for Silvia, so that's all that matters..."

[Candice Angel]

"Hmmpf...True enough. I still hate her though. I find myself avoiding even walking near her office in fear of tossing a grenade inside if I was to have to lay sights on her. You SO owe me for that one. ???Lilith may be difficult sometimes but at least she's a draw. Perhaps this little outing with Miss Banks today will do me some good. Before we have a murder case on our hands with Kimberly and I working together."

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The clashing scents were heightened even more as a barrage of people crossing the streets began closing in on his side of the curb. Barely audible, small chit-chat became full-fledged conversations, with words such as "like" being prominent in most of the sentences heard by his trained ears. Just as he is about to run off, as far as humanly possible from the annoying voices making their way toward him, two certain mentionings of a name all too familiar to him stops the big man dead in his tracks.

His head snaps in the direction of two women saying "Silvia" and "Miss Banks" respectively. The "We're here for her" and "Murder Case" made things ever so more enraging. The fuse causes this man to RUSH toward the two as their heels made contact with the curb's pavement. Crossing his arms in front of the two, his eyes piercing and narrowing behind his towel. Their startles, awaited...

[Amanda Wallace]

"What the..."

Amanda was definitely thrown off by this immediate presence right like, two steps in front of her. She stumbled back a step (possibly one drink too many? ), grasping onto Candice's arm...

[Candice Angel]

$- :oAn immediate pause came over both ladies, seeing the monster of a man suddenly before their very eyes. Candice's eyes were as wide as saucers, void of any blinking as she struggled to find words as she felt Amanda's hand grasp her arm...-$

"...Ah...Um, Amanda...?...Don't take...Take this as a racist question but...Do...Do you happen to have...*Gulp* A gun in your purse sweetie... ?"

$-Politically incorrect FTL!!!!! -$

[Amanda Wallace]

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"Why, no I don't, Candice... I don't exactly carry a piece on me... ESPECIALLY WHILE GOING ON A SHOPPING TRIP WITH A COLLEAGUE!!!!"

Wow, that was just enough to break Amanda's attention from the big man in front of her... it was already bad enough the rest of the roster flocked to her and she got all the weirdo's...

But Candice can keep Chris Calloway...

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