WHO: William Clayton Queen
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2040 and you?
WHERE: What's The First Rule of...
WHEN: Shortly after the Displaced receive their ID's, throughout the next few days.
WHAT: William finds a lucrative, if illegal, way of making money. And, discovers his power.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Probably descriptions of graphic violence, crime, and maybe the possibility of every university ending.
N I G H T O N E( You may notice William here, new to the establishment but given the rundown by Ilya and invited by Ephemera. But, he'd like you not to. He works at blending in so he can do what he needs to do.
He sticks to the outskirts and observes both the fighters themselves and the crowd. He orders one drink, which he nurses, while overhearing talk of the odds. Coupling what he hears with what he observes, he gets a pretty good idea of who rules the roost, who's put in to amp up the excitement, and who the closers are.
It's not even close to rocket science and he all ready has a formula in mind in order to make the best money he can. He's not going to do it forever, but if this can help him raise some capital, then he's going to do it.
When not at the bar, he stays a ways away from the cage.
Toward the end of the night, he finds himself above the fights, looking down. )N I G H T T W O( The second night, he feels he has the lay of the land. He gets in good with the wrong crowd to start his - not so grand plan, he'd admit. Mia would probably kill him. He's not behind a desk or negotiating contracts or flirting over hostile take overs. He's in the thick of it.
His first night at betting, he sticks to two fights. Both, he figures the outcome to be, but for different reasons. One is obvious. One has to be obvious. Everybody is betting for Ilya. William does, too, and not just because of what he's been told by Ilya himself, but, because he sees real technique. Not as knock down drag out as Mia, but he can more than hold his own.
He also knows Mia could take him, though. And his dad, too.
Tonight, he strikes up a few conversations, asking about certain fighters. Casual conversation. Even reacting a bit, just to fit in with the other toughs putting their money down.P I C K A L A T E R N I G HT( He settles in. The Fight Club keeps him close to Mia's memory. He begins to feel safe enough there to let his charm out. Observing the right people, he might send a drink over, courtesy of him, of course. He tells everyone to call him Clayton. They settle on Queen. Whatever, he's been underestimated before.
He finds a table he likes with a good view and even starts to like drinking a little more. He sticks to vodka for Mother Russia - and his dad, and Anatoly. It goes down the easiest, but he knows if he wants to live in his dad's or Mia's image his liquor's going to be brown.
There are a few people he observes who are VIP's, and others whose names he hears. It isn't easy putting faces to names, and most don't return the next night, probably wanting to keep a lower profile.
It's one such night where someone approaches him. Security. He's standing a little too close to the velvet rope. The guard tells him it's reserved. William attempts to quip about the table always being reserved but the reserving party never seems to show. It's a name he recognizes and remembers from a few nights back. But, he happens to know that guard? Was not working. So, he brings his hand out. Even now he forgets gloves in his wardrobe every time he changes, but it proves to be beneficial. Because, anybody observing can see a faint glow below William's chin as he tells the guard his name. The guard asks zero questions, and sends free bottle service.
Maybe that's when you see him, or, maybe it's ten minutes later when the guard returns - saying that table is reserved. William tries again. ) I know. I'm him.
( "You are not him. I know what that guy looks like." ) Yeah, so do I.
( Not the thing to say. But, he admits defeat.
When he sees someone he recognizes from the safe house, he asks... )Hey. Go swipe that bottle. It's mine, but they think I was someone else. Until they didn't.
( He takes a second. ) I think I just discovered my power.
( Feel free to wildcard as well. If you have any questions or ideas, hit me up on Plurk at [Bad username or site: manipulative @ plurk.com!</small] )