Storage Unit - 01 - (P)

[The Doctor]

Storage Unit 01
Picture; Picture; Picture

Components
Storage, Fancy
Deadbolt Lock x2

A single storage room with no windows. The room was 17.75 feet by 17.5 feet with a 10 foot high ceiling. There were two doors located on the East and West side of the door. These two doors were made out of hard steel and had deadbolt locks (Impossible Lock Quality). The building was made out of thick material perhaps concrete so a simple door bust was not possible.

At the North Western side of the room were 4 lockers. Each locker had a height of 90 inches, a width of 30 inches, and a depth of 29 inches. There was a light switch on the opposite end of the door.

At the North end center of the room were 2 safes. Each Safe had a height of 72.5 inches, a width of 42 inches and a depth of 30.5 inches.

At the North Eastern end of the room was a corner cubby or guest storage where clothing could be collected and stored. There were 4 cubby holes in this section with 4 smaller storage containers at the bottom while the middle was a rack for clothing.

At the East end of the room was a Weapon rack with a height of 4.25 feet a length of 6 feet and a depth of 6 inches. Next to the door was a simple light switch for the room.

At the Southern end of the room was lined with lockers normally used for guests. Each locker was 90 inches high, with a width of 26.625 inches and a depth of 29 inches. There were 8 lockers lining up throughout the side of the wall.

At the Center of the room was a single large table 72 inches long with a width of 36 inches. The table was made out of thin metal with foldable legs to allow the table to move easy and quickly while allowing the table to be stored if needed.

[The Doctor]

[Enter]

The Handler opened the Door for the storage unit located within the city and began walking around briefly. The Handler walked in wearing his long sleeved white collared shirt and a brown tie. Over the shirt and tie was his 4 buttoned black vest. His slacks were sharp, creases along the center of the legs with some simple black loafers as foot wear.

The blue overcoat draped over his shoulders hid his overweight body. The dark brown fedora covered the fact that he had no hair on top of his head, but the sides of his head still peaked showing he was an older man.

As the Handler entered the storage unit he removed his sunglasses over his eyes with his left, placed them in his coat pocket and removed his fedora with his right hand. He stood there calmly, waiting for the seller to come by as he continued to examine the room with his ocean blue eyes.

OOC: Forgot to add something.
Acting: 165
Disguise: 165

[Y]

A well dressed man, whose age was showing, was my client today. I met with him in some odd storage locker, in the heart of the city. It was a nice enough place; obviously he meant to keep a variety of useful gear for himself here, some kind of cache which he needed secured for a long time. I had come out in my best clothing today, a charcoal jacket and pants, all blended from synthetic and natural wool, my shirt was a light yellow and my tie a spotted purple. I made care not to seem uncomfortable in this flashy apparel. I didn't want to read as being the type of man who normally deals with shadier types. I had a small messenger bag across my shoulder, made of black leather. "Good afternoon, sir. I've heard you might be interested in making a purchase." I said, with a long pause before I started speaking. I made eye contact with this man, wondering what kind of bargain I was going to strike. Maybe this is where I'll make it big. I glanced around at the cabinets, but kept, every moment or so, returning to eye contact. I extended my hand forward, more as an after thought than anything, for a handshake.

[The Doctor]

Holding the fedora with his right he quickly transferred it to his left and shook the man's hand. He smiled, opened his mouth to say something, stopped briefly and in just an instant examined the man. It was something the Doctor always did. He wanted to gain information from the man.

He noticed the pants, the clothing being similar to his but with a more dynamic style of tie. To the Doctor he took his time, looking for things such as spots of dirt along the pants and shoes to see where the man came from as he was a master of earth components. He examined closely to get a grasp of the man's skills just by the feel of the hand he was shaking. To the man in front of him however he should not notice this as it was a simple, glimpse, a reaction found in the deep subconscious of the Doctor.

The Handler chuckled, tucking his hat under his left arm, and gently tapped the man's hand with his left. "Oh I am quite invested in this purchase," he spoke in a low calm voice. "You can call me Jack," he said with a higher pitched voice, as if trying to lighten the mood. "Or Shaw," he continued calmly releasing the man's hand turning into the storage. "I am what you call a Handler, of sorts, and I have been in charged by a special Client in procuring this establishment, and they are willing to pay for the asked amount."

He turned towards the man, to see his reaction.

[Y]

Long, nimble fingers free of dirt, and a suit that was so clean and crisp that it could only have been worn a few times were both apparent. The fingers would wrap around the hand of the man, proving to be quite long for the average male. It would be a gentle yet noticable squeeze on his hand, followed by a nod of the head. As the Doctor looked at the man, he would see a very clean man, with no dirt except the urban construction debris that are commonly found in the local area, which was scattered across his ankle.

I made no effort to determine whether or not the names and facts he gave me were lies. It mattered little to me. Either I would make out like a thief or I would make out like an honest buisnessman. Jack gave me his names, and suggested that any price would be acceptable. That would be nice, but it could just be a trick to take me off my guard. Perhaps he wasn't even authorised to go above list price. "So what sort of fittings and furnishings is this already fine establishment lacking? I assume you want to pay for some security? It would be a shame if anything were to happen to a place like this." This time I smiled al ittle bit, and kept my eyes on the client the whole time.

[The Doctor]

The Handler listened to the man carefully, as he gathered the information he wanted from him by the simple glances.

Hearing him speak on furnishings the Doctor turned back around once more, slowly circling as he was examining the room closely. "Well my client wanted something quiet, and yet spacious," he said calmly with a smile. "And this has that, mood my client is looking for." he continued while raising his arms out to the sides, spread out but not before he took hold of his Fedora hat.

He chuckled once more and turned towards the seller. "All my client is asking for is a new set of deadbolts with the best locks possible," he said with a smile as he reached into his coat with his left hand. The Doctor then pulled out a small manila envelope. He then extended it towards the man. "This is what my client is offering for your establishment." The Doctor finished with a smile.

He waited for the man to check and see how much. If he were to grab the envelope and see inside he would see 44,000 Ryo.

SPOILER: Click to show

For Staff Purposes I'm using one of the components that I gained from that link so I don't have to pay 10,000 Ryo. However for the Locks and Deadbolts I will have 34,000 Ryo deducted, for now.

[Y]

It did not take very long before money was being shown and deals being struck. The Handler handed over an envelope and requested a set of deadbolts to protect the building. They had to be good deadbolts; nothing less than the absolute best quality available would be satisfactory. I fingered open the envelope, and counted the money briefly.  I nodded; the sum was reasonable at 44,000 Ryo. That was better than I normally got for this type of deal; generally I'm dealing with gang bosses and hermits who can do a little over half that. But, this man is dressed well and authoitative. There is a chance I can nurse out a little bit more from it all.

"Good locks are not cheap. You seem to know that; but what you don't know is that a lock is only as strong as its installation. I can make it work with this money; but a round fifty-thousand would go a long ways." I said after a very long pause. I had to think it through, say exactly what  I wanted to say in exactly the right way. Hopefully I would get some extra money here. Its worth a shot for sure. I would look him dead in the eyes, for I was a little shifty with my vision while I was talking. I also adjusted the bag at my side, hoping it would catch his attention. It woud jingle slightly as I lifted it up; the sound of metal inside was obvious.

[The Doctor]

The Handler sighed softly as he stared at the man briefly. He was slightly annoyed by the man haggling with him. He was hoping to just simply pay it off, and be done with it, however the Handler did have more money to give to this man.

He watched the man closely. His eyes changed as he just watched the man, standing there in silence. If one were to look they could tell the annoyance of the Handler. His eyes narrowed as he just stared at the man in front of him. He straightened himself up some before his expression quickly changed.

The man chuckled, and shook his head. It was an odd chuckle. It was the type of chuckle where he was deflecting, with a hint of a displeasing, and yet something else. "Well of course!," he quickly said raising a whimsical voice while immediately reaching into his coat and pulling out another manila envelope. He walked right up to the man, only being a few inches away from the man as he walked into the man's personal space. He gently tapped the envelope on the man's chest staring at him. "I hope this is, satisfactory," he finished with his low calm voice, waiting for the man to grab it and see inside.

When the man grabbed it the Handler would quickly turn around and walk into the Storage once again. If the man counted he would see there would be an extra 16,000 Ryo inside. "With that much money, I believe a small favor is in order," He said, continuing in his low calm voice. "When the book keepers ask for a name and information about the owners the names Mr. and Mrs. John Smith should be sufficient." he finished with a smile, placing his hands in front of him, holding each other, standing in a parade rest while looking at the seller.

[Y]

The man wanted it done and he wanted it done right. At first his laugh and look would give the sense of a man who was unhappy with the haggling. But he caved quickly. Obviously he didn't want to risk anything with this project. I counted the additional money, and was satisfied. He went over the sum I demanded by 10,000, an interesting choice. Normally, when somebody overpays it means that they are ready to ask for more. By overpaying for one thing, they make it difficult to demand a fair price for another thing. It was completely valid, if the man wasn't going to ask for a favor he was a fool.

And so he did. Anonymity was his request. Anonymity can be bought for smaller prices. 10,000 was a fair deal, and I decided to accept his bargain. "That can be done. I have this friend... I can probably put through some paperwork to register this place in the name of Mr. and Mrs. Jack Smith. I could leave you the deed. " I stumbled off mid way through my speech before finding my tongue again. I didn't think it through. Perhaps the dark underside of my business was peeking through my suit. But I don't think this man is going to care. It sounds like he's looking to the shadows already.

SPOILER: Click to show

Offer now includes a 1 Power Rating identity.

[The Doctor]

The Handler stood there calmly as he heard the man's proposal. He nodded briefly before he heard the name. He raised a hand up, giving a stopping shake before shaking his head. "No, not Jack, it's John. Make it Mr. and Mrs. John Smith please." he said in a calm but higher voice than before.

He clapped his hands and just smiled. "Excellent, it seems we have have a deal," he yelled out with his smile. The Handler reached over to his left armpit, grabbed his fedora and placed it on his head. He chuckled again with a chuckle to ease the tension before taking one more look around. "You know I have clients that enjoy these kinds of places. They say it helps them read better, and care for their thoughts," he began to ramble, again trying to ease tension. "In fact that reminds me of this exquisite place down by Nagi Island within the Country of Sea. Now what was the name of it?" he stopped briefly. "Oh yes Kamishibai Shoppe. It's hell on my back to get there but beautiful none the less. If you ever find your way down there you should give it a look."

He stopped again momentarily and smile, "Oh apologies, I began to ramble, so when should I expect the deed?"

[Y]

The man before me exploded with joy. It seemed that the idea of a fake deed pleased him greatly. Almost too greatly. I began to expect that he would benefit from it, and not his master. Whether this was the sign of a very good and mutually beneficial relationship between servant and master or whether this was a sign that this man was more important than he seemed to be was hard to tell. Either way, this was a good bargain, and I expected that I might be sought out again for business. He had an outburst of joy as he explained to me his favorite place to shop. "I could install the locks as early as tonight, but I probably won't be able to get all the right papers together for two or three days. If that is satisfactory to you, I'll be on my way. For John Smith, of course." I extended my hand for another handshake in such a brief time. "And, if you're ever looking for deals like this again, the word to throw around is 'why not.' On the streets of Melkyoku, thats as good as an address. Probably better."  I realised my tone had been slowly slipping away from the professional nature it had orginally. But this man seemed too happy to care much. With a handshake and some form of happiness with the time frame, I would stroll back out the door, trying to figure out how I was going to get those papers procured so quickly.

[The Doctor]

(OOC: Don't need the deed to say the name, just the books because the book keepers of the city will have the name of someone. That way the deed can still be transferred from person to person without problems.)

"Two or three days," the Handler thought to himself as he placed a hand against his chin thinking briefly. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his dark brown tinted sunglasses and placed them over his eyes. "Sounds good, I'll see you in 3 days," he continued in his low, calm voice before extending his hand out giving a pleasant, yet firm handshake.

Before he took off he heard the man speak about further deals. "I'll consider it, this has been fun," the Handler said with a smile, noticing the tone slipping some as it seemed the man was becoming comfortable with The Handler. With that, he walked out, as he wanted to continue with further business.

[Exit]

[Y]

In the night, two days later, a pair of men came by. It was the seller who went by earlier and an assistant. They entered and placed some paperwork on the counter in an envelope. They included a library card, the deed to the place, a handful of bank statements and even utility bills in the name of John Smith. They weren't the greatest documents, but they would add some substance to a lie. The men then went to work. They cut holes into the door, put the locks in, bolted them down solidly, and cut the frame so that it would function properly. The locks were well made, from steel, and were left unlocked. The keys were finally placed in the envelope and left on the table. The two men made eye contact and left the area. Nodding as they left. It was a deal well done. The paperwork had been easy to do, most of it had been sitting around without details filled in anyways. And now the city had this plot of land allocated to Mr. and Mrs. John Smith. The partners split the cash and walked away, intent upon drinking away any memory of the thing. And the Doctor's secret was secure enough for now; as was his storage unit.

[The Doctor]

[Enter]

The Handler came to the storage for a moment as he examined the work. He was pleased with the craftsmanship and noticed the envelope and keys on the counter. He grabbed them all and locked the place up well before heading back out, taking the deed and keys.

[Exit]