2020-02-10 - Making Plans for Nigel

Tracking down Joey Kelly was pretty easy. Isolde had never met the man or been to his Gym but she had lived on Elm with Alexander for a while so she was familiar with his name and Jaime's name at least. And just asking a couple questions was an easy lead to Kelly's Gym. And so, here Isolde was, to see if Joey was around and talk to him. She was potentially going to put herself into a bit of a predicament BUT it was all for a good cause. In her mind at least. Her long red hair was pull back into a ponytail, wild blue eyes curious as she took in the gym. Her attire was simple - a pair of dark jeans and a black sweater.

Really the Kelly's live on what is pretty much the end of Elm Street. The Gym has a big old label on it and turns out is still owned by teh family after the former owner, Jackie Kelly, moved out of state.

Joey's findable in beat to death jeans that look so broken in thieves leave the pockets alone. Sweatshirt on and layers, man. The heat in this building sucks, but it keeps the wind out so that's something. The space heaters try in vain to battle the shitty insulation. Joey's got the dogs bedded down off to the side. The cold makes for slower days and while he's willing to throw the tennis ball for the mastiff that's there the new-new dog, Harvey, is more excited to watch the little 3 leggled mutt chase after it in all of her uncoordinated glory.

Jaime, on the other hand, is dressed in a pair of sweat pants and trainers with a loose fitting white tank on that shows off his ink and the muscles of his arms that are, admittedly, not quite as impressive as his brother's, but strong in his own right. He works over the speed bag, one fist over the other, keeping it in constant motion. He's been at it for a bit, having worked out a little earlier and gone a couple of rounds with the heavy bag. He's worked up a bit of a sweat and has been spending a bit more time at the gym recently between long haul runs.

Spotting the two men, Isolde pauses briefly because, well, she's not actually sure which one was Joey! Also the dogs are a little distracting because - adorable. Who doesn't like dogs? She's tempted to go closer to them but stops. No, Isolde, focus! It's important. So those blue eyes refocus on the two men. And then, finally, clears her throat, "Are one of. You, Joey Kelly?"

The mastiff, Harvey, just looks at Joey looking at him looking back. The little three legged pup is still working on being herself and brings the ball off to the side and lays down with it for now. The boxer sighs. "Yeaaaaah, take five." Looking up to Isolde he regonizes her. They haven't spoken but he recognizes her. "Yes, one of us is." And that one is apparently a bit of a dick playing the I'm not telling you which one game. "What can we do for you?"

Jaime glances over at Isolde when she comes wandering in, giving her a nod in greeting before he goes back to what he was doing. He smirks a little at Joey's response and lets his gloves fall, stopping the bag and then drifting over in his brother's direction, pulling the gloves off and grabbing a towel to wipe off his neck and forehead. He doesn't recognize Isolde, but then he hasn't had any previous interaction with her, so that's not surprising. He leans up against the wall next Joey, apparently not going to help her out with this one, either. Twins are dicks.

Isolde furrowed her brow at Joey, giving a glance to the door as if maybe seconding guessing this whole thing. But then steeled her resolve! "...I need to talk. To you. About Itzhak." She semi-awkwardly addresses both of them.Since the other one didn't offer up any help. She straightens up some, trying to feel and look a little more confident. It's not like this was her first time messing around with criminals! She just, you know, was doing all this with a certain Jewish guys knowledge and so was probably going to get in trouble for it!

Joey is the one that shifts and the look of concern becomes a bit apparent. All reactions are held in check until the conversation's come to a complete stop. "Roz okay?" Looking around, and finding the situation satisfactory he assures, "You can talk." Shifting weight evenly to either foot he says to her, "This' my brother Jaime." He looks to said twin and informs, "Isolde. Works... worked!?" He looks to her curiously for which and finished, "for Antonio once upon a time. What's up?"

She eyes Joey a moment, now that he has revealed himself - at least in her mind - as the real Joey. "He is...okay. As okay as he. Ever is I guess." A touch of a smile passed and then she looked puzzled. Not that he knew her name - she figures since he worked with Itzhak she might've come up, it's the rest. "I don't know any Antonio." But she shrugs it off because it's not important! "He told me some about...the situation? I...want to try to help. If there's some way I can?"

Jaime just stands there looking between the two of them. At the mention of Itzhak he nods a little bit, indicating that he recognizes the name, at least. But then Joey goes ahead and points out who he is and he says, "Nice to meet you." Confirmation that he is, in fact, not the actual Joey, but the photocopy. Though when Isolde talks about 'the situation' and wanting to help, he raises a brow a little, glancing over at his brother. But he doesn't interrupt, instead waiting to see if Joey tells him to fuck off or not.

Joey doesn't' tell Jaime to fuck off. Quite the opposite, though they don't have a great phrase for stay put. He points to himself and then Jaime offering a slight concern for her. "What's good for my ears is good for his." The only person he trusts more than Felix... how fucked up is that?

When she mentions the 'situation' he frowns, "The situation. You're gonna have to elaborate because if this is about me gettin his boy not blown up by taking that hit? Tell him I didn't fuckin do it for him..." There's a frown clearly thinking this is about the royal rumble where he was cage fighting. He murmurs, "And... he's welcome. He don't owe me nothin."

Isolde blinks, almost owlishly a moment as Joey talked about someone not getting blown up. Clearly she was more out of the loop on things than she realized. But that was for another time and certainly not something to take up with the Kelly brothers.

"...not about that..." Isolde took a moment to put together what she wanted to say. "His Felix problem. " because it was a very big problem. "I want to know how. Much more money he owes. And how I can help. Without him knowing. "