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| Karas | Jan 12 2012, 01:58 AM Post #1 |
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Megan Fullgear sighed as she rested in one of the booths. The bar was usually full of demons, angels, even a few humans. They swarmed to watch the fights, drink the booze, and eat the surprisingly good food. But today... "Not a customer in sight," Meg muttered. "Certainly appears that way," Sheldon, the owner, said tiredly. Meg grumbled and stood up quickly. She strode into the locker room and opened hers, smiling briefly at the picture taped to the door. She touched the image, herself and a shaggy wolverine demon laughing and embracing without a care in the world. She shook her head and quickly undressed, gasping as she removed the corset. "I keep telling Shelly it's too tight," she mumbled irritably as she put her uniform away and got dressed. The simple red t-shirt and low riding jeans showed off every curve as she posed in the mirror. With a wink, she slung a denim jacket over her shoulder and made her way out into the bar. "Alright Shelly, I'm off duty," she chirped as she sat down, "And I feel like a drink." Shelly set a bottle of rum and a glass in front of her and waved off her attempts to pay. After the fifth attempt to sneak payment onto the bar, Meg just shook her head with a laugh and settled in for a drink. She really hoped things would pick up soon. |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 5 2012, 01:20 AM Post #2 |
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The night was...pretty. It was colorful. The lights, by god, the lights! The air could be seen to its very atoms! The sounds, they sounded so...lively! Like walking through a planet-sized surround-sound movie theater! By god... By god......... .....By god...... Daniel Ray was high out of his mind. As expected of him, as expected from his now clean cousin, Dave. Or did he like being called David from time to time? Dan didn't know. He only remembered getting whacked across the face every time he called his cousin that name, followed by an angry, "It's not David!" He'd remember listening to tidbits of Dave's story behind the mystery of his name...if it wasn't David, then what was it? He didn't know, he didn't care, he was too engrossed in this part of the surface world to care anymore about David or Daymian Jr, or whatever. Did Dave ever mention a Daymian? He didn't know. Leon... Seamus... Jade? Was she a jewel? Dave the Barbarian's life seemed cool compared to what Dan went through, he would recall as he sauntered clumsily down the street. Every passerby looked at him weird, giving him a nickname such as "Hey You" and "Get Out of My Way." He bumped into one of the people, a big, muscular looking thug dressed in a green windbreaker and torn dark blue jeans. He had a gap in his teeth, and a silly looking lazy eye that was a different color form his normal blue one. He also possessed salt and pepper stubble all over his face. Though all of those silly features equaled to one mean looking grimace at him. "Y'like walkin' inta people, druggeh boi?!" he shouted, making Dan's sensitive pointed human ears ring, and with him being stoned on whatever drug of the day he had today, the ringing was worse, and it sounded like there were three of these guys talking in chorus. "Ya know, it's not polite to yell, friend," Daniel replied with a laugh, brushing his black hair out of his gold eyes. That comment was met with a nice knuckle sandvich to the face, sending Dan flying down an alleyway--where did that come from?--and into a pile of garbage bags, each one exploding and sending forth crumbled balls of paper cups and bags of old fast food. God, the smell was delicious... As Dan pushed himself up in that heavy looking Hell armor of his, he could hear footsteps and yelling. "I ain't dun witcha yet, kiddo!" that man called. "Gotta make a run for it!" Dan laughed before getting to his feet and sprinting in his spinning, colorful world. Ahead was a high chain link fence, and what did Dan do? Run right into it, hoping his very existence as a demon would break through it. But no, that failed, as he was just bounced backwards onto his back from the fence's recoil. Was he supposed to be on a mission? He forgot; he remembered a shady dealer telling him that his missions would be done faster if he would lick a piece of paper that tasted like mint. That paper brought all soldiers good luck, he was told. Before Dan knew it, he was looking up at the man's covered nuts area. Oh, this was looking good. "Now lie still, drugged fucker!" the man growled. Daniel only giggled as he thrust a fist into the man's groin, a forceful punch which made the man grab his goods and keel over. Still giggling and laughing, Daniel slid out from under the man and skidded to his right, watching the man fall over onto his face, landing on pure hard pavement. That was going to be one bloody face the next morning. Now that that conundrum was over, Dan turned around and grabbed for a door knob--doors in alleyways? No way!--before turning it and opening it, entering a locker room. Well, this was new... A locker room? Just Dan's luck. "Hahaha, maybe I could be like Cousin Davey Jones and pick up the chicks in here!" Dan said obnoxiously loud, hearing his words echo in heightened drug volume off the walls. The door behind him closed loudly, and he began walking around the locker room, feeling his way around. He didn't know this was the men's locker room, though... |
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| Karas | Mar 5 2012, 12:49 PM Post #3 |
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Level 5 Commoner
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Meg blinked and looked towards the locker room. What the hell was with all the noise? "Hey Shelly, gimme the keys to the locker rooms," she called, "It sounds like some idiot got locked in there again." Shelly brought her the key and gave her a look. She knew the one, the one that said "Don't kill them, we're still paying off the last murder." Meg sighed, sometimes she wondered why she worked in a bar full of hot-headed murderous fighters. Sometimes she wondered if she was the only sane one in the bunch. The buxom bunny walked to the door and stuck the key in the lock, cursing as it stuck halfway. More swearing ensued when the door jammed. "Shelly!" she shouted irritably, "Get these fucking doors fixed you cheap prick!" She slammed her shoulder into the door and finally forced it open. She winced and rubbed her shoulder, she was going to throttle Shelly. Cheap ass bastard wouldn't replace the doors if they were falling off the hinges. She fumbled for the light switch, grumbling irritably. She flicked it on and blinked at the sudden light, cursing at her own thoughtlessness. She blinked the spots away and glared at the idiot fumbling around in the locker room. "Alright dumbass," she growled, "No one in the locker room except fighters. Get your ass out." |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 5 2012, 10:00 PM Post #4 |
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Dan blinked, hearing what sounded like four of the same person telling him to get out. But why would he ever do such a thing? There were women to be flirted with! "Alright, darling, just let me get my things together," he called out into the dark locker room, still feeling around for any equipment he actually didn't bring. Each locker was shut tight, some with padlocks, and others with combination locks. If Dan wanted to try, he could listen to the combo locks to see if he got it right or not. But knowing how bitchy these people would be? He had to steal something quick, then... "Just ahhh just let me get my money, alright?" Dan called, spotting a loose five dollar bill on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and put it in the pocket of his leather pants before heading over, stumbling into just about everything with loud hollow bangs, to the entrance. Then he stopped, scanning his glazed over golden eyes over the nice curvy body of the bunny rabbit in front of him. And Dan grinned, overexaggeratedly of course. "My my...you're about as tan and buxom as my cousin's wife!" he sneered practically. "How about you and I go grab a drink? It's on me," he added, flashing the five he just found. In all common sense, though, who would drink with a half baked soldier from Hell's 69th legion? |
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| Karas | Mar 6 2012, 10:17 AM Post #5 |
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Level 5 Commoner
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Meg blinked. Did he really just hit on her? Clearly this drugged out moron had a death wish. "Look jackass," he said flatly, "No way in hell. Now get out of the locker room." She crossed her arms and cracked her neck. If the bastard was going to be difficult, he was going to learn quick why she was the queen of the ring. |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 7 2012, 01:04 AM Post #6 |
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Man, this woman had a mouth! Dan watched the woman cross her arms and give him a cocky look. What was her deal? "Aw come on, baby," Dan persisted, "I wanna show ya a good time. Ya know what legion I'm in for Hell's Army?" He kept waving that five dollar bill temptingly, secretly reminding himself to come back up here soon with more of the bigger bucks he was making from the lords. He could feel his body returning to normal, slowly but steadily, from that mint paper's awesome effects. That would mean he'd have to ween himself later with a drag. Did Dan bring his smokes? |
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| Karas | Mar 9 2012, 04:27 PM Post #7 |
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Level 5 Commoner
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Meg quirked her brow, "Do I look like I give a fuck?" She ignored the fiver, honestly did he think she was poor? She made more in tips in a night than he probably did in a week. And if there was a fight, well, she probably made more than he did in a month. She locked eyes with him and gave him her hardest glare, "Now I'm not gonna ask again. Get the fuck outta the locker room." She stepped to the side and gestured again. She couldn't help a small smirk at the though of what Dag would have done by now. The image was priceless. |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 11 2012, 10:50 PM Post #8 |
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That didn't surprise Dan any. The way this beauty reacted to him, that was how all women reacted to him. That was, unless he was actually clean. Then they respected him by throwing wine in his face. That, to him, was a respectful way of saying "No." "Hm, maybe it's the lack of money," he thought out loud, pocketing the five before leaving the locker room. Now Dan found himself in a bar area...more like, bar/wrestling combo. His eyes spotted the cage to his right, and with sudden awe coming to his dilating eyes, Dan asked out loud, "Is this WWE?" He turned around to the bar section now, going over to a stool and grabbing a seat before unpocketing his five and slapping the bill on the bar. "One Coors, please!" he announced. He needed to give himself this extra rush of strength. |
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| Karas | Mar 22 2012, 12:39 PM Post #9 |
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Level 5 Commoner
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Meg followed him out, shaking her head. He really was an idiot. Shelly looked up from the bar and immediately put on his brightest smile. Meg just rolled her eyes, of course the bastard bartender was going to try to milk for all he was worth. Which was about five bucks, as far as she could tell. "No, it's not WWE," she sniffed derisively, "Those pricks are acting. This is the cage, where we actually fight until someone drops. Or dies, it's rare but it happens." She shrugged and sat back down at her glass, taking a short sip. She sighed happily and drained her glass, filling it back to the brim from the bottle. Shelly was cheap, but he knew where to get the good stuff for a price he was willing to pay. Speaking of Shelly, she noticed him giving the demon a... a Coors? "Coors? Really?" she said before she could stop herself, "You're at a bar and you drink a Coors? What, did you just turn twenty-one?" |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 22 2012, 01:46 PM Post #10 |
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"Nah, I've been drinking for years," Dan said with a chuckle as he cracked open his beer and took a deep swig. He set the can down, sighed refreshingly, and continued, "Been to many bars man, haha, and last bar visit I paid was Lucky Basterd down in Hell--should visit that place, man, Whitey's a good soul--and I had this thing of Jack Daniel's with my cousin." Dan started chuckling obnoxiously at the story he recounted, the memories flooding back to him as quickly as buddy water. "Course, I had m a little too much," he continued, "and my cousin, you know, being a lord and all, he can't drink too much or else his image is gonna be soiled and all that. So anyway, I swing at the nearest Goat demon next to me and he tries throwing this bar stool at me. By this time, Dave leaves and I'm like 'What the hell man' and all alone and stuff....and...and...well, I won because the Army came and bailed my ass. But I had a lot of bruises from that scuffle, man, I tell ya..." He took another swig of the beer, this time killing it and feeling his head swim, the colors returning to normal, but now his vision remaining blurry. Dan squinted at the bartender, his hair in his eyes now. "Do I need glasses or something man?" he asked himself out loud. |
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| Karas | Mar 22 2012, 03:01 PM Post #11 |
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Level 5 Commoner
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Meg shrugged as his story finished, "Well, you drink like a pussy, kiddo. Where I come from, real men drink hard liquor." She drained her glass again and waved at Shelly to take the bottle. The bartender did so with a wink, mouthing a few very rude comments about their guest that made her laugh. He set the bottle back on the shelf and disappeared into the kitchen, muttering idly to himself. Meg turned to the demon and quirked her brow, "Just how high are you? And what the hell were doing in the locker room, anyway?" She blinked and realized she didn't know his name. "And who the hell are you, come to think of it," she added quickly. |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 22 2012, 07:08 PM Post #12 |
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Dan giggled upon being called a pansy, or pussy, or whatever he heard the girl call him as he slammed the empty can with its hollow clunk on the bar. "Nah, just need something to keep my head clear," he told her. "Just how high are you? And what the hell were doing in the locker room, anyway?" the girl asked him. How high was he? That was going to be a fun question to answer. "I'm so high, I can hear heaven," Dan said casually, a big grin still on his face. "And I just...waltzed through the door, man, some guy started shit with me, right? So I knock him in the nuts and run to a door, I think it was locked...but the plot twist is, it wasn't locked. So it got me into that locker room. So I thought, hahaha it's time to be like my cousin and pick up chicks like he used to in locker rooms!" Instinctively, Dan reached for the beer can again, but then frowned when he felt its light, empty weight in his hand. Such a hollow, hollow can... He dropped it, purely by accident, onto the floor with a louder, more hollow clunk, indicating it possibly fell on its side, before turning to catch the girl's last question. "And who the hell are you, come to think of it?" Dan blinked and thought for a second, putting a finger to his chin and rubbing it thoughtfully. He even had the eyes to the ceiling for added effect. "I'm...I'm..." He finally got it, in his mind at least. "Tom Landrey!" Dan said out loud, snapping his fingers. Hey, it was a military job he was given. Why not make good use of it and hide Hell's identity by making up everything about himself? "And what's yours, baby?" |
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| Karas | Mar 22 2012, 07:29 PM Post #13 |
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Meg gave him a deadpan look, "You're either incredibly high or lying to me. No idiot would fall for that ruse. And that's a horrible song reference." "As to myself," he set her hand on her chest, "My name is Megan Fullgear. You can call me Megan, try to shorten it and I'll throw you in the cage." She glanced at the cage then, an unbidden shiver going through her at the site of it. The bars glowed softly in the dark, arcane runes carved into it to limit any supernatural powers. She loved the feeling. Shelly brought her back to the present by setting a plate of seasoned fries in front of her, smiling brightly and looking to "Tom" for an order. Meg shook her head and took a bite of a fry, a soft sound of pleasure coming from her throat. The food really was good. "So you said some guy started shit with you?" she said between fries, "Any chance of him trying to continue?" |
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| Mister Karma | Mar 22 2012, 07:54 PM Post #14 |
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"The cage? Oh, don't get kinky on me now, baby...er, Meg," Dan said with a more sly chuckle. "About that guy, ah, I dunno, I went running for the door after I knocked his nuts out. I wonder if--" Suddenly, it sounded like the front door was slammed open, causing Dan to turn his head. In the doorway stood an even larger man, larger than the last one he bumped into outside the bar. This man wore a ripped tanktop, had a dark tan, and was covered in head to toe in gang tattoos. His head was shiny and shaven, and he was missing a few teeth in his ominous grimace. There was a black eyepatch over his left eye with a white skull on it, indicating that he was indeed a tough guy. To top off this wonderful outfit, he even wore a pair of camo pants. Dan smiled widely and waved. "You here cuz of the guy I hit in the balls?" he asked joyously. "Yeah yeah yeah, he had small balls anyway. Happy to know you have an even smaller pee pee, meathead." While he laughed loudly, the bigger man--we'll nickname him Meat Head--glared and ground his cracking bad teeth. "I don't care about the size of me dick," he growled deeply, his voice sounding rough from far too many cigarettes and a ton of crack cocaine. "Ya fucked me buddy Rudy hard in his balls, and I want me revenge on ye, vampire demon lad!" Meat Head looked around the room, eyeing the company. Three people. The vampire demon, a pretty lady, and some bartender. He was probably named Moe. All bartenders were named Moe. "Ye two wanna watch yer customer's arse get kicked in this place's cage?" Meat Head asked, and it didn't sound it but there was a tinge of excitement in his voice. Dan just laughed again. "Nah man, I'll probably whack you in the balls like that Rude-E or whatever," he taunted. "I suggest you turn around and leave right now, Man. I'm a soldier." Meat Head...just waltzed in, his large form surprisingly still fitting through the door. How many steroids did he take, Dan wondered? |
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| Karas | Mar 22 2012, 08:44 PM Post #15 |
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Meg winced at the sound of the door. Shelly made a small sound of dismay in the back of his throat. His poor bar was constantly getting destroyed. Meg sighed and hopped off the stool, walking up to the idiot and poking him in the chest. Her form changed without her noticing, the short fur of her demon fur covering her swiftly. She glared up at him and snarled, "Look asswipe, I don't care about your 'partner' or this cockmunch at the bar. But you're messin' up my workplace slamming the door open like that, and I take that personally." She waved a hand at the cage, "So you have two options. Get your ass in the cage so I can file a complaint with your head, or go back to giving your buddy's balls a tongue bath." She turned around and started walking towards the cage slowly, that natural sway to her step showing off in earnest. She smiled lightly at the thought of what that sway did to her boyfriend. The smile turned into a grin at the thought of what she'd do with the muscle-head behind her if he took her challenge. |
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