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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 7 2007, 12:20 PM (370 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Feb 7 2007, 12:20 PM Post #1 |
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Alright folks, my basic concept here is a little Roleplay I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, its a little lesser known bar run by the blighted trio of mine, though Mers is the kingpin, Jack and Obid tend to back him. The idea of the bar is that they only give entrance to certain people, how you are dressed is the ‘password’ if you will. Basically you only get let in if you are dressed to a certain era; the times acceptable are pre-WWII style of clothing, 30s, 20s, even medieval if you are feeling edgy folks. For girls that means corsets, ‘flapper’ style attire, wide dresses, and the like. Gents that means tuxes, derbys, colored formal, or knightly linens. Only suggestions, but I ask you do a spot of research before you just kick in the door in your stripy pink wife beater with a chicken tied to your head, not that there is anything wrong with that but it isn’t quite what I’m looking for. The music follows accordingly, but unless people make requests Mers usually just plays Jazz, Blues, or Swing. The bar is setup in an oval, looping around to the front door where the inspectors are, Obid or Jack depending on the night. Over the front door is ‘The Indigo Giant’, the name of the place as it seems. Once you step in the floor is marble, with a red carpet leading up a few steps to the main area, a large dance floor with a bar on the right selling many styles of drink and a section of stable furnishings on the left, chairs, tables, a few couches in the corner for those that like to pet, muha. In the back is a group of musicians that know just about every tune and improvise when they must. The whole place gives off the radiance of an old speakeasy, making it feel forbidden but just worth it. Jack or Obid runs the bar, depending on whose night at the door it is and Mers is usually at one of the tables, leering out across the place from under his bowler, looking for an appropriate piece of prey. The drinks aren’t cheap, but neither are the thrills kids. (By the way, this doesn’t apply to Syumo, so don’t worry about breaking any rules, this is just an open RP, so join damn it!) --- The dark blue tube lighting flickered lightly in the night; ‘The Indigo Giant’ was open for the night, here at eight o’clock, PM. The damp street reflected the dim lamp posts as they illuminated the other, now closed shops and parlors, this part of town, the old, had been dead for years. No one was sure why the pale man had opened it, but they gave patron anyhow, the drinks were good and it was nice to lose yourself in the past. Tonight at the door was Obid, the sickly burn victim that never showed much, clad in dark attire, a stretched trench coat with a faded insignia on his shoulder, and a symbol Gas Mask over his charred face, he resembled a Nazi Storm trooper, but no one bothered to ask, not yet. He remained at his post, waiting for the trickle of people to come to drink and move to the soft melodies echoing through the place. With a yawn, Jack glanced across the trodden dance floor, leering at Obid and chuckling, one of his writhing tentacles taking a cloth and polishing a glass in his hand while he ran his free hand through his hair, tonight felt colder, he had thought. He twitched a bit in his work, his rough black vest turning with him as he glanced over at Mers in the corner, now half asleep. Jack was wearing a white undershirt, still stained with a set of black pants, corduroys. He hadn’t put much effort in, but he hadn’t gotten much out of it anyhow. Flicking his wrist he set the glass down on the bar, amongst the long row already cleaned. Sighing, Mers brought himself up from the table, looking around, still no one, grumbling he put his hand over to the glass next to him, some brown tonic which he took a small sip of, still half full if you’re an optimist. Shrugging he put his head down again, this wasn’t his first drink for the night and it wouldn’t be his last. His blank eyes flickered while he pondered sleeping, his black bowler hat flinching at the thought. Making his mind he sat up, putting his feet up on the table, slick dress shoes covering them that led to a set of dark pants, a fine belt and a stripped button down underneath his black coat. He looked refined these nights and he didn’t want to waste it. Obid brought his hand up, rubbing one of his covered eyes with his burnt palm, whimpering a bit before looking over at Jack, who was staring right back at him, arms folded, that bulbous eye looking right through him. “Want to trade?” Obid begged. “Trade what?” Jack tested. “Duh, positions, I’m dog-tired of sitting by the door all night, seems like I got it all the time!” Obid groaned. “You aren’t sitting,” Jack teased. “Shuddaup!” Obid snapped. “Ah bite me, kizer,” Jack chuckled. “That’s not what I am, you know…” Obid sighed. “I know, I know,” Jack nodded off. “But if we-“ Obid was cut off. “Would you both shut your damn mouths? You’re supposed to be working not scaring away customers…” Mers yelled across the room. “What customers?” Jack mused. “Ah, piss off ya’ useless filth…” Mers gumbled, putting his head down as a slow tune picked up. |
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| Chesha | Feb 7 2007, 10:01 PM Post #2 |
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(Theya re not yet split up. -shrugs- Miss Elizabeth, Kronos, and Beth that is. Let's pretend that they remain still in the same body for this roleplay, and have stumble dupon enough money to indulge themselves. Neyah?-shrugs and pats Beth ont eh head whom looks up confused adn then begins to wander off again- Idiot... Xx-grabs shepherd's crook and yanks her back by her waist- Stay.) "I'm not fitting into that!" "Of course you are." "No, I'm not." "WHy not?" "Why not? Why not! Because, that's why not! It's bad for you." "Is not... Besides, how do you think I keep our figure in such perfect shape?" "Shut up, Elizabeth." "Why ever should I do that?" Standing infront of the tall mirror beside the door of the hotel room, naked and arguing with one's self was not acceptable behaviour of the young woman who held the corset at arms length. "It makes me pretty." "Make you self concious." "Shut up, soilder. I am a queen, and you shall do as I say!" "Why ever should I do that? Kronos mocked on his trun to give attention to th argument. Elizabeth, upon her control, wrinkle dher nose and shook her head. -- Several hours later, as that was a little bit earlier in the day that the argument took place, the young woman spun on her toes, dancing flashing a fanged grin to the unhealthy burn victim she spun again, hoping her shoes would not ruin the show of her final decision on an outfit. How kindly fate had thrown a generous client at her, giving Kronos and Elizabeth enough money to squabble over. The bright red dress fell from her bust to just below her knees, arms bare, though wrists burdened by many bracelets fashioned out of cheap, colorful beaded necklaces loops several times or broken and fixed tight enough not to simply fall to the floor by accident. These matched the necklaces around her neck, beads of teh cheaper nature, as they had paid for both the corset and matching clothing along with this attire of dark Rayon stockings, garter, cloche of brightly colored, fuzzy crap that may have been one or two skeins of eyelash yarn of blue, and the makeup to pale her face and her knees as well as the dark eyeliner and red lipstick that in a sense matched the dress, though did not overpower the black markings. "Working on a budget with an overbearing accountant is difficult." Elizabeth simply told him, touching the cloche and patting it not to enjoy the poor example of faux fur (though it was plesant, she had to admit. Cheap, perhaps, but ater all, some of the nicest things in life were cheap. Like blood. No price at all to her. Somebody else paid, making it free to her.) but to check that ehr hair remained tucked in the cap. She would not cut it, Elizabeth refused. After all, Beth may wake up at any moment, bewildered and find ehr hair short and slicked dressed in such a fashion and become rather terrified of the thigns that controlled her life whens he blacked out, and normally did at least small shows of good will towards her with small gifts or plesant experiances to be remembered or had. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 7 2007, 10:40 PM Post #3 |
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Obid hovered there for a moment, the fog in his mask clearing up so he could stare at the woman again. Red, he could barely see the color but he knew what it was, he would drool if he could but those days were burnt away. His eyes, under the mask traveled to her legs as he bit at what was left of his lips greedily. Raising one hand he gestured to the open area just away from himself. “I’m sssure what you have will suffice, madam…” Obid wheezed a bit, shoving his other hand in his deep pocket. Jack peeked over the counter, seeing a red flash and a jittery Obid, lighting a cigarette he glanced over at Mers, who once again had put his head down, drink now empty. Sighing, he filled another and started across the room, setting it down next to him. “We’ve got a patron…” Jack whispered. “Yeah me too, bite me,” Mers growled back. “What ever, what ever…” Jack retorted, heading back to his post, the empty glace held in one of his twitching vines. |
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| Chesha | Feb 9 2007, 12:00 AM Post #4 |
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"Thank you very much." She nodded, reaching out briefly as she passed him to touch his shoulder, though drew back fearing she might indeed hurt him if she completed this action. "Mm..." She settled for a lukewarm smile, though quickly doused it, resetting herself on a proud note to deter not only Obid (Whom, though she'd never say so, feared) but Jack and Mers, the former delivering a drink to the latter whom seemed rather grumpy, be it only temporary or perpetual, it was amusing. Despite the time that had passed between a secluded death in her room on confinment for mudering young women, and her being cursed to this body with Kronos and Beth, she still believed herself a queen, and upon her learning the ways of this world and time as she once more grew into an adult had decided that she would not be used by anyone without taking something of equal value from said person. Or perhaps, in a light fingered exchanged, more. Considering that at the moment, the odd establishment was empty except these three (All of which, she noted with mild disust, were male) it became an immediate threat. Of course, maybe a fortunate hell at the same time. She'd have an excuse, if worst came to worst, to spill blood. And that chance would loom until more customers arrived. Don't even think about it, Elizabeth. Establish why we are here exactly and let Beth back. Kronos wasn't impressed still, though he too went on guard. He was almsot wishing that he'd have let Elizabeth wear the corset. At least that would have been a bit more concealing... And warm. Elizabeth would never admit a weakness as small as being a bit cold, he knew. Which gave him all the more desire to put Beth back as the main personality. Elizabeth's stubborn bitch self may just get them killed. A simple, sadistic grin confirmed her refusal to budge until satisfied with a drink or conversation. Afterall, such an impressive place as this hosted impressive people, right?It was much better than any of the simple bars after all that were always clogged with a crowd of people she had come to dislike greatly. "Marble, red carpet, and a finer bit of music, well worth a splurge of a generous gentleman's pocket change, hmm?" |
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| Deleted User | Feb 9 2007, 11:43 AM Post #5 |
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Jack's sensitive ears twitched lightly, settling back behind the bar before setting his mutated eye on the woman, the globe of discoloration and spite peering her over, he picked up a glass and set it on the table, one of his tentacles reaching over the bar and wiping off one of the plush barstools and making a beckoning gesture towards itself with the dark, earthly vine, he retracted it behind the bar and nodded, his offer was there now, profits, hizzah. Mers lifted his head up, something red and blurry. He took off his hat and patted the inside, bringing it back to its un-ruffled shape and set it on his head, he took another swig of his drink and prepared himself to move. Then came the bang. The small door in the left corner, just away from the bar swung open, Vale stumbling out, a grimace on his face. He was clad in dark grey and brown colors, simple and potent. He looked like a Quaker of sorts, no sort of bright colors or trinkets upon him. "What the heck was that?" Vale sputtered, holding his stomach, "You said it would calm me down, not make me spill my stomach, Jack! In fact I thin-" He then noticed the woman, he quickly straightened himself up and hurried over to the bar, silencing himself as he sat down low, glancing over every now and then as he spoke softly to the briared bartender. "Whose she?" Vale silently asked. "Don't know, Vale," Jack spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, much to Vale's dismay, "Maybe you should get her a drink!" He chuckled. "Would you quiet down!" Vale said in a harsh whisper, "Your going to get me-" He couldn't come up with a word. "What, laid or something?" Jack spoke normally now. "Ugh…" Vale slumped down, covering his face with his hands. |
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| Chesha | Feb 9 2007, 11:45 PM Post #6 |
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Cocking her head to one side she moved towards the bar, pausing as Vale made a less than graceful entrance to the scene. Elizabeth straightened her posture, catching Jack's final comment and Vale's groan. "What, laid or something?" Intresting enough, she'd bite. "Hmm? Were we perhaps talking about drinks and one night stands?" If so, we are not getting involved. Where's the fun in that? Seating herself on the barstool that Jack had just brushed off with the tentacle, glacing at the glass then at the bartender, then to Vale, and finally to Mers. "Sounds fun." (To be continued, or not... If you are fine with it, I cna drop it, but I'm being shooed by teh father unit. G'night. -explains why all ehr posts have been really, really bad-) |
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| Deleted User | Feb 10 2007, 12:23 AM Post #7 |
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“W- what!?” Vale shook his head, waving his hands, “No! No! We didn’t say that no!” “Oh come on lady killer, show her what you’re made of…” Jack chuckled again, peering around at the woman, “What’ll it be?” Mers caught the words and attempted to rise again before he was brought down by another loud noise. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” A sharp feminine voice echoed as a bewildered Obid scrambled out of the way, “Every time you do something fun you don’t let me come!” Mers looked up from his table, now standing in the door way was one Silver Hale Mers, leering at him. “I just got out of the damn twist and-“ Silver glanced around, “Swanky…” Mers pulled his hat down slightly. “Whose the hopper?” Silver made a gesture to the other woman, coming over and setting down on Mers’ table, nearing sitting on his head, “And why isn’t she over here?” |
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| Chesha | Feb 10 2007, 04:58 PM Post #8 |
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"Right then." Elizabeth agreed with Vale, turning to Jack now. "Nothing, love. At least not at the moment. Not until-" SHe was about to say not until someone other than Vale, Mers, Obid, or Jack occupied the bar, though was cut off by Silver's appearance. "Well then, if you intent to pay for my drink, I'll have anything you so desire." She had forgotten money over a small, rather useless penknife hidden among the beaded necklaces doubling as bracelets as a pendant, Kronos' requirement. "And as for not sitting over there, si tehre any particular reason why I must? I rather like keeping the virgin and the bartender company." Oh, god. Shut up! Shut up Elizabeth, before you get yourself killed or- Raped? Perhaps. "Right then. Should I?" She asked, glancing at Jack and Vale. They would not be the deciding factor of ehr moving. Kronos or Beth probablty would worm their way into power. Stupid sheep would follow every command. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 10 2007, 08:55 PM Post #9 |
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“I just figured little Mers would have already ensnared the little lady…” Silver shrugged, tapping Mers on the back, “Or must I do things for you now?” She mused, Mers grunting in reply. Vale turned away for a moment, Jack, taking the glass and looking it over before setting it amongst the few others filling it idly, a slimy tentacle wrapping around the base of her chair. “I uh, yes do wh- as you wish…” Vale stuttered again, nodding, “Don’t let us t- tell you.” A moment later Jack set a foamy glass in front of her of a loamy substance in front of her. “Come on down, hes a keen man,” Silver cooed, “I promise…” |
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| Chesha | Feb 10 2007, 09:55 PM Post #10 |
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Seeing Vale look away caused her to pay him a sharp fanged, challenging grin as she listened to Silver. Shrugging, she glanced at Jack, then down at the base of her chair, gently nudging the tentacle with her toe in curiosity. She looked to Jack again, head tilted to one side. "Keen, hmm?" Yes, Keen. Keep away from him, Kronos warned to ignorace. She'd have done the exact opposite at the moment had Jack entrapping the base of her chair with the tentacle. "Is there something wrong, dear?" She whispered, studying him. Did he know her intent should one of them challenge her theory of never being used without equal pay? Or was this a way to protect her. Either way, even if it was nothing, it excited her. Ignoring Mers and Silver for the moment she sipped the beverage set before her, pondering what it might be briefly. Elizabeth bit her lip after swallowing, though hid this action behind the glass before setting it down. Is there a problem? Yes, I told you so, Elizabeth. You sound like such a child, Kronos. As do you. Hmph. Shut up, freak. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 12 2007, 05:32 PM Post #11 |
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Jack said nothing for a moment, the slender ivy wrapping around them shaft of the bar stool, holding just under the cushion. “What is the matter with you?” Silver spoke sharply to Mers as she glanced down at him, brushing a bit of white hair from her face, “Scared?” Mers glared up at her quickly, “I’m just tired.” “Really Fathah dear,” She said mockingly, “You must learn to be against that.” “…I have.” “Just know what your getting into…” Jack murmured to the woman, his bulbous eye twitching a bit. |
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| Chesha | Feb 12 2007, 06:57 PM Post #12 |
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"How sweet." Elizabeth scoffed, seeing no real threat in the old man, though quite personally not feel all too safe with the way that Silver acted towards her. perhaps this would be the time to back down. But then agian, she felt that this feeling of dread that was tagged on to going anywhere near Mers and Silver was Kronos. The soilder who clung not to sword and muscle now, but to words to strike fear into Elizabeth and try to disable her pride and head on personality every now and again. So far the score was rather poorly kept, however it still stood to verify that Elizabeth was indeed stubborn. "I can care for myself, Love." Elizabeth assured, slipping off of th bar stool, moving to grab the drink however stopped short shooting anotehr glance to Silver and Mers. Furrowing her brow she glance at Jack agian, then Vale, biting her lip. Sighing heavily she snatched the glass, glancing at the ivy tendril as she bit a little too hard ont he inside of her lip. "I can care for myself." This time assureing herself in a small as she took a few nervous steps towards Mers' table that was shared by Silver. Steeling herslef she stopped short of the table after stopping for the second time, now not seeming too intent on her drink. "Just know what you're getting into." She was starting to hate Jakc for that. He had scared her effectivly. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 13 2007, 12:40 PM Post #13 |
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Jack, shrugging passed Vale a small glass of a non-alcoholic liquid and then muttered some obscene insult, Vale of which responding with some angered reply that in all truth wasn’t too potent. With a jagged turn Silver’s dressed, silver lips formed into the wicked grin her ‘father’ would wear from time to time, she turned and faced the woman, still sitting, her arched spine now facing Mers, who eyed it with much hidden emotion. “Hail young lady,” Silver cooed as she crossed one leg over the other, “I see you’ve come to congregate with the wretched pits of curiosity, what can we do for you, darling?” |
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