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| Topic Started: Jun 28 2009, 01:00:37 PM (588 Views) | |
| Endy | Jun 28 2009, 01:00:37 PM Post #1 |
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Endy was off-duty, and for the first time in a great while felt confident enough to go out into Exire. On the side of his collar was the Arachnos pin, declaring his so-called allegiance to them. Frankly, being able to get out of where he was, away from people who never gave his mindset a moment's thought, had made him question if this was the only right choice for him. Certainly, he wanted to deal with Arachnos' enemies, but that was...given, after a fashion. He'd come here lost, and was still. But he'd been attacked, and he would make his attackers pay eventually. But there would come a time for that. Tonight was time to relax, a time to let his hair down. He didn't get drunk very often, but was more often a happy drunk. He really was hoping for that now. He wasn't in a bad mood, not especially. But he did need a drink. And maybe someone to talk to. Yeah, that wouldn't be bad at all. |
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| Raisa | Jul 6 2009, 10:29:18 PM Post #2 |
*is also Judith*
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Raisa skipped down the road, humming to herself. It had been a while since she'd gone to a bar and a had a few drinks. Though booze was not her favorite beverage, it was tasty enough to have a glass every now and then. She had been disappointed to learn that Projectile usually exploded when intoxicated; Pokémon often made good drinking buddies, especially when they were drunk enough to set the bartender's hair on fire. That was small amusement, though. If Projectile exploded in the middle of a bar, they'd be kicked out tout de suite. Besides, exploding bars would attract police and Black Rose members, which wasn't at all good. She was skipping along, heading toward The Shining Boot1, when she spotted someone very familiar going in the same direction. Raisa stopped skipping and began to walk as quietly as she could, squinting at the profile of whoever-it-was. If she wasn't mistaken, she'd seen that fellow very recently, and he had helped her as well. ...There had only been one male on that mission. So it was Endy. Right, the one that had wanted to poison them all. How pleasant. For a moment, Raisa considered going to a different bar—the lad wasn't unpleasant to be around, per se. It just got rather boring when you were there and he just wouldn't speak for an hour. That was Alani's problem as well—too much silence. There were people who were great at reading silences and were even happier during them. Even though Raisa could read silences to a small extent, she wasn't at all fond of them. In any case, The Shining Boot was the only bar she knew of, and she wasn't going to turn back because of some stupid grunt. She'd just have to make the best of the situation. With this in mind, Raisa skipped over to Endy and patted him on the head in greeting. "Hiya, Endy! Nice to see you again, eh? You goin' off for a drink or two? I think The Shining Boot is the only bar in the city... Such a shame, a city having only one bar. If more people were drunk, more of 'em would be happy, right? Right! "Anyways, you did a nice job during the mission back there. How about I buy you a drink?" She slowed her stride so she could walk beside him, smiling. Although, she'd been smiling the whole time, so it didn't mean much. However, a certain mischief was rooted in her eyes as she began to plan. Yes, this would be an interesting night. 1The Shining Boot is a well-loved bar within Exire. It is run by an old man named Yaldman. Edited by Raisa, Jul 6 2009, 10:35:20 PM.
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| Devlin | Jul 7 2009, 03:47:31 AM Post #3 |
Fuck Yeah
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"Oh the world is a dangerous place to bee~" "Oh the world just don't seem that safe to mee~" Outside the shining boot, a man sat on the pavement with his guitar playing it rather briskly to lyrics he was making up on the spot. The musican was spanish, with long dark hair, and although his clothing looked as though it could stand a wash the sounds that he was able to produce were undoubtably pleasing to the ear. A few people walking by, in and out of the bar, and just generally going past him would drop a few cents into his guitar case that was open right next to him for that very purpose. "Oh with the drugs, the booze, them shootin's," "I really can't see two ways" He lifted his head after the last lyrics to get ready to finish off the song, and to move his eyes downward to his suitcase to check how much he had managed to make. There were a few dollar bills in there! The man, named Fransico, instantly felt his heart lift up as he finished the song he was making up on the spot with a more upbeat tone. After all, this world may have been dangerous, but at least for tonight it was seeming pretty generous. "Oh this world is just to dangerous for meeeee~!" He slid his back against the brick wall of the bar to stand up as a few people who were standing around to listen to him clapped and threw in the last bit of money he would be making this preformance. Of course, he planned to maybe play a few more songs tonight, after all he needed a bit more money, and lucky for him more people where on their way to the bar by the second. He looked around at all the people walking past before speaking. His accent was a heavy spanish one, but he was still pretty easy to understand. "I take request! Anyone wanna hear their favorite song just give me a name!" Most people ignored him, but he was used to it being a bum and a street preformer. Rejection wasn't something that hurt him in the slightest. Still, there was always someone who was looking for fun that went for request, it was always just a matter of time. He just hoped it wouldn't be another one of those assholes that asked for a guitar version of 'Ol' McDonald', some screamo band's number one hit, or a rap song about how nice the white woman are. That seemed to happen a lot too, and although it didn't really bother him it got annoying. |
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| Willow S. Gallows | Jul 7 2009, 11:24:25 PM Post #4 |
IT'S A TRAP!
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 A prim, proper-looking young woman, who did not look at all like the sort to be bar-going, shuffled demurely down the street. Jill and Cindy were fun to be, but they took a lot of mental effort to restrain when they were in their element; they'd been in their element a lot in these past few days. Not now. Not now. Willow could still remember high Cindy felt when Jill had stepped into that... "warehouse" was the incorrect word. Caroline's shoulders trembled slightly as she approached the door to The Shining Boot. I need to ki--calm down. I need to calm down. I need a drink. Several. It was just then that Caroline noticed the man by the door. She shakily reached into her coin purse and pulled out a quarter, before dropping it in the guitar case. "S-something... soothing, if you can." Her perfectly-manicured nails dug into the wooden door-frame as she tried to get herself back together. Calm, calm, calm, calm... Don't let Cindy come out this time.... It's your darn fucking day off and you're not going to effing blow it on shit like this. ... Calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm... Edited by Willow S. Gallows, Jul 7 2009, 11:25:08 PM.
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| Cody Towner | Jul 8 2009, 10:55:43 AM Post #5 |
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You could have been All I wanted But you weren't honest Now get in the ground... There used to be a door on The Shining Boot. It existed up until about two seconds ago. That door didn't exist anymore. That door went fucking BOOM. The door also landed a couple feet into the street in splinters. On top of it was a man with a busted up forehead and a bloody nose. He looked rather worse for wear. An entity ran out of the door, and was quickly on top of the man on the door. The entity became clear once it was on top of the man. It was a muscular looking guy, in a weird black robething. He had his foot on the beaten man's throat, pushing down. The assailant, Cody, bent down, further crushing his victim's windpipe. "I said that was my seat." Cody then removed his foot from the man's throat, and kicked him in the side of the head, knocking the man unconscious. You choked off The surest of favors But if you really loved me You would have endured my world... Cody dusted off his hands and checked the man's pockets. He pulled out a wallet and took the cash out, placing the wallet back. As the bartender came out to check what had happened, Cody handed the wad of cash to the bartender. "That's for the door, and my drinks I'm going to order tonight. There's enough there. Don't count it or question it. Unless you think you're brave enough to test me." The bartender went back inside, shaking, not even looking at the money in his hand. Poor little fucker just about peed himself. Cody then looked around and saw the small group gathering around the bum playing guitar. He smiled at the group. "Hey." But if you're just As I presumed A whore in sheep's clothing Fucking up all I do... Cody checked the characters out in front of him. Just looked like a bunch of average joes/janes to him. He walked over closer to the group playing guitar, and Cody looked down at the guitar player's pitiful amount of change. Cody dropped a ten dollar bill out of his pocket (must be he didn't give that bartender the whole amount). "Got any Bob Marley? Name's Cody. I- oh one moment." Then Cody walked to the And if so here we stop and never again WILL YOU SEE THIS IN YOUR LIFE! |
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| Pig_catapult | Jul 8 2009, 12:13:51 PM Post #6 |
Delicious cake!
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((OOC: Cody, put your epeen away. No-one wants to see that. Also: We've got 4 people in the thread already, and Willow was standing IN FRONT OF THE DOOR. Also also: you can't puppet Yaldman, the bartender. He might be an old man, but he's got a shiny metal boot on a stick, and he'll kick your ass before you can kick someone out the door. Also also also: Here's what really happened.)) Well, after Cody started causing a ruckus, Yaldman -- the grizzled old bartender whose word was law on these premises -- got involved right away. "Hey, now, Ike!" he hollered, brandishing his walking stick. The bar's eponymous Shining Boot -- cast in iron and plated in slightly-chipped-over-the-decades gold -- sat upturned on the end of the staff, in all of its shining, boot-like glory. "You'd better calm down, Ike, or I'm gonna have ter give ya a shiny metal boot ter the face, what. Ya hear?" Of course, presuming that Yaldman went ignored, and the poor fellow DID get thrown through the door, Cody was in a whole 'nother WORLD of trouble. You see, as of post #4 in this thread, Caroline was standing right in front of that door. Assuming that some sod came crashing through it, said sod (AND the door) would come crashing into her. Sadly, that sort of thing is all Cindy would need to break through. "Heeheehee. Teehee~! Night-night, Caroline. I hope you had funnn~." Cindy pushed the dazed man and the door off of her with surprising strength for such a small woman, and stood to look at his attacker. She giggled. Meanwhile, Yaldman had managed to vault over the bar and was approaching "Heehee~ You shouu~uuldn't have done~ tha~~~t," Cindy sang more than said, with an almost schoolgirlish, sing-song glee as she reached into her purse and pulled out her Zicco® lighter. "Tell me your name, sweetums." Hopefully, a more level-headed Harbinger than she (*coughRaisacough*) might be able to calm her down, or at least remind her of the setting. ((OOC: Yes, I made a total rip-off lighter name squoosh of "Zippo" and "Bic". So sue me. ;P)) |
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| Raisa | Jul 8 2009, 03:46:49 PM Post #7 |
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*is also Judith*
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Raisa stopped in her tracks as she watched the door of The Shining Boot cave outward, effectively crushing a woman standing outside. It seemed that some asshat had decided to cause some trouble in the bar, and this was the climax of their fight. Despite being a member of one of the most malevolent organizations in the world, Raisa was worried about the woman that had been crushed by the door and the poor sod that had come with it. Besides, that woman had looked familiar... “Endy, stay here. I'm gonna go see if I can help.” She skipped forward, making sure to hurry in case the culprit decided to try and finish the poor sod of while he was still on top of the door. The woman underneath would probably die of... of... Oh. It was Caroline. Harbinger Caroline. That would explain why she was so quick to shove the door away and face the ruffian with a lighter. ...Although, if she recalled correctly, Caroline didn't usually set people on fire. How odd. There was no time for pondering things like that, though. If Caroline managed to cause even more trouble, it could possibly expose Arachnos and her position therein. With this in mind, she sprinted over to the bar and went around Caroline, shoving the ruffian that had caused the fight aside. She looked Caroline directly in the eye, holding her arms wide in greeting. “Caroline,” she cried in apparent delight, “how wonderful to see you!” Raisa reached out and grabbed Carloline's hands, bringing them in front of her. “I haven't seen you in such a long time. In public places. Where everyone is watching.” She grinned and let go of Caroline's hands before giving the Harbinger a great, big hug. “We have got to meet up like this more often,” she said, sighing. And then, in a whisper: “I'll buy you the first round of drinks, okay?” |
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| Willow S. Gallows | Jul 8 2009, 04:37:09 PM Post #8 |
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IT'S A TRAP!
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"I... um... eh?" Cindy was caught completely off-guard by Raisa's sudden appearance. Well, to Cindy, it was sudden, but that was totally Caroline's fault for being an inattentive little bitch. Speaking of Caroline... Oh crap I still look like her. How does she act? Erm, um, CAROLINE, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE. Caroline looked a bit confused by Cindy's sudden retreat, but went with it. "Oh! Um, why hello! I wasn't expecting to see you here, Raisa." She gave a nervous little smile, and fumbled the lighter a bit as she hastily flipped the cap shut and shoved it back into her purse. It was a little awkward to do when she was in the middle of being hugged. Willow hoped Raisa didn't notice that Caroline's breasts were just cloth padding. "Is it... is it your day off, as well?" Cindy, I really, strongly dislike you. I hate you, too, doll. ♥ |
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| Raisa | Jul 8 2009, 05:14:41 PM Post #9 |
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"Is it... is it your day off, as well?" Raisa pulled out of the hug, feeling better now that the lighter was safe in Caroline's purse. "Indeed it is. It seems a lot of people were given a day off; I met one of our very dear co-workers on the way here." She waved to Endy, signaling him to come over. She hoped he'd still be up for a drink, despite the small scuffle. Behind her, one of Yaldman's "bouncers" tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around to face him. The man remained silent, but nodded over at the upturned "Ya think yer friend Ike over there will be pullin' out her lighter again?" Raisa shook her head. "No, she won't, sir. It was a moment of defense, you see, and now that she doesn't need to defend herself anymore, the lighter will stay in her purse." Yaldman nodded and shouldered The Boot before walking back to the bar. One of his Swablu, Ike, was dusting the area around the door, and even paused to dust Raisa and Caroline. Raisa sneezed. "'scuse me. Anyways, let's have a drink, shall we? As I said, the first round is on me, so... yeah." She peeped her head out the door and looked around for Endy, but spotted the bum sitting before the bar. She wasn't at all sure how he'd felt about the recent developments, though she could guess that he might be somewhat shaken. "Hey, you, guitar fellow. Wanna drink? I'm payin' for the rest of my friends; I may as well pay for you, too, you know?" She walked over to him and held out her hand, in case he needed a bit of a boost when getting up. |
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| Endy | Jul 8 2009, 08:36:17 PM Post #10 |
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I'm just going to reply starting from Raisa forward. Endy looked up at the new arrival as he contemplated his first round. Seeing Raisa was something he hadn't expected, but it wasn't going to be a bad night. She was a nice person, and her presence wouldn't be a bad thing at all. But when she opened her mouth he realized why having her around wouldn't always be the best thing in the world.
"Perhaps that, like many things, will change in the near future. And thank you, yes. I was about to make the same offer to you, actually." Talking wasn't his forté anymore, several years of being ridiculed and ignored followed by more of being able to get by without it, had allowed him to simply not talk. But for Raisa, who was the first in Arachnos to actually express appreciation for his presence - personal appreciation - he would try. Obviously, they were in public, in Black Rose territory, so speaking in code was necessary. He couldn't figure out what tone of voice to use, so he went with what was easiest, a flat monotone that indicated nothing whatsoever emotionally. The man outside with the guitar was a curiosity - though Endy didn't listen to much in the way of new music - and that which he did listen to wasn't very popular. The ruckus with Cody and Caroline went down very fast, and before he could properly react he was being told to stay where he was. Nevertheless, he pulled out the pokeball containing his Bulbasaur, not releasing the monster yet, but making sure that he could at a moment's notice. But it was over as soon as it was started, and he put the monster away, walking over to them. For a moment, the corner of his mouth lifted in Raisa's direction. To most, it would look like a smirk, but it was the best he could manage right now. In a way, he wished he'd been closer - he'd have had Bulbasaur coat the attacker in poison powder, simply to deal with the attacker. |
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| Devlin | Jul 8 2009, 10:04:34 PM Post #11 |
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Francis ignored any ruckus in the bar and instead continued to play music, playing a few notes of a song that happened to be just what he was requested to play. In fact, one might say it seemed a little weird to be playing a song like that when all that jazz was going down. Thankfully, by the time he was done with the song, all the trouble was over as well. Best of all, he made a few extra dollars! Wait, something even better than that, he was being offered a drink! “Gracias senorita! How did you know I could never say no to a free drink?” He took her hand and stood up getting all his things together, first taking the money from his case, before placing his beloved guitar inside of it. He strapped the case behind him before he started to introduce himself; after all he figured it would be a good idea now if she was going to be giving him a drink. The least he could do when he was being given such generosity. “The name is Francisco Bolivar by the way; to what do I owe such generosity?” He smiled, letting a bit of his unkempt hair fall into his face. He was by no way charming but it wasn’t hard to see that he was trying, though it was more just his personality then any attempt to flirt at all. This was just because he was a performer, and naturally he needed to try to be somewhat charming to make money. If he didn’t try at all, no one would even want to be around him, and that was bad for the business he was in. He moved quickly greeting everyone else as well, before moving into the bar with everyone else too. |
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| Cody Towner | Jul 8 2009, 10:10:42 PM Post #12 |
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Cody was holding his chest and finding it hard to breathe. That bitch had just hit him right in the Solar Plexus. He was coughing, slowly recovering from that pain. But he got what he wanted to know. That was a surgical strike, with that fist of hers. That was a trained strike. Let alone the fact that a woman had just shoved two men and a bar door off of her after being crushed by them. These were trained people. But Cody continued his act of the dumb brute. He wasn't going to let on who he really was yet. He looked at the small gathering around him. Everyone but the guitar player seemed to know one another. So most of these guys were together. Either he had found a karate club, or a certain famous crime syndicate. Cody got to his feet, and pushed the impromptu bouncers away when they turned to him. "Back off. I'll cut your throat in your sleep. I won't be in jail forever, you know." Cody stepped forward towards the girl who hit him. "Damn... nice shot. Sorry about the ruckus. That guy... eh... he pissed me off. He thought throwing my jacket to the ground and taking my chair was okay simply because I went to the restroom. And flashing that little toy of his at me?" Cody grinned as he pulled the switchblade out of his pocket. "That wasn't nice. I wasn't going to take that lying down." Cody continued toying with the blade, studying it intently for a couple seconds. He then snapped to, realizing he was talking to someone. "Yaldman apparently thought that once a man is on the floor, bleeding and defenseless, that it's time to stop. I disagreed. Apparently, I was wrong." Cody giggled slightly at this. Cody then turned his head towards the girl they had landed on. "And I'm especially sorry to you. I had no idea anyone was standing by the door. I just kind of saw red... You know what that's like?" Cody did actually feel sorry for her, though he knew there was something shady about her. But he did land on her and that he was sorry for. "I may also be slightly intoxicated as well. No excuse, I know, but it's there on the table." Cody wasn't drunk, but he had ONE beer to disguise his breath as such, and was good at pretending to be off focus to at least appear slightly inebriated, thought not completely smashed. Ninja Cody. Crazy paranoid Cody. Awesome Cody. Edited by Cody Towner, Jul 8 2009, 11:00:30 PM.
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| Willow S. Gallows | Jul 9 2009, 02:12:36 PM Post #13 |
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Caroline shied away from the Swablu when it tried to dust her. Out of all of Willow's personae, she was probably the wimpiest. She stuttered, and one might even wonder why she had Harbinger rank in the first place, since the most challenging "mission" she ever led involved trying to salvage one of her (many) cooking disasters. Aside from being banned from the kitchen forevermore, though, few complaints tended to be issued about her; after all, someone had to supervise such mundane tasks as grocery shopping, and it's not like pissing off the person who fixes your clothes is ever a good idea. That alone, however, didn't really help much to alleviate the fact that she seemed terribly out of place amongst her coworkers. Not that she cared. "And I'm especially sorry to you. I had no idea anyone was standing by the door. I just kind of saw red... You know what that's like?" If this was an anime, right now would be one of those points where there'd be a pulse of zoom blur overlaid onto the animation, accompanied by an over-loud heartbeat and a bit of reverb. Sadly, this is not an anime, so that didn't happen, but there was a beat before Caroline was able to articulate an answer. "Y-yes." She paused. "A-acu- qu-quite acutely! It's, um, i-it's quite alright." "I may also be slightly intoxicated as well. No excuse, I know, but it's there on the table." "Of-of course. I, um, uh, p-please excuse me." Caroline scurried off to find a table. Drunk? Hah! Yeah, right. Drunk men aren't that articulate. Nice try, though, kid. Caroline found an empty table quickly enough, under a large No-Fire-Pokémon sign. It wasn't surprising that it'd have a sign like that; the whole building seemed to be made of wood. The chairs, tables and stools were also all made of wood, the kind that was dull, warped, and worn smooth with age. They were probably antiques, as old as the bar itself. The paint had almost all chipped away long ago, with only what little white pigment that had managed to seep into the cracks and pores of the wood remaining. The chair creaked as Caroline sat down on it, but they probably all did that. She looked around while she waited for the others to join her, and noted that the place was surprisingly well-lit. It stood in dark contrast to the five dark, shadowy corners in the-- Wait. The room was rectangular. He wasn't even drunk yet. Why did the room have five corners? Willow was about to take a moment to ponder the bar's non-euclidean geometry, but then the lone, brooding figure in one of the corners stood up, paid his tab, and left. Suddenly, there were only four corners in the room again, just as there should be. There was also a lone, brooding figure in each of them. ...I'm not nearly drunk enough to contemplate this right now. ((This is a throwback from Yaldman's days as an epic-level D&D Bartender/Wizard hybrid. The shape of the room never changes, but there's always exactly as many shadowy corners as there are lone, brooding figures present at any given time. Yes, this means that, sometimes, the room has no corners at all, despite still somehow being rectangular in nature. :P)) ((EDIT: Also, @Cody: I'm saying this because I don't want stuff to suck for you: You might want to have your guy stop being macho long enough to high-tail it, in true Arachnos fashion, before the police arrive to arrest him. It'll probably help you gain "smart" points with the Harbingers, which was your goal, right? ~_^ After the police have left, it probably would be okay if you came back and apologised to Yaldman, and maybe paid for the door like you were going to. That way you wouldn't be totally kicked out of the thread. >_> )) Edited by Pig_catapult, Jul 10 2009, 02:57:44 PM.
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| Endy | Jul 10 2009, 11:05:09 AM Post #14 |
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Endy walked up, moving closer to Raisa, his hand holding the pokeball, obviously ready (and willing) to take violent action in defense of the one person in all the world who'd actually encouraged him. Sure, as a member of Arachnos, a fully-human one at that, it meant he was beyond the pale. He'd survived the catastrophic crash into Althea at the hands of the Black Rose "organization". The knife came out and if there hadn't been two Harbingers near Cody, he'd have gone in hot, Bulbasaur out. As it was, he simply waited, patiently. If the other man proved a threat to...Arachnos, through its Harbingers, he would have to take action - very likely, lethal action. Not that he minded that in the slightest, frankly. He pulled out his notebook out and started a quick scribble, before flipping back, then pulling out a second one instead, leaving the page open. His mouth was a hard, thin, and expressly silent line, his eyes leveled on Cody. One wrong move was all that stood between him and a very violent Arachnos agent. Endy as yet hadn't shown his savagery, because Althea'd never required that behavior on his part. When it did, he wondered how long someone like this could stand up. |
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| Cody Towner | Jul 12 2009, 02:17:39 PM Post #15 |
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Cody looked around at the crowd in front of him, feeling satisfied, when suddenly he heard police sirens in the distance. He quickly took off running, grabbing a light pole to help him turn quickly into an alley about a block down the road. Cody then hopped into a dumpster and laid in the bottom of it. The police thankfully hadn't spotted him. But he stayed quiet and closed the dumpster lid to keep hidden. Unfortunately, the police were still going over to the bar to question the folks about what happened. Cody thought fast. He dug through the dumpster and found an old garbage bag of tossed out clothes. Cody hid his things in this bag and pulled out some old ripped up rags. He threw them on and sat in the corner of the alley with the garbage bag, pretending to be a homeless man. A rag on his head was angled just right to cover the scar on his cheek. He wasn't going to be recognized, or caught. |Sorry for shortness| |
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