Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 10, 2014 19:50:48 GMT -5
The waiter brought their order just when the fellow left. Marcus grabbed the napkins quickly and began cleaning off his blade handle. Some blood stains would still remain but not too much to spot unless someone paid close attention. The atmosphere became rather awkward as people began whispering and speaking about what just happened. Some where saying it was an act of terrorism, others were saying it was gang violence. None knew the truth but the truth was not needed. All they needed to know was that they should start carrying a gun with them where ever they go at night, like some didn't do that already.
Marcus took the chance to look around the room. Nothing out of the ordinary, Marcus wings being the ordinary line, except for maybe one thing. A female with a black cloak. She had a hunch to her which implied to Marcus that she had wings as well, during his years of meeting other daemons he got use to spot one with wings. But even that would not keep Marcus starring for long. What took him by the eyes was her eyes. Dark red, almost representing the color of blood. The eyes that would stare into your soul not just your figure. The eyes that would plant on yours and let you know that they are watching you and they would kill you if you even moved. Marcus hated those eyes. Not because of who they belonged to, but of the memory that came with them. Marcus stopped staring when the female moved to talk to the mummy man in the back, and his attention turned to Bethany as she began gulping down drinks.
He followed her lead and placed two cups in his hand. He began drinking, slowly taking in large amount of the liquor known as whiskey before swallowing then taking in another large amount. Looking at the amount of drinks he had he gave a deep breather before moving onto his next cup. This time he took two cups and drunk both at the same time, not wasting anytime to do the same to the next. His goal was to drink till he couldn't remember but now he was thinking that it might turn into a drinking contest with his drinking companion. "So is this the first time you ever ran into the supernatural?"He would say before taking another cup and drinking it down.
He would not become drunk that easily, and no his daemon genetics did not make him impervious to alcohol. In his years of living his fucked up life he grew use to the taste of liquor, though he did not become addicted. If Bethany was going to challenge him to a drinking contest then she would have to be excellent with holding her whiskey.
Last Edit: Aug 10, 2014 22:38:15 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 10, 2014 21:26:45 GMT -5
Bethany watched him curiously, not sure really how much someone like him could drink. Seemed like he would be handling his alcohol better than her. Still, she took three more, one right after the other. She noticed a few people walking in, but didn't care much to really take a look around at this time.
"So is this the first time you ever ran into the supernatural?" all she replied was "Yes" at first, and took another glass in her hand. She looked into the glass for a moment. She had almost forgotten how each one tastes better the more alcohol you have in your system. "I might have seen another back in Arizona, but I didn't stick around to find out to be honest. I kinda bashed his head in with a baseball bat." she said it casually, like it was really no big deal. After that, she took the shot in her hand, and the glass was empty the next second. Now they were even on drinks taken.
She started to watch him again keeping quiet. Finally after what might have seemed like an eternity, she began to question him with only little pauses in between. "How many of you are there? Did you know all those things were going to come? Why did you save me? Is Ghost your real name? I still think it's weird by the way... and why aren't you drunk yet?"
The alcohol might have been starting to kick in, but she still wanted her damn answers.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 10, 2014 23:30:01 GMT -5
The glass was pulled away from Rennia's lips and gently set upon the table. She grabbed it idly between both hands and looked across to her counterpart on the far side. The edges of her lips pulled up into a smirk as the first of his words danced across the table to her ears. Her left hand came up off the glass and her index finger gently set down upon the rim and started circling it slowly as her head tilted to the left and her eyes trailed off to the side. She gave the appearance as if she were putting serious thought into his words before answering.
Rennia crossed her legs and continued her sideways gazing off into the distance as the man spoke again. Her raised foot rocked up and down in a slow motion as he did, waiting for him to finish. When he stopped speaking Rennia pressed her lips together momentarily before replying. "Maybe I keep hoping that you'll treat me some time. That is the romantic thing to do isn't it? A nice dinner and a movie. We spend the evening talking about each other and then you drive me home and give me a good night kiss? That's what I remember in the movies anyway." Rennia's voice was kept low but sweet, as a young girl might talk to a friend or potential interest. It was terminated with a soft chuckle and a shake of her head.
"A coincidence I gather. You know, I didn't expect you to take me so literally when I said that you would attract less attention in a bar. But uh, where's the campfire?" Those lips once more pulled into a wicked smirk as she gazed at the other figure, ribbing the reaper for his previous words to her.
"For a den of sins it is rather unwelcoming you're right. Leering eyes, nosy people and others that just want to bite your head off." She paused after saying that to glance briefly over towards the other pair. Her gaze then wandered back to Richard and she tipped her head in a nod. "My job keeps me busy, of course. When it doesn't other things seem to demand my attention. Associates coming under attack, people interfering with business.. Traveling. At least I get time every once in a while to just.. drive around. It's relaxing some times. What about you? Hope you've taken the opportunity to at least visit some place you've always wanted to. And I hope everything I got you has been working out. If you need anything else I can try to get it for you.." She stopped to gaze up at one of the televisions. "Imagine that'll become quite difficult soon."
Post by Richard G. Hale on Aug 11, 2014 12:24:21 GMT -5
The process of extracting the marrow from a bone was, despite the various conditions a bone might be found in, quite simple. It was a little more complicated with something as small as a chicken wing, but the same rules still applied. The first step, obviously, was to get a bone. Once you had that, it was merely a matter of the given Reaper's teeth being used to crack open the shell to be granted access to the vital source of food resting within. Smaller things, such as a chicken or bird bone, were more easily sucked dry rather than cracked open lengthwise, which is typically what would have been done. A silly thing to remember at a time like this, but Richard found the thought that his parent's guidance was still with him comforting. More so in trying times, like now. The Reaper would thoughtfully pick up another pre-cleaned wing bone from his plate, and then quietly drained it of it's intended purpose while he listened.
"Coincidence, huh?" Richard would mutter after taking another sip of the scotch in his little glass. He would thoughtfully swirl the amber-tinted fluid around a little before taking another sip, and saying "Gear has been working wonders for me, just wish ammo prices haven't been going up so much in the US. Not that it particularly matters, won't be staying here for too much longer. 'Sides, if anyone should be doing anyone any favors it should be me. You've done a lot for me, so if there's anything I can do to make it up... Well, I'm sure you get the picture."
Post by Varik Cendrillion on Aug 11, 2014 18:54:39 GMT -5
Varik darted through the bustling streets of New York on his R6. The vibrations of the engine sending tingles through his wings every time he'd hit the throttle. He'd only just arrived in the city and so far it didn't seem to live up to hype that everyone talked about. Most of the people were rude and couldn't drive for either. He didn't think he'd be staying long; however as he gunned it to pass a Semi there was a loud bang about 6 blocks to the west."That's strange, I didn't think there would be a explosion that size this close to downtown". So Varik swerved his bike between two cars and onto the off ramp, to attempt to see what happened.
As he pulled up to scene it was swarming with cops. It's not that he didn't like cops they just over complicated an task. He pulled off into a back alley and parked his bike. The cops didn't seem to pay him much attention as he strolled past, but he got closer to the ruined building a young deputy attempted stop him. " Sir this is a crime scene you can't be here". Varik simple stared the young deputy down; his striking grey eyes conveyed that he would not be stopped and the deputy moved aside trembling. Varik analyzed the scene and realized that this was a complete masacre, but it didn't seem like all of the targets were picked off by one group. It appeared as if there were different killers that just happened to be in the same area.? Navigating through the remnants of what was once a building he found where the explosion had occured. Crouching down and he surveyed to blast radius." The explosive itself couldn't of been that large, and it looks like it was a projectile judging by how the shock wave hit the foundation" he whispered to himself. Who ever did this knew what they were doing and that unsettled Varik slightly. What ever happened here was obviously over though.
Varik strolled back towards the alley where he left his bike. After a long day of riding he needed something to eat. As walking by a light post he saw a sign for a new bar down the street." Might as well see what they have" he debated with himself. He approached his bike and got on. He turned the key in the ignition and hiting the throttle roaring the engine to life.
Varik whizzed down the street towards the bar and parked right out of the front entrance. The place didn't seem to be anything to special, but being new it seemed like it was a popular spot for the locals. He walked through the front door and was greeted by the smell of smoke and booze. He was half tempted to turn away, but his stomach had gotten the better of him. As he approached the bar he noticed a drunkard hovering over a table where there was what he guessed was a couple. As he continued looking on he realized that the man had wings and they both seemed to be a bit ruff around the edges. "Strange" he said under his breathe
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 11, 2014 22:23:50 GMT -5
"Yes, I might have seen another back in Arizona, but I didn't stick around to find out to be honest. I kinda bashed his head in with a baseball bat." She said to him finally catching up to his cups of toxic liquid. He gave a chuckle to her words finding the picture of her angrily swinging a baseball bat funny. To tease the fact that she was trying to match his drinking skills he took his two last cups and moved them down his throat before ordering more, along with a burger and some fries.
Soon came the questions, firing like an automatic one after the other. "How many of you are there? Did you know all those things were going to come? Why did you save me? Is Ghost your real name? I still think it's weird by the way... and why aren't you drunk yet?"
When his drinks came he passed her one, if she did not order her own, before drinking another cup. "Now do you mean supernatural or Daemon? Yeah I am a Daemon." He took a nice long pause, thinking of his words carefully. He wanted to have a little more fun with this human, seeing as he was enjoying her company. "I don't know how many of me there are out there. Millions, hundreds? We exist the same as you do.... Though I remember there was a time when I could spot a Daemon from around the corner. Either they were taking what they wanted or killing who they wanted, living up to the title that humans gave them."
The thoughts of the past came flooding into his brain. His recollection of everything that happened centered his mind, every lesson, every daemon, every rumor he ever heard. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or if it was his own depression needing to confide in someone, but he began telling this woman everything. "I remember not too long ago I would hear about Daemons everywhere. they would find themselves carving up and chewing on humans like they were a delicacy. Though they aren't the only supernaturals that did that. There were loads. But I remember hearing Daemon families feasting on women, men, children! Fathers ripping open any piece of meat that came towards their direction, humans being the favorite." "I tried eating human once, found it horrible and not cooked well enough." His hands went to his next drink gulping it down trying to forget the taste of that one baby girl he had eaten. He did find human meat appalling to his taste buds. Not being a vampire or werecreature who could blame him? Except for the wings, magic, and see in the dark eyes he was just like everyone else. A human.
"I always remembered telling myself that.... That one day I would kill them all. Kill every single Daemon that thought themselves the better, the stronger. Kill every single daemon that thought they could do what they wish in this world and not go about repercussions. That was the type of ma- Daemon," that last word slid out of him like the hiss of a viper. He watched real close to see Bethany's reaction to the word. Was she scared? Did she find it weird, everything he told her. Was she happy knowing that there were creatures in this world that could kill her if she wished and she had no say in the matter. No chance to fight back or kill what could snap her neck with just the flick of a wrist. "I was.... Though the rumors stopped popping up. The death tolls stopped growing. And the daemon community vanished from some of our eyes. We don't know how many of us are left, if there are anymore."
"Those things were called vampyres. You best get use to their name if you wish to survive in this world. Apparently they're everywhere." He said remembering her next question. "And no I did not know that what happened would happen. I was sent to exterminate little, maybe three or two for terrorizing the motel customers. But judging by their reaction I can tell you they had no idea that I was coming either. Maybe the motel owner lied to me and tried to kill me, maybe the motel owner and its customers were eaten by the group back there. All I know is I don't give a fuck anymore. I am just happy I lived through this shit again."
His tone wasn't hush nor loud. It was natural and calm as though he did not care if he was found to be a suspect for the 'tragic' event. Thus the power of the alcohol began kicking in. Although he still showed no signs of being intoxicated. No slurred voice or trouble breathing. No blurred eyes or sign of sleepiness. He would appear as regular as he was before he took the drink. "And as for why I saved you. Its because I wanted to fuck yo- I mean it was natural instinct I didn't even mean for it to happen." He said avoiding her gaze and instead digging into the meal the now waitress gave him. He could see the role in the female employees eyes as he walked away and gave a 'bitch I will cut you' look to her back. Taking a large sigh he finished his answering spree before stuffing himself with food. "Who said I wasn't drunk? I am getting there slowly." He wondered is she was happy with the answers he gave her. They weren't insulting answers, though he tried not to insult her. They were just answers that truthfully flowed out of his mouth. Though he would refuse to answer the 'is Ghost your real name' question finding that one not needed. It didn't matter what his name was to him., as long as she had something to call him. Plus the Drago name was not a good one to go by.
Last Edit: Aug 11, 2014 22:49:31 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 11, 2014 23:47:25 GMT -5
She took the drink he offered her, and also ordered more. She probably should have ordered food since she was consuming so much alcohol at once, but she really couldn't think about food at this time.
So, he was a Daemon. And there were plenty more besides him, along with other kinds as well. It was kind of interesting to think that she had seen them her whole life, without realizing it.
Beth listened to his stories without interruption. The thought of him eating human flesh was pretty unsettling. She wouldn't show it though. He was telling her more than she had asked, which made her appreciate it in some weird way. As he told her more, about how horrible some could be, she leaned in towards him closer and closer without realizing. If it was any other time, she wouldn't have believed any of this. But looking at him was proof enough for her.
Depressing stories maybe should have been left for another time, not when the two were trying to forget what happened earlier and drink away what was left of the night. She wasn't completely sorry she had attacked him with questions though. She needed to know of Daemons, Vampyres, and everything else that would end her life. Knowledge is power so they say.
"And as for why I saved you. Its because I wanted to fuck yo- I mean it was natural instinct I didn't even mean for it to happen." he said. On a normal day, at the very least she would have slapped him. Whether it was because she was now pretty drunk, or just because after everything it didn't seem to matter, she actually smirked. At least he had been honest. Besides, maybe a few more drinks into it she'd actually want to. She wasn't expecting him to answer all of those questions. He did avoid the one about his name, but she figured it would be best to save that for another time.. if there was another time.
Bethany took another drink, and looked around the bar. She did look up at just the right moment, to see someone looking in their direction. She was pretty sure he wasn't here earlier. Beth gave him a nod and smile before looking away. "Do you know him?" she asked.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 12, 2014 15:13:18 GMT -5
Rennia watched the man as he figuratively downed his meal in the sense any reaper might. It was an interesting process to say the least. When she finished and he started the woman gave a little pout, disappointed that he made no comment on her jesting flirt. It quickly turned into a chuckle and the glass she had on the table was brought back up to her lips as she took another drink from it.
"I'm afraid I might have to disappoint you, I don't often take favors from people. I'll be sure to try to remember you in the future though. As for rising prices well... Can blame government measures and people trying to stock up for that."
Rennia's eyes wandered towards the pair across the bar. "So what brings you to New York, my Siberian wilderness campfire building friend?" A few words before she finished her sentence, the woman gazed back with a teasing smirk at the man.
Rennia's mind wandered back to the scene as she waited for a reply. Her mind went over the executed vampyres to the explosive arrow that she'd launched into the building. Every little detail that she remembered filled her mind as she wondered what had brought so many out so boldly into the night. The thought broke as she noticed the new arrival at the front of the bar. Twin crimson eyes idly passed over him before looking back to the man across the table from her. Something about that man struck her as anything but the usual in this particular part of town. Then again none of them were regulars here either. But on the other hand, they'd caused a scene too. Would this new arrival cause a scene too?
Post by Richard G. Hale on Aug 12, 2014 21:18:45 GMT -5
Another glass was poured, tipped back, and then lightly slapped back down on the table when the platter of cleaned bones looked about half-way done, and it's owner decided to stop stuffing his face for moment to give himself time to digest and settle before he started up again. It had been a long time since he had eaten so much at once, but he hadn't really been expecting that many wings to be delivered to his table. It wasn't a lot by most standards sure, but to the current consumer it was. He who was accustomed to living off the barest of necessities, and only taking when he needed, and what he needed. With a few exceptions, obviously.
The first resident of the table merely sat and watched as his friend across the table finished her sipping, and then he listened as she spoke to him. The conversation didn't seem to involve any pseudo-philosophical topics yet, for which the Reaper was thankful for, but he was still out of practice as far as small-talk goes. Still, he knew an opportunity when he saw one. It was one of the things that had helped him stay alive throughout the ages, in fact.
"Whelp, I heard there was a woman wandering around out here with endless legs and heftier hardware than most men, and who sure knows how to use it. I thought to myself, 'Golly, I just gotta find this lady and treat her. We'll go get dinner, see a movie, and we'll spend the rest of the night talking about one another before I drive her home and kiss her goodnight. That'd sure be the uh, romantic thing to do wouldn't it? We could marry and settle down, raise a dozen kids or so to help out around the campfire, she could use that big tool of hers to hang the laundry on to dry... Perfect.'" Richard would say, and then do away with his glass altogether. The bottle would swing up for a brief period, and then slap back down on the table with a quiet thud, where it would be capped and then slid into the pack nearby. That being done, he would pick up his previously-discarded cigar and start to gently puff away at it from time to time.
"Real-estate, I suppose." He would say after a brief period of time, and after having blown a smoke ring into the ceiling. He would finish the thought by saying "Piece of shit concrete-jungle doesn't have anything I'm looking for here. Moving out soon as I can get myself a little arr and arr. Maybe a meaningful souvenir or two, some general supplies. Dunno."
Post by Varik Cendrillion on Aug 12, 2014 22:04:12 GMT -5
Varik didn't think he'd been staring, but the girl at the table seemed to notice him. She smiled, why did she smile? He looked over his shoulder to make sure there wasn't someone behind him. Just the bright neon open sign hanging from the bar window. That didn't seem to be the only person to notice him though; he saw two glints of red reflected in the glass of the window for a fraction of a second. He turned back to see another woman sitting at another table further across the bar. There was an aura about her that just didn't seem right, almost a warning to stay away. Shaking his head he turned back to the bartender and ordered a pineapple burger and a strawberry shake.
Varik strolled across the bar towards the empty pool table. The Canvas was fresh, no scuffs, no tears, and best of all no cigarette burns. If the air wasn't fool of the smell of booze he'd be hall tempted to take in the new table smell. Varik placed his back pack over by the stool; being cautious not to show the two swords strapped to his back to anyone. He tenderly picked up one of the cues from the wall and ran his hand across it. The smooth grains running across his palm helped him relax. Varik reached into his pocket for a few quarters to get the table set. While doing so a young waitress brought his food to the table he'd set his bag at. She seemed to be about 24, but she wasn't his type. This brought his mind back to smiles from earlier. Despite his better judgment he glanced back to the girl sitting with batman, her long red locks we're tangled and it her face a thin film of dirt and grime. With a shower and a minute to get ready she'd actually be quiet beautiful.
Turning his attention back to the table he began to play, knocking in ball after ball. Ever so often stealing a glance at the table where smiles and batman were sitting and avoiding looking int the direction of the other woman. After clearing the first table he sat down and savored the burger and shake. The pineapple's sweet and sour taste meshed perfectly with the teriyaki covered burger. Then following that with the smooth creamy strawberry shake. He sat there for a moment content with life.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 12, 2014 23:44:49 GMT -5
Eyes always starring. Never ceasing to leave his wings. He was sick of being the large elephant in the room even though it was not his choice. For now he would have to deal with those eyes locking unto him until he could find a way to hide them like he did before hell broke lose. Still his infuriated thoughts did not leave as the humans moved their pupils to him at every whim.
His own eyes stayed on his sandwich and Bethany as they talked. The burger wasn't exactly good. It was plain with cheese, tomatoes, and a dash of mayonnaise to give it a flavor. His fries contained within it a lot of salt that stopped the alcohol from registering within his body only a little bit. When the smile came up on her face from Marcus true intentions his thoughts on her were, 'she's becoming drunk out of her mind isn't she?' He passed the thought off with shrugs and partook in drinking the night away with his acquaintance.
"Do you know him?"
"No," was his instant word to her. No matter where he went, a friendly face was not something Marcus was use to. Either someone was trying to kill him or someone was trying to pass by. His only friend remained a Spaniard daemon who went off the grid along time ago. Unless the man came up to Marcus and started speaking español to him, he didn't know who that man Bethany was speaking about was.
Marcus eyes closed for a brief moment to take in everything around him. The smell of cigars clouded the air mashing in with food of different variety. The room filled with sounds of whispers, laughter, small talk or music playing from the speakers. It was a radio station that played old rock and old pop songs, changing to either fast and head banging music or slow and relaxing music, never deciding on just sticking with the one.
When his eyes opened again he noticed the setting around him was a little calmer, probably because he was calm himself. Marcus eyes turned to the sight of a good looking man checking out Bethany. He did not see this man before when both Bethany and Ghost walked in together. Maybe this was the new arrival, the one Bethany mentioned a moment ago. Both his brows raised as the man stared at his acquaintance as though he was interested in her. It was true that Bethany still had a little cute in her, he found it weird that another man was interested in someone who looked like they just waged war with cleaning though.
His eyes turned to Bethany and a seductive look followed the curves of her body before turning into a regular smile. "It appears that a strapping young man has some interest in you Bethany. I gotta say, he does have taste to choose a beautiful woman like you. Even though you look like you have been through hell, slapped the devil in his very face, and been pushed out; you still look like that hot girl who threw an empty pistol at my chest. Maybe he thinks you look more."All the while he said this his gaze remained on her, every once in a while looking in the mans direction to guide Bethany to who he was speaking of. He would then watch Bethany more enjoying her reaction to everything he told her. Whether it was boring to others or not, he was beginning to like everything about this female. Might have been the fact that he was drinking more alcohol than his body fluid, but he didn't care. Bethany wanted a drunk Marcus well this was what she got.
His lips grasped his last cup drinking down the rest of his poison that was left. His eyes moved through the room one last time before landing on the pool table. He didn't want this night to end with just alcohol and reasons for his nightmares in the mourning. He wanted to have at least one good memory before returning to his life of protecting and killing. "You know how to play pool?" He asked Bethany before getting up, loosening the stiffness of his neck, and grabbing his one Katana blade from the booth seat.
If she said no then he would give an understanding nod, "I will teach you. Or you can have him over there do it for you." He would give a look over to where the new arrival sat then a wink to Bethany. If she said yes to his first question then he would give her the same understanding nod, but a teasing smile as well as some playful words, "Well we can finish this little drinking contest of ours with the pool game, unless you want us both to get completely wasted and pass out in a bar in New York."
Despite the answer he would still hold his hand out and wait for her patiently to take it so that he would help her up and they would move to the pool table that was free together. He would stand up in the one spot for as long as he needed to, waiting for her. Though if she refused and her mind was made up then he would sit back down and instead have a nice conversation with her as he ordered more whiskey, not caring if it was the cheap or rich brand at this point.
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 13, 2014 1:26:08 GMT -5
She noticed Ghost kept glancing at something. Probably that man she pointed out. She wanted to turn and look but it would have been weird if they were both looking at the guy at the same time. Instead she just sat there quietly.
He started teasing her, looking her up and down, and telling her that another man was checking her out even though she looked terrible right now. "Stop it" she whined and covered her face with her hands "I know I look like hell, don't need to rub it in. Ass." she removed her hands and looked at him again when he said "hot girl who threw an empty pistol at my chest." she watched him. He was now probably about as drunk as she was, since she had stopped drinking at least for this moment, while he continued.
He finally stopped glancing over to that guy, so she took her chance and glanced over to the handsome man herself. Did she know him? No, she's never been to New York in her life. How could she possibly know anyone from here?
"Do you know how to play pool?" Bethany really sucked at pool. No one ever bothered to teach her properly. She doesn't even like the game. But for him, she went along with it anyway. "I will teach you. Or you can have him over there do it for you." She sighed "Are you jealous?" she asked Ghost. She didn't mean to ask. The words just slipped out, damn alcohol. She took his hand as he offered it to her. Walking wasn't difficult, but she stayed close to him anyway as they moved to the pool table. Once there, she walked over and grabbed two pool sticks. Once she had gotten back to Ghost, she wasn't even sure if that one was right for him. She shrugged, proving she really had no clue what the hell she was doing. Beth turned her back to Ghost and faced the table now. She slowly leaned down over the pool table, bent over right in front of him on purpose. She had the stupid stick in her hand but was not holding it quite right.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 13, 2014 21:48:03 GMT -5
Rennia couldn't help but chuckle softly as the man finally played back her little jest from earlier. "She sounds like an amazing woman. Must be really lucky with a catch like her, but you better tie her down before someone comes in and tries to steal her. Yes, settling down, having a family. It's the dream isn't it?" The daemoness couldn't help but chuckle again, once more leaning back into her seat and taking a pull from her drink. "Though if I had to guess, she might be a little too wild and rambunctious."
There was a pause when she tilted her head. "Real-estate..? In New York? Seriously? Not a good place I think. Not unless you want one of those freshly cleared out areas. Even then, after you move in, there's the neighborhood. It's ..." Rennia broke off with a shudder. "I'd suggest somewhere other than New York, honestly. Plenty of issues to attend to, but lots of needless laws and headaches and it's just a mess all around."
"Now souvenirs, you'll find plenty of those here. They will turn just about anything into a souvenir in the Big Apple. Anything. Seriously."
Rennia broke off as she noticed two new games of pool starting up. It momentarily drew her attention as she noticed the recent arrival, and the pair from earlier starting up two separate games. Those intense red eyes watched each participant for a moment or two before she look back to Richard and shrugged as she finished her drink off.
"As for me, I was brought here by work. Really unpleasant bit of business truly. I hate having to come here, sort through this concrete sewer of scum just to find people for personal meetings and communication. Diplomacy is worse. Trying to argue with these lunatics until they see your side of things and getting it done without pissing other people off. Well it's not easy you know. People get irritated for the smallest of reasons. If you argue too loudly, draw too many people into your argument, bring property into your argument, bring taxes into your argument. The list goes on."
Rennia sighed and shook her head. "Business in New York is even worse than living here. It's a place to visit once on vacation and then leave. Of course, it was much better fifty years ago."
Post by Richard G. Hale on Aug 14, 2014 23:26:05 GMT -5
A bandage-wrapped head nodded in agreement to the woman across from it as she spoke her piece. A hand below it passively started to finish off the rest of the bones on the platter before the two while the head listened. By the time the bones and talking were done, it was high time to kick back and enjoy the rest of the glowering remains of the cigar still laying on the table from where it had been rested before. Bones having been cleaned out, scotch having been stowed, and cigar having been picked up and brought to his mouth, Richard quietly settled in and enjoyed himself. It wasn't every day that he could hang out and stuff his face, drink some scotch, and enjoy a decent smoke. It was far too long since Richard had really had a good sit down and mean anyways, so the trip to the bar was really a little overdo.
"I don't suppose you know of any good surplus places around here do you? Might take a look around one, if I get the chance. Some of my stuff might need to be replaced some time soon." He would say after a minute, and would then follow up by nodding to the pool table across the bar and saying "Friends of yours?"
Post by Varik Cendrillion on Aug 15, 2014 13:30:04 GMT -5
Taking the last swig of his strawberry shake Varik noticed Smiles and Batman making there way to the pool table next to his. By the looks of thing the two seemed to be couple, noticing that they were hand in hand "So much for that" he thought to himself. Despite this Varik could t help from watch the girl as she got the two cues off the rack. They way she clumsily handled them indicated that she was one really tipsy or two she hadn't no idea what she was doing.
He continued watching as she backed herself up into him; from the look on the man's face he was enjoying himself immensely. "They're an odd couple" he thought to himself, but who was he to judge? At least they had each other. He was just a drifter going from place to place on his own. Varik brushed a few stray strand of hair out of his vision and again noticed the two crimson eyes glance in his direction again.
He found it strange even though he had the sense that the owner of those eyes was nothing but trouble. He couldn't help look in that direction. He couldn't make out what she looked like because of the dark cloak she wore, but he could tell from her natural silhouette that she was in fact a she. It looked like the person she was with gave a quick glance in his direction ad well." Why do they always have to have a boyfriend" he groaned internally.
So Varik continued to play his game of pool. Sinking shot after shot; rarely missing. He grinned to himself "No matter where I go, I can always enjoy a good game like this". That when he noticed the red and blue lights flashing outside and speak of the devil two cops walked through the door. The older of the two had a big bushy mustache like you see in the movies. He was accompanied by the young deputy from earlier. " We're looking for the owner of that R6 bike parked out front. Step forward now". "Great" Varik thought to him self, "The Lil wimp is a squeller" Varik pretended not to notice then but his hand slowly made its way towards the hilt of one of his swords. "I hope I don't have to kill these guys that'd be unfortunate" Despite the grim situation he still kept his gaze towards the woman in the dark cloak, attempting to gage her reaction
Last Edit: Aug 15, 2014 15:11:16 GMT -5 by Varik Cendrillion: I ran out of time at my break lol