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[DokuCho]

Vladimir Ivankov

((I wouldn't be so sure Doku...

Then post you ******** clam d**k. Fillin' this with your OOC bullshit.))

{still sincerely hoping its not mine lol}

[Shuzoku Rin]

While he had been standing there in the ally just staring into the sky she was already standing over the scratched zippo. Rin's shoulders where hunched over and her hands clenched into tight fists. The long black hair concealing her face. She seemed to be shaking, her body shuddering she was so angry, not at Vladimir but at herself. What had she done...

"That...b*****d.."

Pearls of white biting down against the crimson bloodied lip with speckles of clear liquid dropping down from her chin. She was crying. Rin hadn't shed tears since the day her mother passed away, this feeling of hurt crushing at her heart coiling its wretched fingers around her soul as if to choke it. She had dishonored her brothers, she had dishonored herself and now she was feeling emotions towards that Russian man. Everything she once stood for felt as if it was slipping away, so close for her to grasp again but her reach was just short.

Running her arm up and along her eyes she would wipe away the tears before reaching down to pick up that precious zippo he adored so much. Her thumb running over the emblem and she couldn't help but smile.

It wouldn't take Rin long to reach the bar again and it was nice seeing her bike still intact. She had that time in the walk to compose herself once more. Now she felt like a drink, a damn strong one too. Clutching her jacket together and zipping it up she would stroll inside, her eyes scanning the room at first to see Hideki, Eiji the pink haired woman and a few other people..but the one she wanted to see sat at the bar no doubt ordering hard liquor. Not caring anymore if Eiji or Hideki saw her do this she would march right up to Vladimir and sit down beside him. Pulling a smoke from her crumpled packet to her lips and flipping the zippo open. She would seem like lady luck in his eyes as her thumb dragged down to ignite the flint and the flame bursting out of it to glow the cherry of the cigarette a bright hue.

Placing the zippo down on the counter and sliding it over to him. Not a word spoken to him.

[Vladimir Ivankov]

Vladimir looked over his shoulder as the bars door opened, he already figured it would be Rin, though the question was how would she react. Was she here to b***h him out, take a swing at him or something worse? He really didn't care to be honest, he placed the tips of both of his thumbs on the bridge of his nose and then.... CRACK! Vladimir's teeth grinned together as the nose fell back into place, he knew by now he most likely had the common black eye that followed a broken nose.

Letting out a heavy breath he watched the waitress place the shot glass in front of him along with the bottle of Jim Beam. She poured him his first drink which didn't last long, a moment or two later she'd give him a mug and take the small shot glass back. He tipped the bottle of Jim into the mug until it was filled to the rim, he then placed the bottle back in front of him, the nice part was it was one of those huge bottles that only bars bought, so hopefully it would last for a little while.

While taking a chug from the mug he saw Rin take the seat next to his, he wasn't sure what to think about that. Then he saw his Zippo, he watched as once again the damned thing worked for her first try, it was starting to irk him. Why didn't that damn lighter ever want to work for him...

She hadn't said anything to him and he wouldn't to her, instead he'd place a cigarette in his mouth and use a candle that was in arms reach to light his cancer stick.

He wondered what the other drunkards thought about him and Rin being bloody messes, it most have been a funny sight or possibly a scary one, then again anyone who went there should've known better, look who owned it after all.

[Vladimir Ivankov]

DokuCho

Vladimir Ivankov

((I wouldn't be so sure Doku...

Then post you ******** clam d**k. Fillin' this with your OOC bullshit.))

{still sincerely hoping its not mine lol}

((I think he could be... watch out..))

[DokuCho]

without a doubt it was an interesting night to show up at the bar, but she felt the warm comfortable embrace of a booth seat calling her name, just a nice long sit. Doku stood and found one untainted by strangers and sat down, actually more treating it like a chaise lounge with her back leaned against the wall and her feet dangling off the edge of the seat. She noted some Yakuza members, but let them be. The inward thought about fighting earlier was a simple myth in her own mind, yes she has been in fights but only when words do not win first. The two bloodied ones in particular caught her eye, it seemed apparent words did not win there. She chuckled softly at her own little joke.

[DokuCho]

Vladimir Ivankov

((I think he could be... watch out..))

{eeeew.. if he is...oh well not much anyone can really do about it lol if not AWESOME, what happened to calamity posting anyway?}

[Shuzoku Rin]

So they would both sit there for a while, silent starting at the wall. Blood smears all over their faces and bruises starting to swell. She'd glance over at Vladimir's shiner, letting out a low giggle before bursting into laughter. That whole ordeal...it was kinda funny to her now. The beat the snot out of each other for really no reason. Slamming her head down onto the bench she'd continue laughing while holding up the cigarette above her head.

"Ahahaha! Did we seriously do that?"

She said with the giggle in her tone as her head swiftly turned to look up at him. She'd lean back up with her free hand swiping his mug from him and taking a swig of the bourbon.

"You know...you surprised me with that punch...not bad for a Russian"

Suddenly her tone changed, it became sullen and smooth with her soft earthen hues gazing at him looking over the man who basically super punched her.

[Calamity Trigger]

((sorry was out for dinner))

[Vladimir Ivankov]

Vladimir's eye twitched and then again, now she was laughing... He'd met girls before that didn't know if they wanted to be mad or happy but this one took the cake. She went from one extreme to the other just like her clothing, all he could think was it had something to do with her brother, maybe she just never got to be who she really wanted, that being the reason for the sudden changes in mood.

"******** Japanese.."

The waitress would place another mug in front of Vladimir seeing how Rin had hijacked his. He'd again tip on the bottle down and let it rest there until the mug was full. The Russian who drank Kentucky bourbon, it was pretty funny if you thought about it. Once the mug was full he'd place the bottle between himself and Rin. Maybe in another drink or two he'd be able to laugh with her.

"******** японец.."

He'd found himself saying that everyday since he moved over here, though in reality they weren't all that bad, well, at least not all of them. Getting a firm grip around his mug the Russian would begin to chug, there should of been some obnoxious college kid there yelling ;CHUG CHUG CHUG! OOOWOWOWOO"
"What are you?"

Vladimir would ask without looking over at the girl, his mug once again resting on the counter half empty. He wasn't sure if he'd get an honest answer out of her, but it couldn't hurt to try.

[Shuzoku Rin]

The question she knew would come has just planted its heavy a** on the bar. Taking a few more swigs of the bourbon before finally deciding to down the entire mug. Rin's tolerance for alcohol was not of the highest degree so this one mug of bourbon would be enough to make her tipsy. One day that question would be answered in full but inside this bar was not the time nor the place but none the less he asked and she would answer in short. Pulling the mug away from her soft cherry lips to rest it down on the bar, pondering on to pour another before answering. A shake of the head and a heavy sigh, this was going to be hard to explain to Vladimir. Right now, at this very moment...she wished she had stayed inside the embassy. Privacy was hard to come by in a bar like this and with her brothers lingering in view this made it even worse.

"I'm human if that's what you're wondering. Not an Alien, creature or glitter fairy just plain old human with a few extra features. Think of it as upgrades..."

Rin would speak quietly though her brothers would hear her she hadn't given out any information of just what she had and wouldn't. If the Oyabun could see what they do then their members could at least know by mouth a fraction of the information. Shifting her hand to the bottle she would pour another full mug, at this rate she'll be drunk by the end of this drink.

"I bleed don't I? so why bother asking..."

[Shuzoku Hideki]

Sitting there he would continue to pour and drink his sake those yellow eyes staring straight ahead as he listened to everything in the room, that eat-s**t grin still turning the corners of his lips he was enjoying the taste of the sake with each sip he would let the warm liquid sit in his mouth savoring the flavor for a few seconds before swallowing and taking another, then he would look out from the corner of his eye he would look past Eiji and his evening entertainment to see his sister conversing with a Russian for a moment he was speechless his mouth trembling for a moment as though he was about to scream. The completer opposite would happen, what issued forth from the young boys lips was a laugh of pure amusement at the hilarity of a Russian hanging around with Rin, maybe he was just some poor stupid foreigner trying to get laid by a fine a** Japanese chick which in Hideki's mind was funny, he was in pure amusement which would probably end up getting him gaining attention from many of the customers but the laugh would end as it began to sink in that Rin 'was' having what looked like a good time well from Hideki's view of the situation.

"******** gaijin."

He was extremely pissed at this point Rin was actually enjoying the company of the gaijin which make Hideki even more agitated, his eyes would then look from the cup in his right hand to the head of the Russian the spark of an idea formed in that very beautiful brain of his and with a smirk he would toss the cup in the air the ceramic cup spinning in the air its contents all gone from drinking it so it wouldn't go to waste, he would then catch it with his left hand before it would fall onto the table bring his arm back and then bring it forwards the wrist would flick down as his fingers loosened their grip upon the cup, and thus the cup would go flying across the seats it moved like a pitchers fast ball in the major leagues though that was more of an exaggeration, the cup would more or less if it hit would break and cause a few cuts and scratches on the face, if he knew one thing about Russians it was that they had extremely hard heads so he would assume the man would live through it he just wanted to grab the man's attention so he could flip him off, which he did the moment the cup left the hand his right would come up turning so his palm would be pointed at the roof, his fingers would curl inwards save for the middle finger, once the man would turn around he would see a five foot seven Japanese boy flipping him off with an eat-s**t grin plastered to his youthful lips.

"******** gaijin, why don;t you go back to your country and get your own hairy women to screw you."

[DokuCho]

Doku noticed a lot of tension in the bar, considering there were people giving people the finger and lots of drinking. What else was expected though? She sighed softly and lifted herself from her seat to go sit outside, the atmosphere was lovable but sometimes it gave her a headache. Just outside, she took a breath of that oh so sweet city air and sat on a sleek bench beginning to collect moisture. It gave her a shiver that she kept hidden, maybe sacrificing warmth to wear her favorite colors wasn't such a good idea after all.

[Vladimir Ivankov]

Vladimir's attention was on Rin who seemed to be trying her best to tell him the least about herself, if that was all she wanted to share then that was fine. Looking away from Rin Vladimir would down the rest of his mug, maybe another drink or two before he got a decent buzz. His large at times clumsy hands reached over for the Zippo, instead of grabbing it he accidentally knocked it off the counter, letting out a heavy sigh he dropped down to find the lighter, not a second later the sound of a glass shattering was heard.

After looking for a second or two Vladimir would sit back up right in the stool with Zippo in hand.
Grabbing his pack of smokes which were on the counter, he would pluck a cigarette out and then place it between his spread lips and then came the hard part, trying to get the damn Zippo to work. As he thumb went to strike the lighter he saw the boy who was giving him the finger. The Russian hadn't heard the first thing the boy or he would've already been off the stool and in the kids face. Though, the second comment caused Vladimir's eye to twitch uncontrollably, the first thing to came to mind was this was Rin's 'other' brother, he remembered her saying 'Brother's' before.

It didn't take much the Russian was off the stool before the last word left the boys lips, his hands flat by his side, the kid couldn't have been any older then 16 he thought, the kid must have had cajones the size of a baseball, or maybe he was just stupid.

[Keiko Ito]

Keiko and Eiji were still sitting quietly at their table. He offered her some sake and she accepted his request pulling her sleeve back as she poured both herself and eiji a drink. As the battle outside had drawn to an end by now the woman and very alluring red haired man were getting tipsy. Her cheeks were naturally flushed over red and she held her eyes half lidded with a smile along her soft lips.

"I thank you Eiji-kun"

Not realizing that she had spoken to him in such a laid back manner almost already referring to him as someone close to heart. Bringing the sakazuki to her lips she would sip at the sake while all the commotion started to occur inside the bar. The Russian man had entered, chugged down a fair amount of booze and the Japanese woman next to him seeming to do the same. Keiko sat in silence as she watched the young man hurl a cup at the Russian and flip the bird. A frown crawling along her expression as she slid along the bench seat closer to Eiji. She hated violence and the feeling of insecurity made her stay closer to him.

"Oh my..."