Club SadistFaction | Gone, but not forgotten baby! ~

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[ImNoHero]

A NEW DAY BEGINS IN THE CITY OF DOORS!!!

CRAclCLAclCLACK!!!

The sound of pool balls scattering all around the table sounded off, a solid dunking into a corner pocket in the process. The infamous Tzak 'The Ripper' Bishop was the culprit of the not so awesome take on breaking the ice of a solo game of pool. Pacing about the table for the white ball, his hazel eyes scanned around, looking for the best shot to take. Sighing, he paused from the game, snatching his half empty beer and taking a swig from it as he approached the jukebox. It didn't take long before he would select a playlist composed of mostly classic rock. A compilation of the music with some from the sixties, seventies, and eighties. With a slight bounce in his strut, he sipped the beer again and set it down on the edge of the pool table before taking another shot and cussing under his breath as he missed his shot. Sighing lightly he set the pool stick to stand upright, settled against the table From his pocket he produced his pack of smokes. Placing one of the LongStride Menthol 100's' betwixt his lips, he lit it with a reassuring drag, inhaling deeply before snatching up his beer again and emptying the bottle. He sang aloud as he strut beyond the bar with a little arm motion going, a light dance in the midst of his clean drunken state as he trashed his empty bottle on the way to get a fresh one.

"Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, Here I am! Stuck in the middle with you. ~

He popped the top off of his fresh Red Stripe beer and took an immediate swig before hitting his cigarette again. Now he was headed back for the pool table. Still strutting to some killer tunes. If anyone was unaware of Bishop being at least mildly crazy in some form or fashion, seeing him listening to and enjoying the tunes of this nature would solidify such thoughts. For some reason, only lunatics seemed to be stuck in the past with these tunes, even if some of them were before their time. And his other music choice was the usual violent rap....not much of a difference essentially.

[PK Lady Sonia Renegade]

✁ ─° Sonia◞ Renegade 〉
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xx*Location ◠ Pool Tables ║ *Mood ◠ Calm ║ *With ◠ Bishop

Going home to check on her children was a strange new thing to her yet her instincts made her act on her own. Her twins were still okay though Arcadias still hadn't come home from whatever adventure he was on with killing the twin's father. She shuddered slightly as she went down the street, her hands shoved deep into her tight jean pockets while her combat boots clicked on the ground. She was worried, he didn't need to do something so drastic but she didn't have the energy to stop him at the time and now that she did she wasn't going to. He needed to do this to clear his own mind and that was all she needed to know about it. And if it helped keeping him from murdering her newborn babes than so be it.

She turned the corner to the club, going the half a block before heading up the steps and into the building. It was loud today, music blasting and the sound of pool cues striking the billiard balls filled her ears. She could smell the nicotine and alcohol before she saw him, her gaze landing on Bishop with a raised brow. She moved to his side, removing her hands from her pockets to cross them over the front of her low cut tank top. He was definitely in a groove as he struck and missed then struck again about the table. She unfolded a hand to point lazily at his table, his set up was all wrong.

"You'd hit more if you got lower, Boss man. You're totally missing the angles on the board."

O↺C ➣ ---

[ImNoHero]

For a change, the loud tunes and lack there of business kept him from noticing Sonia had returned to the club. Though as she got closer, he could feel her boots on the wooden floor, light vibrations accenting each step. Setting his beer down he chuckled at her remarks. She was half right. He knew the 'proper' way to position himself, though he had problems properly distributing his strength with the pool stick. His hyperkinesis compensated for telling him exactly how to hit the ball, though it was up to himself without such an ability to figure out how hard to hit the ball, or even how soft. This was a game he hadn't played enough to master, unlike basketball and football.

"A'ight, since y'uh pro, show m' how it's done."

He mused into a snicker before hitting his cigarette again. As per usual and expected from a man of his caliber. He couldn't help but check her out at least a bit. It was something natural about being a man. Being attracted to woman and noticing every ounce of sex appeal to be offered. His relationship with Cici was secure, sure. But Bishop and his boys always went by a slogan when it came to females. 'Just because your on a diet don't mean you can't browse the menu.'

PK Lady Sonia Renegade

[Savoki Sanoci]

Never actually leaving the establishment altogether, the psychopath with augmentations remained stationed at a nearby table. Incapacitated, the table contained various mugs all emptied of alcohol he chugged down his throat. Deemed a veteran in overindulgence of hazardous vices when quantity increased, equipped with a body with abnormal endurance definitely was a benefactor for his survival. Forsaking standards like no drug usage, one who dared lift him from his deadly dread locks would see powder located at the nose. Diluted eyes were masked by his welding goggles, but nonetheless this was a typical experience once fighting was out of the equation. Drugs, food, sex, or any physical activity subdued his bloodlust.

[PK Lady Sonia Renegade]

✁ ─° Sonia◞ Renegade 〉
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xx*Location ◠ Pool Tables ║ *Mood ◠ Playful ║ *With ◠ Bishop

She rose a brow when he told her to show him now, a dark laugh escaping her lips in amusement. She was well aware of his gaze when she moved towards the table, not uncommon for even a taken man yet it still stroked some part of her pride. She grabbed his discarded pool cue, gazing down at the table for just a brief moment to analyze its layout. His break really had screwed up the board, but it wasn't impossible to fix. She had spent many years playing pool when she was younger and new to this world, bars were the easiest way to pick up weak willed men and practice power on them. Still, it was always a talent she kept sharpened. There was just something about playing pool that tickled her mind and kept her on her toes.

"The only reason I am 'pro' is because I've been alive for too long. You pretty much get good at everything when you got nothing better to do."

When she'd move to lean over the table to take her shot, she'd see Darius hiding in the corner and well beyond faded at this point. It made her lips curl at the corners into a wicked smile, shaking her head slowly as she lined up the cue stick. She struck softly, just a nudge that got the white billiard ball rolling into the orange solid 3 and right into the purple striped 12. The 12 sunk into the corner pocket while the 3 followed suit. She moved to the bottom of the table where the white ball had rolled, leaning over just a little to shoot it hard across the table. It bounced from edge to edge before striking the yellow striped 9 and sinking it into the center pocket. She stood back with a small grin, handing the stick back to Bishop.

"Just pull back on that power shot of yours. You need a gentler touch to get some of those in."

O↺C ➣ ---

[ImNoHero]

Her words held much truth in them. And despite what all was said his mind singled out 'too long'. Sure he had died a total of three times, and each time he had been revived without crossing the veil into the afterlife. But that was what he loved about being practically human. He didn't have to suffer for an eternity, not in this life. One day, he would gladly die, and stay that way. Perhaps he was weird that way. Who honestly planned to die one day? Most people, human or not, feared death, and avoided it by any means possible. No matter the cost. Regardless of his opinion or any questions he might have thought up for her, he felt it improper to ask at this moment. A deep conversation meant for another time. His reply was another swig of his beer, and a final hit on his cigarette before snuffing it in a nearby ashtray.

He watched her form, his Hyperkinesis watching as close as it could. The angles of the shot he had down already. And he was pissed he couldn't actually see her muscles coil beneath the skin. Not like they were very comparable in that department, especially since his slight growth of muscle from his short time spent incarcerated compared to her time spent growing soft raising the young. After her shots she spoke, and he couldn't agree with her words more. Scoffing lightly as her remark, his words would carry obvious sarcasm behind them.

"Yea', easier said than done."

He gladly accepted the pool stick from her. The ball was back at the end of the table they stood at, and he position himself to line up the shot he desired to take. The solid five. He hesitated as he just watched it, clearly over thinking it. That's when the light bulb lit above his head, he had an idea. Adjusting his hold on the stick, he repositioned to try shooting with his left hand. He wasn't able to write with both hands, but he was capable of wielding most of his weapons with both hands. Why not a pool stick right? Surely his left arm was a bit weaker than his right. The Compound V might have been a booster, but it was not used to balance or redistribute respective strengths. Tapping the white ball with the stick, it rolled into the five, and knocked it towards the corner pocket at the opposite end of the table. This time, he held back too much, the five stopping short of the pocket. Though it would have went in if he put the right amount of power behind the shot.

"GODDAMMIT!

KRAKOW! ~

In a bit of anger and frustration, it seemed his Intermittent Explosive Order was coming into play. He shouted a curse as he raised his arm while stepping back from the table, only to smack the stick on the edge of the table before him, effectively snapping the stick like a slim jim. The end of the stick he still head was thrown in a flipping rotation at the wall beyond the far side of the pool table before he snatched his beer up and emptied it. Holding the empty bottle he fought the urge to crush the glass or throw it as well, though he was surely done playing pool for now.

[r e v e s n o i r s]

Cicily pulled her hair into her ponytail, and then pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. She sighed as she looked down at her foot, she had sprained it the other day. She hoped it was not broken, but she could still walk on it at least. Sighing, she figured that she had to get to the club. She hadn't told Bishop about her injury, knowing he would worry about her, but all she did was hurt herself while she was teaching her class. Thankfully with the class, she was making a bit more money. As she got ready, she slowly made her way down to the car which was waiting for her. As she drove to the club, she made her way through traffic, and wondered what Bishop was doing. Parking, she made her way into the club, and then saw Bishop over there talking to Sonia. He had been spending some time at the club with her, and Cicily wondered if there was something going on. She had to push those thoughts from her mind, she was going to be marrying him, so she needed to get over her jealousy. Sighing, she made her way behind the bar, and poured herself a shot. Taking it easily, she leaned on the bar, making sure not to put any weight on her one foot.

[Savoki Sanoci]

A carnivorous gaze targeted the pair playing pool, enveloped by the immeasurable amount of chemicals coursing through his veins. Manufactured for violence thanks to his natural habitat, fighting became the ultimate vice that led to his illustrious career as a mercenary with a penance for brutality as the Russian witness yesterday. Admittedly things were at a pause momentarily from entertaining himself, but this individual amused him and recalled from Ellie that someone here needed him for a job. Wiping the cocaine from his nose, the sociopath in the maroon jacket leaned against the chair, observe everything from a distance while lighting a cigarette and puffing it idly with hopes of action to reveal itself.

[Etched In Stone]

"Yo."

His raspy voice sounding harsh. Drixx was early twenties, but that deep tone made older women go crazy over the n***a-rican, a simple term for Puerto Rican and Black.The cyber ninja dialed Bishop up pulling free a touch screen cellular device from his turquise flak jacket with plenty compartments, enough that stored an array of valued possessions.the city slicker held close. A screen would display two options on the russ's phone, that if the video call was accepted, Drixx's face appears and the both will be able to conduct chat, much like Face Time. To no avail did he cut that shameful navy blue mohawk that made his countenance raider and wasteland like, maybe even disgusting and ugly to any ladies, but ******** it, the n***a liked his evil badass appearanceance and went for that Tekken Raven character look standing outside the building, for now.

[Etched In Stone]

[Still think my posts are crap, but did I explain like you said? Was there a visual?]

[YummyBiscuits]

Drew Clark

Drew was leaning against the interior of the bar, having walked out of his joint next door. He always popped in over there before joining the ladies and dudes in the bar. This was where his niggas were, and his shop went slow most of the time. People knew he was connected to
Styx, so a good deal of people avoided the neat weapons shop. Their loss.

In one hand, he swirled a short cup of the house beer. In the other, his pipe was smoking, heavy blue smoke and the scent of some sweet a** " Captain Jack's " tobacco flew around the general area. Vanilla.

Drew lifted the pipe to his lips when he saw Cici walk in. He looked her up and down for a second, and like him, she immediately popped behind the bar. Folks in their group were avid drinkers, and it wasn't rare for them to all be blown out by the time the bar closed. It was good she came in when she did though, because by the looks of things, Bishop was having one of his episodes. Drew didn't even wanna get in on that mess. Their first fight had partly been decided when Bishop began getting angry. That dude got hella strong, and turned into a ******** tank when he got mad.

Cici was perfect for the job.

He moved over to the woman, and gave a slow whistle, pointing the tail end of his pipe towards her fiancée. He blew smoke into the air, towards the bartop. It would flow over the wood, floating into the air all pretty like. Bishop was pretty pissed by the looks of it, and the way he glared at the empty beer, Drew guessed it was going to be flying through the air next.

" I think ya' need to put tha' tail o'yers ta' use, sugar. 'Zak's 'bout'ta lose a gaskit, " he let out in a short quip. His accent was as thick as ever, and Drew considered ducking behind the bar after Cici went off to deal with her man. A bottle to the face would be a gnarly way to start the day.

[ImNoHero]

Drixx Onyss

[Still think my posts are crap, but did I explain like you said? Was there a visual?]

OOC: It's good man. Not every post calls for a lot of words. Just sick around and I'm sure you will bounce back. Don't be afraid to hop around and play with others either.

[ImNoHero]

The Russian Meta threw the empty glass bottle by the neck at the juke box on the wall, causing it to skip tracks to a random selection. Sadly the song was a reflection of his state of mind. And just before the loud crash followed by some old tunes, he would hear someone shout 'Yo!'. His narrowed and blood shot hazel eyes shot it's gaze at Drixx with that mean mug semi-permanent on his face. He began pacing towards him in a brisk stride, his fist balling up at his sides. Drixx, another old face he knew that hadn't been around so much during important moments where he should have been. This fed into his anger as his Intermittent Explosive Disorder began getting the best of him. Those that knew him and this disorder knew that it was like bi-polar disorder, except he only way to cure his anger was by breaking things....or people. Once close enough, Bishop's left fist lead in a guard as he cocked his right back. Though before he would even throw a punch, his left foot raised just enough to position itself over Drixx's right foot before his foot slammed down to stomp on Drixx's. Hit or miss, his right fist shot off in a wicked cross. Just like a pro boxer, the punch was telegraphed for Drixx's chin.

If the stomp landed on his foot, he would easily break the arch of Drixx's foot. With or without his immense strength, the arch of the foot was quite fragile to such a simple assault. If the cross smashed into that chin, Drixx's brain would slightly dribble in his skull. This would cause little more than contusions though he would feel it none the less. Without being mad already this wouldn't be happening, though Drixx's timing was terrible on this day. The bull was seeing red, and he was charging at the first thing that snagged his attention. As per usual with his home boys, once they knocked the dog's s**t out of each other, surely things would return to normal. Unlike others, Bishop literally had to blow off some steam.

Drixx Onyss"

[BrokenDollEyes]

Ania had slipped into the bar once more dressed in more suitable clothing then the last time she had waltzed in. Blue orbs scanned around the bar looking for a certain blonde woman that had always seem to cheer her up. It had been hell since vanishing with out a traced, seemed as though it was a common for this chick to do it. Brushing the last bit of dirt from the exposed flesh of the thigh...a brush with the dirt only moments prier to walking in. Orbs scanned the room for a moment addressing the people inside before slipping further in.

A seat taken at the counter and head placed in the palm of her hand. Black strands of hair falling forward to shroud her in a dark halo. Those expressive orbs now hidden from view... Odd how it was too actually come back in this place. Maybe just maybe vanishing acts needed to be done for a while. Then again would it be her to do so? Pink lips parted to reveal those straight white teeth. Not so much of a smile; more like a grimace. Head tossing back and shoulders straightened. No time to be in a sour mood! What fun would that be! Picking invisible lint from the tank top that hugged the breast and stomach well enough to leave little to the imagination.
Part of her knew that eventually working out would be a must, didn't want to lose that great figure to booze and food. It could wait till a certain blonde reappear to make a suggestion. Slowly mind clicked together like bones snapping back into place when a doctor resets them, s**t how could she be so stupid!

No wonder out and about there was that nagging feeling in the back of the mind, like a pestering wife always nagging about something horrid. Ania had forgotten the dresses! Oh well maybe a few bates of long lashes and a few well placed words could get her back in the clear. White teeth slowly sunk down on subtle bottom lip and gnawed gently.