Club SadistFaction | Gone, but not forgotten baby! ~

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[Shaizard]

The Evil had all the time in the world so she didn't find the need to put her foot down in order to claim the audience she so sought. She was behaving as was expected of her, but that didn't stop the animalistic glint in her eyes as she scent blood once more upon the air. Her eyes darkening, the brilliant garnet hue flashing as her pupils narrowed into a catlike slit and her gaze once more roamed. The hunger in her mind grew, the temptation to sweet to ignore, but she kept herself in check like a good girl.

"A pleasure," was her murmured response in being greeted by the boss-man, her dark lips quirking with amusement as she ran her tri-studded tongue along the tip of a fang. The cup of coffee spiked with her blood was still held in her hand and she downed the rest of the brew with ease, planting the mug upon the counter with a determined clink. Her lithe frame once more relaxing, but her gaze was anything but relaxed as she brought her sights back upon the boss of the club.

[ImNoHero]

"Ay'! Leaev'im be! He's one o' us bruh, he jus' been out th'game fo' a while."

He couldn't hold a grudge on an old friend for not being around when needed, the man had s**t he had to do no doubt, and was Bishop there for him if/when he needed it? No. They were both men with different desires and responsibilities, and he could respect that. After all, he was back now right? Bishop used his medical shot. In the first minute any bleeding would stop, the clotting happening much faster as the healing process was rapidly overhauled by the shot. Lucky for Bishop, this shot also helped to repair the damage he did to himself internally and externally when in Feral Mind mode. Otherwise his heart would be in terrible condition. Ah, good timing. Drixx was coming to. As he slowly became coherent and no doubt felt the drug mending any outstanding internal or external damage. His hand would feel fine in to time.

"Yo check it out! Drixx, tha' guy standin' near ya' is Drew. He relatively new blood, but he done mo' than prove 'imself. Drew, tha's Drixx. We go back quite a ways, an' its been a helluva long time. Y'all should get acquainted, soon ya'll gon' be workin' togetha'."

He chuckled at the thought of it all. He hadn't told Drew he was about to acquire a large amount of money and power, much like what he had done for Jay. Though Jay was practically a Manager over the sales department of this empire, Drew was soon to become the Manager of security on all levels, including special ops type s**t. No doubt a shinobi would fit great into his ranks. Though as to not be rude, he turned his busted up face back to The Evil and flashed her a smile with his chrome teeth, He vague answer was more than enough to let him know she enjoyed what she saw. That's part of why he was here, so it as nice to know he was doing his job. Standing again, he made his way behind the bar. A fresh hot rag was taken to clean the blood off of his face. His balls still ached like a b***h, he didn't even want to look. Returning his attention to The Evil, he would stand across from her as he spoke.

"So what brings ya' her'?"

He simply asked. Sure she could just have happened to stumble upon the place, but this place was known thus far for attracting persons for many different reasons, but a reason none the less.

Shaizard

[YummyBiscuits]

Drew Clark

Drew gave a long sniff. Well, he really hadn't expected this guy to be one of the crew. Looking down his nose, and pulling hard on the cig, Drew grunted his assent. Drew hadn't seen the dude, and he hadn't heard of him either. There were probably loads of people he had yet to meet, but hell man, he was newer than any of them here. He just wouldn't know anyone there until he met them; honest mistake and all that.

Drew would wait for Drixx to come too though. The drugs working through his system would be weird at first; he knew it was a crazy feeling when it first hit. Having your body self-repair like that, so quickly, it made you feel a bit dulled down for a while. Drixx might be out for a while, so Drew resigned himself to waiting it out.

" Izzat so? I see how'tha ******** fit in now. " Drew commented aloud. He looked over, through the clouds of smoke in the bar, and caught sight of Ania. She still had his booze, but he guessed it wasn't that big of a deal in the end. Some random chick was talking to her, and Bishop was talking to a certain someone. Drew's senses keened in on her for a half second, and as he pulled the cig from his lips with a long, erratic puff of smoky air, he felt her for what she was. The weird, innate ability to feel up energy signatures let him see just how ******** the woman was.

" Damn. " He said under his breath.

Well, it wasn't the worst thing they had seen in the bar. There were some weird a** people who came to chill in the bar; anything from the odd vampire, to a warp-denizen like Dzan Streea. Drew still carried the mark of that ********; and he wasn't exactly trusting of stuff that gave off such downright gnarly vibes.

If there was some way to convey that across to Bishop, Drew would do it. He looked hard at the man for a few seconds, hecka hecka hard. It was the kind of stare that one could feel from across the room, and Drew was sure bishop would feel his prickly gaze run across the back of his neck. The second the man looked, Drew darted to look at the girl, and then right back. A nod, and Drew looked back to Drixx.

Drew would pull out a small butterfly knife, stuck into the side of his shoe. He made a show of flipping it open, and with nothing better to do, cut the main line on Drixx's ropes. His wrists would come undone, but it'd take a bit of wiggling to loosen his feet. That was good enough for the moment, and Drew bent his a** back into the seat. He flipped the knife closed, and shoved it right back where it belonged.

The bar today was getting bunk.

BrokenDollEyes

ImNoHero

Drixx Onyss

[BrokenDollEyes]

Lord knew Ania had tried to watch what was going on with the idiots that decided too fight. From the male that looked hog tied to Drew and then Bishop himself. But the constant nag of one Tasha had grated on the nerves ruined the buzz floating inside her head. Blue eyes shut tight in warning but the b***h just couldn't pick up on that signal. Whom was she to deny what was coming.

White knuckle grip on the neck of the bottle, if one was closer to her person they would see the fine hair line crack in the glass. Body calmly sitting on the stool it honestly looked like she was just ignoring the blabbering red head. But it was just the calm before the storm. NOW She loved her sister with all of her heart but there was a time when the woman just wouldn't shut the ******** up! And now was one of those times...

You know sister... SHUT THE ******** UP

Sure yelling didn't have to occur but damn it...the b***h couldn't take a ******** hint. Blue orbs opened up while hands set the bottle hard upon the counter. The outcry look upon the reds face was priceless. A memory that would forever be cherished deep down. A snap sounded in the back of her head, the tight coil of power lashed out like a whip to smack the girl. Normally Ania held so much control over the power that flowed in the veins but not today.

Anger ruled the female as fingers grasped the stunned womans head and slammed it down on to the counter. Having well developed strength and the element of surprise allowed here the small victory. Harden blue hues stared at the limp body of tasha as it slide to the floor. A bruise would subtly form on the brow but hey it was better then the other option.


Just shut up

Speaking to the prone figure she huffed lightly. Another family squabble is all. Amazing how easily it was to toss the red head down. Then against she wasn't a fighter and the shock of Ania losing that tightly coiled power inside would of done it. Instead of the bubbly and buzzed fae there sat a true Corva. Cold calculated and well versed in taking down an opponent. Skin pricked with the wave of her own power. It licked the fine hairs before ebbibg away like the tide.

[Savoki Sanoci]

Well this certainly a rare occasion; exclusion from the rest of the residents in the bar. Conveying his presence with a haze of smoke perhaps obscure their vision or they simply paid him no mind. Surveying the environment around him he noted some pretty gals in the crowd, showcasing his forked tongue as it slithered in a lewd manner towards them. A man living off the hedonist philosophy, it was not rocket science to guess the type of individual he was. The Russian already experience him firsthand , eying up the other man accompanying him. Admittedly they carried some strong drugs, watching Bishop get healed by that very same shot he took to repair his body.

'Could have swore I was forced here for a job thanks to that b***h Ellie!', he thought this to himself while lurking in the background and in a smokescreen produced from the drug he took. Interesting lot at the very least, compared to the sort he semi-associated with in his past. Although he was stationary for the meanwhile, that did not necessarily meant he had to behave. The million gold question was who would incite such actions from him.

[Shaizard]

You've only got One Shot...

She liked smiles. The flash of teeth, it got her motor humming since free association linked it with bared fangs, jaws tense in anger while hackles were pulled back and the growl behind the row of fangs was both warning and invitation. Start something.

Again with the same question, but she could excuse it since it was the most logical question to ask of any newcomer who looked as though they had something to say. Lucky for him, she came bearing a gift so to speak~ her easy smirk settling upon the swell of her crimson lips and her brilliant garnet eyes smoldered. Her right thumb traveled along her lower lip as though in thought, fingernail sliding thoughtfully against a curving fang as she dipped her other hand into her back pocket. It was a miracle anything could fit into her pockets, considering she wore her clothing skin tight like a second membrane along her lithe form. Yet two slim fingers were able to remove a black card, simply black and nothing more. The card had no value to it, it was for show, a little visual stimulation to kick-start that hunger in the mind. That drive. The primal instinct to step up to the plate and swing.

"Entertainment," and she waved the card back and forth with a careless air like she was some spoiled heiress out with daddy's credit card. "And the word on the street is that you're going to have the best kind..."

And there it was, that feral purr to her words as her tone dropped to almost an intimate whisper. Lust and hunger resonated in her eyes and she rested the tip of the black card to her lips with a slight shudder, to minute to really catch unless you were really watching the Evil. And that was her goal, to get all eyes upon her as she upped the anti- and raised the stakes.

[ImNoHero]

His trademark Cheshire grin refreshed on his face as he was clearly healing up from that last scrap. He chuckled lightly at her words as he was clearly pleased. A stroke of his ego was the most he could ever ask for. Not only that, but her words reassured his assumptions.

"I always said ther' ain't no betta' adva'tisin' than word o'mouth. Stick 'round fo' a lil'while, I'm sure ya' only witnessed the tip of the iceberg."

He reassured her with a nod. Excusing himself yet again, he waltz over to the table where Darius sat. The man had failed to leave since they fought, and this made him a bit more eager to talk business with the guy. Maybe spread some enjoyment at the same time? Some booze, some drugs, other than that, the man could get his own women. As he sat in a chair across from Darius, the Russian Meta sighed lightly, still a little sore between the legs. His smile fading into a smirk, akin to a Nike check.

"So ya' still her' huh? How would ya' feel 'bout makin' sum' money while ya' jus' chillin'round, doin' the same s**t ya' a'ready doin'?"

As he spoke, he used his fingers to snatch a tiny pinch of the cocaine on the table, brushing it over his teeth just after he finished his comment. He liked the powder and lightly sucked his teeth to be sure he didn't leave any trace in his mouth. With a slight look of disappointment he shook his head before his smirk would refresh and his hazel eyes looked straight into Darius' own. The s**t wasn't bad, but it wasn't as good as his own products. Or so he thought.

[BrokenDollEyes]

Some how the the red head had regained a bit of her ability to wake up and sit her a** down on a stool again. Not saying two words to Mania whom had finished off the rest of the bottle of Scotch. If Drew would get pissed with her so be it, not like she couldn't handle him to some degree. Instead the fiery brunette turned glass orbs to the owner as he made his way to a table. Ears could of picked the conversation between him and the other gentlemen but that was horrible rude. After all it waabt any of her business. Turning away once more nose twitched with a new scent that filtered into the air.

It was horrid, a mixture of toxins and well s**t. It burned the fine nose hairs. Snorting delicately or well as delicatley as one actually could after all it was a snort. Boredom had taken a hold of the faes bones and it was time to make something happen. Maybe beat the bloody pulp out of Tasha could do it. Then again Tasha wasn't one to actually fight. More of a tracking dog then anything else. Don't get Anias opinion of her sister wrong. But she was pure shadow work, rather not getting her figures dirty. Where Ania was talented enough to manage both.

Not the best but she could manage her own against the jerk that decided to piss her off. Again blue eyes slid over to the silenced red head. Her family sucked!

[Savoki Sanoci]

" No this isn't my own s**t, just something to keep me buzzed. Disemboweled some ******** trying to rip me off with sub-par candy."

Craving anything that could suppress his homicidal tendencies, Darius confined to whatever was in his vicinity over quality of the substance. Reading his facial expression alone had the rowdy brawler act almost omniscient regarding the issue. Apprehensive despite the influences that normally mangled one's conscious, he took it in stride while displaying a tranquil state of mind which honestly was atypical of a hedonistic monster like himself. Giving the Russian enough time to indulge and speak his piece, before another word was uttered he addressed the man.

"s**t man I enjoy finding my way to kill the boredom, but this guy relishes the chance to spill blood most of all. So humor this seasoned madman, what can this little tournament of yours offer a guy who has seen almost all the famous stages?"

[ImNoHero]

Bishop couldn't help but laugh at the misfortune of Darius with his sub par candy. Groping his pocket, he fished out a tiny sack of white powder, followed by a tiny sack of tan, and his usual larger sack of Mary Jane's flowers. He placed the bags about center table, inviting Darius to test out his goods.

"Ya' jus' gotta' rememba' two thangs; Ya' get wha'ya' pay fo' an' house rules. I got th'best candy'n most if not all o' Sigil."

As he left Darius to fiddle with the goods to get a proper fix, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit more when the man asked why his tournament. The answer was a simple one, and he stood behind it to the fullest. No bullshit, no blowing smoke up his a**. Just the truth.

"This tourny' ain't meant fo' no own but th'fightas'. Gone is th'rules saying ya' can't kill as a means of winnin', gone is th'rules bannin' all the fun s**t. I call it 'The Contest o' Champions', an' I mean it, but ther's a catch. No one competita' is permitted to enter on th' same terms as anotha'. It's all by case t' try an' even th'odds. Beyond th' screenin' process ther' won'be no interference. Ya' win or ya' lose. Simple as tha'. If ya' think ya' th'cream, then rise t' th'top. Th' prize pot is jus' sumthin' t' grab attention, but th'real vict'ry is bein' the best."

Savoki Sanoci

[Shaizard]

Rakshasa was still all smiles, if you could call the malicious and sadist smirk that painted her lips~ a smile. Her garnet eyes, a rich vibrant red like the gem heavy in iron content, flashed like wildfire. Her porcelain white skin was flawless besides the heavy body mods she had accumulated, often mistook her for one who didn't get her hands dirty. Yet she loved getting her hands dirty, her Mara just kept up the flawless appearance with exception to the chest carving she wore proudly. She had no plans on leaving yet, her smile as Bishop sashayed off was like a cat toying with a mouse.

Slender fingers tucked the black card back into her back pocket, a lick of her lips and she removed the Samsung S4 from her other pocket. A quick message to the Spook to get the hefty donation in order was all she needed to send before the phone was tucked away and her hands ran through her blood red tresses. Her gaze wandering again, and since the Evil couldn't stand still she meandered about observing.

[Savoki Sanoci]

Relatively bewildered at this ******** bifurcating the common tongue from a combination of his slang and strong accent, contemplating the idea of shutting him regarding this tournament until what he potentially mustered as intriguing features that did not rebel the sociopath in haste. Preferring to stay somewhat coherent of this information made him physically wave off his merchandise for a few minutes. The theme of being the best did not attract him, granted this guy wasn't your common bruiser in the streets. Darius had gratification simply for the thrill a fight brought him, though perverse thoughts of 'accidentally' causing a fatality aroused the b*****d of the sadist persuasion.

" You ain't gonna be happy til I cave in and join, aren't ya? The pot is alright, attracting anything with similar feelings like my own. Bleeding dipshits by my hand is enough fun so I suppose this psycho can reconsider."

Whatever substances delving deep into his system possibly influenced him, maybe it was the simple concept of killing someone for the thrill. An increase in the prize amplified the amount of prey he would be able to enter combat with.A shame that his winning would only fuel his terrible habits, but what better way to screw the competition. Huffing the remainder of what was within his inventory, the peculiar merc gawked at the bag that was just offered to him.

" The best of drugs cannot be made, combat is my supplier and bloodshed is the product!"

ImNoHero

[ImNoHero]

A self recognizing psycho was either a false self entitlement, or he was very accepting of himself. Bishop was no psycho, nor insane, but he was indeed crazy. He even had a good doctor inform him of such after a psychiatric evaluation. Needless to say he almost ruined that doctor's life, or more accurately ended it. He knew he was crazy, but he was informed of it aloud as if to be insulted, and nobody insulted The Styx. As Darius ignored the drugs for a moment, he would look at them before he decided to get to work on rolling a fat 'l'. As he did so, Darius made another comment about the drugs. This made him grin a toothy Cheshire grin, his narrowed hazel eyes peering at the mutant across the table. He partially liked what he heard, and the other part of him felt weary. After a long feud with someone like Dzan Streea, he was more alert and knowledgable to the likes of The Chaos Gods. Darius didn't seem like a Khornite, but he was close enough to such that Bishop felt like he had to remain cautious in his company.

"Wit'dem feelin's in mind, wha'would ya' say t' joinin' m' crew? The River Styx could use ya'."

He left the comment vague on purpose. This left air for Darius to better display terms and conditions that would hopefully guide him into Bishop's pocket. Offering him Compound V would be a waste of the drug since Darius was already on par with those whom had taken the shot. Though he was sure he could offer him many many other things in his place that would please him. Violence and bloodshed being first and foremost, anything to follow was just a perk of being put in.

Savoki Sanoci

[Savoki Sanoci]

Lesser individuals often allowed trivial things like image, doubt, or any other mental obstacles hinder them in the long run, making this sociopath an exception to the rule as a creature that held no shame or give a damn about public opinion. All evaluations would point to his self-admittance towards his brain. Committing a stock pile of atrocities, some that even seasoned criminals would not attempt simply on morals or rationality.

" You must be desperate!"

Startled by the outlandish proposition to join a gang, let alone the mere concept of being someone's subordinate was laughable. Employers were expendable, yet it only met temporarily following orders in exchange for his services. Perhaps it was a subconscious thing going all the way back from how he was raised, preferring the freedom even if shunning others became the typical mechanism for handling potential comrades. Recalling some rumors of an notorious drug that was equivalent to steroids, he tested his commitment to this idea with something he was not necessarily sure he stomach the thought.

" Drop some of that Compound V s**t, heard that candy is quite alluring. Heard y'all are taking it as some prerequisite. Don't match up to those freaks nor does one consider me fully human. Could be a fun experiment."

Adaptation was the name of the game, even dropping his rulebook out of the window if it meant an edge for a guy who only really matched his adversaries in taking punishment and aggression that offset superior agility, reflexes, or strength. It amused him immensely, pondering on how he would react.

ImNoHero