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[Lady Lotus Doll]

((Take it from someone Born and raised for much of her life, your Russian is about as correct as the person whom taught you. Some of it is right, and no offense intended, but it's sloppy and it doesn't mean what you think it does. Russian and English does not translate the way you're assuming it does. It's not your fault, there are over ten dialects, unfortunately, yours does not match any one with confidence. I speak English better than you do Russian, and I just got my citizenship a decade ago.))

[ImNoHero]

OOC: My teacher herself was born and raised in Russia, then Germany, then America. She spoke many dialects and had also been offered work with the CIA several times. Seeing as to how I graduated high school six years ago, it's likely I have forgotten plenty of what I learned. No need to talk s**t about my teacher though. As for English, I don't speak 'The Queens English', I speak American English. Either way, I'm not keen for having an OOC debate in the IC thread. So go back to posting, or bounce. Please and thank you.

[ImNoHero]

"I know wha'chu need. A ********' vacation."

He reassured her she just needed to take a break from life, relax. Clear her mind, get some rest, regain her strength. Something was unhealthy about her lack of rest, and to make it worse, she seemed sick. The Russian Meta, chuckling lightly.

"We could hit Gambino fo' a week? Check out th'beach, blow some money at Gold Mountain Casino...Whatever you want."

He let her go and opened his beer, finally taking a sip. Looking to Ania he just smiled and nodded to her in silent salutations. Little did he know she was a little ticked off about a false thought concerning him. It wouldn't be the first time, and yet still he wouldn't quite catch on to it.

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

Cici smiled as she looked up at her fiance, her best friend, her lover, and shook her head. "Don't be silly darling, I am perfectly fine." she said as she slipped her heels back on and stood up, and as she wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling up at him. She wanted to make sure that he was sure that she was feeling well. She cleared her throat, as she ran her fingers through her hair. "I just need go to sleep. and have a nice cup of tea." she giggled as she kissed his nose, and then smiled over at Ania, "she has given me a great remedy." she giggled as she smiled back to Bishop, her body shaking ever so slightly

[BrokenDollEyes]

"Maybe a vacation would do you some good!" The girl spoke up while turning about to face the couple. A nod in greeting was returned to the Russian. Now could she stay mad at a guy whom had no clue as to what was going on? No! Placing back that brilliant smile of hers she waited for some kind of reply from the blonde. A remedy to cure her fatigue sure...we will go with that. "Yeah OK" the snort that followed after her short comment couldn't go unnoticed but that wasn't here business to tell.

Although it would be amusing to see Bishops face if it were indeed true. Might be the same shocked expression the fae held after the night with a certain Pendragon. The mere thought caused a light twinge in the heart. It was odd to be honest to have this feeling. After all her breed was notorious for having multiple partners through out the long lives yet...for some reason her heart chose to take after that regal elf in her. To settle down with a man that helps produce a child, it would never happen. Ania might have his body but someone else held his heart. Oh hell was she going on this kick again! Every time she thought it was over with those demon thoughts crept back up.

Maybe it was because she hasn't had anyone's body next to her own in a long while. Hell maybe a good lay would erase the phantom touches that lingered across the skin. Blue orbs closed only to snap open once more. Reality came crashing back against her like a ton of bricks. " Go on and take a break! Might do you some good" oh yeah she could talk about them leaving all she wanted not like she had a bar to run!

[Etch In Stone]

[******** the gatherings, depressing moods, just about everything going on now.

Cash still had to finish his own matters with the Bishop guy tending the needs and everbodies wants, a failure of a pimp it just all seemed too much for the Reaper to injest ... Business still needed handling.

Close still at the bar demanding his own attention was accompanied and served, he'd go launching up a stool by the supports for the back twriing a hand around it's body single handedly hurling it over the counter into a glass mirror behind hoping that shut everyone up and brought Bishop's attention. As for the red head, he stepped aside grabbing the chair to her right with the same hand he would not involve her. Nobody in the matter.

[BrokenDollEyes]

The crash caught her attention hell it would if not will grab everyone's attention. Those haunted orbs shifted to the big bad male that had caused the noise. Really this a*****e could of just spoke up to get attention not slam a stool onto glass. Slowly her body shifted to face the bar, casually leaning against the left leg as hands folded under the breasts. Causing them to be pushed up and out. Concern shifted to the fatigue looking blonde and her ahem situation.

Wasn't her issue to get involved in but too make such a scene the male apparently called for attention. Why not! Bar semi full of people..enough of an audience to boost an ego. Considering most males loves when female eyes bore into them when displaying there dominance

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

Cicily grasped Bishop's arms when she heard the crash, and her head whipped around, and her eyes narrowed. She looked at the damage, and the stool clattering down breaking several bottles and their money. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" she snapped. Her heart was pounding, and the bright red of her face added some color to her skin tone. She whirled around, and just stared at the man, she knew that she shouldn't get herself into trouble, considering the situation she was in. She rolled her shoulders as she just stared him down. "Who the hell do you think you are coming in like that, and trashing the place? Sit down and wait your god damn turn! You look like a grown man! Act like one damnit!" she growled as she tried to control her temper, but all she wanted to do was just drown this person who came in and just trashed their club.

[ImNoHero]

Bishop let Cici do her barking as he merely placed her behind him. His gaze shooting across the way to this little p***k. He had a woman's company, a drink, and he was still trippin'. With a single bound he cleared the bar, landing crouched before coming to stand erect once more. This boy seemed content on landing himself in a world of hurt on this day. Ain't he ever heard of house rules? Pacing to clear the space between them, Bishop refused to even place his fists up into a guard, he just let his arms hang naturally to his sides as his fists balled up, clinching hard as he grit his chrome teeth. By pushing the right buttons at the right time, this b*****d had triggered one of Bishop's episodes of IED, Intermittent Explosive Disorder. It was much like bi-polar disorder, however, the only way to cure the anxiety attack once initiated was through violent output. Breaking s**t always seemed to make him feel much better. It would serve a poor purpose of teaching a lesson about breaking s**t in his bar, but it would stamp the fact of the matter that he could do as he pleased on his turf, but this guy, he was about to be put in his place. In this world he was but a bug beneath Bishop's size 12 steel cleat boot. He had no words for this man, just an a** whoopin' that is apparently over due. Disrespect was something that couldn't go by without conflict. Not here. And to think, he even gave this one a warning.

[Etch In Stone]

Maybe Rowinn knew he couldn't win, quckly backing away with hands up for forgiveness. Maybe he snapped too early, thinking this all in his head he kneeled down cringing. He wanted no drama.

[BrokenDollEyes]

Ania couldn't control the snort that escaped from her mouth when the male backed down almost instantly. Delicate hand covered the mouth while eyes watched. Was rude of her too snort while the male showed he was being submissive. Glancing at the owner then back she scooted more to the side,yep not her place to have snorted

[Etch In Stone]

Rico dusted himself off, the hell he look like a p***y right now and faced toward the one snorting, he rose from his knees and stood. Then looking back at Bishop, he raised a hand to speak before any thing else went down.

"I'll fix that man, just don't kill me."

Mr Hotshot went out the window and the guy in his place now was a p***y b***h. Still a throw down. But, this wasn't his turf. Not yet, least.

[ImNoHero]

When a wild beast breaks out of their cage, they don't just 'not' rampage because some b***h made ***** decided to beg and plead for forgiveness. Like a bull seeing red, the frightened matador was was about to take this charging bull by the horns, even if it was in a way most wouldn't imagine that statement going. The guy fell back on the ground, putting his hands up, and Bishop would merely lift his right leg just high enough in a final step, before stomping down. His aim, to stomp that size 12 steel cleat boot into this punk kids gut, pinning him to the floor and giving him enough pain to reduce his want and ability to fight back. If he managed to pull this off as easy as it seemed he would, The Russian Meta wouldn't stop moving at all, no. His right leg would bend at the knee as he would drop his weight down on the kid more, allowing his chest to sail through the part between the kid's arms, and straight into his sternum, his left knee fishing to pin the kid's right arm down to the floor by the bicep.

That's when the kid would begin to feel the imminent danger afoot, Bishop's left hand struck fast like a snake, if one recorded footage of the feat it would appear as a blur. The hand would simply snatch up a hand full of that pretty boy hair, and clinch it for dear life as he raised his right arm up into the air. If Bishop managed to make it all the way to this point, then the kid would simply watch the mighty right fist of Bishop sail through the air, plummeting towards him in a vicious hammer fist. And if it connected, he would release the kids hair as the right hammer fist impacted the side of his dome. Allowing the kid's head to crash into the floor with extreme prejudice, his brain left to ride the full bouncing momentum of the force. No doubt he would at least get a concussion from such a blow. And if he wasn't out cold, then he would be better off trying to fight back, otherwise he would be beaten into a pulp until Bishop got his fill and calmed down, or somebody stopped him somehow.

[None for me thanks]

ImNoHero

Bishopp claps!

[Shaizard]

She had let her mind wander. And that often lead to trouble. The path that her thoughts had lead her on now, was a line in the sand to say the least as she snapped back to 'reality' to find she had taken a seat in a secluded booth. The aging cushions creaking as she finally shifted her form, unfolding a leg to drape it across the seat languidly. Her eyes fluttered, drawing everything back into focus as she flexed her jaw with a hollow pop. Like a stone statue she had been for gods knew how long, but the Ancient Evil was slowly coming back to her senses as her fingers drummed upon the table top and the back of the seat she occupied.

Dark garnet eyes glanced at her own fingers, finding their drumming noises to be hollow but smiled none the less. Amusement was not hard to come by.