ImNoHero
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- Posted: Sat, 19 Jan 2013 16:04:12 +0000
Another bustling day in the city of doors, another perfect day for a new business to open up in the Guildhall Wards. But today, wasn't just any new business opening. This was the Grand Opening of Club SadistFaction. The founder and owner of this very place was none other than millionaire playboy and brawler, Bishop. With the day early, the door stopped wide open. Any and all were welcome to stop by off the street. Currently they would notice an abundance of advertisments on the wall for the bare knuckle brawling challenge he had come to call, The Beatdown. If the number were to small, he would participate. Otherwise he would just be the one with the cash at the end of it. He was sure someone somewhere needed or wanted the money. And what better way than to fight for it? You never know what other loser will be starring you down in the pit.
With a sigh, Bishop let his cigarette idle betwixt his lips as he fitted a sign upon the bar to read Help Wanted, alerting the public that he did indeed require some employees. His trusty mutt Dzul was around here too, currently laying under the pool table for no aparent reason, he just liked that spot. Cici was somewhere close, between the Club and the mansion. Things were falling into place. Now all he needed to do, was get some business flowing, and then he could begin expanding the gang again. With his powers gone and Bishop blaming The Giver, they were currently out of communication with one another, so until further notice, he was a free man. And he still had The Doc to rely on too. And even Jay got a place in Sigil. Honestly, the only way this could all get better, was if his brothers came to town. But those chances were slim. They all found reasons to get locked up or go home, and so Bishop was left holding the bag on Gaia. Not against his will, but he did miss his brothers. All three of them. They weren't blood, but they held a closer bond than blood could provide.
With a sigh, Bishop let his cigarette idle betwixt his lips as he fitted a sign upon the bar to read Help Wanted, alerting the public that he did indeed require some employees. His trusty mutt Dzul was around here too, currently laying under the pool table for no aparent reason, he just liked that spot. Cici was somewhere close, between the Club and the mansion. Things were falling into place. Now all he needed to do, was get some business flowing, and then he could begin expanding the gang again. With his powers gone and Bishop blaming The Giver, they were currently out of communication with one another, so until further notice, he was a free man. And he still had The Doc to rely on too. And even Jay got a place in Sigil. Honestly, the only way this could all get better, was if his brothers came to town. But those chances were slim. They all found reasons to get locked up or go home, and so Bishop was left holding the bag on Gaia. Not against his will, but he did miss his brothers. All three of them. They weren't blood, but they held a closer bond than blood could provide.