Return of the Crimson Blood Bar (See updated first page).

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[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

:: Forgive me, sir. I was bumping.
^ ^; ::

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

If you never meant to leave..
Then you only had to stay.

The girl would shift on her heel, evening out her weight for just a moment before once more pushing off on one foot to being her wandering once again. As she made her way behind the bar the smaller figure would dip down, hands reaching out to open and close the small Under Counter Refrigerators that lined the bar until she came to the one she had been looking for. Grabbing out the container labeled Chai she would grab a mug, a jug of milk from beneath the counter as well, and begin making her drink.

Filling the cup ¾ the way with Chai she would top the cup off with milk before returning the ingredients into the cooled storage unit where she had found them. Grabbing hold of her cup in a light hand she would make her way around the bar, seating herself at one of the stools before placing the cup down in front of her.

The establishment was too quiet. It always was when the patrons left. Grabbing hold of one of the remote controls along with a few button presses the room would fill with light instrumental music; some noise was better than others.

But the memories that haunt us
are cherished just the same,
As the ones that bring us closer to the sky,
no matter how grey.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

:: Come out come out wherever you are! ::

[3N19MA]

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Before the lone women in a empty place he stood underside down. His white skull danced about in the black before he stood in front of her, invading her personal bubble. Subtle like insect clicks came from the black clad figure. His left hand touched the hilt of the deformed katana he wore on his hip. He stood a total of 5 feet 2 inches in height, and seemed skinny, however the large cloak, and hood kind of made the illusion he was bigger.

He had no eyes in those eye sockets of the white skull mask. Clicks and more clicks as his fingers moved about the hilt of the katana. Shadow seemed to get close nose to nose bone of the mask. " Greetings.... " He spoke in a muffled, dead like voice. The figure clad in black knew nothing of personal space, even when he spoke the slight insect clicks could be heard.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

If you never meant to leave..
Then you only had to stay.

Time always seems to creep by ever so slow when one is alone with their own mind. The soft thrumming of instrumental music playing through the sound system only furthered this sensation, sparking thoughts here and there that made the girl feel just a smidgen more alone that what she originally had. Heaving a soft sigh of defeat she would curl her fingers ‘round the cup before her, dragging the porcelain pool up to her lips to allow herself to draw in the concoction and gain some form of solace from it.

Amber irises would shift along the grain of the wood which made up the top of the bar. A light smile would trail along her lips at the familiar taste of Chai as her back curled in a bit on herself. Dark curls would bounce ‘round her form before coming to rest against her, a few strands poking lightly at her skin thought not so much to bother her. Propping her elbows up against the top of the bar the girl would support her weight in such an position; the sleeves of her robe falling back to expose her forearms—milky skin riddled with soft pink scars from.. Well, that’s better left for a different story.

But the memories that haunt us
are cherished just the same,
As the ones that bring us closer to the sky,
no matter how grey.

[3N19MA]

[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]

OoC - My post was directed to you.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

RenegadeIVLife

If you never meant to leave..
Then you only had to stay.

It’s weird how things can change in the blink of an eye. One moment the wolven sat alone in the establishment, next she was face to face with another figure which stood just barely taller than her. As the figure moved closer the girl would only be able to mutter a soft meeping sound out of surprise before her senses managed to adjust to his existence.

Amber irises would dilate as she focused on the figure. He smelled of earth and.. Well, almost of death. And something else, sour maybe? Leaning back in her seat to allow her eyes to focus and to give herself room from the sudden intrusion the look of surprise would soon be melded into that of a light smile. Lifting her cup in a greeting gesture the lithe figure would offer forth a nod. “G-.. Greetings yourself, sir.” Her voice was soft, almost melodic with an English undertone to her speech.

But the memories that haunt us
are cherished just the same,
As the ones that bring us closer to the sky,
no matter how grey.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

RenegadeIVLife

:: I'm a little rusty, so please do forgive my slowness.
^ ^; ::

[3N19MA]

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Shadow moved the left hand from the cloak. The black leather clad thing with strains of what seemed like silk, or string hung wrapped around it. Fingers moved to touch her hair with what could be a smile? The skull masked had a happy expression, he gave of a callous malefic, like presence almost a pressure that came with his being. He is attemping to scare her, with his very creepy being.

If he touched her hair, the hands would move through it checking it. As if examine the hair for breaks to see if it was perfect strains. " +Insect clicks+ I like your.... Hair.... " He said with the same dead voice. It somehow almost sounded pleased. His free hand shifted under the cloak.



[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]

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RenegadeIVLife

If you never meant to leave..
Then you only had to stay.

The girl’s head would instinctively duck down as the hand lifted to touch her head. Setting her cup down atop the bar the girl’s hand would lift to tuck her bangs behind her ears. How peculiar, it seemed that this new being didn’t follow social norms. Tipping her head to the side to grant herself a better look, the girl would examine the mask which was given as a physical appearance. Divets, shadows, textures; these things fascinated her. Due to her extended period of time laying dormant she was almost reverted back to a childlike state.

The clicks, though, that intrigued her. Shaking her head ever so slightly at the light touches the girl would re-align her head with her spine, a chuckle falling from her lips at the compliment as her nose wrinkled ever so slightly at his new smell. “Why thank you. I’m Lily, what’s your name?”

But the memories that haunt us
are cherished just the same,
As the ones that bring us closer to the sky,
no matter how grey.

[3N19MA]

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He pulled his hand back as he took from the cloak a small black dagger. He crawled along the bar counter with his feet and free hand. His movement seemed flexable, and almost inhuman despite a humanoid physical appearance. The insect clicking became louder for a moment before everything went into the dead silence.

" I spy with my eye something.... fleshy, and warm. " Unguarded, and left alone.... Shadow seemed to be working on some kind of twisted sense. Social norms are meaningless, he didn't fit in normally, so he became abnormal to counter the normal lives around him. He crawled back, and forth forward and back. The white skull like masked seemed to turn? As if he was turning his face to a new angle to look at the girl.




[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]

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RenegadeIVLife

If you never meant to leave..
Then you only had to stay.

The girl would arch a brow at the blatant disregard for the question she had posed. Manners were something that had been beaten into her, so the ignorance of offered niceties pricked her the wrong way. Shifting her position as to stand from the stool she had made herself at home in, the girl’s hands would slip down into the pockets of her robe. A light grumble would form in her throat as she granted tension to the muscles of her legs, stretching out a bit to bring herself to a more relaxed state.

Amber irises would shift as to watch the figure grab hold of a weapon – which seemed odd seeing as to how she was unarmed and alone. The tip of her nose would wrinkle ever so slightly in slight discomfort, sighing lightly as her head tipped to the side resulting in a gentle popping of her vertebrae. “Yes, fleshy and warm does seem to be my specialty. Not one for conversation, are you?”

But the memories that haunt us
are cherished just the same,
As the ones that bring us closer to the sky,
no matter how grey.

[Melech Dawntreader]

[ Hmm... *taps his lip* I spy... ]

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

:: I spy Melech<3~ ::

[3N19MA]

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The man hops back, and got distance when she placed her hands in the pockets. He twirled the black knife about as if ready to defend himself from an attack that didn't come towards him. The Slight insect clicking sounds returned in a moment as he holsters the knife back in it's place. " Conservation, Words.... mORE WORDS.... UnDeRsTaNdInG.... +Loud clicks.+ " He seemed to stumbled about for a moment.

Shadow seemed unstable as he seemed to be tilting his head each way.... And one could swear the white mask turned upside down at one point going in a full circle before the clicking noises came to a close. The outline of his formed became dark, smoke like substance that was the visual aura he produced started to flare up.



[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]