The ＵＮＤＥＲ ＷＯＲＬＤ Bar & Inn [Open/Walk-in]

[GrayFox436]

This was an exciting feeling, he decided. And so far he had to give it to her, she was keeping her honor. But she also had been wounded and it was his responsibility to take care of what he owned.

Ran away with a knife in his spine he thought at once. This might be interesting. Judging by the look of this wound, however, he had plenty of time to make good his escape.

Her tone was something else. His right hand went from hooking onto the collar to gripping her neck firmly. As he did so he drove his index finger on his left hand into her wound. He only entered her up to the end of his finger nail, just enough to see how much grime and how sickly the flesh was and more than enough to punish her for. After she had a moment to recover herself he spoke again.

"Lay down on the bar," he demanded after pulling his finger from and running it lightly over the wound. "On your side. I need to look at this."

[Luna Lucianne]

She glares at him fiercly as he grip her neck but her expression quickly changes to that of pain as his finger enters the wound. Lucianne growls at him and clentches her fists tightly together. It was not funny to have such a punishment. After he was done she breathes heavily for a second then obeys. She didn't want to make him poke at the wound again so she climbs up onto the bar and lays down. She cushions her head with her arms and stares at the shelvs full of alcohol. She could use a drink if he kept placing his fingers in the injury.

With a huff she looks at him and then back at the shelves. This would not be comfortable. She glances about then finally rests her gaze on the floor. Her canine ears twitching idly as she wasn't really searching for any particular sound. Slowly though her eyes began to close and her mind drifted off, she fell asleep on the counter.

(( I have to go.. do with her what you will just PM me the response. -waves.- bai bai ))

[GrayFox436]

OOC: ON

Take care, girl. Wet dreams.

IC: ON

Damion let her get comfortable before coming up to her side. Her back was to him, which was fine with him. After a moment he noticed that she had become unusually still. Sleeping? Odd.

To her defense, she had been wounded. Who knows how long she had been out in the wild before showing up here. Damion decided he would be gentle with her and let her sleep. She would need the rest anyway.

He reached over the bar and, from memmory, grabbed the first aid kit that he had stashed there. Setting it down quietly he opens it and pulls out a swab with a brown, unmakred bottle. Opening the bottle he holds the swab to the lid and turns it over to wet it. Then, setting the bottle down, he gently cleans her wound. The liquid would bubble and fiz softly where it touched her torn skin but would not harm her. Depending on how tired she was she may not even feel it.

After cleaning it properly he applies a gell-like substance to it to seal the wound and help the healing process. Once that was done he extracted a big, square bandaid about three wide and tall and applies it to the wound, sealing it off and making sure no dirt or grit would get into it again.

"There you go, my pet," he says almost tenderly. The kind tone was a bit of a slip of by him, however, as he thought she was asleep at the time.

Thinking she would be safe for the time, Damion went about his business. He might or might not be there when she awoke.

[Luna Lucianne]

After a long time Lucianne finally wakes. Her side hurt a bit, and the bandage needed changing as she noticed while sitting, but other wise she had little to no trouble in movements as before. Slowly she lets her grey eyes travel about the building searching for him. He wasn't found in the downstairs and she lifts her ears to listen. She could hear not movements, perhaps McKlain was sleeping.

Gently she lifts her shirt up and peels away the old bandage, only the slightest hint of pain on her face. The wound had mostly healed, only a scab remained ans a soft touch of redness about the edges. She would be scar free in a days time if not longer.

With a small sigh she quietly places her feet to the floor again looking about. She supposed she had dosed off when she was told to lay on the bar. Fatigue had plagued her during her travels with the wound but now she was a bit put off. Where was her damned bondsman now? Irritated she walks to the steps and peers up to the next floor, waiting expectantly.

[GrayFox436]

Damion had decided that leaving Lucianne alone in the bar with her wound yet to be healed, and potentially with somebody after her, would not be a good idea. So he fixed a motion sensor to the front door and slaved it to an alarm in his room upstairs. If somebody came in that way, he would know about it. In theory, at least.

He stayed up for a good while just watching Lucianne sleep and cleaning his weapons. After some time sleep finally caught up with him. Just before morning he took his gear, went up stairs, and crashed out on his bed. God help him if somebody did sneak in, as Damion tended to sleep better than most dead people.

[Luna Lucianne]

Lucianne huffs a bit and quickly, but silently, makes her way up the stairs. She did not want to encounter someone else should they have been here before she came. With a bit more stealth than she intended to use she sneaks about peering into rooms, all to be empty except one. She smirks to herself upon seeing the sleeping bondsman.

Lazy b*****d had come up to sleep. She shakes her head and smiles a bit at the sight. With light footsteps she inches her way over to him and looks down at him. Her short silvery white hair falling in front of her face while whisking out to the sides like wings. Her head tilts and she looks him up and down, for the first time able to see him without getting injured.

She reaches out and touches the side of his face gently, letting her fingertips glide over his flesh and down to his neck. She stops and pulls her hand away slowly not wanting to wake him should he be a grump in the mornings. Though she found no harm in watching him.

[GrayFox436]

Damion didn't seem to notice her in the room or even the light contact. In fact, he seemed dead to the world at the moment. About the only thing that gave him away was the steady rise and fall of his chest.

He lay on his back in the bed. His combat webbing was on the floor next to him but the combat knife was stuck blade-first in the nightstand to his right. He didn't even bother to draw the covers over his body. In fact, he fell asleep soon after laying down to relax. Thus, his boots and everything else were still on.

Though he did not snore, if one looked close enough they could see his eyes moving beneath his lids as he went through a phase of REM sleep.

[Luna Lucianne]

Luci looks around and notices the knife in the nightstand. If she wanted she supposed she could have slit his thraot and he'd not fight back. The thought intrigued her and she reached out for the blade. Withought him she could be injured and not have someone probe their fingers into the wound. She almost laughed at the notion. Her hand grips the handle of the knife and she stopped. Something nagged at her.

Her eyes traveled back down to his face and down his body. He was still in his clothes. Hadn't pulled the sheets over him or anything. He was exhausted. Her hand remained still but her grip loosened a bit. He had been full of energy before she passed out on the counter top. Did he worry that much to make sure she didn't.. No. It was impossible. But still something bugged her about it.

[GrayFox436]

At around that moment a soft buzzing sound could be heard from somewhere around Damion's person. After listening it was obvious that the sound was coming from the other side of the bed. If she looked she could see that a lap top, plugged into the wall, had fallen off of the bed and had landed open. If she looked closely, and if she knew what to look for, she could see that the motion sensor alarm for the front door of the tavern had been tripped.

"Hello? Man, this place looks dead." That voice, though faint, had come from down stairs. Damion didn't seem to notice any of it.

[Luna Lucianne]

She hears the soft buzz and lets go of the knife in the stand. She takes a few steps and looks at the lap top on the floor. As she examines it she hears the man downstairs. Her eyes travel frist to McKlain then to the door. She quickly makes her way to the stairs and peers dwon the stair well. Someone had found their way here, 'twas a bit strange since she could hardly find it herself. She looks back at the room with her bondsman in it and tilts her head. He had a motion sensor set for downstairs.

Before she struggled her mind over the matter too much she decended the steps silently and stopped on the last step. She let her ears flicker back and forth. She made no noise as she watched the man waiting for him to notice her first.

[GrayFox436]

The man was looking at some of the bottles that Damion had left on the bar oh so many nights ago. He was tall and wiery looking with alright, if not worn out, features. His eyes had rings under them and his chin had a few days worth of stubble growing on it. His leather jacket and lenin pants looked worn and comfortable but dirty from being in the wilderness for too long and his hair was covered by a mottled brown bandanna. On his left hip was a machete and over his back was a semi-automatic hunting rifle similar to an M14.

He didn't notice her decent at first, but when he did he looked quite surprised and a bit worried. But, after seeing that it was just little ol Lucianne, he relaxed visibly and an artificial grin spread across his face.

"Ello there, lass. You alone in here?"

[Luna Lucianne]

She visibly showed disgust for the man since she could hardly stand guns of any sort being used. Though she could handle almost any weapon made. Without pausing she nods her head to his question, she would not let him know her bondsman was upstairs sleeping. Such an unessesary risk was not hers to make since McKlain had given her no instructions to do so.

-Yes.. I am. Who might you be?

She stepped down from the last step and watched his every move. Not that she was comfortable with him here, but she didnt want or need to start a fight.

[GrayFox436]

The man's smile widened, but became somewhat ambiguous, as she nodded to his question. His posture became more relaxed and he opened the bottle that was in his hands; an old bottle of rum, as it turned out.

"Weal, seeing as this place an' so active, I don't think no body would mind me taking a sip. Call me Frank," he said as he took a drink from the bottle. Setting it back on the bar he makes a vague gesture to her, "Well, come 'ere, lass. Don't be all shy like. 'Nless you're a vampire or anything. You are no vampire, aye?"

He seemed to tense up at that last question, suggesting he had a run in or two in the past with the creatures of darkness.

[Luna Lucianne]

She holds back her glare since she didn't know if McKlain wanted the rum or not. She walks over and grabs the bottle, along with the cap and sets it back on the shelf.

-If I were.. you would have been dead once you said hello.

She glances at him as she turns around and leans against the bar she was just on not too long ago. Her bandage was still lieing on the bar with a bit of blood on the inside. She gave no thought to it but now she thought he might know she was injured. Men were not something she liked, especially when they came straight out of the forest, as this one did. He rank of dead leaves and dirt. Not uncommon for one with a hunting rifle.

[GrayFox436]

He frowns dangerously as she returns the bottle to the shelf. Watching her closely he remembers the bandage on the counter. Glancing down at it, then at her, his ambiguous smile returns.

"So, you say you're the only one here, eh? Tell me yer name, lass. You know mine so its only fair, aye?"

He was using an overy-friendly tone, as if he were trying to strike up a conversation with a nieve child.

"That belong to you," he asks with a sidelong glance at the bandage on the counter top.