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              This is where the road
              brought you through busy streets
              and you're standing here thinking,
              "What the ******** am I doing here?"
              Yet you'll come in and you'll take time
              to better acquaint yourself
              with all those vices you thought
              you had rid yourself of years ago.



              ⊱ A thread by We Could Be Villains (We Could Be Heroes).
              ⊱ Art courtesy of Deviantart.
              ⊱ Violence, Gore, Drug and Alcohol use, and Sexual themes warning; reader discretion advised.
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              ⊱ Everyone is welcome until they make themselves unwelcome.
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              Assumed Owner
              : Errol.
              Bartender(s): Errol, Adon.
              Bouncer: [None]
              Cook: 45
              Maid: [None]
              Fortune Teller: Aisling.
              Medic: Fortune
              Musician: [None]
              Unofficial Janitor/Body Disposer: [None]
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                  xxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ The One Night Stand

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                  The One Night Stand is a place of legends, frequented by countless miscreants of Gaia; regardless the somewhat ancient and out of date appearance the complex is known for. In a less populated part of town by the docks, a line of closed businesses decorate either side of the street, with the quaint little bar seated right smack in the middle. From the outside, there’s little to the One Night Stand that sticks out, minus the small hanging sign with the name. A short walk from crumbling sidewalk to the door gives you a view of the entrance, which is decorated in archaic symbols most wouldn’t be able to decipher – but resonate a somewhat dark energy. As though offering warning to anyone who has strayed off the beaten path the knowledge that this bar isn’t your normal dive bar.


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                  The policy is open bar at the ONS, but usually when a bartender is available, they're willing to serve. The main barroom branches directly from the entrance, and a collective of tables, chairs and booths seem comfortably spaced for a large population looking to enjoy their privacy. The main counter is a different story, with stools tightly compacted for intimate conversations among the more social customers. Posters line the walls, stating various slogans, phrases and obscure rules - but they're ancient and falling apart, hinting at the true age of the run down establishment. The floors and walls are wood, and surprisingly clean considering the sort of patrons the bar attracts. Foreign runic symbols are engraved every so often, seemingly burned into the wooden surfaces evenly throughout the length of the building, and upon closer examination, one might note the strange and ancient magic they seem to contain.

                  The windows are spaced and dreamily paned, giving the outside world an almost artistic and surreal appearance to the viewer. A worn down sofa and love seat set are also available near the fireplace in the farthest corner from the door, which seems almost out of place in the rough and tumble main drinking hub, yet are a popular spot for those simply looking to get out of the cold.


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                  Through a door to the side of the counter, one would find the kitchen, and all the amenities provided within. This portion of the One Night Stand has been renovated in (semi)recent times, and has practical versions of the usual appliances and tools for preparing, cooking and storing food. The ingredients within are typical ones for an Americanized establishment, but once something is stocked, it has a tendency to be restocked at the end of each evening. In large writing across the wall beneath the door frame, it reads 'Please don't screw here! This is where we make our meals!' (This is the same message one would be able to find in the public bathrooms, but those are located off near the fireplace common area.)


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                  Leading down from the kitchen, through the back of the pantry, is a wine cellar that is used mostly for alcohol storage. The door is almost always locked, and has no real purpose other than to store Errol's collection of vintage wines.


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                  A stairwell leads from the entryway of the barroom to a long corridor of the exposed upper level, though it seems only to serve as a funnel for the seemingly endless rooms the inn portion of ONS is able to provide. More of the strange runic symbols cover the walls and floors of this hallway, and indeed are included in the rooms, should one choose to stay the night. Each room consists of a king sized bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a lamp, a chest, wall shelving, a personal bathroom and an alarm clock. These features never change, but other qualities of the somewhat uniform rooms might. Lucky guests have windows, and some are balcony view or fitted with bay windows. Others might have a vanity or extra chairs, or maybe even a full sized bathroom with a tub, rather than just a shower stall.


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                  Lastly, somewhere in the bar is a passage that leads underground, and through it one can find themselves traveling a series of intricate tunnels that seem to follow the metro system of the city. What the purpose of these tunnels was, no one is sure of yet, though the mystery may one day be solved, should anyone choose to investigate it.


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                  The city itself is similar to Boston, meaning it’s on the waterfront of the Atlantic (or whatever the Gaia equivalent would be). The weather, transit system and general look/feel are all the same, so keep that in mind when posting.

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                  xxxxxx⊱ Downtown


                  Downtown is considered the red light district and usually contains little police presence, due to how unmanageable the populace who live here is. The One Night Stand is located here, and this area is closest to the docks. Half the businesses are boarded up, and the other half are unsavory to some degree. Downtown also includes CLUB ANARCHY.

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                  xxxxxx⊱ Midtown

                  This is where the city generally thrives, and the area plays host to a rich mecca of culture and business, giving the economy just enough of a boost to continue it's steady life.

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                  xxxxxx⊱ Uptown

                  The rich and powerful live and work here, though it offers little else for the average citizen. Minus the more upscale activities one could partake in here, like the opera, this isn't the place to go for typical bar goer fun. It is, however, considered the safest portion of the city - meaning police activity is high and the crimes committed here are always kept track of and looked in to.

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                  xxxxxx⊱ The Docks

                  Remnants of the port city's past, the Docks are seldom bothered with by anyone outside the fishing and canning industries, though even those workers seem scarce now due to how uninhabited the waters have become in recent years. The businesses that still try their luck in this area do so ineffectively, and generally just leave behind more skeletons for the building graveyard it's become. Older houses encroach on the beaches, but they're few and far between, and only continue to exist because the city is incredibly proud of it's older properties and their 'historical value'.

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                  Episode 1 - 5/9/13






                  ⊱ White List
                  ♥ All the regulars.


                  ⊱ Black List
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                        ✖ Like the water when the sea got rough,
                        She was bored with the breeze, she was bored of her luck.
                        The winner and the loser told the fallen priest;
                        "That's a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief"





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                                      The albino blinked a few times at the empty bar room, shifting between pushing in chairs to their neighboring tables, and checking various scratches and scuffs to the furniture. Errol hadn’t worked here long, but in the time she had been tending to the strange tavern, she had taken note of how quickly the broken and battered collection of antique floor filler was mended; like they had furniture elves living in the walls. No matter what ended up broken, the next night would come and the object in question would be returned to its usual place with no more visible change to it than the usual ugly lacquered surface it had prior to breaking. Hand running over fair skinned features, Errol let it go for another night, not bothering to question just what this magic was (because there was no one to ask anyway), instead taking a seat behind the polished counter. Back to her Crossword puzzles and Sudokus.

                                      Maybe she’d get lucky tonight and someone would show up; though the lack of patronage was almost fitting. Under new management and all, it was expected there would be hesitation to trust the lanky female – but she had quite a bit of time to linger and wait. All the time in the world. Pen in hand, puzzle book in the other, Errol dragged light red hues along the page she currently studied, a quiet tune hummed under breath.





                                      --------- And holding everything he made her steal,
                                      She said, "Leave me alone, but just d o n ' txl e a v exm e here, all right?"
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                  A rather petite hooded figure strolled through the streets a new city. New information had guided Visibly the femme wore a rather over sized trench coat of sorts. Hooded with over sized sleeves. Still, supple violet skin was visible of what face could be seen. Piercing emerald hues with serpentine slanted iris that swept back and fourth. Quick decisive strikes of insight. Even so, if one get good a look under that hood they'd notice features that rivaled elvish perfection. Perhaps not of that lineage, but all the same. One could also note tabi and Waraji sandals, though one would have to recognize such outdated clothing to notice right? Regardless, a certain bar did come into sight. Senses tingled. Mystical? No. Just curiosity. A dainty perfect nose twitched slightly with a smile.

                  HACHOO!~

                  "Somebody's talking about me..."

                  Grumbled in a soft reserved little tone. Something caught between elegant and annoyed. That'd be Fu to the fullest. One of those massive sleeves would snag the door's handle, and open such to yield entry. To which the five foot six little Orochi would saunter on in. Not as much sway as a classy lady, but she was hiding her curves at any rate? A stool would be selected at the bar to be slid into. Violet hand reaching out from fabric to tap a pristine fingernail down on the counter's face. Not impatience. Just testing the material and feel.

                  "Do you serve soft drinks?"

                  Honestly if not for the creepy factor of being a mysterious figure, the ageless violet toned femme was rather sweet to the ear. Perhaps soft spoken, but sincere to some degree. For whatever that sincerity was worth in such a comment.
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                        ✖ Like the water when the sea got rough,
                        She was bored with the breeze, she was bored of her luck.
                        The winner and the loser told the fallen priest;
                        "That's a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief"





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                                      Small victories came in the form of finished puzzles, which would earn something of a smug grin from the albino behind the counter. Just minding her own business, still humming to herself, with little to steal attention from the collection of pages left to her chintzy little book-

                                      “Do you serve soft drinks?”


                                      “Oh Geez, you scared me!”
                                      Immediately Errol found herself jumping up, heart thumping hard against her chest, and she’d attempt hiding the small book while nodding once. “Yeah, we have all sorts. Coke? Pepsi? Sprite?” When had this woman entered? Better yet, how had Errol spaced out so much to miss her entirely? Guess when you weren't expecting anyone, that would be the perfect time for visitors to show up... All the same, the snow topped bartender would give her a moment to decide on what she was looking to order, though continued chattering, since this was a rare opportunity for the girl. “So, you new in town or just passing through downtown?” As rude as she may have seemed staring at the cloaked figure, Errol was guilty of just that; crimson orbs just lingering awkwardly on the potential customer like she was edible.





                                      --------- And holding everything he made her steal,
                                      She said, "Leave me alone, but just d o n ' txl e a v exm e here, all right?"
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                  The bartener was cute, had white hair, and was polite enough to even slide the puzzle book away. Keen eyes had already noted what she was doing, senses far too acute for her to shuffle so much without it going noted. Still, dives like this weren't always active. She had to pass the time some way right? If not solely for the fact there was no one around, the Orochi would peel her hood back. Revealing her own stark white silky straight tresses. A quick brush and a few rakes to pull out any rustle from the hood, and the violet skinned femme would offer a hand and a smile.

                  "Fu, and I'm just exploring for the time being."

                  Once any form of pleasantries had occurred in form of a shake, grasp, or otherwise, that soft digit would be stolen back into sleeve. Owner placing such in her lap as she straightened her posture and and gave the slightest tilt of her head. If it wasn't apparent before, by now that unnatural beauty had to stand out. Slightly pointed ears, angular face with drawn perfect features. Perhaps breath taking to men, spiteful for women. Or maybe in a sea of pretty faces no one cared to notice? If Fu was interested in looking good she probably wouldn't wear an over sized hooded coat? Still, this particular Orochi was interested in something else. Something much more mundane.

                  "Do you serve...Dr. Pepper?"

                  Derp...
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                        ✖ Like the water when the sea got rough,
                        She was bored with the breeze, she was bored of her luck.
                        The winner and the loser told the fallen priest;
                        "That's a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief"





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                                      “Fu?” Errol would pause briefly as she accepted the girl’s hand for a light shake, then seemed to snap out of whatever fog was heavily plaguing her attention. “OH! Your name is Fu. I see. I’m Errol, by the way.” Awkwardly she’d pull back and give another series of nods to the customer with the odd shade of skin, then duck down behind the counter briefly. If there were any in stock, they’d be close by, and after a moment or two of rummaging through the mini fridges below, Errol rose to her full height with a can in one hand and a glass with ice in the other. Setting them both down in front of the woman, she of course noticed her attractive features, despite being a shade most would deem strange. Having been seen the same way in her time, the bartender didn’t seem at all put off by the color; rather, she continued to look the girl in the eye when she answered, despite being one of the least comfortable people to chat with. For some reason, Errol just wasn’t very good at dealing with people, and often seemed quite the space cadet when put on the spot.

                                      “Exploring can be fun though.” Taking her seat again, the femme would shift her vision off to the entrance suspiciously, and then fall back on Fu. “The last time I spent time exploring, I ended up lost. Then I had a job here… Weird, right?” Shrugging, Errol offered a friendly smile. “Haven’t had many customers lately. I figured a new club nearby had opened up, but I have yet to see anything of the sort. Just a slow stretch I guess.”





                                      --------- And holding everything he made her steal,
                                      She said, "Leave me alone, but just d o n ' txl e a v exm e here, all right?"
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What would appear to be an old-fashioned covered wagon from down the street, would be pulled by two very special oxen: Teddy's musceles rippled, The inner workings of Roontag's Gaia-1 whined. Teddy would be sweating profusely if that was still something his body did.

Honking. ALL of the honking. They would NEVER stop honking... why not? Two freaks were pulling a modified dumpster down the street.

"I'll kill 'em. By God I haven't been taken in by a copper in months but I'll KILL 'EM!"

"Patience, Elder Teddy! The young gaianoids know not that they disturb you!"

"Oh, they KNOW all right... and I'm about to let dem know."

Before he could drop the heavy chain he drug, Roontag watched teddy drop his own 'yoke' stomp huffily back to the front car in the pack of honking cars and slammed a fist into a very specific spot on the hood, popping it up into the drivers view.

The male driver exited the vehicle and approached the still travel-poncho'd teddy.

"What the hell, doucheb-" Teddy whirled back around and spit rotting purid saliva all over the mans face. "TAKE A HIKE, ******** ZYGOTE! I PROBABLY KNOW YOUR GRANDFATHER!. KEEP YER' PECKER IN PLACE AND WAIT PATIENTLY LIKE THE RESTOVUM!"Even if the man wasn't afraid, he was certainly uninitiated to that smell, and he immediately retreated to his car and his precious purell.

[********' peckerwood upstart..." He trailed off in his grumbling, tugging ever fiercer against the chain and to their eventual destination.

Roontag said nothing. As an Elder, Teddy should have afforded a great deal of respect from his people and the fact that the man persisted meant he earned whatever foreign gaianoid tongue-lashing he recieved.

Finally, they pulled onto another street and the pressure of the traffic no longer dogged them.

"The 'one night stand', Elder?"

"Yeah, well yah know. I make a point to pick dives that coppers don't like fiddling around with. Makes it easier to keep my nose clean and my belly fed."

"What nose?"

"Ugh. Nevermind, we're here."


They parked the 'wagon' in front of the building and marched in, Teddy first with Roontag in Gaia-1 just behind, though Teddy didn't go too far in because he hadn't washed in about a week.

"Hey! Uh, Yah got any rooms for 'Gigantor the space-aged robot'?"
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Kato hoped on the boat and hugged Denki tightly, and then Maestro. He was so happy. The happiest little oprhan ever, he couldn't describe it. It was like the end of one of those Disney movies, a true happy ending.
" I love you Daddy." The kitten said with a blush, it was a bit weird to call him dad, but Maestro deserved the title and Kato had to let him know how much he loved him.

He didn't look back at the streets he survived on, nor did he think of what he had left. It was a new life. The kitten gave Maestro big apprasing eyes, and would dance with his new father when offered.
" Could be we..erm...famously!" Kato would butt-bump Denki and try to dance with him too if he wanted.

Giggling, he tried to keep up with the lyrics, when the song ended Kato reached up his hands to be picked up, giving small whimpers. It was his dream to be tossed in the air, and caught just like the fathers in the movies.. m-maybe he'd wish would come true, if not he'd be just fine being cradled.
"Maestro, w-where are we going?"


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                  A gypsy's curse on all the terrible a** bag establishments that didn't carry this divine nectar. Ok maybe Fu was just a bit obsessive. Still, when a can and glass were produced, this was enough to bring rise from the femme. Smile widened on delicate purple lips, one of those sleeves shifted, and violet flesh snaked into her coat slit. A small clip purse was produced. If one could get a good look they'd notice it was white snakes skin. Probably rare if genuine? Though by all means a five dollar bill would be simply plucked and the case would be snapped shut and slid back into whatever pocket it had been produced from. With that though, that being five dollars on the bar counter for the soda, the bubbly violet skinned Orochi would lift both arms up to either side. A quick few twists of each wrist, and those over sized black sleeves would fall and bunch at the elbow. Giving Fu freedom of the fabric to pick up her drink with both hands and sip at the beverage.

                  "Thank you."

                  More gracious sips. Because; oh how this yokai enjoyed her Dp. Giggidy.

                  "That is strange I suppose? Maybe it was meant to be?... Oh, and exploring is great fun. I've always believed in the journey more than the destination. The adventure as it were."

                  Odd words to hear from such a soft pleasant voice. Though she had a point. Perhaps one might even get the perception that Fu was a bit older then she appeared and let on? Or maybe she was still a ball of mystery wrapped in a loose hooded coat. Possibly oblivious or carefree? She did seem pretty content to have at that glass of brown bubbly.

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                  Enter Teddy and Roontag. ^^ The pleasant smile shifted to new entrants for all of a second. Bounce of silken stark bangs in process. However, after a brief and quick stab of piercing emerald hues, those serpentine slants were brought back forward. Not neccesarily to the bartender, just to help provide part of the 'lets all stare at the new entrants then look away quickly' movement of 07. Derp
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They had fun. He'd toss Kato up and down just like he wanted.
A family. This was something very precious to Maestro. Made him feel human.
Made him feel like a better person. Not having any of those violent urges like he used to have...

Time would pass.

Maestro was holding Denk in his right arm and Kato in his left.
Denki was fast asleep but Kato was somewhat still awake.
That question was a rather hard one to answer.
"I'm not sure Kato." Eyes of hazel started over the horizon, mist blocked vision and noises of water splashing obstructed his hearing. Looking down he would finally answer the rest. "But we'll be together." As soon as he said that he heard the fog horn blow. His attention pulled to look past the bow.
The boat trip was a little long but they finally made it to land.
He'd don his bandages and bag.

On shore Maestro was carrying Denki on his back and his head against Maestro's back, supporting with his left hand, while he held Kato to his chest and supported with his right hand.
Boy was this place rather busy. It seemed a lot of people were on that boat.
It was crowded and he couldn't find... Wait.
Looking up he saw a sign that read "One Night Stand."
...
Sounded sleazy... So the prices should be good. Maestro had little money on him and he would have to go to the bank to inquire about his accounts. However, he had enough for a while. No worries. Pushing the front door open with his foot and shutting it with the same, he was inside.
On further examination of the interoir he found it surprisingly nice... THere had to of been a catch.
That didn't matter right now.
What did matter was a room.

Foot steps moved towards the bar counter where Fu and Errol were at.
A peek behind him he noticed Teddy and Roontag's battle suit.
Wow. This was gonna feel like home... Hopefully not too much like the other play.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Maestro asked, a child in each hand basically. "I need a room for the evening. If I could just have a key I'll come back and pay... My hands are occupied right now."


Location: One Night Stand, Bar Counter: Customer Side
Company: All the "peoples"
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His tail would sway in joy, he'd finally been tossed up in the hair like in the movies and it was amazing! He couldn't wait to be offically adopted, m-maybe they could do more father and son things...like..liker go fishing or something? Kato snuggled against his chest, purring and pawing at him. "I hope one day Denki will call you Dad too..." He said softly in case Denki sudden'y woke up, but it didn't look like it.
He yawned from the long trip but atleast they made it to land, and straight to a bar.

" Daddy..s-should we get a motel?" He asked shyly, afraid it'd be filled with weirdos like the last place.

When they entered he turned shy and stuffed his face into Maestro's chest. Ears folded back and trying to avoid eye contact. Though when he stopped to speak to a lady, he couldn't help put perk out his ears and look over to see what she looked liked. "w-wow..she's pretty.." He said out loud by accident and could help but stare at her albino skin. Kato really hadn't seen anything like it.

"Who's that.." The kitten whispered to maestro, pointing over at the man in black who looked like some weird in a coat, Kato could of sworn it was a man, but it was in fact a woman.
The shape-shifter glanced around some another weirdo in a coat! But he was huge...kind of lookd like Teddy..kinda..Kato needed to be a 100% sure it was him, what with all these monsters running around. and..roontag?!
"HI ROONTAG, HELLO!! ROONTAG, OVER HERE!" he shouted with joy.

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                        ✖ Like the water when the sea got rough,
                        She was bored with the breeze, she was bored of her luck.
                        The winner and the loser told the fallen priest;
                        "That's a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief"





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                                      “Not a problem, Fu.” Beaming as the bill was pocketed, one would be safe assuming there wasn’t a cash register in this old place, but Errol certainly had room in otherwise empty pockets. “And I guess it may have been meant to be. Gave me something to do after my last job pretty much got s**t on.” Red eyes would roll at the thought of real-estate and that city by the bay that may or may not have been run down by plantlife. “All the same, if you happen to need anything, lemme know.” Again strange hues flickered to the entrance of the bar, only this time for better reason that a mere inkling of what was to come. Through the door lumbered two large figures, one appearing as any tattooed corpse might, complete with poncho and shades, while the other seemed some sort of robot. Now, Errol had seen strange things in her time on Gaia, but these two were quite a pair. “Hi, welcome to the One Night Stand. Can I get you two anything?”

                                      The bartender would wait to hear from them before continuing to pester the duo, though would find her attention once more shifting, now to the heavily bandaged man and his two kids in tow. “Awww, they’re adorable.” Errol said with a flash of a smile, already grabbing about under the counter for the box of room keys. When one was procured, she’d reach out and offer it to the gentleman and his children. “First room on the left. I can set up a tab for you, no problem, Mr.-“ Trailing off, she’d let him fill in the blank with a name. “I’m Errol, by the way. As I just told Fu here, just let me know if you need something.” Seems like the night was suddenly way busier than expected, but honestly, this is just what Errol had been waiting for. Company, patronage – something outside of crossword puzzles.





                                      --------- And holding everything he made her steal,
                                      She said, "Leave me alone, but just d o n ' txl e a v exm e here, all right?"

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