[ The One Night Stand - Lit. Walk-in ]

[We Could Be Villains]

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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"

Errol offered a confused look at first when Aisling passed the package, but it vanished when she connected the ‘payment’ to the agreement the two made some weeks back. Right, rent. Yes. Safe to say the bartender wasn’t entirely there tonight, her hands working on autopilot to grab a small box from beneath the counter. “Much obliged, Aisling.” The words were murmured to her business associate, soft and simple so not to keep her busy when it was apparent she had others to tend to. The albino often missed love connections in the bar setting, so the fact Taiga was hungrily pining for the gypsy was news to her – but not her immediate business. Again, Errol wasn’t in the mindset to snoop too much this evening. Envelope was tucked away quickly, then the box once more found a home on a bottom shelf behind the liquors, and the girl rose to her full height and stretched.

Of course, there were others to attend to, so without much ado, Errol glanced to the dapper gent from before and listened to his offers. “Sure. Serve whoever.” Another male had entered, dark haired and looking her direction; couldn’t be good after all the attention she had already received. Still, a smile was presented, forced even, and she asked, “Can I help you?” And of course, more than likely, Errol looked genuinely curious. Even when she was spacing out and somewhat irritated, she was naturally curious.










♛ --------- 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?"

[We Could Be Villains]

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✖ And I, I was your mouth,
Just giving it, just giving it;
As if they were my words
That spilled on the ground.

Taiga couldn’t help but grin, with that wolfish look in her mauve eyes, and her canines flashing. Of course Aisling didn’t know that she was more accurate than not when she spoke, but even so, the Fae wasn’t one to offer acknowledgement outside the staring. Caught in the act, or not, the watcher had her hues directed at the ample cleavage the gypsy chose to expose and would openly keep them in her sights until the second collection of words were uttered. “I’m sure you fancy yourself quite the intellectual.” Taiga jabbed in her own lyrical tone, a hand rising to meet a collection of her violet highlighted bang. Tucking the wispy strands behind her tipped ears, the Fae wandered closer and took a seat at the bar next to the buxom fortune teller, a smile forming over glossed lips.

“So witty. Hard to resist you.” The Fae leaned over the counter just a tad, groping at bottles lining the shelves below, then snagged one in particular and uncorked it. “But did you ever think that maybe I showed up at this bar for other reasons?” A slender brow was raised briefly in question before she added with a small scoff, “Not that I’ve been renting a room here or anything. No, I simply show up to stalk you, or be stalked by you. Whichever happens to be the case at the time.”






♛ --------- But you, you were my rock;
Just c r u m b l i n g, crumbling.
And now my fooling has turned our love to dust.

[Mayhem Villains]

>>> Aiʂliɳg

Cross my heart and hope to die, that I only stay with you one more night.

Aisling was hardly deterred by Taiga's snarky tone or wandering eyes. She allowed the Fae to drink in the view for a few moments, before her arms were pulled froward from the bar. The jacket fell closed again, as if hiding a prize the other woman had yet to earn. Despite enjoying each other's company multiple times over, they forced one another to fight for it. Perhaps the was the allure of the relationship. The oracle quickly remembered how she was supposed to be upset with the disappearing dame, so she allowed the smile to waver a bit as Taiga sat down beside her.
"We can't all get by on looks alone," she retorts, barely missing a beat as she trailed her response one the end of the Watcher's as her own words were mocked.

Waving a hand, she cocked her head, the strands that fell over her shoulder were simply red now, the bleached ends grown out and cut. She turned in her seat, facing the bar and its liquor-lined shelves once again. She noticed the envelope was gone and flashed an appreciative smile to Errol, who had wandered off to tend to other patrons. Yellow eyes remained fixated on the bar for a few moments, before flickering up to take note of perfect Faerie profile.
"Well, you're the one that does all the stalking," she points out, watching as Taiga haphazardly chose a drink for the night. Quirking her own eyebrow briefly as she continued.
"Disappearing for days at a time whenever and then showing up out of no where and standing behind me all creeper like."
Her brow seemed to furrow as she continued, revealing that she may have been disappointed with Taiga, perhaps even hurt though she would never allow her tone of features to reveal it. There was a frown at the corners of her bowed lips.
"Besides, you know only only rent that room to try and seduce me into it."
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[bunnysan]

Kato CopyCat

The toddler sniffled in the hotel bedroom feeling lonesome as usual but today he would be brave and be all alone down in the bar and perhaps the streets. The little cat boy giggled mischeviously really excited to make some friends or to find some dust bunnies to play with. Kato shyly stepped downstairs and wiggled his fuzzy black ears before folding them back and looking at the floor a bit afraid to make any eyecontact.

The little boy sat on the bar stool and spun around waiting for something interesting to happen or perhaps he'd make something happen himself. The young boy smiled and starts jumping from stool to stool. In Kato's mind he was an adventurer jumping over lava ponds and trying to find lost treasure.

[The Blood Red King]

The day was Monday and for most it felt like any regular Monday. More than just a few held themselves a little higher this day. One such person was Morik D. Delat. Steel gaze, smirk lifting one side of his lips, and top-hat tilted. He walked as if arrogance had manifested itself in his very soul. Branching out like wayward tendrils to fill his being with the feeling of being awesome.

He wore green today. Forest green vest, with thin stripes of a darker shade running down, lay unbuttoned. Shirt was of olive green, equally messy. The tie matched his vest, left loose around his neck. While his coat hung over his left forearm.

It wasn't that he was anyone spectacular that made him feel this way. It wasn't how someone looked upon him, and his crazed golden eyes. It was more of an inner feeling. When one or maybe a whole bunch of days in a single year made one just reflect upon themselves and consider that they indeed are awesome. If someone said someone was, it paled in comparison to simply feeling it.

He wasn't defined by this feeling, he simply enjoyed it. "Ahhh," A rose had blessed him with the scent of nature. Truly beautiful, reminiscing of his younger days as he walked into the bar. Morik peered around with the rose still pressed to his nostrils.

[bunnysan]

Kato CopyCat

Malfunctioning Human

Having fun with his imagination the kitten stop and hid in the corner of the bar when he heard a new stranger walk in. Kato wasn't too comfortable people since he spent most of his days stuffed in the hotel room watching TV or looking out the window. The shape-shift wiggled his nose and let the scent of the rose tingle up his little nostrils and let our a relieving sigh. It was very pleasant.

The like scamp tip-toed from hiding and approached the stranger. Kato looked up and leaned back as far as he could to see the strangers face. He was so short it was hard to get a look at any of the adults. Once he saw his features the kitten gave the man with the rose a soft poke and a small smile.

"um...what kinda flower is that?"

The little boy asked softly in a tiny voice with ears folded back. It was okay if he was ignored because Kato knew that most adults didn't really like kids. Only their own.

[The Blood Red King]

Morik looked down at the small boy, who was a kitten. With a gentle smile he reached down to give the boy a pat on the head. "Well this is a Rose. Something that is often associated with love, romance, and that dreadfully stupid valentines day. I prefer the ol' fashioned whimsical love. The kind that just...." He paused as he brought the rose up to the side of his head. The stem was aligned with his index finger, and his thumb symbolized the hammer going off in a gun. Firing this flower gun, seemed to cause the rose petals to disappear, but then seen exploding out the other side of the man's head. "Blows one's mind." A little magic trick to entertain, as magic was meant to do.

Still smiling he swatted the stem across in the midst of the floating bits of rose. Miraculously it came back together, and he handed the flower to the young boy.

"I'm curious." With that he was suddenly on the ground, just plopped right on the floor. Laying flat on his stomach, chin resting on his fingers and he just stared for a moment, "How does a child enter a bar without being escorted out? Good at hiding?" Morik asked with a raised brow.

[BaconBunch]

♚ ♛ ♜ Jolene Ramo ♝ ♞ ♟

☢ ☠ - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☠ ☢
I'm toxic darling, don't tip me over. I might spill on your pretty face.
♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟


Jo wore a Glen Plaid black and white tube top under an old worn biker's jacket, cuffed high-waisted purple shorts, black combat boots that were laced up half-way to her knee, and a series of gold and silver chains, one of them with a chain that was hidden and unknown under all of the others but hung low and held a thick silver cross. She wasn't particularly religious, but she still liked how the necklace looked, and no one would judge her otherwise. Her lips were a plum pink and her eyes were piercing and winged.

Despite her recent emotional turmoil with the incident with her abusive brother, she was rather good at hiding her emotions, something that usually frightened people when they saw her transform her moods and personalities in the matter of seconds at will. Her face remained calm and she walked downstairs into the bar, sat at a stool, and began scribbling notes into her journal. There were two people near, one unknown and then Maestro's loved child/pest thing that always seemed to bug the girl. They were a sight, indeed.


♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟
You wouldn't want acid all over your pretty face, now, would you?
Theme Song
Outfit
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[[ Must. Start. Roleplaying. Again. ]]

[bunnysan]

Kato CopyCat

Malfunctioning Human

( oh my god i love him. emotion_kirakira )

The little boy winced when patted actually not expecting it but once again looking at morik he smiled more comfortably. "Rose" He repeated the new word. It felt funny his mouth, tongue twisting in a strange shape for the pronounciating. Kato listened intently to this strange magician and gave off curious and amazed expressions never seeing magic infront of his eyes. The only magic he ever saw was the television suddenly going black.
"aahh! coooooooll!" he shouted clapping his hand in apprasial and bouncing in his feet out of excitement.

As he he continued to listen with perked up ears "What does whim...whimimm..mimumu, whimumusacal mean?" He asked also wondering what Valentines was but the better question was who was this man? Kato felt like he belonged right next to the chesire cat with his elegant words and mischevious-like character. At least that was the feeling Kato got.

The little cat boy layed down on the floor with him with palms holding up his chin (trying to copy morik ) and waving his black tail.

" My dad lives upstairs and sings down here but sometimes i think he forgets about me... but today i snuck out and came here to play. heee. I'm Kato and erm, what's your name? You're cool." the boy gave a soft smile wondering where his father was actually.

[The Blood Red King]

bunnysan

Morik had to let out a chuckle at the way the boy tried to sound out whimsical. It was very adorable, and Morik couldn't help but have that little joyous laugh. "Well my name is Morik. Pretty plain, but I like it. Do you like your name Kato? You should. It's yours. But then if you don't. You could change it. Because it's yours to change!"

A little nod as to why the child could stay here, and it seemed to be a solid enough explanation. And it was nice to have someone just amazed by his magic. It made him happy to see the astonished gazes one would get. Now here is where things get strange.

A quick snatch with one hand, then Morik jumped up. "Time to play a game. This is your tail." He waves it around. It swished as if it were still attached to the boy. "I got it. You have to get it back.....now.. TIME TO RUN!" Morik sprinted across the bar floor, holding tightly his hat.

[Leonardo -S- Virunas]

Rather then enter through the front entrance, or by any door in general, a tiny figure would bust a single window pane open as if someone had threw a brick in from outside. Yet, immediately after one would notice the miniature enticing devilish chibi form floating inexplicably while brushing himself off. With two over sized scarlet pools of perception he'd pivot his small sensual form about to witness whoever was around with an cutely annoyed expression.

"I'm not paying for this. As far as I'm concerned you all failed to include a means of entry for those not so sizeably incline. So this is my new door."

Speaking matter of factly as his lithe form stretches exaggeratedly, defying gravity completely before lulling his luminescent gaze from the broken window with a gesture before floating at head level off towards the bar. Clad in a fluently changing black attire draped across his rather suggestive form, complete with little mini black wings floating unattached to his back as if responsible for his ability to zip around at will.

[bunnysan]

Kato CopyCat

Leonardo S. Tensatsu

Malfunctioning Human

Kato looked confused, especially with a his scrunched up face. He never had the thought of changing his name or even realized that he could if he wanted to. "You can do that?" He said in amazement and felt obligated now to change his name since this information was so precious. But before thinking too hard the Magical Morik stole Kato's beloved body part.

The naive child widened his eyes and had his lip quiver as he realized he had been robbed. Unsure if this was a game or an actual robbery the kitten chased him as fast as he could with hands reaching out to grab him, possibly steeping on the mini devil while in pursuit. " MY TAAAIIL!" he shouted not checking if it was a sort of magic trick and kato's real one was still attached.

" Morriiikkk!!! Slow down!" Kato pleaded seeing Morik gain distance. He huffed tired of running and stopped with a smirk " Okaaay you can steal my tail but--" Then a sudden cloud of gray puff and stars surrounded Kato.

Transformed into a doppelganger of Morik he stuck out his tongue mockingly and played with his hat. "I'll steal your identity~! You're it! " he giggled and ran outside hoping that Morik would chase after him now.

[BaconBunch]

♚ ♛ ♜ Jolene Ramo ♝ ♞ ♟

☢ ☠ - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☠ ☢
I'm toxic darling, don't tip me over. I might spill on your pretty face.
♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟


The shenanigans of the two brought a soft smirk to Jo's delicate plum-tinted lips, her honey golden-brown eyes fluttering and shining through her thick black eyelashes. This was a rare sight; There was a child there, so innocent with such a pure perspective of life, like he had never felt pain, and that he had no cares or worries in the world, and then there was a man, whose perspective of love was one she wished to have although one she couldn't believe apparent for herself. Although she looked confident, she was very alone. Very unloved, and more so a victim of abuse and neglect. She had never felt love like that, nothing whimsical or unexplainable with experiment. She watched them frolic to and fro around the room, tussling her short and fluffy black hair, unafraid of being spotted staring.


♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟
You wouldn't want acid all over your pretty face, now, would you?
Theme Song
Outfit
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[The Blood Red King]

baconbunch

bunnysan

Laughing hysterically Morik had barely noticed the chase had stopped. When he did, he found himself staring at an exact duplicate. And he did dare to say, "So that's how sexy I am." Chuckling at his own words, Magical Morik knew what this was. Yet he did not mask how impressed he was. Someone so young, so masterful. It shocked him.

Time though, for the hunter to become the hunted. To which the new hunter is hit by a cleverly laid out trap. "Ooo, I can already feel the goosebumps! I'll be the best damn IT you'll ever see!!!" This game meant there was something terrible that would surely befall Morik if he gave into the obvious goading.

Well it was too late to have thought about that, since he was on the boy's tail. Rushing after him, Morik's eyes flashed across the crowd. He caught a lady staring. He held his eyes upon her for a long moment. It felt like they connected, on a spiritual level. A more physical connection was the table to his gut, that he had forgotten about because of the staring girl. "Umph!" Hat rolled off head and down onto the table. Coat lost to the ground, and his body curled over. Only to hold the tail up to use as his motivation, his goal, to stand once more. Proud. Dignified, and slight pain just higher than the pelvic area. He went after the boy.

Leaving his stuff far behind.

[Trexasle]

Name: Leontias Métaliene

*Crash*

The sound of shattered glass echoed through the bar, loud enough for anyoneone in the vicinity of the bar to instantly take notice. The reason for the shattered glass, was none other than Leon, the extraterrestrial bard, being flung through the window, his bloody body skidding onto the surface of the bar. Leon’s black hair was caked up with dirt and disheveled from the conflict with a few guards outside. He had attempted to hide himself away from the guards however; they took notice of his jacket before any sort of escape was even possible. He was quickly overwhelmed and beaten for his attempts at defending himself. The bard slid off of the bar, and literally onto the lap of Aarin De Silva, who quickly chuckled at his guards efficiency at capturing their target. With a flip of his electric blue hair, Aarin cradled Leon’s chin with his own hands, and grinned from ear to ear.

“Funny, I ask for you and you fall right into my lap.” Arrin chuckled. The hat wearing male then placed the hat on the head of Leon. “I believe this belongs to you my friend.” He blinked for a second, staring at the alien in disgust. He noticed the burn on the right side of his face and grinned in glea, it seemed it Firestarters did their job quite well on his men. However, it didn’t seem it was good enough. There was no reason for him to be staring into the green eye of Leon, the LONE survivor of the 13th Battalion. It disgusted him that they have failed in their duty of wiping out the battalion, yet alone leaving a Thunderborn alive. Aarin snatched the hat from Leon’s head and kicked him. The kick sent Leon flying off of his lap and into a couch. The pulse near Aarin’s arm was loud, obtrusive, sounding like a heart in it of itself, suddenly transforming into what seemed to be a black tentacle arm.

“You’ve been a thorn in my side for too long Thunderborn…” It seemed like the two were obviously suffering from unfinished business