Nightmaratic Tavern // Literate //[Fight yards open! ]

[Trochilus_Pluto]

((Yes I agree it is))

[Surge the Sadomasochist]

They called me the Leather Apron
They called me the smiling Jack

((Hello and who might you be?))

They prayed to the heavens above
That I would never ever come back

[Trochilus_Pluto]

((Your worst nightmare >D ))

The phoenix strolled down the hallway clutching a text book, she was hungry and snuck out of her room for a well deserved snack. Scarlett looked to the left and the right to make sure no one was around, she perfered to be on her own when her teacher was not around.

[Surge the Sadomasochist]

They called me the Leather Apron
They called me the smiling Jack

((LMFAO, I am a nitemare dear. You could never compare to me.))

Across a desolate part of the area where the Nightmaratic Tavern sat came a sudden gust of wind, which was quickly followed up by a huge sandstorm, but the sandstorm was the least of the worries, it was what the sand storm contained that would be crucial. As winds kicked up to speeds of over 100 miles per hour, they would start to twist and mold, the sand a very distinct and intricate blood red color. Soon the sand storm slammed into the front of the inn with a huge force as it swarmed around the inn itself, seeping through whatever cracks it could as sand would start to pour into it.

The calm after the storm: It had finally stopped, but the inside of the inn was covered in sand, but it had all gathered directly in the middle of the bar room entrance as it was spread across the floor. Soon it would start to come together, building over each other in small amounts as it would soon flow from the ceiling down to the floor and flow from the floor up to the ceiling, meeting half way. A figure would start to form out of this sand, the appearance on the outside a mere shell of existence as this being came to be. The blood red sand soon ceased to be seen as a dark blood red figure stood before whoever was in the room itself. The Blood Red Sandman had returned.

They prayed to the heavens above
That I would never ever come back

[Trochilus_Pluto]

(( redface I suppose not))

Young Scarlett jumped watching this red matter fly in and about all around her lanky body. She backed up against the bar reaching for the fruit bowl. In her mind she wanted to grab as much fruit as she could and book it back to her safe room. She struggled with the balance act and something gave way, the english text book dropped a few feet infront of her. Her eyes traveled from the book to the now formed figure and she stood not sure what to make of it. Standing still like a deer that had been spot lighted the girl tried to blend into the bar but that was not easy she was trying to balance: three pears, four mangos, one banana, two apples and one pineapple.

[Surge the Sadomasochist]

They called me the Leather Apron
They called me the smiling Jack

The Blood Red Sandman stood there and looked around, soon his eyes falling on the women who stood at the bar, seemingly scared out of her mind as she looked at him. Walking towards where she stood by the fruit bowl, a thin line of sand would follow behind him, but would come back to his body as it followed him like a living organism itself. He soon stood in front of her as he reached around to her right side and pulled a Dr. Pepper from the cooler, his eyes remaining on her.

They prayed to the heavens above
That I would never ever come back

[Trochilus_Pluto]

Scarlett remained still her eyes looking for a possable way around him. Though he could see her terrified body language, her own rouge feathers upon her wings were shaking. She let the pineapple drop and in a panic she leaned down to pick it up. On the back left hand side of her neck there was a small tattoo, many slave owners branned there slaves. It was a L with a M hooked to the edge, the L stood for the slave trader and the M stood for Materinty.

[Raayven darkwing]

The man, the man who walked upon the barren earth. The man, who hated feeling anything. The man, looking wraith like in all of his appearance seemed to explode from a wall. From the deepest pit of the neither world, no, no, not the one belonging to Satan, or some elven god of chaos. One that existed on the planet, yet did not. It was neither happy, nor truly sad, but it had a strange darkness to it. Both alluring, and quite scary. As the being was birthed from the darkness, and into the material plains from the wall a swarm of hands glided out to grab the being. Large hands, small hands, but they were all the same thing, vengeful and hungry. They wanted the being!

They wished to punish the thing, for leaving the darkened plain. From leaving Animus' domain. They wanted to pull the creature back, and so they grabbed tight to his cape. To his body, they wrapped! With a lustful want they began to pull him in.That was untill a strange light hit its eyes.

It was like awakening from a sleep. From death. From everything all at once. Memories flooded to his mind, in split seconds, and then that ghastly thing happened. Jutting from the thing's own back were a series of spikes, reaching out to impale the hands. The hands quivered, screamed out, and went back into the vast emptiness that was the nothing.

Soon all that was was silence, as that wraith like being layed upon the floor. The spikes soaked back into his body, as it gave no indication to pain. It just layed there, just layed there, just layed there!

[Trochilus_Pluto]

Scarlett picked the pineapple up and ran towards the other end of the bar, if it didnt attack her than she was safe. She huffed hard sitting ontop of a table setting the fruit down on the seat. Her feet perched very bird like as she held a rome apple to her delicate lips. Slowly she licked it than repeated the process for every peice of fruit. It was barbaric and childish but she had come from unfornate circumstances were manners were shrugged upon when it came to other areas of character.

[Raayven darkwing]

He growled, rolling over, to rape his nails against the floor. Large red marks were upon holes in its outfit, from the hands which clawed upon him earlier. He stood up lightly, wobbling with a void expression. His hand, clawed, and scaled moved to his head. His head hurt, and he felt as if he got s**t faced last night. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

[Trochilus_Pluto]

No verbal communication was made only that of a crisp crunch. The phoenix chewed the bit of soft rome she had just injested. Pieces of it littered her lips and jaw her. Another loud "CRAWK" as she moved along the surface her eyes watching this new commer from the dull lights.

[Raayven darkwing]

His eyes darted to the noise, and suddenly he twiched. Rather insanely, it was evident the noise urked him. He stood there for a second, remaining in place. Then he moved to the counter, dragging his hard nails heavily upon the counter.

[Trochilus_Pluto]

Scarlett dropped the core beside her and moved to the next apple the sound of clicking and chewing heard. She watched huddling the food closer to her body, no one would take it from her! Her wings arched up much like a garogyle she sat eatting and waiting for that thing to approach her.

[Raayven darkwing]

A large clawed hand jutted from the beings back, snaching a apple, only to place it in his more normal hand. He pulled the apple to his lips, making sure to eat it extra loudly to encorage her spite.

[Trochilus_Pluto]

The phoenix watched as he bit into the apple she had made sure to lick well. Dropping her own apple she made a low growl come from deep with in her throat. As as a child in the slave trade she had other slaves, older ones steal food from her often. She pounced out rashly her wings beating as she hovered trying to take back what was rightfully hers.