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 Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:57 pm
"Because at the end of the day, even capcom's zombie killers need a place to relax."
The location is nothing short of what you'd expect from the brilliant Albert Wesker himself. The decoration is reminiscent of classical high class mansions of the Victorian class. The lighting, soft music and comfortable sitting are there to relax all and make the experiance an enjoyable one.
If you wish for a different kind of experience, go through the pillars at the other side of the room and reach the well equipped bar. With a selection of anything you could ask for, and padded stools that invite customers to sit, this spot oversees the entire bar.
Lastly, want to do something much more active? Go up to the second floor. Built as two balconies that oversee the ground floor, each one has something to offer. The first a dance floor where you can dance the T-Virus off till no more with mirrored floors. If not, try the other balcony, equipped with a pool table as well as a card game table to host tournaments or friendly games.
PAID FOR BY ALBERT WESKER
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 6:23 pm
Jason Hatcher
At the bar
*slams down a shot of whiskey*
"Whew, that's the stuff. Wild Turkey, man, that's the good stuff. Anyone down for another round?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:02 pm
For now, Wesker stood behind the bar, cleaning a shot glass. So far he had been standing there quietly, eying all movement happening so far, but there had been no reason for him to have to do anything, let alone interact with the clients.
Let's hope this lasts.... he though to himself as he put that glass away and got another dirty one.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:57 am
Matt walked into the bar and heard the man with his glass. Wild Turkey? Whats he talking about? He thought. He was tired and needed to have a brake and stopped inside the bar and looked around. "Nice place." He said as he sat down alone at a table.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:18 pm
Louis walked in the bar even with his short 16 years and half but then he knew even after all he had been through he won a good cold beer.
Beer please! he said sitting on a table and lookoing through a window
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 11:39 pm
Wesker grumbled something under his breath when he heard someone order a beer. He had no one working for him at the moment so that meant being forced to walk out and deliver it, much to his annoyance.
Nevertheless he stopped what he was doing and pulled out an ice cold can of beer. The tin can was chilled to perfection, with some small ice crystals clinging to the surface. Stepping out of the bar with a glass in hand, he reached the table and poured the drink.
"Here..." he said in his usual, uncaring tone.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 12:34 am
"I thought you had to be twenty-one to be order to drink beer."He said looking over at the person who asked for a beer. He didn't look older than Matt so he doubted the guy was old enough but he didn't really care what he did. Matt then pulled a root beer out of his bag and began to drink it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:19 pm
"Once you make it by yourself and had kill everything and everyone in your way to get out of hell... You wint the right to order a beer at any age... and even Im 16 Im the best slayer on latin america... Im Louis by the way and I screw all over my undeath family so Im cold as a stone and I know who is that man... Albert Wesker the last man of Umbrella and TriCell. I though that he was toasted on the volcano... but guess you cant kill the weed by contact you do it from the roots. Maybe that will work for everyone here" said the young man drinking his beer and laughting evil by remember the way he killed everything and everyone on his way with no diference.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 3:55 am
Matt sat in silence after Louis had finished. At his words of going through hell he began to remeber fighting of a number of BOWS and running low on ammo and when he was forced to fight a Tryant without weapons luckily though he found weapon and killed it."Latin America? Never been there and don't really plan on going unless something...happens there that interserts me."He drank some more of the root beer he pulled out earlier after he said this."But enough about that I'm Matt by the way nice to meet you Louis."He said changeing the subject.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 5:38 pm
Nothing about the building surprised or fascinated Ada. She was used to Wesker's high class taste, it was something they shared in common. Even though the spy herself was hard to please, Albert always seemed to be overcompensating for something. Ada entered the bar area, walked to the counter where Wesker was working and leaned against it with a grin.
''Cleaning glasses and bar tending? I see you've finally found something you're good at.'' Her grin turned into a smirk. ''And such....interesting company you keep.''
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 4:46 pm
"Well Matt the pleasure is mine and trust me it was only on my homeland that had a lab the rest were safe of BOW... but well Hell wont be the same again not after this shity week" Louis said and he drink more of his beer finish it at a single long sip "Oh so she is the Ada Wong girl I found some files of Umbrella lab that was placed there look like after they fall the lab ened in ruins and the vrius leak but I found some good stuff there like cures files and guns!!!"He laughted
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 7:01 pm
"I see." Matt said as he finished the root beer and put the empty can back in his bag. He zoned out and completly didn't notice the woman come in.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 7:06 pm
(Hey, need any body to work here?)
Adora walked into the bar, messing about with her hair and went up to wesker, "Excuse me," she asked in her light british accent, "You wouldnt happen to be offering jobs, would you?" she asked with a smile, preparing to pull out a resume.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 9:08 pm
Ignoring any urge he might feel to...do something about the 16 year old boasting about killing undead and making fun of Wesker's encounter at an African active volcano, Wesker headed back to his spot at the bar, where he could oversee everything happening at his place of business, like a master looking upon the common folk that went about their lives as simple sheep.
By now a smile had crept into Wesker's lips as he continued thinking about his Master/Sheep-Servant analogies when a woman dressed in red from his past appeared on his sights and sat right beside him at the bar. In the years following their last encounter, she had changed little, if anything at all. Then again, neither had he in the past ten years, and women where too good when it came to that sort of thing. There's really no pint in trying to figure that out for now... he thought as he set aside what he was doing and looked at the Asian spy.
"Wong. My my...you do have a knack for appearing when least expected. And as for these...clients, revenues must be generated from someplace after all."
Just as he was getting ready to come at her with more of his verbal repertoire, a young woman with a Brittish accent and a warm smile that ruined his mood came up to him, asking for a job no less. His first instinct was to turn her down, but a quick glance at his patrons made him reconsider.
"Yes, your hired, provided you have experience of course." he said to the girl, as he studied her, trying to learn more about her from initial assessments, as he had learned to do in his years as an intelligence agent.
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