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((Hey Ich, Tali. ::waves:: ::pauses:: Hmm...think I'll have some IC fun, even if no one is around.))

The doors to Orion remained still, the room silent and empty. Though it wouldn't be that way for long. THe right door opened slowly to the night, just enough for a figure to drag himself in.

Caine leaned against the other door as the right one closed once he got in. He was breathing heavily, holding his right upper arm tight with his left, the right being bloodied, and limp at the moment. In fact, there didn't seem to be a part of Caine that wasn't torn or beaten in some way.

The wraps around his hands were torn and soaked with blood, his pants and shirt were jsut about the same, and the ragged black headband that wrapped around his head was almost shredded to the point of uselessness. A trail of blood streamed down over his dual colored eyes slightly as he leaned against the door, taking in deep breaths.

For him to look this beaten, something big had to have happened.

But even despite looking this ragged and bloody, and nearly at death's door, his cool, cocky laugh escaped from his lips.

"Heh.....heh heh.....so, he finally sent the big guns after me....about time too."

(( *sniffles* TALI-FISHIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! >; ))

User turned from the stool he sat on at the bar and watched as Caine dragged his sorry a** into Club Orion.
The Saiya-jin suddenly snorted loudly and then burst out laughing, "Awwww... look at the little fellow..."
He attempted to stop his chuckling and said, "D-did you trip and fall over, Caine?"
But he could stop himself from another burst of laughter, clutching his sides at what he find to be the funniest thing he ever saw.

(( OH DEITY!!! *hugglesnugglesdepressedrape* ))

((And miss the chance to mock Caine? I think not!))

Caine sent a killer look at User when he heard the Princling from the bar. The warrior stood up straight, a bloody spot left on the door where he was leaning as he limped over to the bar, his right arm hanging limply at his side.

He spat at the Princling, not caring if the blood hit him, or the floor by his foot as he walked behing the bar and picked up a bottle of Jack with his left hand.

"Don't speak so lightly about these wounds, Princeling. If I look like this as the victor, you don't want to see the other fools....."

He lifted the bottle and pulled the top off with his teeth, spitting it out. He took a long drink, the alcohol burning his throat and open wounds as it dripped down the sides of his mouth.

"But one survived....and even I had to run from that monstrosity...."

He glanced over at User with his gold left eye from behind the bar, his tail curling and uncurling in agitation.

(( Yesssssssssssss. *rapesJade* <3 ))