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Noko blinked almost in shock at reese.~ OH MY GOD ~* she squealed in her thoughts knowing she probably just hurt obsidians head but she didnt care. She turned her head quickly to hide the look of joy on her face. It was about time regina got a hot guy..

Reese smiled slightly. "Yeah, I can't complain either. My last room was a barred cell with lots of chains. And there wasn't much to say about the company. But, I think I could get used to this." He finished, his smiled becoming complete.

OOC: OK, Jen. smile I'll see ya tomorrow ... at least online

Adams luck had seemed to change, it had been a couple of dry weeks where he had to live of scraps and water, but now he was going for a audition.
A self proclaimed goth/alternative bar was hiring for a new bartender so he had called and they told him to come a before opening to see if he is fit for the job.
The sun was still up so he would hopefully make it in time, he had forgot his watch as always

He reached the building where the club was located, he had been told to go in through the back.
He knocked on the door and a moment later a pale man wearing a fishnet shirt and excessive amount of facial jewllery opened the door.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice was slow as he eyed Adam up and down.

“I’m here about the job opening.”

“Oh come on in, I’ll let Violet know your here, you can take a seat by the crates over there, I’m Ross by the way.” Ross went out to what must be the rest of the bar, Adam was now alone in large room with many crates all marked with various alcoholic labels.

A moment later a woman entered dressed in vinyl hot pants and purple stockings, a black tight fitting t-shirt with a Sisters of Mercy logo adorned her chest.
Her hair was massive, big black and purple synthetic dreds was tied in two ribbons on each side of her head.
“You would be Adam right?” She said with a smile and offered her hand and continued before he had a chance to answer.
“I’m Violet and I am the owner of this establishment, and tonight will be your audition.”

”Tonight?” Adam was a bit baffled, she was very forward and didn’t waste any time.

“Yes tonight, if everything goes smoothly you will get a long lasting position, so what do you say?” She spoke fast but gentle, she seemed hurried.

“I’m game. What will I do then?”

“A bit of this a bit of that, Ross will fill you in on everything, I think he is behind the bar at the moment so go there and you will be assigned to your task.” She quickly turned and went away, must have been in a major hurry Adam thought.


Moments later Ross was instructing him in all the things he was to do and don’t.
“And you know how to make a snakebite right?” Ross said and pulled a glass on the counter.

“Can’t say I do, no..” Adam replied.

“Oh boy are you in for a treat. Anyway it’s a kind of cliché goth drink that some patron prefer.”

” Half a lager and half a cider. Lager is what americans would call "beer" and that is basicly it, its somewhat lethal but thats half the fun! Also there is a Snakebite black basicly the same drink with a splash of blackcurrant in it, also known as a "purple nasty".”
Ross started to pour up the two variations and told Adam to try, when he did he was caught breathless.

”Shouldn’t have gobbled it down so careless huh?” Ross said and smiled and continued on his goth drink mix recepies.

“Also they might ask for a "red witch" - a snakebite with pernod and black in - not to be taken lightly under any circumstances, but it’s cool dont happen every day. A "Anaconda" is made with half a pint of Theakstons Old Peculiar and a bottle of Diamond White or other strong dry cider if were out a diamonds, got it?”

”Yeah I think so., anything else I should think of?” Adam said, he still had a itchy sensation in his throat.

Ross was eying him up and down with a perplexed look upon his face.
“Come with me, I have some spare clothes in the back and I think you will be much more of a hit if we spice you up a bit.” Ross was smiling brightly as he dragged Adam to the staff only room.

While inside there was a cloth rack and shelves for stuff, in the other end there was a bunch of boxes.
The one that Ross was standing over had a sort of childish scribbling over it, marked with statments like “Don’t touch or the Ross will eat you” and similar threats.
He pulled up a pair of vinyl pants and some spiky toed boots and black tape.

“Put it on” he said to Adam who was holding the tight pants.

Adam had slipped in to the pants and the boots, Ross had insited that he removed his shirt and at the moment he had he had started putting black tape around various parts of his torso and arms.

“Hold still or I’ll yank of the hair on your armpits” Ross said with a impish smile.

“So am I done?” he said looked himself over in the mirror, it looked pretty hot he tought.

“Nope we still have to fix your head a bit.” Ross dived down and pulled out a can of hairspray and sprayed Adam’s head untill he was covered in odd smelling cloud.

Adam winced, the smell wasnt tender on his hypper sensetive nostrills but he was holding his breath as Ross pulled and around with his hair, Adam dreaded the result.

His hair stood on an end, it was like “boffed” up and had more voloum than before, when he touched it was stiff and hard.

“Wow.”

”yeah... I know, I am a genius.” Ross stated and had a smug grin on his face.

Obsidian raised an eyebrow at Reese. Was he that eager? Well, she couldn't stop him. ONce Noko squealed she gave her adeath glare.

~Ya know, you're hurtin' my telepathical ears, woman.~ She chided. ~And if Pietro and Pyro have killed off my creations, I'm going to get Pietro first. He's my boyfriend after all. I'll let you maul them all afterwards. Pietro's a** is MINE.~

She waited and waited, shaking her head. Then she thought of something.

~Hey Noko... I've got a great idea, what would happen if we sent a copy of the picture of all of us in the cab, in an envelope to the brotherhood house?... Utter chaos. I want to freak Pietro out before I beat the s**t out of him.~

Pietro screamed angrilly and began punching John in the face repeatedly. He was sick of hearing how crazy this b*****d was... and kept punching until the boy wasn't talking anymore. Unlike John... Pietro was a far more calculated kind of evil. Though both of them were shaped toward this side for most of their lives, Pietro was taught one key element: control. Even if he did get angry, he never lost control. He was always fully aware what he was doing, the consequences therein, and most importantly the fact that he actually wanted to the things he did. Rearranging someone's room when it could be back exactly the same way was relatively harmless, it would piss off the occupant but if worse came to worse, it could be undone (often in a way that would even further anger the occupant). However, killing random people and burning down your own house was simply mindless, in Pietro's eyes, and would ultimately hurt you more in the end. Such psychotic disregard was intolerable, in Pietro's eyes, as he almost saw an honor in his villainy, and punks like Pyro only brought that image down.

However, it was this same level of control that kept him from actually killing John. He was already planning how to warp this to his advantage... but first things first. He quickly began to circle around the burning remains of the house, sucking the air out and smothering it before it could spread. From there, it was actually a lucky break that the remaining Brotherhood had fled either to the mall or just plain "anywhere else", as Pietro and John would be the only to witnesses, and John was insane.

Pietro sunk his fist into a few key areas of his body... bruising his ribs a bit, and smearing the small dribble of blood coming from his mouth all about his face. Yes... from here, he could look like the victim... the one who tried to stop the madman, who succeeded, but got badly beat up in the process. To the casual observer, it would look like he was the one who saved the day, and in his mind, that was just what he'd done anyway.

"Now all I need is some way to make myself pass out convincingly," he said to himself, eying John, who was still half-conscious.

"You know these two girls?" asked a voice from behind him, and handed him a picture.

"What the hell are... you..." Pietro muttered, before he noticed Obsidian and Noko about to make out.

Pietro fell flat onto the ground, letting the picture float over to John. Seconds later, a scream was heard as John went unconcious as well.

YAY!!! I ROCK!!!

Noko sat quickly back down in the cab the driver chuckling as she did. Once obsidian was comfy on her lap the driver took off. Nokos smirk was evident. " We should be on the watch tonight. Knowing our luck theyll storm the city. "