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 Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 8:46 pm
Crystal starts heading the way that the smell of the car went.
-At the Bar-
"Comin' right up." He gave Arell the beer and went to get the oysters.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 8:50 pm
Antigua went into the convenience store and bought a Big Gulp of soda as she waited for the gas tank to fill up.
Meanwhile at the bar, Arell nursed the beer and took to watching the football game going on the TV above the bar, the smoke still hanging out of his mouth.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 10:55 pm
Crystal drove on, stopping every now and again to sniff and see if she was still on the right track.
-back at the bar-
The bartender brought the plate of 20 shucked oysters out to Arell and set them on the bar.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 6:03 am
Antigua came out of the gas station and saw a motorcycle driving up a few paces and then stopping to . . . sniff the ground?? Is she on the Ganja or something? she thought, then suddenly realizing who it was. "Cat-girl! I be over here, sweetie! I got me sometin' t' tell you!" She shouted as she stopped again.
Meanwhile, Arell started slurping down the oysters with the hot sauce and beer. Crystal briefly exited his mind as he went into the oysters.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 4:35 pm
Name's Ash. Used to be like any other punk loser, working a dead-end job in S-Mart(Housewares, to be exact.), until I became the Chosen One, destined to save the world from the forces of darkness, and once and for all destroy it's Infernal instruction manual, otherwise known as the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis, the Book of the Dead. I've been pushed from reality to reality like a full plate of hot food's pushed from Olsen twin to Olsen twin, but that's all part of the job. I get it now. Let's just see what kind of dump I get thrown to this time. And let's see how long it takes for the sky to start falling...
The strong-chinned stranger shuffled through the doors and into the bar, lugging his heavy black guitar case, and his blue shirt(and harness) concealed by a black leather jacket. However, his gauntleted right hand was exposed, not that many payed all that much attention to it. Ash had the haggard look of someone who was tired, and sat at the bar, placing his "guitar" next to him, and raising his left hand to signal the bartender. He didn't care about the jerk next to him eating seafood, he just wanted to find some sort of hotel, or someplace secure, and get some sleep for once...sleep was a precious and rare commodity for a job title like his.
"Yo, barkeep! One beer, huh?"
Ash gave a yawn, scratching his face, the stubble itching a bit. He couldn't remember when he'd last shaved...
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 4:45 pm
Crystal's ears perked up as she looked over and smiled, heading over to her. "Hey, what's up?"
-At the Bar-
The bartender and a bunch of the bar goers stopped what they were doing once again to see another new comer.
The guys at the pool table started putting up the equipment from the game. "Hey Mr. Lemit. We're gonna be gettin outta here, too many unfamiliar faces."
"Alright Paul. You two be safe on those roads out there." The barkeep said, opening the cooler. "What brand you want, son?" He asked the scruffey man that had just entered.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 4:54 pm
Antigua smiled and wrapped Crystal in a bear hug. "I got news for you abou' de Gator . . . he name be Arell. He's at Pierside!" the Jamaican said as the pump stopped filling up the car. She got the receipt for her gas and got in. "Good luck, catgirl!" she shouted over the rumble of the car and Bob Marley blasting as the Chevy did a burnout.
At the bar, Arell looked over to the stranger. "How long you been playin' guitar, bud?" the Cajun asked, taking a drag on the smoke, the Twenty oysters shucked, the shells scattered on the tray, empty after the Cajun downed the raw oysters, hot sauce, beer and all.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 5:02 pm
Encouraged by the dusky atmosphere and the faint rockish song playing on the radio, Ash decided to ignore the pool players acting like the snob mongoloids they were, and glanced over at the bartender.
"Just a Bud, nothin' fancy."
He was taking a risk, of course, ordering a Bud, who knew how history was twisted or rearranged here. Ash didn't bother thinking of this, of course, but such problems could possibly arise, the next time he was sucked into some psycho reality. It was then that the fellow next to him spoke, and Ash raised a brow in annoyance..but, he wouldn't slam the guy, he'd try to be nice tonight. He wasn't in the mood for bullshit, his own or anyone else's.
"Not long, so I don't take requests."
Ash prayed that what was inside the case wouldn't have to come out for any reason...
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 5:11 pm
The bartender pulled the beer out the cooler and put it on the counter in front Ash, he then went back to cleaning the glasses as a few of the other patrons paid for their tabs, the football game over with. The team they were rooting for lost horribly and they weren't in the mood to stay out any longer.
Outside Crystal stopped in front the bar and seafood shack, taking off her mask and hiding her ears and tail from view, she walked inside.
She looked to the bar and smiled. "Hey Mistah Lemit." Her own Cajun accent now thick as swamp mud.
The bartender smiled and looked at the woman, who was dressed all in black with a trench/duster on. "Well hello there Crystal." He went to making a drink.
She sat down on the other side of Arell. "Hey there hansom."
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 6:17 pm
Arell smirked, downing the rest of his beer. "I ain't known fer playin' either." he said in that low Cajun Growl.
Arell smiled as Crystal came in. 'Ey dere, che'. Sum'in' tells me I seen you befoah." the Cajun said, putting some money down for another beer and oysters.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 6:21 pm
Crystal smiled as the barkeep placed a Mudslide and a Pina' Colada in front of her. "Well then that sumthin' is shure right on da money, honey."
She smiled up to the barkeep. "Thanks shug. I'll also take an oyster."
He turns gets Arell the beer and then goes off to get more oysters.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 6:31 pm
Arell smiled at Crystal. "Che', I knew dere was hope 'round here findin' 'nother Cajun!" the Cajun said, relaxed that there was finally another Southerner around.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 6:35 pm
"So what part of da south you hale from?" Crystal asked Arell.
The bartender returned with the oysters and placed them in front of Arell and Crystal. He then turned to Ash, "Anything else I can get you?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 6:43 pm
Arell laughed. "I'm from Breaux Bridge. Right in de bayou lan'. You?" the Cajun asked, curious at the beautiful woman that entered his life.
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