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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:11 pm
Inside, Mot was flailing and whimpering like a pansy scareling. Outside? He looked Jacking chill. His thumbs slipped through the belt loops of his pants, a smug look about him.
These bodyguards were certainly tough. Roch was trying his best to sweet talk them into the place. Mot wasn't sure if it was going well. "Yeah, don't worry about us. How much of a threat do we seem to be anyway?" Mot pulled up a sleeve, revealing little to absolutely no muscle on his arm. "I assure you subduing us will be of little effort on your part, weapon or not."
Please let us iiiin. Don't make me climb in through a window!
...again.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:16 pm
"What's your name, kid?" the were asked.
"Mine?" Roch asked. "Or his? His name's Mot. I'm Roch."
"Your full name," the were said. "You smell... familiar."
Well, s**t. "You're not related to Fang, are you?" Roch asked, only to get a droll look as the were crossed his massive arms over his even more massive chest. "Roch... ester... England... Scythe," Roch muttered darkly,
"Alright, come on in. But the instant you start s**t, kids or not, you're getting your asses tossed out, got it?" the were said, stepping out of the way.
"I really hope you weren't lying about being able to sing," Roch whispered to Mot as they went into the dingy, smokey underground room. They had to go down stairs just to get into it. It was sort of like being in a tomb.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:36 pm
Was that really Roch's full name? That was certainly a mouthful! Regardless, they were in! Success!
"Not lying. I can sing. I promise no eardrums will be raped by my voice." He answered back, his hand over his heart and another in the air as if pledging the truth and nothing but. He followed Roch down into the seedy looking place. "Though I've never performed before..." Again, the wailing scareling inside was scared as Jacking Hell, but Mot pushed that fear away in the name of.. well in the name of not being a pansy. Had it really been so long since he'd done this sort of thing? Gracious, his mom had almost succeeded into turning him into a studious well behaved boil! How awful!
Okay, Psyche yourself up, cowboil! Mot mentally cheered himself on as they got to their destination.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:39 pm
Dangerous looking fellows turned mid-game to watch the boils walk in. It was somewhat like walking into a lion den, covered with meat, but Roch was going to ignore that fact. The tables were covered with cards, the smell of rotting and blood thickly mixing with the cighoulette smell, making him feel a little light headed.
"The stage is right ahead," the were called with amusement. "Keep goin, boils, you'll make it!"
"d**k," Roch muttered under his breath.
"Don't think I didn't hear that!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:49 pm
Mot tsked under his breath and whispered to Roch. "Wait.. what are we going to play? Is there something we both know? Crap... we need a... pla...n..." Mot stopped in his tracks.
Gambling.
Everywhere.
"Maybe... just a couple of rounds before we play?" Mot asked dreamily, eyeing all the seedy persons in the place, judging how much of a risk each table would reel in.
Mot shook his head. "No. Need the money first." He reminded himself, slapping his face to get back to their dilemma. They reached the stage. The stage.
Jack oh Jack, what would they do?
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:54 pm
"Do you know any songs at all?" Roch asked, adjusting the strap of his guitar and tuning up as he stepped onto the stage. He turned, looking at the crowd. "How about Black Magic Woman?" he asked under his breath. "Or anything, hell if I care, make the words up if you don't know them. But whatever you do, stay on key!"
He started playing a random riff, just to get their attention. Why anyone would want attention in a room like this was anyone's guess, but Roch seemed to.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:13 pm
"I know plenty." Mot answered back in a hushed voice, glancing over his shoulder. So many seedy people. All bigger, older and more experienced at kicking a** than themselves.
"Oh, yeah! I know that one." Mot said with confidence, nodding his head. "Let's start with that!" Would this work? Would they get enough money to gamble wit---er... to... go find... Vegas...dude.
Yeah..
Mot turend and tapped the microphone, making sure it worked. "Right, so! Gentlemen! Thank you for coming, and seeing your excited faces makes it a pleasure to be here!" Mot the MC. Oh bother. "We'll be starting right away! Please enjoy the tunes, and good luck on all bets!"
He cupped the mic, looked back at Roch and nodded. They were totally ready for this!
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:16 pm
Roch started playing the acoustic part of Black Magic Woman, wishing for once that he had dragged Demi along on this little expedition. Instead he improvised for the drumming parts, and switched to the simple background beat when he could as he played. Jack he hoped Mot hadn't been lying. They would get kicked out so fast--
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:35 pm
Roch began to play. Mot bobbed his head to the melody for a bit, waiting for his time to chime in. He channeled the inner rock star within every growing boil.
I got a Black Magic Woman.
I got a Black Magic Woman.
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman,
She's got me so blind I can't see;
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me.
His usually raspy speaking voice was mellowed out slightly a he sang out the song. Indeed, he had not lied. He could sing to save his life. Literally in this case.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby,
Don't mess around with your tricks;
Don't turn your back on me, baby,
'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks.
Albeit, Mot could not relate to the lyrics at all, and simply imagined something else to focus on to emote what the song was about. If not, he might lose the crowds interest! Then no tips!
Need tips!
You got your spell on me, baby.
You got your spell on me, baby.
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone;
I need you so bad,
Magic Woman I can't leave you alone.
The song mellowed out and ended. Mentally, Mot sighed with relief. He hadn't messed up! Actually, that was kind of awesome! Mot smugly adjusted his hat. Oh yeah. A natural performer!
..perhaps he was getting ahead of himself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:42 pm
The room was silent, staring at the boils for a long moment, then everyone, as if on cue, turned back to their games. Roch mentally cursed. "We gotta do another one, then we'll see about..."
He had just seen the roulette wheel. His beloved roulette wheel. "Playing a game or two," he finished, almost drooling. He liked his roulette... "You know, um... gimme a title, here, Bandit, I'm pulling a blank." He wanted to play roulette. This was the best place ever! It had great ambiance or... whatever.
It had a roulette wheel, at least!
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:00 pm
Crap. Nothing? Really? Mot started to think of a song, glancing over the...tables... chips...gambl---NO no no! Focus!"R-right, um, how about.." Maybe these guys needed something... edgier? Ruffians and thugs loved seedy music, so... "...Do.. you know Porn Star Dancin'?" It was amusing how Mot knew such lewd songs, yet he himself would never have the balls to actually go through with the behavior he sang about.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:08 pm
"Yeah, yeah I learned that one from a passing incubus demon one day," Roch said. He looked around and motioned to one of the waitresses. "Can we get two stools up here?" he asked, earning a nod. She handed up the stools one at a time and he handed the first one over to Mot. This was pretty fun, actually.
If it weren't for the roulette table taunting him in the distance, he'd be perfectly happy to stay right where he was. "I'll sing backup," he said, grabbing another mic on a stand.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:34 pm
Mot took the stool from the waitress, setting it down to have a seat. The royal treatment here!
"Sweet." Mot replied back with a thumbs up. They were a real tag team! Mot lowered the mic and cleared his throat. "Okay, so the first one was a bit mellow, so how about we rile up that thick blood of your, huh? Hit it, Roch!" He called out, bobbing his head once Roch started his playing.
Kelly won't kiss my friend Cassandra,
Jessica won't play ball.
Mandy won't share her friend Miranda,
Doesn't anybody live at all?
He continued through the song, bobbing his head and tapping his knee to the beat. This wasn't so bad! Sure, the crowd had that attempted murder vibe, but still it was kind of...quaint? In its own gross way.
Eventually, that song ended as well. Maybe this time they'd get... heck, even one seed? Something? They needed their gambling money!
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:38 pm
The waitress that had handed them the stools tossed two seeds at their feet, winking at them with extra long eyelashes. Roch found that slightly disturbing, but he shrugged it off, grabbing the seeds and tossing one of them to Mot. "One more, then we'll take a quick break?" he asked Mot, running a hand over his guitar. It shifted shape, switching to a bass. "You know the song Come as you are, right?" he asked the other reaper. "If you don't, I can sing it."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:52 pm
Oh boy! A seed! Mot had not noticed the wink from beneath his shadowed brim, and simply smiled at his small prize. "Sounds like a plan." He could use a break soon.
"Yeah, I know it." Mot nodded. Woah... Roch's weapon changed to bass.
...Awesome. And handy! Too bad Mot didn't know guitar. Oh well. At least he could sing. Thank goodness for singing in the shower so often!
Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.
As a friend, as a friend, as an old Enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory.
Mot was enjoying the time he was spending with Roch, even if they were in a place that could kill them. No fun without danger, as they say! He didn't really know anyone else who would do stupid things like this with him. And since his closest friend was a ghoul, he didn't want to subject her to harm.
The song died down, and Mot breathed a sigh. "Alright, folks. We're taking a break."
...Gaaaames?
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