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 Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 6:46 pm
When the man is done with both his beers he pays and leaves.
Sighting heavy as he leaves the bar
(( exits ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 9:43 pm
As Azriel strides towards the door of the bar, he notices the usual kind of bar goers lingering at the doors, but they seemed out of place...like they were only there for show. As soon as Azriel breaks the threshold of the old bar, he can feel the difference. He was surrounded on all sides by otherwoldly presences.
"Luckily I was expecting that," he thinks to himself.
As Azriel sits at the bar, he looks ernestly at the bar tender and says with confidence, "I'll take a rootbeer, I'm feeling dangerous." He then proceeds to grin like a proverbial Cheshire Cat.
As the bartender walks towards the Soda dispenser, Azriel listens to the low buzz bombarding the room and soaks in what he can.
"s**t, this is my first time in any place like this...I wonder if anyone here'll be able to help me find more people like me," Azriel thinks to himself once again.
"It seems ever since I turned, I'm not even sure who I am anymore."
"I wasn't always called Azriel...but that's the only name I even remember anymore."
As the bartender sets the drink in front of Azriel, he takes the glass and says, "Cheers, this is a special occasion don'tcha know."
As he finishes the last vestiges of his drink, Azriel's spirit seems to lighten, as he hopes for the first time in weeks.
"I haven't even allowed myself to hope till now." "I know I'll find something out."
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 4:13 pm
" The bright lights and busy sounds of this fair city, mask the real anxiety of the people below that live within its boundaries."
A young woman stood outside the small balcony of an apartment building, listening to the news that flashed across the screen.
"The recent killings that were believed to have no motive leave police and investigators alike, baffled-"
The man who was watching, sat back in his easy chair and snorted switching to another channel. Arjana scoffed, disgusted with this fat and lazy tub of lard. However, the news reporter was correct, the air was thick with newly lost souls, premature wraiths, lingering shadows, and especially the scent of the sacred vitae: blood. Arjana flipped back her hair and scowled deeply as she dashed away from the unbearable sight of this unattuned human and his meager possesssions.
This recent train of events worried her regardless of her minor frustrations. Arjana furrowed her brow and consulted with her symbiotic companion, Kali Nagah, on her way towards Demonic Ties: Bar for the Damned. She lept great distances from one building to another at incredible speed. Arjana was rushing, coming from the northeastern direction where the ruins of the Residential District resided. Her landings and take-off points were synchronized with heavy purpose, wanting to investigate these new threats that struck fear into all. Alas, she couldn't do anything if she didn't meet with the right people.
A powerful dark force that triggered the mysterious explosions a few nights before, formed numerous questions within her mind and for the first time in many centuries, had panged her heart. Countless innocents were taken without her knowledge on all sides of this territorial war zone of New York; her eternally begotten confidant advised it as unsafe for her to stay in one place for long, nor make too many "friends". She ignored the last bit wanting to at least establish a solid group of allies in any time of need. Their miniscule conversation was cut off from there and she continued through the maze of concrete jungle.
Seeing a suitable place to land from her vantage point, Arjana jumped from her current position that was parallel to the neutral gathering place and cracked the cement in the middle of a group quarrelling. The presence of soliciting goths and bikers that collected near Demonic Ties had their rowdy discussions drastically wane down to an awkward silence. Most were annoyed, some stood back indifferently and the others eyed her figure rather hungrily. Arjana looked about challengingly, her eyes flashed a in a dangerous light before she gathered her bearings and pushed passed her temporary audience.
"Take a picture, it'll last you longer!," she retorted at their silent stares. At that moment, the group fumbled around for their cameraphones. Her scowl turned into a knowing smirk. Untangling her hair with her fingers and making sure it looked presentable, Arjana stepped through the entrance.
Her Harajuku-Egyptian themed clothes of pearl white, laced with gold, seemed to stick out like a sore thumb amongst the brooding tints and shades of the various nether patrons of the bar.
"Jeez, talk about shady," she commented to herself.
She looked around measuring the auras of everyone and decided that a seat at the farthest corner of the bar would do her some justice. After everything concerning the random killing sprees, she would need a stiff drink to calm her nerves. Gracefully making her way towards the drinking counter, Arjana changed her mind and decided to sit next to a young man that had the same energy as her demonic brethren with varying altercations.
She felt that he was familiar somehow, but brushed the feeling aside motioning to the bartender.
"If you don't mind, I would greatly appreciate a glass of the hardest liquor you've got," she said almost casually if it weren't for the edge in her voice. The bartender nodded and before he could bend down, she interrupted his concentration,"...on the rocks please, shaken not stirred, with a twist of lime."
He nodded and proceeded to make her drink faster than any mortal eye can follow. She smiled and gingerly took the glass, downing it in one swig.
"More...please."
The tender obliged and made another giving it to her as if she were a wild animal...in which case she could be. The alcohol wasn't working as fast as she would've liked and opted for a conversation with the nearest person.
"So, what are you doing in a place like this, young one?," she asked her hypnotic copper eyes resting on his as she took another gulp of her drink.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 6:23 pm
John walk in again.
Not accually knowing eherelse he´s supposed to go otherwise he might as well stay here.
He walk over to the bar and orders the same as before, two beers and a shot of Jeager.
When he gets his drinks he downes the shot and starts sipping on the first beer while looking around at people, especially the onese that seams happy.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 6:39 pm
When done with his first beer John turns back.
He starts sipping the second one as he looks at the bartender with a wondering look.
I wonder what the life of a bartender is like. Listening to peoples problems and making them feel good with alkohol. Seeing happy people every night. But still...
His eyes wanders over to the woman sitting at the bar. Her exotic and somewhat sensuall vision. He looks her up and down and finally stops at her eyes. John smiles at her, a sincere and kind smile before returning to his beer and ponders.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:13 pm
Arjana turns a bit towards the newcomer who sat himself down with his drink and returns an equally brilliant smile that heightens her untameable allure.
Since the other person wasn't making much of a dialogue, she moved over one seat towards the newer essence and sat so that a bit of her thigh slipped out. Arjana leans forward a bit, to where she could feel his mortal pulse.
"What ails you, friend?," she asked as she took a sip of her powerful substance in a glass. Her eyes studied this young man's physique and aura carefully, knowing that he wasn't of her brood. The alcohol gave her a bit of a light whoozie feeling; the drink didn't deter her overall.
Her orbs took on a luminous sheen as she refocused her attention to his eyes again.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:18 pm
His kind but intense eyes mett up with hers and stayed there.
He didn´t even notice her freashly exposed thigh.
"Well, since I´m new to the city, a map would be nice."
John joked a litle.
"Other then that, not mutch. Or maybe to mutch."
He took another sip from his beer before talking again.
"So what is a girl like you doing in a place like this ?
I mean, there´s alot of bad people around and a girl like you would probobly make a nice prey."
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:29 pm
She chuckled taking yet one more sip from her tall glass," You should take heed to your own words."
She sighed, another chuckle following suit," As for me being here, you're going to have to lend an ear for my story, if you're willing." Arjana teased before taking a gulp of her beverage, leaning forward to catch his scent. It was definately not American she knew that much, but so familiar...
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:36 pm
(( my char is from Sweden, just like me ))
John looked at her with a new found intrest.
"Okay, I´m all your. Tell me your story and maybe then I´ll know why you seem so worldwise." He said with a curved and intressted smile.
John turned to her with his body, showing that she had all his attention.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:41 pm
The scent itself reminded her of her old mentor and surrogate father-figure: Waitrey Poltchikov. Her reminiscence was cut short when she phased back from that brief memory and downed the rest of her drink with relative ease. She bade the bartender for more and again he produced. As soon as she received the next glass, she took a somewhat shaky breath and began her story, but before she could begin introductions were at hand.
"First thing's first," she said with humor in her tone. "My name is Arjana what is yours?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:44 pm
(( Oops, sorry. ))
"My name´s John, John Berg. Arjana, a beautifull name."
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:53 pm
"I am flattered by your compliments," she said a slight blush of scarlet gracing her terracotta hued features.
"In that case, my full name would be Arjana Vadoma. A pleasure to make your aquaintence John Berg," she said in a sultry tone, her eyes gleaming in an almost flirtacious light. Arjana didn't sense anything malicious from this being, nor anything supernatural about him, which made her very comfortable.
Get a hold of yourself Arjana! You hardly know this man!, she thought to herself still keeping some of her honor bound dignity.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 8:00 pm
John smiled as she blushed.
He didn´t really know why, or even tryed to find out.
He just had some feeling about her, he felt attracted to her.
Maybe because she seemed so exotic, or that she was kind and seemed so worldwise.
She is beautifull, but there´s more to her then just a pretty face
John thought to himself.
"The pleasure is all mine.
Vadoma, sounds almost Italien. Am I right ? "
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 8:18 pm
She laughed merrily. Arjana paused, laughter still evident in her eyes her smile even brighter than before.
"You are close, but it is Albanian. A Gypsy name,"she said correcting him in a playful manner while taking another drink.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 8:24 pm
John smiled. Sutch a cheerfull and seamingly happy sole is hard to resist.
"Oh sorry. But I was on the right continent at least. I´m european too."
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