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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:13 pm
Tweak took longer then Angel.
He had to do all sorts of stuff. First shower, then wash the clothes he had on because the leather stuff was just not going to work. After that he had to wring it all out, use a conviently placed blow dryer on it, and finally wash his shoes off under the tap.
He was just kind of hanging around in a really, really fluffy scarlet red towel for a bit. All sitting on the p***s bed getting his clothes clean and checking out all of the stuff sitting in the room.
When he finally did exit, he would be looking...basically the same. Except he traded his jacket and shirt - totally the most raunchy things about his clothes - for a women's jacket thing that stopped at like his navel and did not zip up more then an inch above that. He kept that bit zipped. The shirt in question was grey, long sleeved, also obviously feminine wear with how it went over his palm and had thumb holes, with the words 'Bondage Boutique' written on the front in purple.
His jeans and shoes? Those stuck around but were clean...and kind of wet, cheap blowdryer. mad
But chances are Angel and Athan - who exitted his room a bit before either of them - would not care about any of the stuff above this point. Because Tweak exitted the room carrying some things he had brought from inside. Had a nice long chain hooked through his belt loot to serve the purpose of a belt, visibly since the shirt stopped at his pants.
...And he was carrying a two foot long, double headed, bright pink d***o he had found still in the package. Nonchalantly patting it against his shoulder like a sword or club.
"k, lets get da f** outta hur." 4laugh
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:23 pm
When Tweak exited his room Angel did not notice his clothes. No. Her eyes fell on the bright pink d***o that was still in the package. "You are not bringing that. That is so disgusting." She could have said more but she stopped herself.
"Nevermind. I don't want to know whose butt you're going to plug with that. Let's get going."
She started walking towards the stairs and stopped. There was something pushing against the top of her thigh in a weird kind of pokey way. The one pocket held the marbles she was holding, but she hadn't thought to check the other. She shoved her hand into her pocket and pulled out a roll of condoms. "..." She shoved them back in before the two saw them.
The back pockets hadn't been the first thing she thought of checking either, so she shoved her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She pulled out a small little pocket knife from one, and an ID card in the other. It was identification of one of the twin strippers for access into the club. "Huh...that could come in handy." Of course, she was talking about the pocket knife.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:32 pm
"...Do you think of plugging butts often dear?"
And with that set about following her while popping the package off. By the time they were at the bottem of the stairs he tossed it over into the room proper. Not like anyone cared if they litered or not.
Oddly enough he did not shove the d***o into his bag...and just kind of went back to shoulder tapping it.
Nothing else could really fit into his bag unless he started taking stuff out of it. Already had the hilt of the two stun batons sticking out on either side of it. His shirt and jacket, rolled up in the towel, had just barely managed to fit in there.
"lawl u wanna drink while we r her? teh bar is lyk ttly open!1!"
Chat speak strip clubs, ruining more and more people everyday.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:34 pm
arrow From Barton Fountain
It was sorta funny. He hadn't really known why the sky had fallen and come down in sweage, but looking as some of the massive holes in the ground that he had to take streets around, he could guess where that massive expulsion had its roots at.
Well. He wasn't going to notice the smell of his bike anymore.
Kalis would have probably cleared out of this part of town quickly if he'd been paying attention, but it was derserted, and he had something else he wanted to do.
He stopped at a few different buildings as he went down the street, checking the back doors of each. To the kitchens and storage rooms. Which... generally were a little less pronounced and easier to cope with than the fronts he was fervently ignoring. Glowing pink and red letters. He would notice eventually, but he didn't have to see them. Eyes away.
Eventually, he found one that had running water in its faucets, other than more rancid sludge. And so, the arduous task of hauling his bike into the building. And washing it off next to a sink, cup by cup of water.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:39 pm
"I thought about plugging your hole." Angel turned and lifted a brow while pointing a finger at Tweak's mouth. "If you give me that thing I'm sure with some tape we can fix the problem."
With a roll of her eyes, she turned back around and eyed the bar. He did have an idea. She was kind of thirsty.
"Let's have one quick drink for the road. A'ight?"
Hopefully, they all didn't end up drunk. The idea of protecting the innocent while being intoxicated it just all didn't mesh.
"Fo' real, though, let's hurry this up. I'm getting tired of the club scene. You can only take so much. The music and lights are starting to give me a headache. If I have to deal with it much longer I might have a seizure."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:46 pm
She wanted to put his mouth up with a d***o.
So not touchin that.
"gurl u need u sum moar club xperence lulz."
This whole scene put Tweak in a good mood. Suprize suprize, whatever gave Angel a headache and seizure made him all nice and happy. This was the best team ever.
So while Team AAT made their way to the bar the song changed and red spotlights fell on the stage.
...And as far as Tweak saw nothing happened so he sat the bar and popped his bag open.
Couple seconds later he was pulling a bottel of vodka with two shotglasses upturned on the closed lid from a brown paper bag. Apparently he had not only been packing the whole event, but also had the tools needed to be drinking.
Raised the question of, 'How many times was he unsupervised to drink? stare '
"u want sum of this or shuld i lyk mak u a drink cuz i can y'know lawl."
We are just going to assume Athan sat down at the bar, grabbed a bottle, and went at drinking. Being drunk would explain inactivity awhile.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:01 pm
Angel scoffed and sat down at the bar next to him. She raised an eyebrow as Tweak pulled out a bag with alcohol in it.
"Just give me some of what you're having."
The music changed and Angel found it was a bit more soothing to her ears compared to the previous tune that was playing. She tapped a finger on the bar to the beat of the music.
"We're never going to leave this joint, are we?"
Tweak was trouble. He liked to cause it. She was starting to learn to accept this.
As well as the fact that she realized that he wanted a lap dance, maybe some sex after. Yeah, she was getting the idea why they were lingering around the place.
"You're perverted."
That came out of nowhere.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:09 pm
So... the bike was clean, but wet. That was fine. Kalis had a couple hand towels to dry it off, starting with the seat. That done, it was sitting. Waiting.
He was up against the wall, inside the building. Over on a dry spot of floor. And doing one of the few things he really did have to distract himself with while he was waiting.
On his neck, the marble in the mark would be quite apparant, since he'd ditched the soaked sweater in favor of a t-shirt. The issue was... he didn't really know what marble to use for what, but...
Well, the one on his neck gave him kind of an edgy feeling. The other seemed more... secure. And so, he went with that, popping in his Stonewall marble, and stuffing the Masochist deep into his pocket.
"'kay..."
In a few, he'd be ready to go.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:35 pm
"Alright you two, enough of that."
Athan was the last to emerge, because he had actually taken some care to make sure he was squeaky clean. He may also have fallen asleep in the shower, but there was going to be little resting anymore for his merry little troupe. And also, it took him forever to find the group since they had just decided to leave him.
Jerks.
One hand on each of their shoulders, he hoisted them from the bar counter and dragged them out of the Flaming Teat.
And he kept dragging them, either because he was tired of having to rely on their legs or he didn't trust Tweak enough to let him walk alone. And Angel? Well, he had to be an equal opportunity carrier.
arrow All the way towards Barton Hospital.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:41 pm
Angel had just finished her drink when Athan appeared. He didn't seem happy. Hoboi. "He made me do it." She poked a thumb at Tweak as Athan dragged them out of the club.
And exit to BH.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:46 pm
"NO U!" How dare she call him perverted while he was pouring her a drink.
And they got hoisted off, he made sure to cry bloody murder about it.
OOC with Dessie (16:45:07) ldiseasedl: But uhh...I need to go get gas, grab some chips and stuff, get money, then head back to the dorms. (16:45:16) ldiseasedl: So...half hour, NPC Athan dragging you guys to Old Barton or whatever.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 5:43 pm
"Huh?"
Kalis blinked, grabbing his neck. The mark... it was...
"Oh, s**t."
It was that thing again. He was fighting the guy, and then the marble he'd had keeping him upright had poofed. Well, he wasn't about to have that. Even if he'd not long ago switched out his old, awkward feeling marble- the Masochist- he was putting it back in, and taking a good, firm grip on the other one right in his hand. He didn't intend to let ANYTHING take that one he trusted from him (the Stonewall).
"-the hell does this keep happening?"
Grabbing the motorcycle, he wheeled it outside in confusion, determined to get somewhere he trusted to be safe before anything poofed.
And he saw it.
Not far from him. Some great pillar of light.
And he'd played enough video games to know what that meant.
"..."
Kalis threw a leg over his bike, buckling down and putting the keys in, turning the gas on. He wanted a hand on his sword, but that wasn't going to work a whole long bike ride.
Looks like it's time for the Final Boss.
arrow Back to Barton Fountain again the Cluster ********
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