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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 12:12 am
Random_Monster_Attack Verve past the stool, expecting Anc's reaction to be something like that. "Why the anger? Mad because I'm right?" He stopped speaking a moment to take a sip of his drink. "Sure you and the other more powerful supers will make it through this, but why should she go? You gonna guarantee her she won't get shot? You gonna take a bullet for her?"DiagramV <----------------s A <----s V A Anc grunted. "Sure, why not? Never took a bullet befer." He replied with a shrug, "Fer that, why duncha come with? I'll take yer bullet's too!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 12:32 am
"I would... But I have other things to do." He sat back down in his seat. "Actually... I shouldn't lie to you. I don't have anything else, I just dont want to."
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 12:58 am
Random_Monster_Attack "I would... But I have other things to do." He sat back down in his seat. "Actually... I shouldn't lie to you. I don't have anything else, I just dont want to." ((Nice cover, Blitz.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 1:06 am
((Wasn't supposed to be a secret. Verve's been used by me in other guilds before. I just like to keep them separate so things dont get confusing.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 1:23 pm
((I don't get what you two are talking about... stare Nice save? Not a secret?))
While Anc was distracted, A.C. stretched first so her shirt went taut and hard to hold under his fingers, then fell loose so her own weight pulled her shirt out of his weakened grip. A little trick she learned back in grade school when the cops caught her somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.
Free, she sat one stool farther away from Anc, reached over for her drinks, and absently thanked the bartender. With one sip of the first, she was back to being a dead-over drunk.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 9:11 pm
ArynChris ((I don't get what you two are talking about... stare Nice save? Not a secret?))
While Anc was distracted, A.C. stretched first so her shirt went taut and hard to hold under his fingers, then fell loose so her own weight pulled her shirt out of his weakened grip. A little trick she learned back in grade school when the cops caught her somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.
Free, she sat one stool farther away from Anc, reached over for her drinks, and absently thanked the bartender. With one sip of the first, she was back to being a dead-over drunk. Anc watched her steady regression to drunkness, and sighed.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 5:47 pm
In fairness, A.C. had never been sober. She was just a very good actress when she was drunk. Once, she'd even convinced an entire bar and a half that aliens had landed in the center of the city and abducted St. Claire from her own home. She didn't remember afterwards, of course, as was typical, because she had a hangover instead.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:58 am
Talia quietly slipped up the stairs from the tunnels and out the back door.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 1:05 am
Anc sighed, and stood, walking to the back, where he had the Underground hold somthing for him, and, even with most of the memembers cattered or worse, Anc had kept his one possession safe: His chaingun. If he was going to raise hell, this was his tool or hellraising. He grabbed the massive weapon and ten belts of ammo, each belt holding fifty rounds, slinging them over his shoulder, and he walked back into the bar with the homemade, shotgun shell-spewing monster, and out the door to the parking lot.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 1:10 pm
The very last coherent thought A.C. had, as he walked into the night, was how ironic life really was. And then, how ironic it was that she was thinking such a thought, when she couldn't even see how ironic it was! That made her laugh.
It was to be the first of many, many bitter laughs, and the last for a long, long time to hold a hint of true humor.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 3:35 pm
At some point during the night, A.C. was no longer at the bar.
She never danced, and no one saw her leave.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 1:22 am
((in a not-so-good mood, so this will be a really really long and melodramatic post....bite me.))
Ruby walked into the club, and shook her head as she found herself more or less the only one there. She walked behind the counter of the bar and grabbed a bottle of red wine. She poured a small amount into a glass, then sat herself up on top of the counter, swinging her legs back and forth as she sipped her drink.
She'd managed to misplace herself from the angel again. She chuckled a bit, although that could have been the wine. He really should invest in some kind of tracking device, or at least get a new cell phone. She shrugged, he'd find her eventually, he always did.
She felt a chill run down her spine, a bad omen? She took another drink, to pull her mind away from the the what-if's.
Her thoughts were interupted as the sound of a car alarm started up and could be heard blaring in the alley outside the club, Ruby slipped down from the counter and walked to a window, looking out. The alarm quickly beeped quiet, as the car owner, or a car theif, drove off with the vehicle. The alley was left quiet and dark from Ruby's view through the window. She put her hand up on the glass, remembering something she had seen at a similar alley. She never told Arch about it either, the time she'd used travel and seen he and Ashley in an alley, back when he was human. Ashley, Ruby felt a cold ache in her stomach as she thought about it. The woman he married, the woman who had his son, the woman that had seen his eyes. She wanted to hate her, she wanted it with a passion, but after seeing her, watching her hold him in the alley, she just couldn't. She couldn't hate her, but didn't know what she felt, only that it was an odd ache. An emptiness that just ached.
She turned away from the window. She wished she had been the one to hold him in the alley, and maybe he wished he'd been Aaron's father. She took the last of the wine in a nice quick gulp.
As she put the glass down something caught her eye, sticking from a box right beneath the counter was a familiar looking white bottle, pain killers. They were the prescription type she'd gotten hooked on two years ago, before moving on to heroin. The temptation tickled the back of her mind once more, a little spider crawling in the back of her brain. She reached out and picked it up. For a moment she considered it, and when she realized what she was doing she dropped it like it was on fire. The pills dropped to the ground, spilling from the bottle and bouncing along the floor.
She stared at them, hating herself for the hunger, for scarlet, for the hospital, for Seth, for Bobby, for Aaron, for Aaron's father, for everything. She turned away from the pills and grabbed the bottle of wine, and after speed drinking for about a minute or so, she had effectively passed out cold.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 5:42 pm
Jaydis sighed softly as she stuffed the Bar keys into the lock of the back door to the Bar. She turned and shoved the door hard to open it. This was nightly procedure as the wooden door was too large for the frame. It caught constantly. She closed the door with and equal shove and made her way to her locker.
She looked at the same chipped, gray paint that she saw six nights a week and shook her head. She began to stuff her jacket into the locker, along with her dagger. She was left in a simple, leather corset top with a thin white fabric that stood between the gaze of drunk men and her breasts. She closed the locker, spun the lock and stepped out into the main bar.
Before Jaydis even made it to the bar, she say a woman passed out on it's top. She mumbled something about "irritating" and "desperate" as she made her way over to investigate.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 5:53 pm
Ruby was sprawled across the top of the bar, her head partly hanging off the edge, with her red curls dangling down. The only visible sign of her being alive was the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. If Jaydis were to search for a pulse, she wouldn't find one.
On the floor next to the bar were white pain pills strewn around like candy, but the obvious perpetrator was a broken bottle on the ground, the wine that hadn't been drunk now a dark red stain at the foot of the bar.
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