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{{Since I'm lazy and hate dropping my characters into the middle of an established RP thread, I thought I would just start my own.

This place is known as The Outside, The Room, The Lair of The Great Jackalope, ect. ect. ect. It is a space outside of reality, a metaphysical volcano filled to the brim with reality melting molten lava, just ready to burn a hole through Space/Time. It is also where The Great Jackalope lives. It is a comfortable place, for when you want a seat, a seat appears, exactly to your minds specifications. It's pretty ******** cool. The only really stable pieces of furniture are a mile long bar and enough bar stools to reach across. The Great Jackalope is usually behind the bar taking all challengers on in Street Fighter III: 3rd Strike, on a couple of big screen TV's behind the bar. A plaque is bolted on top of the Dreamcast that it runs on, you can only make out the larger letters, "PEOPLE THAT HAVE BEAT THE GREAT JACKALOPE" There looks to be a couple of names scratched out below.

Visitors are common to The Outside, The Great Jackalope is a pretty lonely omnipotent deity. He tends to whisk people from their respective realities to drink, converse and beat them at Street Fighter. If a person is even remotely famous, most likely they've been to The Outside a couple of times. Some of the regulars include, Vincent Van Gogh, Plato, Sun Tzu, Useagi Kenshin, Abraham Lincoln, Mark Twain/Samuel Clemens and Nikolai Tesla.

That seems like enough back ground for this place, pretty much just be creative and go crazy.

Drinks are always on Tesla's tab.}}

[You're always welcome to drop into the "An RP to start all RPs" thread anytime. It's pretty much the most longest thread in the whole guild. (even if it's mostly Ice, Hisoka, and I)]

After taking a sip of his blood drink, he smirks as he puts his cup down. "heheh, you're quite amusing," says taking another sip.

Hisoka and Hitori walk over hand-in-hand, and take a seat. Hisoka comments to Hitori, "I'm suprised we're actually separate here.. I wonder why.." Hitori gave a careless shrug and asked, "So, when's the other two coming? Or are they ditching us again?" Hisoka rolled his eyes, "There's a lot to be done still. It's not that they mean to skip out or anything... Hello! Can I get some sake, please?" Hitori replies, "That is a bunch of sh*t! We hardly have time to hang out like this and those two never seem to put effort into meeting up. Who cares if there's still stuff to do? There's more to life than paper work! -Hey, bar keep. Suprise me." Hitori winks, and Hisoka glares at her. Hitori goes on, "Well, I think that they're still p*ssed about that lil' conversation we had the other day. I don't see why they're like that. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I swear, it's either they're in denial or they are stupid as hell about their feelings. It really is a drag anymore." Hisoka shakes his head, "You really need to be nicer to them, Hitori-chan." Hitori leaned in close to Hisoka, "So, my dearest, what will you do if I don't?" Hisoka's face slightly turned red as he turned away, "B-behave yourself." Hitori chuckled lightly at his reaction as she sat back into her seat.

Hitori cast a lazy glance over to Vincent, "It has been a while hasn't it, Mr. Villain. How's was that going for you, by the way?" She chuckled and downed the contents of her glass. "Hit me again, babe." and casually tosses out a wink to the barkeep. Hisoka sits near by, sipping a bit of sake as he watches what goes on around him, purposely ignoring the woman beside him.

The Great Jackalope wasn't a very prideful being before he opened The Outside and he wasn't now. But he required a little more respect than what vampires normally give him. Plus the only two he ever brought here were complete douchebags. So he thought he had this little situation covered. He didn't want childre, he didn't bring childre. However, here is one right in front him, making little blood puppets and giving him s**t. "******** Tesla. . ."

It has to be him, Nikolai Tesla. Inventor, gentleman and complete douchebag. Tesla was Gary to The Great Jackalope's Ash, his self described arch-enemy. The Great Jackalope hated him and Tesla knew it, in fact he loved it, he savored it like a fine wine.

"TESLAAA!!!"

The Great Jackalope stopped dramatically yelling and finished making his martinis. Sliding the full glasses down to where the small knot of people have gathered, he offered one to the lady.

Eyeing the other patrons warily, I take a seat beside the feline-esque male, carefully keeping him and his companion between myself and the vampire also in company. Nothing personal against him, he seems decent (for a demonic creature, anyway), but there is a history of Medila and creatures of darkness notoriously not getting along. Usually things get broken. Usually one of those things is me. So I keep my contact to a small, friendly wave and turn my head in the hopes that it was too miniscule a gesture for him to notice.

“Gin and tonic, please,” I say to the bartender. “Hello,” I say to the guy beside me, feeling it would be rather rude to sit down and ignore him. “My name’s Medila. Nice to meet you.”

Noticing the woman sitting next to him, Hisoka manages to smile, "Hello there. My name's Hisoka. The crazy girl next to me is Hitori, the one next to her is Daisuke, and the expressionly one is Madoka. It's nice to meet you!"
Hitori eye's the woman and punches Hisoka in the shoulder, grining slightly to herself, "I see how it is. Now you want to make me jealous as well?"
Hisoka looks to Hitori baffled, "W-what are you talking about? I'm being nice, unlike some people! What?! Is that a crime now?!"
Madoka glances over, "Hisoka, she's pulling your chain."

Somehow I get the feeling I’ve fallen in with quite the crowd. Ah well; things are more interesting that way, anyway. “Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt you two,” I say, playing along. “If you two need some time together, that’s fine. Hello, Daisuke and Madoka,” I say, leaning past Hisoka and Hitori, a slight grin breaking out on my face. “How are you today?”