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 Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 1:29 pm
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 1:58 pm
((thanks hun I owe you one! ^_^)) Lura walked about the bar, her tight 'uniform' starting to grow rather uncomfortable. She slid behind the bar and knelt to hid herself as she fixed the tight bodice that restricted her breathing. Not only that it made her chest look larger then it really was, and the cleavage factor wasn't nessisarily making her comfortable. She'd been working here for months, and she still hadn't gotten used to the 'uniform' she had to wear. And the way the men who walked in always made fun of her didn't help. It was late night, she could see, and Canis was sleeping peacfully under the counter, curled up in the to small space for the 6 foot humanoid wolfe. Lura pet his head then stood back up on her three inch knee high boots. Only to come face to face with one of the drunk costomers. "Helu tere pridy," he said, his speech slurred terribly from the alchohol. "wanna git out ov 'ere?" he said as he reached out and grabbed her chest. She swatted him away and took a step back. "No sir, I don't." she said firmly, hoping to god she didn't have to wake Canis up to scare t his man away. She pushed past him and started about the bar, getting everyone their drinks, dancing a little for those of the costomers that were kind and polite enough to ask and pay before groping her, and returned to the bar. To her utter disapointment, that same man was following her the whole way. "Please will you leave me alone?" he was a tall 5'10'' man, bulky, muscled, very large...and undoubtably strong. She didn't know why she was standing up to him. "I don't want to go any where with you!" "Well ure not havin' a choice." he said with a sheepish smile, and with ease he grabbed her upper arm and started dragging her out the bar. She struggled, crying out sternly to the drunk louse. "Let go sir, let go of me....I said let go..." she pulled, twisted, struggled, but she couldn't break free of his grip. The other waitresses watched in horror as the guy pulled Lura from the bar and out the door. Few of the polite customers whom believed Lura was their favorite attempted to help, only to get knocked to the side. She couldn't handle the pressure on her arm any longer. She whistled for Canis. By now she was out side the bar, and the guy tossed her into his large vehical, it looked like a large van from the history books, but it was fairly new and very modern, with a fluffy rug on the floor. "No..." she complained as he started to climb in after her. "No...get away," she congered up some ice crystals and flung them at his face, but that didn't help, tried to back away from him but he took her leg and pulled her to him. She whistled for Canis. The guy had started to kiss her neck, roughly push her down into what could have been a soft carpet if he hadn't been so rough about forcing her down. He licked her ear, letting his fingers and hands wander as the door closed behind him. He started up her skirt. She whistled for Canis again. Suddenly the van door swung open, and the werewolf like being growled and clawed at the man as he ripped him off of Lura andout of the van. Lura shook in fear as she tried to weakly climb out of the van, her uniform had been torn, and what was revieling in the first place was now a pornstar uniform. she took a piece of cloth she found and wrapped it around her, barly able to keep from shaking. Canis started clawing at the man, growling, sobering up the man quickly. He climbed up a tree and Canis clawed up at him, keeping him busy as Lura gained composure...gained contiousness. Canis had almost been to late. (I hope some one can post to this...lol sorry its so long) [ LURA'S UNIFORMjust make it red.]
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 5:46 pm
((OK I'll continue, hopefully some one comes a walking by and stuff...lol))
Lura took the blanket that she found and draped it around herself, finally calmed she walked over to Canis and pet his shoulder. He stopped barking, looking over toward her cautiously making sure she was ok, then went down to all fours like a crouching man and started walking beside her as if still a wolf.
She walked back into the bar, her friends ran over and embraced her, some of the guys then went out in packs to bring the a** hole to the officials, much good that would do. Canis went back behind the counter, falling asleep almost instantly, as Lura went in back and changed into her spare uniform. The old one was to tattered to be worn any more, she sighed. 'Great, another $20 bucks out of my paycheck' she sighed. And turned and returned to her job.
The night was young, and she was asked to sing a song, she refused but the customers stuffed bills in her face and requested. She had no choice, she needed the money. "Whispers of the afternoon, Silence in the morning, Your song in the evening, starts off in June. I loved once before you, and now that love is gone. I don't know how you do those things that you do. You made me fall in love again. When I thought I knew how to resist, you made me break my heart again, before it could heal..."
"Something happier!" some one called out, Lura laughed and instantly started singing a jumpier toon, soon everyone was up dancing and singing to the country like song and the voice that sounded like an angel all through the town.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 6:39 pm
Derrick walked into the bar looking like he had just woke up out of a coma. Though in the technical sense he had, but he really needed a beer; sadly there was none at his apartment. He saw a girl singing in a less than parental approved outfit and laughed. He clapped along with the beat just like all the other patrons were doing, he even let a smile glance his face. Then he walked up to the bar pulled a stool under him and waited to be served.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 12:59 pm
At the end of her song, Lura greatfully accepted the tips, 'This would be enough to hold me for a month,' she thought. She glanced up to see a man sitting at the bar. He wasn't there before, he must have walked in during her singing. She quickly walked over to the bar and slipped behind it and stood before him.
"Evening sir, what can I get you tonight?" she asked with a smile. He had a kind face, not a normal apperance in her bar. "You're not a usual..."
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 1:35 pm
"Really? I thought i came here all the time." He mustve been thinking of the bar next door. Derrick looked her over and then stopped smiling. "Can i get a golden hornet, no rocks." He looked at the crowd of people in the bar tonight and just shook his head. Some of these guys belonged in a prison cell not a bar, but the fights were always worth while. Hed have to wait a few hours before the pit fights in the back room started, but atleast he could get nice and drunk before hand. A good fight was always what he needed, but after just getting out of the hospital he wasnt sure it was a great idea. His jaw felt great though.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 2:36 pm
Lura smiled, "No, I'd have recognized you if you'd been here before. Such a kind face," she quickly went to making his drink, she handed it to him and smiled again. "Its nice to see a kind face once in a while," she said. Canis wearily scratched the wall before him in a show of sleepyness. Lura held up a finger to her lips, and made a soft 'shh' sound as she knelt down and pet Canis's head gently. Then stood once again and poured a glass of water for herself, everything was calm, she could take a breather...she needed one after her recent event.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 10:53 pm
((Ever so sorry for the wait, writers block hit me hard! Amd i hardly ever get it, so when it comes it kicks my a**.)) He looked at the mirror that lined the walls of the bar behind her. "What do you mean kind face." He stopped and starred for a second and thens tuck his tounge out. "You mean this mug, lady please ive seen kinder faces in morgues. " With that said he swallowed his small drink in one gulp. Nothing like mixed brandy to get a man feeling his best. The fights were soon and he needed to be in his top physical condition. He really wished he had some cocaine; but sadly it was lost on earth. Closest thing they had on Weyard was meji and that he was fresh out of -although if he could get his hands on some, he wouldnt do it.-. "Say doll, can you do me a favor and ask then manager exactly what time my brawl is. I got things to do." Like go home and take pain relievers.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 1:12 pm
Lura looked to the man with a confused smile on her face. "You look far kinder then the man I just had to deal with." she said as she sipped her water. "Canis had to take care of him for me...Normaly I'm good but...he was to drunk," she lightly coughed to change the subject only to find he had done it for her. Thank god.
"Brawl?" she asked softly. "I'm not sure what you mean. I'm the assistant manager...I've not heard of a Brawl." If her boss was there, she probably would have heard and not have been put in the situation she was just in with the drunk who was still up the tree. "I'm not sure i know what you're talking about."
((lol its ok. Trust me we've all been there. Question, is your character a fighter? is that what he means my brawl or is it just something in his head?))
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:42 pm
"Brawl, fight, match, a**-kicking, prize fight..." He named a few, but not to insult her. Just wanted to make things clear so they could move on. "YEs what time is it i need to be heading home soon. I live with a friend and i know he wont appreciate me strolling it at four in the morning beat up." He laughed at the last part he though there was some hilarity there.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 5:33 pm
Lura nodded, she knew what a brawl was, she probably didn't ask the question correctly...she wanted to know why her manager had anything to do with it. "Its eleven oclock at night..." she said.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:41 pm
He looked at her... Waited a moment and decided that she probably had no idea about the MMA fights held in the basement's back room. But then again even he wasnt supposed to know, the guy who took his apartment told him about them as a form of chivalry. He just smiled got up and went to the back, heading down the stairs he heard that the action had already begun. He called up for her not to follow him. If the manager hadnt told her about the fights it was for a reason.
A little while afterwards he would come back up with a bloody nose and a cut eye; but his pocket would be full of cash. First timers had to fight the champ and were given 5 to 1 odds for the win, 10 to 1 odds for a knockout or tapout in the second round, and 15 to 1 for a first round knockout. Derrick smiled, he had gave the guy the arm bar two minutes into the first round, and not only did he put 100$ down on his fight, he got a nice 15% cut from the money bet against him. All in all he walked away with 2 g's and a bloody nose. He stood up and called to everyone.
"DRINK UP BOYS AND GIRLS ITS ON ME!" He pulled out about 1,500 dollars and slapped it on the table. "Whatever's left is a tip." He couldnt care less he only need 500 to pay the rent to Cain. It was nice to get money for kicking someones a**.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:19 pm
Lura was in shock when the guy returned from the back of the bar all bloodied and covered in pride. She was even in more shock when he slapped down $1,500 on the bar and offered everyone free drinks, and the rest of the money was to be for tip. She looked at him confused.
"Damn..where did you get this?" she asked in a stuper...just as the whole bar st arted up for their drink orders, she hid the money under the counter so customers didn't know how much there truely was, they all ordered bottles of wine, the most expensive...and at the end of it there was only $400 left for 'Tip' Lura didn't care...that was more then she made a month.
"What exactly do you do, sir?" she asked as she put the money in the drawer for all of the drinks after she had run about with her fellow waitresses to hand out the drinks. She'd only one more bottle of wine left, and she placed it in a bucket of ice, only to sigh and take the bottle out of the luke cold water and hold it in her hand. "Want a swig?" she asked as the frost started to cover the bottle from her hand up to the top of the bottle and down to the bottom. She bent down and lifted a bottle of champain in her other hand and the frost instantly started to encase the bottle. "Chilled wine or champain?"
She only dimly realized that she had revieled one of her mutation's powers, she put the bottles down on the counter and tossed her ungloved hands behind her back. "You didn't see that," she pleaded, she had been running far to long, remaining in hiding for far to long...she didn't want to blow it and have to leave this town too...not after meeting all her friends.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:47 am
Sadly derrick had taken a big blow to the left side of his face and a bit of swelling stopped him from noticing that the bottle wasn't already chilled. He smiled at her and pointed to the wine. Derick wasn't a fan of fancy things.
"Ill tell you, always bet on the black horse." An old superstition was that betting on a black horse was instant bad luck. Not only for that race but a couple races afterwards. "Because sometimes that horse will run faster just to prove he could." He noticed the guy he fought walking up from the back room -well limping-. Derick waved smiling, the other man flipped him the finger.
"Jeez you would think some people could take an a** kicking with grace, whatever." He looked back at her and took a glass of wine. Swirling it a bit he sipped it. The swirl was in mock of all those rich bastards who could do this all day long. He eyed the bartender seriously for the first time and found that she was extremely attractive. Though sadly in his condition he couldn't please a woman o for that matter try. So he decided to keep things very casual until he decided to leave.
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