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 Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 2:23 pm
The outer bar is the main bar room where most of the people come and drink and hang out and do stupid things that most drunks do. Here are some pictures. Picture 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7. Through the back of the outer bar, however, there is a door that is guarded by two bouncers that are not easy to overcome by power and guard the door to the inner bar. (Read the other major roleplay to find out more.)
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 9:12 pm
 Walking through the outer area of the bar, he had stumbled into a few drunks but he seen the back door that had two bouncers in front of it. He thought to himself, 'Wonder what was back there,' so he started to head that way, but he acted like a blind person as he did this. It was easy for him to act like a blind person for he is blind. Using his walking staff he walked in the direction of the back. When he had gotten back there the two bouncers looked at him and shoved him away, "What who is there?!" said out loud as he was shoved back and he held his footing as he was pushed. One of the bouncers replied, "This is off limits and those that are normal people." Then the bouncer went back to what he was doing. 'Off limits to humans?' he thought as he was standing there. He took some time for a thought then he decided he would do something of his favorite, "Well by," he said with a smile as he waved at the two, starting at his lower body and the bottom of his staff he had turned it into sand and made the sand travel through the cracks of the doors and the walls. the bouncers followed him through the doors and Draken reformed slowly. ((going to the next door.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 1:52 am
Dameon Wildheart A hysterical laughter had filled the room that had many drunks. Many of them got up and left out of sheer terror, Dameon was very confused at what just happened. "Have i done anything wrong here yet?" he asked himself, but very aloud for everyone to hear him. He had ordered the strongest they had at this stage of the bar. When he had drank it down it felt like water to him that had some color to it, "Where is the good stuff for i am not paying for this piss water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he said very aloud as he had grabbed the bar tender in this section which was a male. He was careful not to cut the man for even the man looked into Dameon's eyes and fear was shaking this bar tender as if he was hit with a large concussion grenade. The bartender pointed to the door with the two bouncers in front of it. Even the bouncers were looking at Dameon for the ruckus he was causing. "Thank you," Dameon said with a demonic smile, as he threw the bartender back against the bar, he had accidently cut the bartender's face. As he saw the blood on his blade his eyes instantly changed from a look of craziness to a look of death and killing. Not a single man there was the smart and it had caused a bar fight in the area. Even the bouncers were getting into the fight for they were protecting the door. "Lets do it live," Dameon's voice echoed above the fighting and there was a large scent of a demon accent to it that made almost every guy join in, well the ones that were drunk, Dameon was hacking and slashing through this fight that was going on, and with the more blood that had covered his weapons and his body the more he went into the frenzy for more blood. Many had shot him, but all that did was make Dameon stagger shortly then the wound healed up quickly in which he turned his attention to the people that shot him. A strange laughter had filled the room as he went from attacking one person to the next and with each death the bodies started to stack up. The bartender had slipped out through the door to the inner sanctum of the two bars.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 2:56 pm
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
And out of the darkness, the Zombie did call, true pain and suffering he brought to them all. Away ran the children to hide in their beds, for fear that the devil would chop off their heads.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´  Augustine took in a deep breath as she ran her hand over her face, trailing cemetery dirt down her tanned cheek. Slowly, she came up off her knees and took the bloody knife from the ground and sheathed it in it's leather case at her hip. The death goat lay beside the now covered grave from her latest use of her necromancy.
About an hour passed and oh how the woman wanted a beer. Through the grape vine, she heard that a bar had opened up a little while before and she decided to stop in. She drove to the bar and parked her Jaguar outside of the building before kissing the steering wheel and getting out of the vehicle and walking to the door. Already she could hear screaming from outside and sighed. No beer without drama here.
Opening the door quietly, she shut it behind her with almost a loud slam and looked around at the carnage and blood that covered the walls and floor. It added a nice touch to the place, and matched her profession, but it was time that she didn't want a whole lot of drama with her liquor. Her blood stained jeans hugged her body in a way that made most men swoon and her shirt showed off her flat belly and the silver belly button ring with a skull hanging from it with a red rubies for eyes. The shirt was complete with a provocative quote and her hair was left to hang down around her face and down to her lower back.
The only man that was really standing was a man with blond hair, but Augustine was unable to see his eyes, not that she cared much. It seemed that the bartender had limped, crawled or tried to slither his way to a door in the back of the room and had made it successfully. "I love death, but was that really necessary?" Augustine asked with a raise of her eye brow and a tilt of her head at the man who'd gone about the slaughter. How she hated unnecessary deaths, especially when she thought about the wives and children that would be left without a father.
The necromancer knew how it felt to be left without a parent and she hated to see someone else go through that. Sadly, there was no stopping it now unless she wanted to raise the dead and send them home only for them to fall into piles of flesh and blood to their families eyes. Augustine gave a light sigh as she moved toward the bar, a seductive sway to her hips as she moved like liquid behind the bar and poured herself a strong glass of tequila.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ And below the flirtatious words and tough exterior...
I just want a man to take me so possessively and aggressively...
That I forget everything but his touch on my skin and the sound of his voice saying my name...`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 10:26 pm
Dameon Wildheart Slowly calming down from the recent blood bath, and dripping from head to toe of blood that is not of his own, except for the ones where they have some bullets coming out. "That was refreshing," He said with a hysterical laughter then when he saw the woman come into the room he was became like a small woof in a way, and made a howling sound. He then looked around about what she was saying, "It was more than necessary little darling, for the ale here was more like water, and not a strong ale," he said with a smile as he walked up to her, "What is your name little missy?" he asked with a smile as he looked at her, "I am Dameon Wildheart," he said as he was still smiling and blood dripping off of him. His clothes were even more bloodstained than what they were before and he smelled like death when he was up close to Augustine. Dameon didn't worry about the smell as he was looking into her eye, he didn't see much but he wasn't worried for what he didnt pay much attention to peoples true intents. He decided not to hold out his hand for the claws that are attached to his arm, and he didnt want to hurt her on accident.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:01 am
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
And out of the darkness, the Zombie did call, true pain and suffering he brought to them all. Away ran the children to hide in their beds, for fear that the devil would chop off their heads.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ Even as the man gave a howling sound to her, Augustine ignored it and continued her way to the bar to pour herself a glass and when he replied, she looked at him with a raised brow. "So... Just because the ale was poor, you left families without a father? That's rather pitiful when you take your anger out on the innocents, don't you think?" The necromancer said softly as she stirred her drink with her finger before pulling it from the tall glass and sucking it clean. The art of seduction was one that Augustine knew best.
Her dirt and blood stained clothes made her look a little more tough, though she wasn't sure where he got the 'little missy'. "I assure you, Dameon Wildheart, nothing about my personality is little. As for my power, that's not very little either. Anyway, call me that again and see where it gets you. I can promise that there are worse places to be than in the ground. As for my name, please call me Augustine." The necromancer said in a light tone that almost screamed of threat, but her voice rolled in as seductive tone.
Augustine could smell the blood dripping from the man's clothing and death clung to him like lovers in the night, but then again, it did to her too. She was surprised that she could still smell it on other people when she surrounded herself with it so much. With a light sigh, the woman picked up the drink from the table and took it down in one gulp before pouring herself another.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ And below the flirtatious words and tough exterior...
I just want a man to take me so possessively and aggressively...
That I forget everything but his touch on my skin and the sound of his voice saying my name...`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 11:17 am
Dameon Wildheart He looked at her blankly then decided to talk, he has already fallen for the woman for he was always weaker when it came to looking at women, "Well i also get set off into a killing spree when ii see fresh blood," he said as he was looking at the corpses. His personality is now completely different than when he was in a killing frenzy. "I am also clumsy with these claws," he said as he pointed to one of his claws, "But i wont call you those words Augustine, and sorry," he said as he looked at her. His eyes seemed to be everywhere and keep going back to Augustine with a few quick glances to him staring into her eyes. He took a smell around the room for he had smelt all kinds of bloods, mostly from him killing things so much, "It smells like there is more blood in this room than i thought," he said with a smile as he was looking around the room and the walls. He was lost in thought again when he had a sudden burst of laughter and his eyes had a crazed look in them as if he had done nothing to this room, and that he wasn't the one that did killing. "Augustine did you know you look very beautiful," he said with a smile as he was wiping blood from his face as if it was sweat. His eyes were focused on her at the moment and he didnt look at anyone else, "Death is also a by product of me having fun." he said with a sadistic smile that seemed to fill his whole face.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 8:20 pm
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
And out of the darkness, the Zombie did call, true pain and suffering he brought to them all. Away ran the children to hide in their beds, for fear that the devil would chop off their heads.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ Augustine gave a light smirk that curled the corner of her lips upward as he spoke. He definitely couldn't be in her line of work then, not that it was much of a disappointment for her, but it just proved to her how much stronger she was to her instincts, how much more in control she was of herself. "Just because you're clumsy with your claws doesn't mean much other than the fact that you either haven't had them long or that you just suck with the weapon." She said with a light shrug as she leaned forward on the counter, pushing her breasts up to reveal cleavage.
At his next words, she laughed. He gave in too easily, but that didn't matter. At least he listened. As he looked like a guilty child that was hiding a secret that he knew he would get in trouble for, Augustine watched him as if he were a bug under a microscope, analyzing him as if he were something intriguing. But he was just another small puzzle to figure out. "I wonder why it smells like blood." She said sarcastically. "You only slaughtered about twenty people in here. I have no idea as to why it would smell like blood." With a roll of her yellow eyes, she stood up and turned to look through the liquors. She'd pay for the bottles that she drank, so it shouldn't have been that much of a problem. Taking a bottle of vodka, she took off the cap and took a deep swig.
When he complimented her however, she paused and then burst out laughing as he had done but a few minutes ago. "If that's the best pickup line you have, getting me into a room will be too much of a challenge for you." Augustine said with a shake of her head. It wasn't that she was a whore or anything, she just liked to have fun when she allowed herself to go out drinking and it usually ended up with someone in a hotel bedroom with her somewhere and her sneaking out in the middle of the night so that there would be nothing between them in the morning.
Augustine wasn't one to get attached to anyone except the dead which could never leave her and then, it was a companion issue rather than one of sexual nature. With a glance to him, the necromancer looked away and to one of the bodies on the floor. "It is to me as well, though it's not really the product... It's more of the thing that allows me to have fun. Death and liquor." She said holding up the bottle of vodka before taking another long swig.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ And below the flirtatious words and tough exterior...
I just want a man to take me so possessively and aggressively...
That I forget everything but his touch on my skin and the sound of his voice saying my name...`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 9:48 am
Dameon Wildheart Listening to the last words his smile seemed even more crazy and the look in his eyes were intrigued, "I have no pick up lines," he said with a smile as he seemed intrigued in her work, Because of his weakness and the fact that she was playing on his weakness he seemed to be entranced by her and his mind and eyes were stuck on her with no other person and he was ignoring the blood around, "Do you think i need to clean up these bodies?" He asked Augustine as he glanced at them then back at her. It was obvious that he had fallen for Augustine and was curious what she would have him do, also his it was obvious he was unaware of what he was doing except for wishing he could please her. He was like a slave in a way and also a child in the way he was thinking, "Im not trying to bed you either," he mentioned as all the words were finally going through his head for he was being a bit slow to things at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:18 pm
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
And out of the darkness, the Zombie did call, true pain and suffering he brought to them all. Away ran the children to hide in their beds, for fear that the devil would chop off their heads.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ Augustine looked up at him with a raised brow. "No pick up lines? I'm surprised. But then again, some men just don't understand a woman." She said with a light sigh and a shrug before she stood and stretched upward, her belly button ring glinting in the florescent lighting. "Cleaning up the bodies would probably be a good idea." The necromancer gave a bright, charming smile.
Though her art of seduction was perfected, she had never seen someone fall for her so quickly without wanting to bed her and get rid of her. "Hm... Such a pity" Augustine gave a small sigh and took out a wash rag from under the counter and rung it out. No, she didn't need to work to clean up the mess, but she figured it'd be better than simply standing there and drinking down several hundred dollars in liquor. Might as well work some of it off.
She began to wash one of the tables, cleaning the blood from the table top, leaning over the table top in yet another seductive way as she cleaned.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ And below the flirtatious words and tough exterior...
I just want a man to take me so possessively and aggressively...
That I forget everything but his touch on my skin and the sound of his voice saying my name...`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 4:05 pm
Dameon Wildheart He vanished and reappeared several times and the bodies were disappearing as he vanished for he was transporting them to some distant place that was over the ocean. When he finally got done there was only bloodstains and broken tables and some furniture that was still left in tact. He watched Augustine and watched how she moved and he seemed to be entranced by her. "Is there anything else you would like me to do?" He asked as he was very intrigued by her and his mind basically was now bent to her will and it was obviously seen in his eyes. He seemed to have no care except for that of her will. He was also thinking about things that she might want him to do, 'maybe she would want me to clean this mess up, or maybe she wants me to do something for her, hmm' he thought to himself as he was still crazy in look and it seemed like he was controlled by her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 10:08 pm
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
And out of the darkness, the Zombie did call, true pain and suffering he brought to them all. Away ran the children to hide in their beds, for fear that the devil would chop off their heads.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ Augustine looked over her shoulder as the bodies began to disappear, but she acted as though she didn't notice that they were leaving the room. Instead, she continued to clean the tables in a seductive manner. "You can help me clean up your mess if you want to. Though whether you do or not, doesn't bother me one bit. You could even simply... Sit back and watch." The necromancer said with a wink and a lick of her lips.
Oh how she loved to entice and torture men in such a sexual manner. But hopefully she wouldn't entangle him in her spider's web so soon. It didn't matter too much, but hey, she thought that men that were harder to get were more attractive. It was just how she was.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ And below the flirtatious words and tough exterior...
I just want a man to take me so possessively and aggressively...
That I forget everything but his touch on my skin and the sound of his voice saying my name...`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 11:27 pm
Dameon Wildheart He decided to help a bit, but he couldn't help not to look at her. He was fallen into a web that he always falls into with almost every woman his eyes sees. He then stopped helping as he watched her move, and his eyes were moving and following her body movements. It was obvious that he wasnt working now as he was watching her move around. He seemed to not worry about the blood now and he was so lost in what he was seeing he was entranced. He had always had a weakness to women and it came out when ever he saw a woman. and it was worse when women played on it, for he became basically a toy to the women.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 12:30 pm
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
And out of the darkness, the Zombie did call, true pain and suffering he brought to them all. Away ran the children to hide in their beds, for fear that the devil would chop off their heads.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ A smile curled her lips as she felt his eyes on her as she cleaned. Her body moved in seductive ways even though she knew she'd already had him caught, a fly in her web. But she turned slightly over her shoulder, pretending to act innocent. "It's not polite to stare." She said softly, her voice a fained innocence as she spoke, still leaned over the table to clean it. When she stood, she came away with bloody water dripping down her torso from leaning on the wet table.
Slowly, seductively, Augustine move to another table and began cleaning it in the same slow, seductive way as she did just about everything.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ And below the flirtatious words and tough exterior...
I just want a man to take me so possessively and aggressively...
That I forget everything but his touch on my skin and the sound of his voice saying my name...`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
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