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Post by snow on Sept 19, 2006 15:47:09 GMT -5
"Oh her? She's made of steel. Know she won't kill half of what I'd probably fight, she's more for discouragement than anything." He unwrapped part of the chain and gripped it in one hand. "Not that I'm not any good with her, ya know. Guy's gotta know how to handle his lady." He grinned broadly and accepted the drink, diverting his attention to the bartender. "Sunshine? Whatever Red. Ya probably don't get many blondes in here, do ya?"
He downed the drink in one go, placing the empty glass back on the table just in time to catch the lady's retort. "Eh, don't worry Olive, I'm not gonna ya 'cause any trouble." He cracks his knuckles through their leather encasements and thumps himself in the chest twice. "Just found the place, wouldn't be worth much if I got kicked out so soon, eh?"
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malico
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Post by malico on Sept 19, 2006 17:28:44 GMT -5
Malico can already see something bad going down tonight as the place gets packed with people. He whips out drinks left and right to paying customers and being friendly as possible for him to be. When he's getting paid this well he has no problem acting nice to help bring in the tips. He glances at Karin, happy to see her working so hard, she got him out of a tight bind. There's no way he could have waited and tended the bar at the same time.
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Post by Keero on Sept 19, 2006 21:19:30 GMT -5
Karin weaved in and out of the tables, a tray of dirinks in her hand. The strange thing about her being so tired was her increase in ballance. She spun with the music as she made her way from table to table. It was relitively easy, most everyone ordering pritty much the same thing. She made her way back up to the bar to gather a refill on a few drinks and new orders. "We have an order for three burgers Mal." She took to calling him Mal for short, speeking really quickly to keep up with the orders. As soon as she got the drinks, she started another round about the club. She took a pause for a moment to stifle a yawn. As she did so, however, a hand reached out and grabbed her ass. A twich came to her eye as she rounded on the pervert. Without a second thought, she pulled out the kife she usualy uses for sacrificial rituals. With the cold stainless steel blade pressing against the offenders neck, she hissed in his ear. "Refrain from touching me. Unless you wish to lose a limb."
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Post by dream on Sept 19, 2006 21:50:10 GMT -5
Khayman stepped up behind Karin, he had seen the entire interaction with her and the drunk. He knew how a bar or any establishment usually pushed for tolerance of unruley customers. This man had been here the last two hours and all he had been doing was drinking, giving people dirty looks and whistleing loudly at anyone of the opposite gender that came within fifteen feet of him. Khayman had been watching everyone, but keeping an eye out for anyone that was disrupting the bars atmostphere. He had already taken two humans out back and ran them through the grinder. This one hadn't been as bad as the other two, but it was his time to leave for the night. Khayman put his foot on the mans table and asked, "Aye, you think you've had enough to drink tonight?" The man looked up at him rather bedazzled and replyed with a defined slurr to his voice, "I'll deciebe shwen Ith hab enouff to drink," and then a little bit more clearly, "get oot of me face."
"Alright then, let's go." Khayman sighed. He reached over the table and grabbed the drunken man firmly by his lower jaw. This was a trick Khayman enjoyed maybe a little too much; people just listened better when their jaw might be gone at any second. Pulling the man forward, Khayman dragged the man over to the door. He opened the door, and proceeded in throwing the man out of the bar by his jaw. Taking a seat at the bar, Khayman turned to watch for anyother trouble makers. He had taken it upon himself to being the bouncer tonight. Curious to see what that sunshine fellow was up to, he looked around for the crazy mortal.
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Post by snow on Sept 20, 2006 2:06:54 GMT -5
Caleb was dancing, having put his chain into his jacket for the safety of those around him. It was easy to locate him, his blonde hair seeming to glow whenever any light hit it. He was like a beacon of light amongst a moving forest.
Despite having partaken of a large quantity of alcohol, he was still level headed. He had a high tolerance for the stuff. Always did. Kept him out of trouble. Or got him into it, whichever came first.
He moved from lady to lady, charming his way into a close dance then moving to the next one. He had noticed a large guy watching him, seemingly getting larger and larger with each woman. Soon, a hand the size of a catcher's glove landed on his shoulder. A large sounding voice boomed out over the music. "Listen bud, I think it's time you let some of us dance with the ladies. If not, I'll make you."
Caleb recoiled a little, apologizing the the young lady he was dancing with then addressed the man, who now appeared to be well over six and a half feet tall and built like a train. "Well, I would but then I wouldn't be havin' a good time now then would I? How 'bout you just go off and mate with a tree or something else your size, eh?"
He dodged the fist aimed at his head and straight punched the man in the neck, dropping him like a sack of unconscious howler monkeys. He caught him and held him up. He waved at the young lady,"No worries Sweetness, just got get 'ol Beefy here to a chair, he's had a bit too much of the sauce." He dragged the massive sack of meat across the floor to a chair and deposited him, the chair groaning in protest.
He took a hat off of a nearby drunk, too out of it to notice and placed it on the mans face. He patted him on the shoulder and returned to his dance.
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Post by malico on Sept 20, 2006 2:32:16 GMT -5
Malico can hardly hear himself think with all the noise going on. Sure he can understand what Karin and Khayman were fighting for, but Caleb was digging deeper into trouble as the night went on. Some people were being even more violent and frustrated, Malico had to do something to straighten this bar out. He turns off the tunes and gives the machine a fifty second change over to start up again. From behind the bar he pulls out a pair of giant scythes, jumps on the bar, and holds his arms out sraight. "That is ENOUGH!!!" His voice gets so loud and deep it sends a shudder down everyones spines. You could see his icey eyes glowing with rage as he stared off at everyone in the bar. He now had all of their undivided attention. "If you dare to start a god damn fight in my bar, you'll have to kiss the blades of my buddies here." He roles his trench coat off his shoulders and the room is dead silent as the coat falls to the ground." He waits with his fangs gleaming for all to see. His hair glows as red as wine in the bar light and as the fans go around it moves his hair, giving the illusion that he has fire around him. His scard chest seems to be the only movement in the room. Every normal customer knew that these scythes were his specialty when it came to fighting. No one has ever lasted more than a second against those bloodthursty blades and soul bearing grin. "Now are we here to fight or to allow everyone a good night? Get back to your food, dancing, and drinks. If I find another person starting a fight I'll rip you in half before you can recover from you first blow. GET ME!"
He lowers his arms and cracsks his neck to the side. Everyone goes back to their thing just as he told them to. No fights broke out and Malico put the blades beck behind the bar. The tunes began to play again and Malico went back to working. His devilish grin, still on his face.
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Post by Keero on Sept 20, 2006 9:16:57 GMT -5
Her feet rolling back into the swing of things, Karin returned to serving the drinks. The music started back up, quick paced and pulsing with rhythm. Automatically, she started to dance with it, the tray of drinks never tipping on their pedestal that was her arm. Her hips swung left and right as she made her way to each patron. Making her way back up to the bar, she managed to dodge everybody, their sweaty bodies trying hard to catch her smaller frame as she passed. At least there's one good thing about being short, she thought to herself as she squeezed through a barricade of men. They can't catch me.
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Post by dream on Sept 20, 2006 9:44:16 GMT -5
Khayman had stood up during Malico's short speech but the only person that had seemed to have any problem with it had left breifly after it. He was a shorter man built kind of like a pit bull. He also looked like he didn't stay happy for long, if he had been ever. It was curious, this man looked to be a newly blooded vampire, but Khayman knew he hadn't approved this one to join their ranks. Hopefully Khayman would get to see the short man again to find out if he had been blooded and who had done it. If shorty had been blooded then pherhaps Khayman could inlist Sunshine and Malico to help him crack down on shorty and his freinds. *Hmm Theres something about that girl* He thought as he watched the waitress duck between a couple of dancers. Maybe she would be able to help them as well.
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Post by snow on Sept 20, 2006 14:58:04 GMT -5
All Caleb could do was grin widely towards the bar. He knew that that was pretty much aimed at him, so he decided to slow down a bit. He sat down at a nearby table, far from the unconscious Beefy, and leaned back, getting comfortable.
All he could think of now is fighting, which wouldn't serve him well if he wanted to keep coming to this place, but he couldn't shake the image of Red with the scythes out of his head. Now THAT would be a fun opponent. He grinned even wider and crossed his arms, nodding to the music.
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Post by malico on Sept 20, 2006 17:42:54 GMT -5
The orders continued to pile, *what a good night for buisness* Malico thought to himself. Niru returned to his pillow after greeting and getting priase from many of the customers. "You're so easy to please aren't you boy?" Niru looked at him with a blank gaze and barked twice. It's these times when he's glad he found this dog that one night in the alley. He was just so happy all the time, and it always made Malico calm down when he saw those big old eyes and flapping tounge jolting in and out of his mouth.
It's now around 3:00 A.M. and there are some people that leave early to rest up. The night has been long and the tipping was amazing. No other fights broke out that night which makes Malico feel better. Everything is going at a confortable pace and Malico gets his first chance of the night to take a break. He grabs a plate and gets himself some chicken, rice, and potatoe wedges. He goes and sits down at the table with sunshine. He then turns to Karin, "Take a break my dear, grab yourself some food and come sit down." He then turns back to sunshine, "Well, you did starts some shit tonight, but if it happens to happen again it better be as an Eclipse Bar bouncer. Sure the pay isn't much but at least you'll get to have fun. Don't think I don't see that lust in you eyes when you fight." Malico takes a bite out of a chicken leg. "Besides, I think you'll agree the ladies like the bouncer."
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Post by Keero on Sept 20, 2006 21:54:05 GMT -5
Karin made herself a glass of water, leaving the tray atop the bar where she sat. She never did eat much. It was always quench a thirst and run. Tonight was no different. She quenched everyone else's thirst, now it was time to answer hers. And ice cold water was just what she needed. All her stress about her missing client washed out of her, though it was just a quickly replaced with irritation. I guess who ever it was got cold feet. Fuck. She made quite a bit of tips tonight, but no where near as much as she would have been paid to raise a corpse. Not even close. And now she would never hear the end of it from her boss.
Why her teacher worked for him was simple enough, he needed the money. Why Karin continued to work for him was a different story entirely. One she didn't even grasp. It wasn't money, if she wanted money, she's crawl back to daddy and his stupid wife and pretend to be the perfect little girl. She was still only eighteen, she could make that work for her. No, it wasn't money. Befits? No, there was no such thing as 'befits' with her boss. Work experience? That could be it, though if you knew the trade she knew, experience was all you had.
No, she just couldn't fathom it. Why did she stay with Animators Inc.? That was one thought that kept her irritated. She gripped her glass of ice, the tips of her fingers becoming white from the pressure she was applying. Her brows furrowed in thought, eyes narrowed at the glass in her hands as if willing the ice to melt faster.
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Post by dream on Sept 20, 2006 23:33:43 GMT -5
Khayman looked out the window and saw a car pull up outside the bar. The could-be vampire that he had dubbed shorty. Stepping into his veiw was a vampire that Khayman did remember. John Bahlu. He was full of pride and was a wanna be before he was allowed to be sired. Apperently he had chosen to sire some of his old cronies and shorty was one of them. Lifting a a shot glass off the bar he took a looked at it. "I'll buy you another one." He took the shot glass and threw it threw the window at shorty with a nice spin on it. It hit him in the leg, cutting into it. Khayman stood, unsheathed his katana and walked out of the bar. This would be an enjoyable fight.
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Post by snow on Sept 21, 2006 2:07:15 GMT -5
Caleb grinned widely. "Hey, that beats the hell outta my current gig over at taco bell. Sure Red, I'll bounce the bums for ya." He stretched his arms up and over his head, his ego inflated by the job offer. "Hey, maybe I can drum up some more fine lady regulars for ya, eh?" He stood up and went to get his jacket. He returned as he finished wrapping the chain, whispering softly to it, around his torso and pulled on his jacket. "Now I'm ready to start."
He looked around the bar for any troublemakers, and quickly saw Khayman throw a glass through an open window and leave the bar with a sword drawn. "You want I should keep an eye on him, seems like that might drive away business."
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Post by malico on Sept 21, 2006 17:17:04 GMT -5
"Good idea Sunshine. Keep him from making too big a scene. I want him to be a bouncer too so don't rough him up. Try working together, but please, if you're going to make a scene take it into an alley or something I don't want anything happening in front of my bar." Malico takes a bite out of a potatoe wedge and then continues. "Oh, and if he's too strong for you, then just call for me. Oh and my dear waitress, I'm afraid I never asked your name." He says turning back to Karin.
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Post by Keero on Sept 21, 2006 17:47:28 GMT -5
Turning her attention away from her thoughts, she took a moment to register the question. "Blake," she said simply, "Karin Blake." She pulled the tap to her and refilled her glass. She showed no sign that she knew what was going on outside. One thing about raising the dead, you tend to create a sixth since. Though hers was still weak due to young age and lack of experience, she could still sense three undead bodies through the window. Taking a long pull form her water, she let out a content sigh. "Did anyone else hear a 'ping' sound?" A smirk pulled at the coroner of her mouth. Leisurely, she slipped off the stool and walked to the broken window. Dark tinted glass littered the floor as she listened to the fighting outside. Fuck, she thought irritatingly. The last thing she wanted to do was walk out into a vampiric battle at three in the morning.
"Hay, when do you think the sun will be up? Around five or six?" She really didn't want to wait around that long. No, the last thing she wanted was to get stopped by some creep in the streets underestimating her because of her size and age. She was eighteen, yes, a legal adult, but because of her five foot five hight, she was often mistaken for a fifteen or fourteen-year-old. The only way one would tell the difference is when they saw her eyes and felt the age and wisdom she already held in them.
Carefully reaching into a pocket of her purse, she pulled out the brass knuckles she kept with her. I might need these, she thought with with a sigh. She then pulled down the hem of her shirt, covering the gun she kept at her him. Yeah, she was young, but not stupid.
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