life is hard and then you die
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Post by Comic on Jun 5, 2016 2:25:41 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]she put down the glass, letting it rest on the woodbar in front of her. this place had that empty noise going on about it as she cocked her head back to listen; it wasn't empty but it was in no way above half capacity here, and most people were sticking to themselves or hogging booths for themselves. it was probably better that way; it let her have a seat at the bar without anyone directly next to her, and none of those clever working men trying to mess with her. the downside to picking the emptier of bars was that it was a little subpar as far as what she was trying to drink. the glass wasn't exactly clean, either, but she could live with that as long as the whiskey she was drinking was going to keep on coming. call it a favor won over; she stopped a bus that was about to hit the bar's owner a few months ago. well, it wasn't on purpose; it was going to hit her as well, so she moved out of the way, and just happened to slam him out of the path. no way she was going to pass up on a free chance to crawl into the bottom of a bottle, though, and so marisa tried to come here at least once a week to enjoy a drink she didn't even like. however, the day was really about to become night with the sun finally giving away to night, so it was likely that more people would start pouring in. she might have to move on if that was the case. instead, the redhead swirled her drink in her hand, propping her other elbow up and supporting her head. she really was a mess if this was all she had to do on a friday night. @open MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by NOVA on Jun 5, 2016 5:01:18 GMT
Jason: Speak. 
His home away from home, Jason visited this bar often. Well, it was actually just one of the many bars he frequented. It was much easier to just hop into one of the many bars found within Kingsport than to go home. Though, that wasn't completely true. Jason could always just buy some booze and stock up at home, but once he reached a point of insobriety, his drinks would be shit. The blond may be a drunk, but he was by no means a sloppy drunk. If he was going to get inebriated it would be off a well made drink, or at the very least, a well mixed soda and booze.
Plopping down at the near empty bar, besides for some girl, Jason ordered a shot of tequila and a coke and rum with a garnish of lime to chase it with. It was late enough in the day that Jason wouldn't need to deal with many other people at the bar besides his fellow drunks, who usually kept to themselves as well. It was the "twilight" zone for bars. The drunks who drank themselves away during the day were leaving or passed out and the more social customers had just barely got off work. This time of the day was perfect for Jason as he enjoyed the quieter aspect of the bar. There was a time in his life where he would have hated it, the silence. He was younger, that is to say a few years ago as he is still young now, and did not have all the worries he did today. Murder. Run. Massacre. Run. Manslaughter. Run. It was an endless cycle of death and despair followed by fleeing where ever he lived.
Yet, at this specific moment in time, all Jason had to wait for were his drinks. Something he knew for a fact would leave him feeling better than when he had first entered the bar. The sound of glass meeting wood caught his attention and Jason looked over to the girl he had sat by. A ginger drinking whiskey, liquid fire for a fiery spirit. He almost snorted at the irony. Almost. Instead, Jason glanced in her direction and said, "Hey."
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life is hard and then you die
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Post by Comic on Jun 5, 2016 11:27:42 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]there it went. her quiet night vanished into a puff of smoke as her hopes and dreams faded into nothing. if her dreams were a motorcycle, they just jumped off a cliff; the crowd goes wild with dismay, and then commits mass suicide. marisa looked up from her drink and at the guy who seated himself next to her. it couldn't have been someone who was at least the right gender for her to put up with them tonight. comic let out a breath through her nose and waited a moment, thinking of something to say. lacking that, she looked at him once more, her eyebrows forming facial expressions that showed her dismay over the whole thing. after that, marisa went back to facing forward, taking another swig from her whiskey and letting out a breath to cool off her mouth. she didn't see a point in verbally responding; her current excuse to that was that she was now taking in more whiskey and had no time to talk. maybe that would be enough for the night. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by NOVA on Jun 6, 2016 0:21:40 GMT
Jason: Drink. 
The bartender arrived with Jason's drinks just as the girl gave him a less than friendly look. The bartender, an older male with a beer gut and mustache, gave Jason a look that read "good luck" and quickly headed off to the other side of the bar to welcome some new patrons. The red head took a shot of the whiskey and then a quick breather. Jason followed suit and clinked his glass to her now empty one, saying, "Cheers." He then tapped the bottom of the glass to the wood of the bar and took the shot, the tequila sliding down his throat as smoothly as a river running its course.
Jason put the glass down and brought his rum and coke to his lips, taking a generous sip. It was cool and refreshing, unlike his company at the bar. Putting the drink down, Jason said aloud, "I can understand the whole not wanting any company when drinking, you know." He was being honest too. He then started to run his index finger around the rim of the glass seemingly absentmindedly, and whispered "Congeler." quietly. As he traced the rim of the glass, an icy trail began to follow behind his finger and slowly caused the entire glass to frost. "Although, when someone comes to sit by you because the bartender seemed to be keeping his attention on this particular side of the bar and they offer a friendly greeting, it could be seen as rude to just ignore them." The blond said, lifting his finger from the glass and shaking the spell off, satisfied with the now cold glass. Drinks always tasted better from a frosted glass.
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life is hard and then you die
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Post by Comic on Jun 6, 2016 8:31:22 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]seems like he wasn't going to give up. the barkeep managed to pause long enough to give her more whiskey, pulling the small glass back to the brim, which was something she appreciated given how her new bar buddy was insistent on being that bar buddy. comic didn't bother keeping a straight face about it, either. the annoyance was pretty clear, even from the side profile. her eyes rolled when he talked of understanding. well, so far, if you understood the desire to drink alone you tended to not force a conversation. marisa wasn't going to bother giving it a reply, at first, but then he continued on to explain how she was being rude by refusing him a greeting and a reply. alright then, if that was what he wanted, she would indulge him. she grabbed her glass, took the shot, and turned to him as she opened her eyes. "i have zero problems with being rude. i have zero problems with ignoring you. and before you try it, don't bother buying me a drink or trying to get me out of here with you. its been a long week and i don't need some guy at a bar adding to my list." she waved her fingers up toward the bartender, to get him to get more drink into her glass. she might need it. "so if you're looking for someone to talk to or a girl to take home, you might want to get a new seat."MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by NOVA on Jun 7, 2016 2:11:40 GMT
Jason: Rant. 
The blond snorted at the girl's accusation, nearly causing his rum and coke to blow out of his nose. Him? Hit on her? It was preposterous. It was ridiculous. It was hilarious. "Don't flatter yourself." Jason said with a chuckle as he sipped at his drink. Had he really come on as flirty? He hadn't thought so, but maybe it'd been so long since this chick got hit on she just assumed any time a guy talked to her he wanted to get into her pants. Well, she was most definitely wrong this time. Putting his drink down on the bar, Jason began, "I don't care how your week went nor was I hitting on you. First, you're not my type. Second, you're not worth spending money on to buy a drink. Third, you're rude, but apparently you could give a rat's ass about that." He then took a sip from his now half empty glass and added, "I was being friendly, but you obviously aren't the friendly type. But I'm not getting a new seat just because you have some vendetta against the world. Go ahead and return to glaring at the shot glass, I'm sure that'll fix your problems. Or better yet, go home so people can't talk to you. A bar is a public place for people to interact, ever consider that, Hothead?"
Had he gone on a rant? Yes. Had he been hypocritical? Yes. Was it necessary? No. Jason drank away his problems like the next guy, but at least he wasn't flat out rude to people when they tried to talk to him.
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Jun 10, 2016 16:44:50 GMT
Post by lilith on Jun 10, 2016 16:44:50 GMT
The bartender gave Lilith a glance of relief as she slipped between the two. Her hand slithered along the backs of both of their stools, and she leaned in elegantly smiling.
"MMMmmmmm, I love the fire between you two children. Both of you want to wring each other's necks, but this is not the place. Let me fill both your cups." She snapped to the bartender, leaning back, her matronly tone mingling with chanel #5. "You, sir, have quite a temper. The girl merely speaks a hard truth. Men approach her like pests. Maybe she is at a bar not to speak to a man."
"And you, my dear, might have already had too much to drink," she giggled.
"Perhaps later, you two can duke it out," she whispered as the fresh round clinked on the counter.
Comic NOVA @open
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life is hard and then you die
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Post by Comic on Jun 11, 2016 4:02:58 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]it seemed like the verbal scuffle was initially going to end on a silent note from herself as she failed to respond; comic had hot words she could have fired back with, but both a lack of energy and a filling regret brought on by drink and inner turmoil filled that void up into silence. there was nothing to gain from arguing with him other than something to try and sleep off later, and her sharp tongue had already cut off enough trouble. unfortunately, they were loud enough to drag the snakes out of the grass. lilith's appearance between them froze her in her seat. it didn't feel right. comic didn't know anything about the person who just arrived, but just the air around her felt wrong. stained. like it shouldn't be there, not on this earth, not there. comic pulled her arms a bit inward, huddling herself over her drink and trying to let it slide. but then she interjected, then she stirred the pot. she spoke of men and women and desire, if but briefly, and yet hit a nail somewhere on the head that caused her to pause. comic scoffed at the drink comment, and stared at the fresh drink provided by the newcomer. "buying us a drink and egging us on to fight. yeah, okay. smart idea." marisa stared long and hard at the drink before deciding to take it all in one shot. she let out a breath, pulled hair out from in front of her face, and stared down at the bar itself. "the fuck do you even care what we do? just trying to drink and ignore blondie."MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by NOVA on Jun 11, 2016 4:40:51 GMT
Jason: Speak. 
Jason had been ready to unleash hell on the girl with his tongue if it hadn't been for the stranger that arrived, and by stranger, he meant her presence. It was unnerving. Inhuman. Familiar. Yes, Jason had dealt with beings similar to the one that was now coming towards him. It was a being such as this that provided him with the spell that he used to sell his soul. Well, someone's soul. Nonetheless, interacting with these creatures was less than pleasing. Hell, when the creature touched the back of his chair Jason felt shivers run down his spine. He could only guess how the ginger was feeling. At least he was used to this type of occult shit.
Muttering some ancient Hebrew under his breath, Jason quickly set up some basic wards around himself and the ginger. While he wasn't particularly fond of the girl, he didn't want he falling for whatever tricks this... thing had up it's sleeve. The spells would act to prevent manipulation and provide protection against energy and magic. Jason wasn't sure what this woman was and just wanted to do a general shield for them, covering a range of attacks. And if she got physical, well, his sword was a spell away.
His drink was placed in front of him and Jason eyed it with caution. He didn't trust this woman or her gifts, and instead pushed it off to the side. "The red head has a point. Why the hell are you here trying to get us to fight? And more importantly, what the hell are you? You're not human, that much is obvious." Jason said, finally turning to look at the eerie stranger. The energy bound in his eyes had her readings far beyond that of a human, in fact, they didn't appear human.
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Jun 11, 2016 18:13:39 GMT
Post by lilith on Jun 11, 2016 18:13:39 GMT
"I assure you, humanity has harmed itself more than I am capable of. Let's put aside what I am, and drink to the night." Lilith loved the night. She loved these divey, ratty, local-infested bars. Across from them, Lilith's former entertainment finally bloomed into chaos. She had been picking the minds of two buddies, one of which was sleeping with the other's wife. They secretly hated the other. They secretly knew. All she had done was given them the final push, to bring their feelings to the surface. Jerry Springer would have been proud.
Now, across the bar, a pitcher broke as the two men lost their temper. There friends held them back as they shouted slurs at each other. During this distractions, she tentatively pressed her mind against the wards that had appeared. Strong, but there was a back door. She didn't care to bother breaking through it, though. She would rather let them think they were safe.
"As you said before, my dear," she replied, turning to the blonde man, "This is a public bar, and I was being friendly." She clinked her martini to the red-heads drink, and she downed it while the two men were dragged outside behind her. "My name is Lillian. It is a pleasure." The girl reminded Lilith of her younger self, and she liked her. The boy smelled like Babylon.
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Jun 12, 2016 7:26:58 GMT
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Post by Comic on Jun 12, 2016 7:26:58 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]comic had maintained a certain line of thought throughout her "career", and it once again come to the forefront tonight, after hearing the keywords in the back and forth between blondie and the woman. and once that thought surfaced, it was on her mind for more than just a moment. fuck magic. fuck this occult shit. apparently the woman next to her was not quite a human woman, that much was certain. and that also indicated that the blonde wasn't just another patron at the bar. comic didn't know where to go with any of this at the moment, but before she could make a decision, the fight broke out across from them; she watched, silent, unjudging. she was brought back to her own reality when the woman tapped drinks with her own. marisa found the nerve to turn and get a good look at who it was that was insistent on being here with them... or her, as it seemed to be. it almost didn't feel right, still; like an itch you never got to scratch that was dulling but still, even still, demanding your attention, demanding for it to be scratched, barking at your skin and clawing at your nerves to get you to look, as if to say, here! right here! pay attention to me alone! and that was what it was like to look at the one who called herself lillian; a breath caught in her chest and she took in the face of what she would describe as her captor. marisa turned back to her drink, all too quickly, as if upset that she had been caught in such a vulnerable moment. she fumbled at the drink; not outwardly, but inward, in her mind, trying to process on how much more to drink to forget all of this. quietly, she spoke up. "so you're both freaks." MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by NOVA on Jun 13, 2016 8:49:16 GMT
Jason: Judge. 
The blond felt violated. The being that called itself "Lillian" had teased at his wards, prodding and pushing on them. She didn't break them, but the witch had a feeling if she tried, she could. Jason knew he should have done something more than general shielding, but he had been unsure as to what she was capable of. The only thing he had known for certain at the time of casting was she held some sway over emotions, as was evident by the brawling bros farther down the bar. The one good thing that came out of the prodding was that he got a feeling she wasn't being honest. Why else would she test his wards besides to use whatever emotional manipulation she had on the two of them?
Or at least on him. Jason watched as the ginger seemed to hold her breath when she finally looked at the nonhuman. Either "Lillian" was working some magic on the red head, or the red head was simply surprised. What really surprised Jason, however, was the insult from the ginger. Freaks? He had thought the witch trials long over and the stigma around magic users a thing of the past, especially in a city such as Kingsport. Ignoring "Lillian", Jason said, "You're no mundane mortal either, hothead." He wasn't completely sure what she was, but from the energy she radiated, the blond knew it was more than the normal human.
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