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Post by sabosect on Aug 20, 2005 2:32:06 GMT -5
[This is intended as a place for those who do not fit into hight society, such as Nerlata.]
She walked down the street, ignoring the brawl in the alley. In this section of town, you acted as though you didn't see it if you didn't plan on joining in. Simple law of survival.
The bar itself had a sign up, depicting a green orb in space with hands giving rude gestures and its tongue sticking out. It was first established before the original VITAS plague as a tribute to something or other. Numerous owner changes since then left this place as a hangout for the local gang, as well as anyone who considered themselves powerful enough to enter. The building looked run down, but anyone familiar with it knew of the small defensive items that you never saw until it was too late.
She walked in, the guard giving her a brief look. Like bars everywhere, he was checking to see if she had weapons. Unlike most bars, this one denied entry if you didn't have at least one weapon that looked deadly. Rough neighborhood, after all.
She walked up to the bar, ignoring the grime most of the place had, and ordered a beer. She drank it carefully, enjoying the rich flavor of the troll brew, being careful not to drink too much. Being drunk in here could be deadly.
She scanned the bar, looking for new patrons on this night.
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Post by milesmondavi on Aug 21, 2005 7:35:20 GMT -5
When Pre’ found the named club he did not expect to be approached by thugs in the near by alley. Once he finished his tussle with them and took what he figured it take to clean his clothes and pay for a meal off them he headed into the establishment. It was a well set up place with plenty of room to visit party meet others and he was sure there was ample security of every type just waiting to stop things before they started. Pre walked up to the bar area asked for Dom..” Hey is the owner Dom in tonight?” As he slips a ten cred spot to the tender to show he appreciates his attention.
When the person claiming to be Dom approaches, Pre extends his hand..” Hey I am new to this place. Lookin for a good dinna to eat.” ( if her gets the reply he wants) “Lookin for Italian…
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 21, 2005 18:49:47 GMT -5
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Post by sabosect on Aug 21, 2005 19:12:16 GMT -5
[Agreed. Wrong place. You want the upscale place in the middle of Downtown.
Now, as for this place: I can't find a map that satisfies me. I'll search for another day, then I'm giving up and giving you details.]
The guy stands there, looking credulous. Only his friends dared call him Dom, and even they never did it in public. Magician Dominator, named for how easily his cyberwear tore through magical protection, looks this arrival over, trying to decide if he was just stupid or suicidal. Finally, he decides to reply.
"That depends, chummer. Chicken or beef?" He asks, the deep rumbling of his voice matching up to his physique. After all, giants tend to be big.
Then, at the reply, he does a double take. Someone looking for a Mafia contact? Here? In the middle of the Barrens? Dominator is about to call security when he notices Nerlata laughing. One of the few times he ever saw her do that.
"Hey, chummer, wrong bar. Wrong part of town, even. The place you are looking for is Downtown. This is the Barrens. Dominator, no need to geek him. He's no more a wise guy than I'm a Yak," she says, giggling a bit as she talks.
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Post by Xtreme on Aug 21, 2005 19:22:56 GMT -5
::ooc:: sab I have an old map of the original Eager Beaver that I designed if youd like that.. Its setup as a strip joint but you can modify it to suite... ill PM it to you::::
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Post by sabosect on Aug 21, 2005 19:24:57 GMT -5
[I'll look it over. It may fit. I can imagine this place has been modified heavily in 55 years. Edit: the map: I'll edit it at a later date to remove the Eager Beaver tag.]
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Post by milesmondavi on Aug 22, 2005 5:08:19 GMT -5
While being confused(sorry I though tit was here my bad mistake hope you ad a goodlaugh and thank you for playing it out) and upset that he could nto even get the correct place. Pre' Keeps his attention to the person in front of him."Thank you miss for not suggesting he geek me. I am in your debt. Mr Dom I apologize for causing you any troubles. and I also thank you for the directions to the proper place. People enjoy your evening." Pre' backs away from the (giant) Dom looks over to where the female voice came from that lightened the situation.(He wants to remember her face if ever he can thankher in return) Pre's walks out and heads towards the proper watering hole.
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 25, 2005 18:15:07 GMT -5
The green orb was starting to piss him off, pretty normal, since he's been watching it for the last 3 hours, sitting in a alley, disgusied as a street bum. Too bad is "contact" knew his past, because he'll gladly trade the dark, rainy exterior for the heat and roof of the bar..even if it were a helhole in the middle of a Z zone.
Luckly, the rain stopped, making the watch a little more tolerable, he shooke his clothes and pulled out his thermos, drinking a bit of warm, awakening coffee. A few patrons left the bar, be he wasn't with them. A few minutes afterwards, he spoted him, walking with some difficulty, but still managing to walk straight. Robert stood up and starting shadowing him. It was predictable; he kept his pee-shooter in his back.When close enough, he locked his arm, pulled out his pistol ( A Street Special, cheap drek) and pushed him into a nearby alley.
"Hey Bobby..still hanging out with street drek? *Trows the Street Special into a dumpster and pulls out his Extendable Baton* Now, why don't you tell me what I want to know..or do I have to...convince you like last time?"
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 25, 2005 22:47:43 GMT -5
Robert left the alley and walked back to the bar, his clothes had a few new scratches on it, thanks to Bobby's knife. He should be more careful, those street trash always had a knack for surviving when cornered. Too bad he didn't get what he wanted. But there's always a name on the list. He called a autocab before entering.
The guard stopped him at the door, but a look at the Manhunter put a surprised look on his face and made him changed his mind. The bar itslef was pretty gloomy ("Guess the sanitation dept. skipted a few visit") and ordered a double sync-whiskey, a bum drinking coffee might seems strange.
The drink came, the ice cubes as brown as the drink, which made him remember that his annual check-up is next Wenesday. He drank it, waiting for his autocab to get here quickly, before drek happens.
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Post by Saber Drache on Nov 8, 2005 19:45:26 GMT -5
Hah. That should be a nice treat for the janitors. Faust snorted. Yeah. Like this place has one. One end of the belt through the loop and tie. Alright. He was ready to face the world. Tch. The faucet doesn't even work in this drekhole. His raven haired head waved to the side as he sucked up spit and let fly on the remnants of the sink. Hnh. The noisy hinges groaned in abuse with a shove from an outstretched hand.
Oddly enough, it smelt better in the bathroom than it did in the main room, passing by some of the darkened corners where only glowing circles greated eyes and wafts of smoke assaulted the nose. Ngh. Man. What does a guy have to do in a place like this to get service? Striding close to the stage he had to budge pass some people, feeling more than a couple hands searching for loose creds. How many stopped once they felt the cool metal handle inside the holster?
Ngh. Bah. Too much thought. All he needed to think about was how to subtract and add. Subtract credits for drink, add to the total number of shots. Time had to be passed today somehow. Something exciting had to happen soon. All the peace was bothering him. In the background, some poor soul got his head smashed in with a beer bottle. Dang I'm bored.
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Post by flext on Dec 11, 2005 5:47:54 GMT -5
**OOC: wow long time no post. I think i'll take a stab at revival .** An elf walks through the door or the bar. He is wearing a bright red and orange colored hawiian shirt with blue jeans and blue canvas sneakers. His facial expressions do not match his bright attire. His eyes are bloodshot as if he hasen't slept in days. He gazes areound the room and seats himself at the bar. He looks over the the bartender "Just get me something that will put me out.... and lots of it." He goes back to surveying the room and glaces at the stage for a moment. The bartender brings him some shots and he downs them pausing for a minute or tow between each one as he seems to survey the area in front of him and read any sort of text he can find. His actions seem a little twitchy as if he is slightly nervous.
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Post by Saber Drache on Dec 11, 2005 21:36:17 GMT -5
Samuel took a look to his side at the man that was colored brightly. From the flashy colors of his shirt to the briliant red in the ends of his eyes. Hnh. Another guy that couldn't sleep at night. Ngh. To care or not to care. Slowly, tiles tipped one by one into the scales and the words tipped out of his mouth. "Hey. You alright?"
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Post by flext on Dec 12, 2005 1:02:34 GMT -5
"huh! wha!" The elf jerked suddenly as if he temporarily dozed off. "Oh... yeah i'm fine. It's the that i couldn't sleep....again...." He took another shot and mumbled to himself. "That crap will mess your brain up bad...." His eyes glazed over as if remembering some past event, just for a moment. He suddenly snapped back into reality. "You a reagular here?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2005 16:09:18 GMT -5
A portly young man walks through through the door, looking lost yet happy with a folded up map in his hand. He walks up to the bar, orders a watered down drink. "Hey bartender, could you by chance tell me where I am? I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere and have gotten lost." He spreads out the map on the counter and scrutinizes it.
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Post by flext on Dec 20, 2005 2:23:02 GMT -5
The elfs head whips around and looks at the man. His mind raced on and completly forgot his last conversation. His mind raced as he scanned the man trying to identify him or catagorize him. He looked like a moneyed individual and nieve. The thought crossed his mind of theft but that wasn't his game. He was too nice of a guy to rob a stanger..... kinda. He hopped up leaving him drinks adn his conversation and trotted over to the man. " 'scuse me sir. Did i hear you needed directions?" So far the plan was working. If only he had a plan....
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