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Post by sora on May 30, 2008 23:13:59 GMT -5
Sorry if this is a bit long. I tend to get into details too much sometimes x3 Also, another sorry if I got the city/how things are built/made are wrong in here too (ex. what the city looks like, what the bar looks like). Just tell me and I'll change them up!
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Sora had been walking the streets of this new city, Cheshire. To her it was new at least. Her head turned this way and that as she took in her new surroundings of what she planned to be her new home. Buildings were here and there but for the most part, she noticed, there were hardly any people out and about. Curious as to why, she checked her wrist watch. Pressing the little button on the side, the screen of the digital clock lit up in a teal color. 20:01. “Only 8?” she mumbled to herself. This was odd.
The young woman looked around again, “Surely there’s something going on in another area in this city. I’ve never seen a place with so few people at only 8 o’clock before." Suddenly, she felt something wet hit her face. Sora reached up a hand to wipe whatever the substance was off her face, only to be pegged by another. Looking towards the sky, she found her reason on why she was getting wet. The sky was a grayish color, and with more of the drops hitting her exposed skin, she knew that the liquid could have only been one thing. Rain. And it was coming down at a fast rate too.
Sighing at her predicament, Sora continued walking as she looked around for a place to stay dry until the rain stopped. Sure her BDU jacket could keep the rain from penetrating her upper body, but her legs were only covered with jeans. The jeans would get wet soon and Sora didn’t exactly feel like wandering around with her legs feeling numb. The cold 40 degree weather was just making itself known to the eighteen-year-old.
Finally, her brown eyes spotted a neon sign. Sora made her way towards it, totally oblivious that she had just walked into an alleyway to get to it. Once she got to it though, she felt reluctant to go inside. The grinning cat, even the name of the place, reminded her of Alice in Wonderland. That though didn’t bother her. It was the fact that it was a bar. She had never been in one before. ‘Brother had always threatened to beat me if he ever caught me in one,’ she thought. She grunted at her herself. ‘He isn’t here to threaten me anymore. Besides,’ Sora looked up at the sky once more, ‘the rain has gotten heavier while I’ve stood here.’
Deciding on going in a place she had never been before over becoming a drowned rat, Sora pulled open the bar door and went inside. Her brown eyes met a rather…comfortable looking interior. It wasn’t at all as bad as she had expected it to be. But then again, she had never been in one in her life. She shifted a bit, fidgeting with her damp BDU jacket.
Looking around for an empty seat, she found one next to a window and sat herself down. She didn’t make eye contact with anyone, due to not wanting to call any real attention to herself. The young woman unfastened the buttons and unzipped the zipper on her jacket, placing it over the back of the chair next to her. Sora stripped off her wet gloves and placed them in one of the jacket's side pockets. Once settled, she placed her arms on the table and crossed them as if to keep warm now that her 'security blanket', also known as her BDU jacket, was no longer on her shoulders.
'I’ll just stay here until the rain is gone,’ she reminded herself as she stared out the window. Her ever observant eyes couldn’t help but to wander around the bar every now and then to see all who was there. Though she had pledged to leave when the rain lightened up, she wasn't exactly sure where she would be going to.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on May 31, 2008 5:13:46 GMT -5
Comrade tended his bar as usual, his waitress’s not even have made it in left him short handed as usual. He scowled a bit about the bar, the clientele was less then usual and all probably due to a mixture of rain and the current threat from the witches. Silvery blue orbs eyed a stranger that entered his abode a bit suspiciously. Another new were in town the born rat thought in silence as she took a seat. Polishing a glass the bartender called out over to her.
“ What can I do you for?” He spoke in a calm voice as his nose twitched for a second. W hiff of wolverine hit his nose as he realized her species. Great another predator he thought mentally. Though not as freaked out as the man was by the feline species the rat part of Comrade’s brain was already growing fidgety.
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Post by sora on May 31, 2008 9:54:39 GMT -5
Sora felt her muscles tighten involuntarily when someone called out. She looked around to find who had spoken and found the bartender to be who had questioned. The young woman looked down at her hands as if embarrassed. ‘From the looks of it,’ she thought uneasily, ‘he was talking to me. So much for going unnoticed.’ She knew someone was bound to notice her, but she hadn’t expected to be addressed so quickly. ‘Oh well,’ she thought with a sigh.
Brown eyes found themselves on the silver-haired ‘man’ once more. She wasn’t sure what she was to do about her new dilemma. He seemed nice enough to ask, but then again it was his job. Deciding to not let his breath have been wasted she decided she should maybe ask for something to drink. Now that she thought of it, she was a little thirsty. “Could I have some water please, sir?” she asked to his question. Sora hadn’t a clue that the ‘man’ was actually a Were, or that the bar she was in wasn’t visited too often by regular humans. She waited patiently for his reply, unfolding her arms while she waited.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on May 31, 2008 16:01:14 GMT -5
“ Only water? That’s a rarity around here.” Comrade laughed as he got her a cold glass of water and walked about the bar. Setting it on the table his eyes looked to hers for a second in curiosity before turning to return to his work.
“ Don’t be afraid to sit by the bar hun, I only bite those that annoy me.” He spoke in his usual charming façade as he laid on the smooth talk when he was trying to figure someone out. This was definitely a were he had not seen before nor heard anything about and he was trying to get any information on her he could. One never knew when that information would become a valuable asset .
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Post by sora on May 31, 2008 21:59:44 GMT -5
Sora only nodded in reply and shrugged to his laugh. Her observant eyes watched the ‘man’ as he went about his work in getting her simple order. When he walked over to her table to give her her drink, she looked up at the bartender. Her brown eyes looked up and caught his briefly. “Thank you,” she said quietly. She watched the ‘man’ return to his post behind the bar.
When he spoke again, the young woman fingered her glass of water as she contemplated on whether to move to the bar or not. She glanced over at the man in a cautious way. ‘Should I trust him?’ she pondered. He appeared to be nice…but Sora wasn’t sure she could trust him just yet. They young woman glanced out the window she had chosen to sit by. Finding it still raining, and feeling the cold starting to creep onto her skin due to her closeness to the window, Sora decided that just maybe it wouldn’t hurt to move closer.
She grabbed her jacket from the chair beside her with one hand and her drink, which she had yet to drink from, in the other. Once all of her belongings were gathered, she moved over to the bar shyly. Once she was there, she placed her jacket on the back of her new chair and her glass on the counter. She glanced at the man, whose name she did not know, before finally sitting down. Sora was silent as she sipped her drink, happy to be just a little bit warmer now that she was away from the window. She felt awkward just sitting there drinking her water. Her eyes wandered from the bartender to her drink, unsure of how to continue talking to the ‘man’, should he desire to continue.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on May 31, 2008 23:07:01 GMT -5
Comrade smirked seeing the look in the girls eye. All too often he had dealt with these unsure types. Setting down the glass for the moment since he had nothing else better to do the gray haired young man jumped up on a stool in the corner where he worked. Leaning his back against the corner of the bar he watched the girl for clues about her.
“So what’s a young woman like you doing in these parts?” He asked her as his eyes of silvery blue focused a bit in a unnatural way. His rat senses picking up on every little detail about her person from the various scents of the city that lingered upon her flesh to ever little hair upon her head. He noticed all the details and took it in, fresh meat for the packs he thought silently to himself. Or a loner that will fight being taken under one of their wings. It interested him in a way. Would this start a chess match among the packs for fresh blood? Though Marius was never the one to play these war games, so Comrade could rule that man doing much of anything accept arriving soon for his nightly drinks till he couldn’t walk straight as usual.
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Post by sora on Jun 1, 2008 0:09:42 GMT -5
Sora looked up from her glass when the bartender spoke to her once more. “Looking for a new place to call home, sir. After—” she stopped herself from spilling her ‘secret’ about her being a possible Were, “a few problems, I had to leave my old one.” The young woman thought she was all alone in her new little world. She wasn't sure she was actually a Were, due to having only known of Werewolves. Sora might have been in a frenzied state on the night of a full moon, but she knew damn well that she wasn't a wolf when she transformed. As for Sora's 'secret', she hadn’t a clue that the bartender already knew she was a Were.
Eyes watched the ‘man’ as he leaned up against the counter, his light blue gaze watching her strangely. She shifted uncomfortably as he watched her. Sora decided to return her gaze to her water as she sipped some more of it.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jun 1, 2008 0:37:38 GMT -5
Comrade frowned a bit thinking she had been speaking of the trouble with the witches as of late.
“ Been a lot of that going around, but if a place your looking for I have a few rooms for rent still over the bar. That is if your looking for something cheap of course.” The man grinned deviously for a moment as he got up and started to put out some nuts and other things for his customers.
“ Though a word of advice, this city is pretty dangerous if you don’t know what your doing. Have you checked in with any of the groups yet or at least made a few friends?” The rat asked. Still not having a clue that she didn’t know he was a were as well.
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Post by sora on Jun 1, 2008 1:10:04 GMT -5
Sora looked back up again when the bartender commented about her earlier reply. ‘What?’ she thought unbelievingly. His offer was tempting, very tempting. ‘He seems alright,’ she decided, ‘And it’s not like I’ll find anything anywhere else tonight.’ She looked to the windows and found that the rain was still coming down outside.
“How much do I owe you for the drink first, sir?” she asked, fishing for her wallet in her back pocket. She needed to figure out how much she would have left before she took up his offer for the room. ‘It’s a good thing I took a good sum of money when I left,’ she thought, gazing briefly over to her jacket on the back of her chair. Her gaze was on the bartender again as she waited for him to say what she owed him. ‘I’ll need to find a job soon if I plan on staying here though,’ she sighed dismally, ‘Maybe I should have raided my brother of a few more hundreds…’
She watched the bartender go about preparing his bar. His question caused the young woman to blink in confusion. “‘Groups’, sir?” she asked. She did know what he meant at all. “I haven’t made any friends here, sir. I just arrived here this afternoon,” she answered to the only part she understood. She had been wandering from town to town for a good two months after she was initially turned into a Were. This Cheshire City seemed better than most of the dumps she had gone through, and therefore why she had decided to settle down here.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jun 1, 2008 8:37:58 GMT -5
Comrade shook his hand in a way of saying no to the young woman.
“ Water’s free. When you start buying drinks worth more then I’ll charge you.” He told her. Knowing the game all to well. Water was free, make the new patron feel special, then collect their money as they buy better things from their favorite pub owner. Though when she spoke of not knowing of any of the groups that he spoke of he looked for a moment in disbelief. She had in no doubt been turned in a shorter amount of time then he had first guessed, or she was just really stupid.
“ I guess it can’t be helped. Since you just arrived though I swore some of our city problems had spread to the other towns. Oh well might as well explain.” He sighed. Offering the basic information for free for once since this young female probably didn’t have much money anyway and wasn’t someone he could get things out of like his other clientele.
“North, South, East, and West.” He explained as he ticked off the gangs upon his fingers before quickly turning around grabbing something off of a back shelf. With a graceful pace he turned back around and placed on the counter a black cord with a unusually large rat tooth upon it.
“ Carry this on you while running about the city. Scent alone will keep others off your case. I don’t give these out often but it signifies that your part of the bar family here. I’m a asset to most of the were packs in this city. They usually won’t harass you much then if you go into their terra.” He told her matter of factly as he walked over to the register with a simple grin.
“ That will be 25 dollars by the way young lady.” he grinned. It was a steal actually since he usually didn’t give those things out and two. Well he usually charged people at least one hundred for such a pass.
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Post by sora on Jun 1, 2008 21:22:23 GMT -5
I don’t know what the drinking age for CC is. I know for the US it is 21, so I’m going by that for this post x3
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Sora felt her eyebrows rise in surprise to the ‘man’s’ decline for money. She gave an unsure nod to him when he spoke about pricier drinks. ‘He’ll be waiting three years if he’s talking about me buy beverages with alcohol in them,’ she thought, remembering the only drinking age that she knew of.
The young woman frowned out of embarrassment at his reaction to question about these ‘groups’. While she had waited for him to reply to her, she had guessed that by ‘groups’, he had meant gangs, as in human gangs. His speak of directions and areas only furthered her thinking that he was referring to human gangs. “Your ‘city’s problems’, sir? Are these…‘groups’ or gangs the cause of the problems you speak of? I’ve never lived near a gang, but I’ve heard about them through the news, movies, and other media, sir,” she tried to converse, possibly only confusing or annoying the bartender further.
Her brown eyes followed the ‘man’ as he went to pick up something. When he placed a necklace on the bar top, she raised a brow at him. At his explanation, Sora’s chair screeched as she abruptly stood up. Her right hand immediately clasped around the scared portion of her left hand. “Weres?” she hissed unbelievingly in a low voice. She wasn’t sure if the other costumers in the bar were aware of the subject that had been brought up and, therefore, why she had spoken in low tones.
Realizing she had overreacted, Sora sighed and sat back down. Her right hand let go of her left arm to finger the necklace. “This will protect me in a sense, eh?” she muttered to herself. ‘Weres even attack their own kind, I guess,’ she mused to herself.
Her attention was refocused on the bartender who was at the cash register, waiting for the money he had just told her. Sora put leg go of the necklace and brought out her wallet, which she had not actually taken out yet. She figured through the green money, only to find hundreds and twenties. Deciding that the bartender’s gift was worth more than a mere $25, he had said that it would keep Weres from bothering her, she passed him two twenties. “Keep the change,” she said, returning her attention to the necklace he had given her.
Sora’s brown eyes wandered over the large rat fang curiously. Her fingers turned the tooth over and over as she inspected it. “Are you a…Were, sir?” she inquired in a low tone. She still wasn’t sure if the other customers were aware of their conversation.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jun 1, 2008 22:01:12 GMT -5
Comrade looked at the female as she jumped up. Raising a brow as she protected a old wound upon her arm.
So, she is a recent turned. He thought mentally to himself before smirking a bit with a slight nodd as he introduced himself.
“ Comrade Takumashii, born were of rat descent.” He told her with a bit of a smirk as he placed the money with a thankful nodd of his head away.
“ Though folks about here just call me Comrade, besides a mass of other colorful names. What I was referring to before was the were packs. Sort of like gangs, but more like families. Think wolf packs in nature. More or less.” He told her as he nodded as a customer entered the bar and he got them a drink.
“ Myself though, I’m a loner. I know how to work the packs and work this city. You need something, or want to know anything just ask me. I can hook you up with everything topsided and in the underground. Though as you mentioned before. The gangs are not the problem here. You be careful of the human witches. They have been hunting us down as of late.” He informed her youthful mind as one of the few patrons started to holler some awful foul remarks about the witching coven.
“ You see, there is a lot of bad blood between us and the coven at the moment.” He sighed a bit.
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Post by sora on Jun 1, 2008 23:20:30 GMT -5
Sora looked up at the ‘man’, who she now knew as a Were, when he introduced himself. “Sora Silverhart,” she introduced automatically. He had given his name, wouldn’t it be rude not to give her own in return? She nodded unsurely to him when she realized he was a Were rat. She quirked a brow before she asked, “So Weres can be more than just wolves and wolverines, Comrade, sir? And we—they—you can be born a Were, too?” She had stumbled over her last question. She didn’t want to offend the Were rat by sticking him in the same category as she, who had been human only three months earlier.
His further explanations only made Sora want to know more about these Weres. “Ah. I thought you meant something different,” she confessed when he explained what he had meant by ‘groups’. The tooth in her grasp sparked a question out of the young woman, “Why would they attack me without your gift, sir?” Though she had already guessed that Weres would attack each other, she still didn’t understand why.
When Comrade explained himself as a loner and whatnot, Sora couldn’t help but to be curious about a few more things. “Underground? Is there an area under the city that’s meant for Weres?” she questioned him further.
Her focus was drawn briefly to the one that had hollered about something she didn’t understand. “Witches? Like the ones in that Harry Potter book series or the ones on…the human-Halloween?” she asked. There were so many things about this new world she had gotten stuck in that she didn’t understand. It was like she had gotten trapped in a fantasy book where everything she had thought was just folklore, was real.
Sora shut her mouth when she realized all of the questions she had asked him. "Sorry, Comrade, sir. I didn't mean to dump all of those questions on you like that. I guess I got a little carried away," she apologized, scratching the back of her head in embarrassment. The young woman fingered the large rat tooth a moment longer before grabbing the ends of the black chord to tie it around her neck. Once her task was finished, she played with it a bit more before placing her bare hands on her lap.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jun 2, 2008 6:36:04 GMT -5
Comrade laughed a bit at this before running his hand through locks of silver.
“ Jesus, I never thought I would be the one explaining this shit. No, no, you got it all wrong if your thinking witches like Harry Potter. Yes they have power, but they treat us like the scum of the earth. You missed the good old roundup a few months back. Took a good many and fed them to a large dragon for fun. It happened after a witch named Claudius Lothair was designated a traitor and a change of power happened. Claudius hated us, but tolerated us at that time. This new guy. He just plain despises us.” He spoke as he shook his head. Going back to polishing his bar he continued to speak.
“ As far as the underground goes it’s sort of our black market. Though it’s not just were’s you’ll be seeing. No, dragons, demons, witches that have fallen. Gargoyles, of course weres and their cousins the changelings and so much more you know. There are a labyrinth of mazes below this city, some of it includes the black market, some it includes the new witches coven. So be careful if you ever travel down there. As she spoke naively of the were’s he laughed once more.
“ Oh yeah you better believe it. North is lead by a pair of wolves, South is lead by a sibling duo, a tiger and a leopard though they were transformed by the second means bites and scratches. West is lead by a caracal and a panther though he is also a shaman. One of the few to actually have two shapes though his second one is a gift from the gods alone. He can also turn into a raven. He’s a bit crazy but not so dangerous most of the time as the rest. He’s more friendly then anything. East is lead by a feline mother and her polar bear helper. Those bunch are as violent as they come, alongside the North. South and West are probably the most laid back of the groups here. Also… they have been more prone to attacking others as of late. Mainly cause of the witching scare and not knowing who is betraying them or selling out. Also, sometimes they get in squabbles over their territory. Though like I said before Marius the Southern Leader and Salem the Westie Leader are probably the most laid back when it comes to those things. I’m actually surprised none of them are here yet…” He spoke as his blue gray eyes turned to the clock over the bar.
“ Marius is awfully late for his traditional drinks… along with that female of his.” He frowned a bit shaking his head.
“ Anyway. You’ll learn a lot quick here. Especially at this place.” He grinned like the fabled Cheshire cat himself.
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Post by sora on Jun 2, 2008 11:35:23 GMT -5
Sora nodded to Comrade's explanations to her many questions. Everything he had told her was so different than what she would have ever expected. “Why do they despise Weres exactly, sir?” she asked when he was done explaining about the witches. The young woman only continued her nodding when he explained the underground. She tried to imagine all the creatures he had mentioned being there. ‘It’s kind of creepy to think that all those folktales and story creatures are actually real!’ she thought. She also made a mental note not to go down there alone.
The young woman continued to make mental notes when Comrade listed off the Were packs and what they were like. “These South pack leaders, they were…transformed like me?” she repeated after him. “So I’m not the only one around here then,” she muttered to herself as she traced her scars.
Her brown eyes followed the Were rat’s when he looked to the clock. She shrugged as if Comrade had asked her why this Marius character not being there. She didn’t know the Were, but after hearing that he had been transformed, like herself, she couldn’t help but to want to meet him. She nodded for the nth time when the bartender grinned. "So a lot of Weres come here then, I guess?" she asked.
When she remembered something she had forgotten to say earlier, she reached for her wallet again. “How much is the rent, sir? I think I forgot to ask you that,” Sora said.
Her ever observant eyes wandered over to the window. ‘It’s still raining,’ she noticed with a sigh. "Maybe your friend is late because of the rain, sir?" she suggested where she had earlier shrugged.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jun 2, 2008 17:57:54 GMT -5
“ Nothing keeps Marius away from his booze. He’s a bit of a heavy drinker and it’s a rare time I don’t see him here. Though he’s probably being cautious cause of those witches.” He sighed as she asked him why they would hunt them down.
“ It’s the same reason why humans fear the dark. They are afraid of the unknown, and it don’t help not all of us are very nice as well. I’ll admit. Some of the night walkers feed off of humans. So this doesn’t aid to our cause. We can’t all be fluffy huggable bunnies you know. Though some don’t have much of a choice. It’s either do or die. Like the vampire race. You either feed or you die, point blank. What are you going to do? The witches get pissed off and seek us out like vermin cause of it. Though where not really all that worse then some criminals, at least we have a reason behind it…. For the most part. Some are just crazy and desire death. That can’t be helped either. Good old fashion racism is what it boils down to.” He tried to explain it the best he could as she asked again of the South Pack.
“ I don’t know all the details but yeah, the brother came upon a group of fighting weres, a leopard and a tiger. He got bit up pretty good that night he said. His sister apparently was hiding in the shadows tailing him when she was nailed by the leopard in the fight between the two. Of course the tiger having gotten him. He took off after that, his sister followed some time after. If you want to know more best ask those two when they come by. Or I could give you their apartment number.” He smirked as he looked off innocently.
“ For a price that is.” He grinned as she spoke of the rent. Money was Comrades friend, despite his moments of kindness.
“ Four hundred a month. Pretty cheap don’t you think?” He spoke innocently as he went to polish the mirror once more.
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Post by sora on Jun 2, 2008 20:30:37 GMT -5
xD Sorry, but your “We can’t all be fluffy huggable bunnies you know” comment made me think of this: Click me!.----------+---------- “Ah,” was her reply to Comrade’s explanation about Marius. Sora nodded when the Were rat began to answer her question. “Yes, humans do tend to fear what they don’t understand,” she agreed. She felt her spine tingle when he admitted that Weres did eat humans. ‘Kenny and I were lucky that night,’ she thought to herself when she remembered the feral Were wolverine that had caused all of her current problems. Sora couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle when he mentioned the huggable bunnies bit. It kind of reminded her of the children’s show Care Bears. She was serious again when he continued to speak about why the witches disliked the Weres. She felt her blood begin to boil as he continued to explain. “What gave the witches the right to exterminate you all like cockroaches? I know life isn’t always fair, but it’s…it’s not fair for you all to be treated like that,” she commented with a scowl. Her hands, that had been in her lap, crossed over her chest as she rested against the back of her chair. Her darkened mood was forgotten when Comrade mentioned the southern leaders. As if she were a child, her eyes brightened in interest as her attention was instantly obtained. “Wow. They fought against Weres when they were only humans? A tiger and a leopard, no less. The two must be a powerful pair, no?” she stated. Sora remembered when the Were wolverine had attacked her arm. Had her brother not been holding onto the feral creature, Sora guessed that she would have gotten more damage than just a few scars. For the two southern leaders to go up against two carnivores of even larger size and survive, amazed the young woman. Sora shook her head negatively. “Though I want to know how to control a few things and whatnot, I’m sure they wouldn’t want a stranger showing up on their doorstep. I’ll just wait for them to show up around here, sir,” she replied to his offer. “Four hundred, eh?” she repeated when he told her his renting price. She figured it to be cheap, having never lived on her own before running off from her family. Sora pulled out her wallet completely and counted the hundred dollar bills until she had only one left. ‘It looks like I’m going to have to find some way to get more money soon,’ she mused. She stole a glance at her jacket, ‘I’m not sure how long my current stash will last.’ Returning her attention to Comrade, she pulled out four one-hundred dollar bills and passed them to the Were rat. “There’s four hundred, sir,” she confirmed.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jun 2, 2008 20:59:11 GMT -5
(( Ooc: OMG XD Too awesome! XD ))
Comrade smiled as the female gave him the beloved money and bent below the counter to draw out a key.
“ And here’s your key. It has the basic furniture. Due what you like as long as you don’t disturb me or any of the other tenants.” He informed her as he was about to correct her on the duo sibling’s greatness when a wet cursing figure walked in. A young man in his twenties with shoulder length hair, bangs hanging into his eyes tried desperately to shake off the water that had coated him.
“ I hate this rain!” He complained as usual. His black mock neck sleeveless shirt fitted to his body along with black jeans and belt only further setting off the look of a man who worked out much. He had just been talking to a few of the were leaders not long before and he had put on his best cloths for the occasion. As he looked up he scented the smell of a new were he had never seen before. Though didn’t pay much heed as eyes, once blue though now a strange feline gold looked about the room.
“ Pretty dead tonight huh Comrade?” The guy asked as he strolled over to a large round table in the corner of the room near the bar. He was waiting for his friends. As usual as he sat back upon the wooden chair shaking the water off his head once more. Comrade shot a smirk over to the female as the leader of the south side pack was fussing over the rain.
“ Yeah, I thought the world was coming to a end Marius. It’s not like you to miss opening.” He commented, assuring the girl as to who she was in the prescience of.
“ Had some distraction’s today. The witches are running silent and it’s making me nervous.” He sighed at last. Very open in what he spoke about to the barman. There was no secret there to be hidden since well. Most of the people there knew of the things going on in this dark town.
“ Where’s your sister?” Comrade asked once more, curiously wondering where the female had gone.
“ Getting her cast off today. That truck whacked her pretty good last moon. “ He admitted to the rat. Comrade only shaking his head a bit, the nervous fear starting to rise in him as the scent of cat floated cross the room and hit his tender nose. Suddenly the man’s back went stiff. The rat in him taking over and telling him to be cautious. He cursed himself mentally as he fought back to the urge to transform and run. Cat’s always triggering the fear effect in him.
“ The dangers of being a were.” He laughed nervously as he drew in a deep breath.
“Yeah, and you need to get over the scent of cat Comrade. It’s making me get too fidgety and makes the tiger in me want to hunt.” He admitted with a sigh. Stupid thing was always getting him into trouble.
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Post by Dark Dragoness on Jun 2, 2008 21:49:12 GMT -5
Zairre had been out scouting the city to learn more about the things going on after attacks and the witch turn traitor on his own people. She had left Dark up on the roof a while back and didn't know where Indulal and his master had gotten to.
Soaked she walked up to the door rung her hair out before walking in. Once inside the bar she released the illusion that she held upon herself to make her look human. As if mist surrounded a few parts of her being a black leathery tail ending with four small horns swayed at her lower back. A set of black leathery wings on her back with the thin inner purple membrane reflecting some of the light that shown on it realing a little bit of silver or blue that appeared at the base of her wings on the outer most part and the inner being composed of red and gold. Her black ivory horns curved back over her skull with the tips pointing skyward. Giving her wings a few flaps they vanished to be replaced with two tattoos upon her bare back that was revealed by her top. The wings were tribal curving down along her spine ending in her family's crest of arms.
Zairre walked over to the bar and sighed running her talons through her white bangs, "Long time no see eh," she said with a slight smile. "Sorry to be late for work I'm getting freak en tired of the witch hunt going on and me being a target what the heck did I ever do to those power hungry beings," she said looking to Comrade.
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Post by sora on Jun 3, 2008 0:08:13 GMT -5
Sorry for how long it is x3
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Sora replaced her wallet as Comrade took the money up from the counter top she had placed them on. She tried to smile back at the bartender, finding him suitable enough during her short time with him to consider him a borderline friend. She still wasn’t sure if she could trust him fully just yet. He had gained more of her trust than she had originally intended though.
Her brown eyes focused on the key that the Were rat had handed to her. She nodded at his description about her new room and what the rules—rule was. “Thank you, si—” she started but ceased when the sound of the bar door opened followed in by cursing from another. Her ever observant eyes looked the soaked ‘man’ over. He was older than her, she noticed, and by his words, didn’t appreciate the rain that had been falling. He looked well built, but she did not ogle at his figure. ‘That would be rude,’ she reasoned calmly to herself.
While the ‘man’ looked about the bar, Sora went about in placing her newly acquired key in one of the numerous pockets of her BDU jacket. With her new prize possession tucked away, Sora returned to her long forgotten drink. It was still cold, surprisingly, so she had no problem with it.
At the sight of Comrade smirking towards her, the young woman cocked her head slightly as to what he might have meant by it. Sora remained quiet, fiddling with the Were rat’s necklace that he had given to her, as the two ‘men’ conversed with each other. She didn’t want to intrude or scare off one of Comrade’s customers after all.
When he mentioned the man’s name, Sora stopped her fiddling. ‘Wait isn’t that—?’ she turned her head around to find where the ‘man’ who had just come in was. Once her eyes found him, she looked him over again. ‘So he’s the southern leader? He’s the Were tiger that Comrade had mentioned?’ she wondered. Feeling suddenly shy, Sora decided against speaking to the Were tiger just yet. ‘What would I say to him exactly? I’m not sure how he’ll react to a stranger asking him questions about being a Were. I’d sound like the damn paparazzi,’ she argued and reasoned with herself. The young woman crossed her arms on the bar top as her eyes focused on the counter as well. She remained silent as Comrade and Marius conversed, listening to their conversation only because she was near enough to hear it.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Comrade go stiff. Turning her cranium fully towards the bartender, she questioned him, “Are you alright, Comrade, sir?” Her question seemed unneeded though as Marius unintentionally explained the Were rat’s action. ‘That’s right. Marius is a tiger, a cat,’ she reminded herself.
The sound of another coming through the bar door caused Sora to look over her shoulder to see who it was. Though she wouldn’t know anyone who passed through the entrance, it was a good way to get her self familiar with the people of this new city. Her brown eyes widened at bit at the creature she saw. ‘She looks almost like a dragon,’ Sora realized just before the…dragoness made her wings disappear. Feeling shy once more around yet another stranger, the young woman returned to her staring at the bar top. Her orbs stole a curious glance at the dragoness when she spoke about the witches hunting her too. ‘So they’re not just after Weres then?’ she wondered.
Sora sighed quietly before refocusing herself, yet again, to stare at the counter. Her right hand traced the scars on her left arm, ‘All because of that wolverine, all of my fairy tales are coming to life. Oh, what a mess that Were has gotten me into.’
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jun 3, 2008 5:24:37 GMT -5
“ You live, and your lucky I don’t dock your pay again! Really every time we open your late anymore.” Comrade huffed as the girl asked him if something was wrong. He looked to her with a frown.
“ Some instincts of the beast within are hard to overcome. Even when your born as such.” He sighed as he replied to the girls questioning. His silvery blue orbs turning back to his work as he fixed the tiger his drink and shoved it toward the dragoness to take over to his table.
“ Get to work woman. You need to earn your keep and for your ward too. Stupid dragon was in here earlier today causing trouble again! I swear if he chases after me in that feline form of his one more time!” He complained as suddenly his nose started to twitch a bit. Slowly turning around from one of the shadows of the shelf sat a small black cat with gleaming scarlet eyes.
“ Or you’ll what?” Asked the dark cat with a coy smirk upon it’s face. It’s maw able to speak the human tongue seemed to taunt the rat with ever word.
“…. Zairre get it.” He pointed to the cat un-amused as every hair on his neck stood on end. God all these cats! He was a freaking cat magnet!
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Post by Dark Dragoness on Jun 3, 2008 16:33:57 GMT -5
Zairre sighed once again running her hand through her bangs before picking up the drink she glanced over to a girl that wasnt a normal on the scene, "Ello there nice to me ya the names Zairre Drakesblood," she said ingoring the talking kitty and freaked out rat, "If you need anything else please dont mind to let me know I'm a waitress here," she said.
She looked back over her shoulder as Comrade told her get it talking about Dark. "But hes so cute and he only plays with you cause he likes you besides I must not keep the customers waiting and Marius is waiting for his drink," she said giving him a chesire cat grin.
Walking back to the table in which Marius was at she sat the drink down, "Heres your order sir," she said nodding her head and walking back.
But sadly while Comrade wasn't looking another small cat appeared behind him this one was grey, blue, and white Siberian. Smirking it's tail began flicking back and forth as a small dark storm cloud appeared above Comrade's head and began pouring down rain. Indulal love picking on the rat with his brother.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jun 3, 2008 20:38:36 GMT -5
“ Likes me my ass.” Comrade fumed as he crossed his arms. When he looked back to the shelf, now there sat two cats. Starring at him as if he was dinner. With a slow gulp of fear the man backed up. The black one leaping into the air and landing upon the bar causing Comrade to slam into the soda fountain behind him. Hitting a few of the handles he ended up with soda trickling down his once dry shirt.
“ Dammit!” He cursed, when suddenly now he was wet with rain from a small storm cloud over his head. With a bit of a sigh, a whip like tail could suddenly be seen lashing about behind him. A partial change from his nerves being wrecked by the felines behind him.
“ ZAIRRE!!!! FIX THEM!” He argued once more. When suddenly Arlen came walking from the upstairs apartments down the bar floor. One of the few actual humans in the place the cranberry haired man screwed a finger into his ear annoyingly.
“ Indulal cut it out. His ranting is hurting my fucking ears.” He cursed as he sat upon a stool with a dark frown. Looking like he was still half asleep the fuchsia eyed man looked about at the freak show around him. The usual misfits besides his lovely Indulal that was.
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Post by Dark Dragoness on Jun 3, 2008 21:57:24 GMT -5
Indulal vanished from his perch to reappear behind Arlen in his humoid form besides having silver horns that curved forward with dark blue hair with lighter blue streaks. Wrapping his arms around Arlen he rested his head on the mans shoulder, "As you wish master," he purred into his ear.
Zairre just sighed and walked over to the black cat picking him up like he was breakable and cuddling him against her chest, "Come on Comrade you know hes cute like this," she teased.
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Post by sora on Jun 3, 2008 22:39:36 GMT -5
Sora stopped tracing her scar and looked up at Comrade when he answered yet another of her numerous questions that night. The young woman nodded in understanding, realizing she might similar problems with her wolverine later on. She turned her head towards the dragoness when the Were rat ordered her to get to work. Sora’s head pivoted back towards Comrade though when she heard him making a ruckus over something. Her brown eyes spotted the problem within moments of the creature speaking. A cat. The young Were put a hand over her mouth to help cover her cracking grin at Comrade’s overreaction to the feline’s presence.
Hearing the dragoness speak for the second time, Sora turned her attention to her. The other female seemed to be used to the actions going about in the bar, as she did not readily react to Comrade’s words. When the dragoness gave her name, Sora supplied her own automatically, “Sora Silverhart, Miss Drakesblood.” Formality was used due to the young Were not knowing if the dragoness would be offended if she didn’t. Where Comrade had said that he was called by his first name around the bar, Zairre hadn’t said anything. Sora nodded when Zairre mentioned her status at the bar.
The young woman’s eyes followed the waitress as she moved to give the Were tiger his drink. While the dragoness left, Sora kept her gaze on Marius. Remembering something she had heard from Marius’ and Comrade’s earlier conversation, Sora asked Marius, “Is your sister alright now, sir?” Her attention tried to remain on the Were tiger as she waited for his answer, but the young Were was finding it difficult due to the commotion happening in other parts of the bar. ‘I guess the bar isn’t “dead” anymore,’ Sora thought, also remembering the second thing Marius had said when he had walked into the bar.
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