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Dec 3, 2017 23:20:12 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Dec 3, 2017 23:20:12 GMT
Skyler
He smiled at her, listening to the same answer as ever. He liked the little routine in the morning that school brought him. It was a nice thing to have something steady like that. He looked bit surprised when she mentioned something about his eyes and he frowned shortly after. Had he told her yet that he got accepted? He didn’t think so. So he could start from the very beginning then. Just as he was about to talk about what had happened and what the deal was he got interrupted by a very loud Ellie, singing a birthday song and strolling to them with tiramisu and a can of energy drink. He didn’t know it was Jay’s birthday today, and he somehow felt guilty because of it. Though he couldn’t possibly have known that it was her birthdays since she never told him the date, and Ellie hadn’t said anything either. The surprised look was still plastered onto his face, tilting his head slightly at the sight in front of him. The look on Jay’s face made him guess she had totally forgotten her own birthday, which was weird, but well people will be people. Maybe he should get her a present later, a late birthday was still better than no birthday right? But the thing was he wouldn’t even know what to get her. He’d think about it after school, he had some time anyway. He woke up from his thoughts when Jay looked back at him and was trying to get back to the topic from before Ellie interrupted them. “Ah, it’s nothing you should worry about, it’s your birthday after all!” He then said to get off of the topic again since he didn’t want to bother her on a precious day like that. Well she wouldn’t find it a precious day since she forgot her own birthday so it seemed.. But well, he thought of it as something precious. And so he had an excuse to net tell anything, at least not yet, he was already sad that she had noticed it even through his façade, it sure was unfortunate. He couldn’t expect anything less, since she herself was a master at putting on a mask and acting like nothing was wrong. He figured it out sometimes, but it was still hard to notice. Ellie didn’t notice anything, never, or maybe she did and she never spoke about it or asked something, then she was a professional at that. But she seemed to have her own little problems that showed through, and it worried him. With a sigh he looked at the other people now walking inside the classroom, sitting at their places, talking away. He really should get things straight with his parents soon.. He couldn’t really leave them alone, even if he really wanted to pursue his dream, this situation sure was a pain.
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Dec 4, 2017 0:09:51 GMT
Post by pieceofmind on Dec 4, 2017 0:09:51 GMT
Jay
She put the food and drink aside, wanting to finish her coffee first before she'd even think about eating desert. Whilst doing so she was paying attention to Skyler, who first seemed to want to tell something but then had changed his mind. She could curse Ellie right now since her birthday got mentioned as an excuse and if it hadn't been for the blonde, he would've just told her what was going on. But then again, she couldn't hate Ellie for it either because it had been such a sweet gesture and she still was a little shocked due it. She sighed out softly at his response and gave him a look that just told him he wouldn't get off easy. A raised eyebrow, judgemental gaze and her lips tweaking slightly to give the full effect. But she let it fall after, she could ask him during a break or when class wasn't as busy. But since their conversation fell silent, Ellie started questioning her about her birthday. "Ahh.. I'm not doing anything for my birthday, no. My family knows I'm not really keen on celebrating my birthday so they usually send a card or some money and call it a day. Like a compromise, I suppose," she had answered the blonde girl that sat next to Skyler as per usual. "Oh no, that's not acceptable this time! Skyler, you and me are going out later and we are gonna make sure you have an awesome birthday!" Ellie chirped, making Jay immediately feel pressured, rubbing the back of her neck. "Ahh.. I don't know, Ellie. And you can't just pull Skyler into this! You don't even know if he's busy after school or not. Besides, what if I'm busy?" Jay tried to get out of it like that, but Ellie didn't seem to buy it this time. "Then you both shove your plans out of the way! We're gonna celebrate, we're off early today anyway! C'mon you guys, it doesn't even have to be something big. We can just grab coffee together or something!" The girl argued with both of them, making Jay sigh and rub her forehead in slight frustration. This girl.. Ellie sure didn't take no for an answer, Jay knew that. But today just didn't seem like the time to hang out with each other. Especially because she just knew something was up with Skyler and she wanted to find out, yet also not pressure him into it, and besides that she was actually planning to do a few things after school. Like groceries, getting some new clothes since winter called for thicker and warmer things that she didn't have in her closet, but also planning what she'd do after school was over and they had their summer break. She wanted to get that out of the way early so she didn't have to worry about it. She knew she needed to make time for her family, but they were also talking about going back to Korea for a few weeks and so she had to find out how much things would cost and where to stay or how much money to save, she needed to somehow seal things with the underground because of that too because otherwise she'd be taking trouble to Korea and then her entire family would be in danger. And probably her biggest reason for saying no was just because she felt so off, she was still so out of touch with herself and her feelings, dealing with Ellie's hyper activity and Skyler's curious, faked happy self was just feeling like a little too much. But then again, if it did pull through, then she couldn't say no either because they were just being nice for her. Even going out with friends was starting a war in her heart and mind, let alone the fact sinking in that she even had friends.
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Dec 7, 2017 23:30:56 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Dec 7, 2017 23:30:56 GMT
Skyler
He noticed the way she was looking at him, telling him that she wouldn’t let it slip with using her birthday as an excuse. It got her off his back for now though. He didn’t mind telling her, but now that Ellie was here with them, he had a hard time opening up which he didn’t have before. When he got here he told everything to pretty much everyone, but he seemed to have changed, at least a little bit. He still was his happy self most of the time, but recently everything seemed to be heavier on his shoulders. He looked at Ellie and Jay again when he seemed to be going somewhere else with his mind and was surprised as to Jay never celebrating her birthday. “Afraid you’ll grow old too fast?” He asked with a soft chuckle and tilted his head slightly. He liked birthdays, not that he celebrated them, but he just loved the idea of growing older and becoming an adult. It also meant he could take care of himself more and wouldn’t have to depend on his parents as much as he had to do now. Skyler looked surprised at Ellie when she said they’d be going out to have something as a celebration for Jay’s birthday. His parents knew that he would finish school earlier today, and they knew how long it would take for him to get home from that hour on, and he wasn’t going to get a ‘yes’ when he would ask if it was okay to go out with friends with his parents being pissed that he had audition behind their backs. “Coffee should be fine?” he then said as he looked at Jay. He didn’t want to disappoint Ellie, not when she seemed in a good mood again after a few days of keeping quiet, he didn’t want that to break apart again. “Unless Jay really had important plans, otherwise we can do it in a weekend or something instead of going on schooldays?” He then said, since he didn’t want Jay to feel obliged to come with, and somehow he would love to postpone it to the weekend so he had more time to talk with his parents and maybe get out of it already. It didn’t seem like Jay was all that enthusiast about going somewhere to celebrate her birthday to see in her reaction and her words from earlier, but he knew Ellie wouldn’t just give up for some reason she claimed invalid. Maybe that was one of the reasons he started to close himself off of Ellie more. Of course he still talked to her and listened to all her stories, but he refrained to tell his life in all details.
Ash ~ Ivy ~ Luca
He had noticed their hesitation earlier, how they slowed down too, keeping an eye on him and moving again when he passed by. He hoped they would’ve just stop him, or atleast say or do something to catch his attention rather than just letting him pass by and remaining silent for the little moment they had some sort of interaction going on, even if it was just reading eachother’s body language and sensing eachother’s emotions. It was was weird thing, love. They hadn’t been together for that long, but yet they already got through a lot of shit together, and all of that was just gone now, as if nothing every had happened. The love was still there, he was sure about that, and it pissed him off. They shouldn’t have send him away when they were having a hard time. He had always stayed true to them, telling when something was on his mind or when he was having a hard time, if his anger had grown worse again, or if people were close to being dead by the morning. He at least thought they’d get through stuff like that together, and they had seemed to have an other look on his idea. If you love someone, or like someone, you can’t just let that one go, and his doubts began rising up where it all had went wrong. Who had made a mistake? Them because they had practically kicked him out of their house because there was something they needed to process and didn’t want to tell him about it? Or him because he just went without putting up much of a fight. He had felt angry, and betrayed when they had asked him to leave, as if he had been there just to help them for their own good and since his effect on them didn’t work anymore he’d better go. Of course he was smarter than that now, he knew it wasn’t like that, that they felt guilty too, but that didn’t make this situation even the slightest better to his feeling. He still felt awful and betrayed and he didn’t know if anything would become better or not. Could they still be together? That was a big question he had in mind, he would want to try again, no secrets, no hiding, but he wasn’t the only one making that decision. Of course it was hard to talk to them if they avoid him everytime they could, and if they didn’t avoid him, he was sure that he would avoid them to save himself from awkward moments. When he got home, the first thing he did was throw his backpack through his apartment, smacking it against the wall. He didn’t know how much more of these thoughts and things he could handle before all hell would break lose, but he felt it coming. It was creeping closer, he felt it in his mind, in his body, he began to lose control and it was scary after he had learned to control himself with Evren’s help, he felt lost inside his mind and body. The only thing that kept him sane right now, was the memory that Evren had flipped their shit when he had lost his sanity almost completely, everytime he felt reality slipping away that memory would come up and he’d keep it in. He didn’t know how long it would continue to work though, as the distance between them seemed to grow, his memories began to weaken and at one point it wouldn’t matter anymore. Frustrated, he walked over to his balcony where his punching bag hung, it was better to take his frustration out on an non living thing rather than on himself or people around him. It wouldn’t be the first time he hit someone just because they were looking at him funny, and he couldn’t exactly keep doing that. She appreciated everything Declan’s family did for her, helping them out in the house if she was feeling nauseous or was having some pains in her stomach or back. She was grateful for everything his mother did for them, the advise she gave her when she came to talk, helping her through her pregnancy with the amount of experience she had had, it really helped her get through most of the things herself by now. She couldn’t do anything against weird cravings though, pregnancies sure can let you eat weird things you otherwise wouldn’t even imagine to think about. She was contemplating if she should be getting out of bed or she could just stay put. If Declan needed her he’d come and wake her up anyway, right? There weren’t any concrete plans about the baby room where she could help with something, so she didn’t see any harm in just being lazy today. She dozed off again after being awake for a small while, yet to be awakened again by Declan waking her by giving a kiss on her head. She hummed at his words and stretched her body, opening her eyes slightly to look at him. “Hm, I need to hug something when you’re not there,” she whispered tiredly and smiled slightly before blinking few times and yawning as she was trying to wake up. She looked to her side and was surprised to see a tray of breakfast standing there, making her pout. “You shouldn’t have,” she then said softly as she felt bad for making him do that, she hadn’t obliged him to do it but she wasn’t always that great with following up her meals, and if he hadn’t brought her breakfast now she probably wouldn’t have eaten any. She knew she should eat more now that the baby was steadily growing, but she kept her carreer in the back of her mind and she didn’t want to become fat. “You’re being too good to me again,” she mumbled with a soft and sleepy chuckle as she rubbed her eyes a bit to get the sleep out of them, but that seemed to be harder than she had thought. Luca observed Taylor’s movements while she was sparring with her opponent and clapped softly when she threw her down eventually, looking up at her as she was walking over. She closed her eyes for a moment when she received a kiss from Taylor and chuckled at her words. “Hey there,” she said with a chuckle and sat back a bit to find a more comfortable position. “Well, there wasn’t much practice to be going through. I quit halfway through because I couldn’t concentrate. Something’s definitely wrong with Evren, and I’m worried they’ll do something to theirself if I won’t jump in, but I don’t know how I should be able to do anything,” she said with a soft sigh and brushed her hair back a bit. “As for the match I think it’ll go well. Another rookie that isn’t pleased with me taking a title as super rookie while she calls herself stronger than I am. So it isn’t much this time,” she said softly as she thought about it. It would prove to be interesting to watch though, to see who really was the strongest. Luca didn’t have to think about that actually, as she was a demon, but she didn’t use her demon powers that much so it was just pure strength that carried in her body. “Do you still have a lot to do?” She then asked, as she really wanted to pay her sister a visit right now before they were going to do things they would regret, just like when they had told Ash to go back to his own apartment. But this felt so much worse, so she didn’t know what exactly was going on, but she knew it wasn’t good and she had to do everything in her might to help her sister get through this one way or another.
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Dec 8, 2017 21:36:08 GMT
Post by pieceofmind on Dec 8, 2017 21:36:08 GMT
Evren ~ Taylor ~ Declan
It truly began to feel like the weight of the world was crushing down upon them without any mercy, without warning. How could one feel so bad, just due mere things like these? This all could have been prevented, hadn’t they had that talk with their birthgivers. What were they supposed to do with all the information they now had obtained? It made them feel sick to their gut, whilst also screaming their lungs out because they missed Ash and just didn’t know what to do anymore. They had pushed him away, for no good reason. Only because they got scared, that was simply all their was to it. They preached to him so much on that he could always share his thoughts with them and yet they barely did that in return to their full extent. Perhaps it was better to let it be like this, hurting and feeling guilty. They had made the mess after all. But it just went against everything and they started to feel like they were losing it. Adrenaline was rushing through them and energy wanted to break free at their fingertips whilst they tried to contain themselves, curling up slowly underneath the desk, as if they were hiding from an earthquake. Something they could cause if they wanted to, but right now they just needed to keep themselves together and that seemed impossible when everything was falling apart. He hovered over her, having one hand placed next to her whilst smiling down upon her sleepy self. It was such an adorable sight that he hoped to never miss again. Sure he’d miss it when he was on tour and she couldn’t come with, but that would have to be one of the very few exceptions. This was pure bliss, having her wake up in his bed, preferably with him still in it but this was fine too. This was lovely. He chuckled at her soft mutters, nodding slightly in agreement as he shrugged. “I wanted to, otherwise you’ll end up not eating and you need the nutrition,” he spoke amongst the shrug and stroked her hair out of her face, making her sleepy face more visible. “Too good? Oh dear, you really are sleepy,” he laughed softly and kissed her forehead. “C’mon, love. Wake up and eat breakfast, I wanna know if you’re coming along to get things for the baby room or not, I know we have a colour chart, whatever it’s called, but you’re way better at picking out furniture than I am. And this is something we should do together. So to be fair, if you’re not coming along, I’m not going today either,” he shrugged it off nonchalantly, though he was excited and it was to be seen on his face. But he’d understand if she wouldn’t want to go, due to feeling too bad or simply not feeling like it. He was pretty forgiving lately, going out of his way to make sure she’d be as comfortable as possible rather than pulling her to unwanted places, sometimes anyway.
Jay She sighed softly and rubbed her forehead, this whole birthday thing was slowly blowing out of the proportion she wanted to keep it in. Practically non-existent. So when Skyler jokingly asked something, she wasn’t really prepared for the question, having a small shocked look on her face. “Ah.. Something like that,” she waved it off, not thinking much more about it since that would only get her further off track than she currently was. She thought about what the two in front of her were saying and scratched her temple momentarily. “I think we should do it on the weekend, I’m sorry Ellie, but I’m simply too busy during the week,” she answered, though today wasn’t particularly that busy. It just felt like she needed to help Skyler out of it too, he usually wouldn’t avoid such things and now that he did, she knew she had to back him up in order for Ellie to lay it off. Which the blonde did, sighing and pouting a little. “Fiiiinee… You guys are no fun,” she whined softly, though it didn’t seem all that sincere, so Jay smirked it off slightly. “We’ll just see this weekend, okay?” Jay encouraged her, before clearing her throat and pointing at the teacher that now wanted to start class as well. Which meant Jay would back out of the conversation again and do her work, forcing herself to concentrate more than she actually could.
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Dec 11, 2017 22:44:38 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Dec 11, 2017 22:44:38 GMT
Luca ~ Ash ~ Ivy
Luca and Taylor had decided and to go visit both Ash and Evren for while since Luca really had a bad feeling about something that could happen, and she didn’t want anything bad to happen to those two. She knew that Evren had talked with their parents sometime, she just didn’t know what had been said and what had caused Evren to practically throw Ash out and lock their feelings up, not to be touched or sensed by other people. She felt bad for her sister, as to why she had been abandoned but kept their second daughter and had taken good care of her while they couldn’t do it for their first. She still didn’t understand what had made her parents do such a thing, it was still their child right? How could someone do that to their own child? She frowned as she was walking up to Evren’s house, debating if it was alright for her to be here alone while Taylor was going to Ash. She had wanted to go to Ash instead, but Tay had insisted her to go to her sister alone and have a talk with them while she would talk to Ash. She was only worried sick now cause she knew how Ash could be if he wasn’t in the mood, and especially in the shit that was happening now. She made sure to keep contact with Taylor’s mind for if something went wrong, so she could immediately step up and save her if it was needed, she was human afterall against a raging demon.. She ringed the doorbell after a bit of contemplating and took a deep breath. “Evren? It’s me, Luca, can I come in?” She then asked, loud enough since she didn’t exactly know where Evren was in their house, they might as well be upstairs, that would make it a lot harder to reach out for her. Ash in the meantime was still busy on his balcony, hitting the punchbag as much as he could, damage it along the way from wear and tear after a few minutes. He sure had some rage he liked to get out of his system, and if damaging a punching bag until it became useless was one of the things that worked, he would gladly do that before he was going to kill somebody Ivy smiled up at him at the caring little gestures and touches, making her day start off well and pleasing. She was happy he had changed a bit, that he was paying more attention on her rather than going against her everytime and protecting her from everyone and everything, though she had to say she had liked that at some moments, it was a part she also had fallen for in their first encounters. “Yeah, you’re right. I should eat breakfast frequently..” She said as she knew it was a problem for her not having time or just not feeling like eating. “Hmm, you just woke me up, is it a weird thing to be sleepy?” She said with a soft chuckle her voice still soft due waking up. When he talked about buying things for the baby room her face lit up a little and she pondered. She was feeling a bit weak today, but she was sure that if she ate something it would go better and she could go along with him. “I’ll come with you, I’m feeling well enough to go at least. The sickness is wearing off again so,” she said softly as she slowly came to sit upright and gave him a soft peck on the lips. The excitement she saw on him was very cute to see, it was one of those rare moments it was permitted to label him as cute with how he behaved and looked. “I’ll just finish the breakfast you made for me and get some clothes on and then we can go,” she said as she looked at her small baby bump and then to the breakfast he had brought her. “It looks really good, thank you,” she said with a brighter smile again and gave him another peck on his lips before she calmly started on the breakfast.
Skyler
He was glad when Jay backed him up in the plans on doing something in the weekend instead of doing it now. He would love to get away from his parents for a bit longer, but he knew it was a bad idea when they were already in a bad mood, he didn’t want to push any more buttons than he already had done. He chuckled softly at Ellie’s words. “weekdays are just busy.. And now you’ve got more days to plan something bigger for Jay’s birthday, you should look at it positively,” he said, even though he knew Jay didn’t want something big, or want anything at all really, but one time wouldn’t kill her. If they at least made it somewhat fun and not annoying it would be just fine. He turned around when the teacher wanted to avert all the attention to him so he could start his class. He took out everything he needed in order to concentrate and listen to what the man was telling, but he couldn’t keep his head in it. He must have read the same damn sentence for about five times already and he still didn’t know what exactly he was reading. Fatigue was also kicking in with the utterly boring manner of teaching that it was hard to keep his eyes open or stay focused to at least pay attention to what he was saying rather than reading the text in order to understand. But all of that seemed useless. He rested his head on his hand, looking at the teacher as he was explaining his while lesson, fighting sleep until the bell rang and made him awake for a small moment again. He never really had trouble with dozing off at school, but it was really bad today.. His sleeping schedule had been thrown out of the window. Stupid parents with their stupid ideology.. He sighed and began to pack his things slowly, trying to remember anything from what they had learned just now
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Mar 25, 2018 3:00:41 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Mar 25, 2018 3:00:41 GMT
Alex Marshall
The day started early for the 23-years-old, at 06:00 AM to be exact. Her alarm had rang several times before she finally quit pressing snooze and dragged her exhausted body out of bed and under the shower. She had to be at work by 08:30, so it was natural for her to wake up this early since going downtown never was a solid ride, traffic differed a lot but most of the time it was Hell and so she had to go away on time. Which was pretty tragic since it basically was a twenty minute drive, on a good day. She lived just outside of the centre, and the coffee shop she worked at during the day was in midst of the chaotic centre of the city. So after showering, she quickly had to begin her make-up and dry her hair. She blow-dried her green locks first, making sure the natural curl wasn’t to be noticed, she instead just straightened it all out. After that she threw on make-up, keeping it light to fit the theme of being a barista. Some light eyeshadow to define her crease, some eyeliner and eyelashes to define her eyeshape, eyebrows filled in to show she actually had those, light layer of foundation to hide her blemishes, some contour and a light blush to bring her face back to life and a natural lip colour to accent her full lips. After that; work attire. A white blouse, black jeans and some boots that were comfortable for her to walk around and stand in during her long shift. By the time she was done it was past seven, so she quickly ran out the door with her dog to walk him shortly, keeping an eye on her phone to make sure she would still be on time. Ten minutes and then she went back inside, taking the elevator to her loft, making sure her dog and cat had everything they needed before leaving quickly to go to work. By luck she made it early today, public transport was actually okay today. So after settling in and getting herself ready, it was time to start work. It wasn’t her ideal job, being a barista. She surely liked coffee and she enjoyed the little pastries and other food they made, but working with so many customers just wasn’t up her alley. And yet she was working here for six years already, off and on. Every time she came back to this city, they had a spot open for her and were glad to welcome her back. She was good at her work and always made the latte art in the most beautiful and elegant ways, making customers watch her in awe. Experience and practice, she always told them when they asked how she did it. And some milk, that was a key element. So the day went on like that, ending at four in the afternoon. That meant going back home, walking her dog for a longer period of time than before and making him get some proper exercise before making dinner, eating only half a plate and then getting ready for her first weekend shift. She worked two jobs to be able to pay her rent and bills and be able to save up money. Her job as a barista didn’t pay that well, it paid her rent and her bills barely, but her job at the bar paid far more. She could stop as a barista and solely work there, however she liked the job as much as she hated it and therefore she stayed, besides they kept being so kind to welcome her back. How could she just give up then? They were also educating her to become manager of the place, so it was only logical to stay. The weekend shifts at the bar, those were to have extra cash, cold hard cash, and to just have something to do on the weekend. She didn’t have many friends and most of the time those were busy with their carreers too, only meeting up every few months with each other and she wasn’t one to sit at home all the time, it would make her go crazy. Therefore she had taken on the job at the bar, about six months ago now. It was new, to her at least. She never heard of it before, but once she saw they were hiring she just grabbed the chance, not knowing what she threw herself into. It seemed normal at first, people enjoying a drink, playing pool or cards, laughing and getting drunk. A normal bar, you’d say. But after a few shifts of working there, working every night at first, she was quick to realise things weren’t as they seemed. When the night rose, so did the creatures” true identities. All kinds of creatures came to the bar, from the classics to the less known, but they all were disguised until they entered the bar. The owner had finally told her that the bar was a neutral ground for the creatures that roam around the city, just like any human, but often were caught in fights and small neighbourhood wars. “Hadn’t you heard about the countless of murders in the outer parts?” She had, obviously, it was where she had grown up. The poor parts, the hood, the ghetto. The place where white people would run from, unless they came from there. “I never knew it was because of them, I never knew these things existed in the first place,” she had answered back at the time. Making a few heads turn around angrily, they didn’t appreciate being called “things” at all. But what did she know? At the time it was quite a shocker and she had considered quitting her job right there and then, it was nothing for a normal human like her. But as time went by, she started liking it. She felt like she fitted in more with them rather than with regular humans like herself. Always being the odd one out, it felt weird yet nice to have found a place where all oddities come together. And the greatest part was, the bar was neutral ground, no one ever really fought. And if they did, it would either sort itself out or the owner would barge in. After two months he had let Alex in on the secrets that would protect her if things ever went wrong. Like a shotgun under the bar, ready to be grabbed and fired, ammo just under the counter, next to the glasses. All she had to do was open the box to grab it. Knives, countless of knives in drawers, the ones you can actually properly stab someone with. And a baseball bat in the corner, just for smacking someone in the head to win time. The knives were to win time ass well, eventually it came down to how many bullets she could put in someon’s chest or head. Luckily she wasn’t unfamiliar with a gun, if it ever needed to come that far. Which it did, three months in. Some blokes, werewolves, were bothering her, harassing her, and she was becoming more and more scared, grabbing the gun and holding one of them at gun point. Once that happened, they were quick to stop and the people that were there threw them out, never to be seen again. After that she never really had an incident anymore, things really just solved itself. People knew not to mess with Alex because the regulars at the bar would protect her. The owner, would protect her. He just couldn’t protect her for the upcoming few weeks, he was out of town and soon to be out of the country for a couple of weeks, going on a business trip and ending it with a small, well deserved holiday. He trusted Alex with the bar and so she had gotten the keys. The bar was to be opened every night at 20:00 and the locals would help her out with setting things up. This was the first night she was going to be alone, basically playing for owner of a bar full of creatures. It was bound to be interesting. She had turned her light eyemake up into a full blown black smokey eye, far more comfortable to her. Her fake eyelashes changed to bigger, more dramatic ones as well. She changed the lipstick to a dark brown one and styled her hair a bit more to get it to sit nicely, after having it in a bun all day because that actually was more comfortable when working with coffee and food. The curls had returned slightly and she felt like having straight hair, so a straightener turned on full heat and some patience helped her out on that. After that it was time to pick an outfit. Ripped black jeans with some chains? Why not. She grabbed a black and white striped croptop as well, with no sleeves since she knew that inside the bar it was bound to be hot. She kept her boots, however. Those were comfortable and looked good with her outfit. She changed some accessoiries and put on some jewelry, like a choker and a bracelet, a few rings and her first pair of earrings changed to big hoops. A couple of her tattoos showed up on her now bare arms, the ones on her stomach and back peeking out underneath the crop top, as her collar came up to her neck. Her jeans were low on her hips, showing the band of the underwear she was wearing, just a regular pair of boxers, she had to be comfortable, logically. But that also showed off most of her right hip/side tattoo and a part of her other hip tattoo that dragged down onto her thigh. Bits and pieces of other tattoos showed through her jeans, making it known that she was completely covered. She even had a tattoo on her face, but that was barely noticeable due her hair falling over it all the time. Piercings she had plenty of too, mostly in her face but a double belly button piercing showed itself now too. “Not bad,” she mumbled to herself, looking in the mirror. She was a tad on the skinny side, but working so much and eating so little caught up to her quick. That didn’t mean she wasn’t strong though, she worked out a lot too so she had quite some strength. By the time she left the loft it was 19:25. Meaning she had fifteen minutes to get to work and get everything ready. She had brought Mack along, her loyal rottweiler of 4 years old. She couldn’t get it over her heart to leave him alone again and he too was quite known at the bar. They all loved playing with him and spoiling him, but he stayed close to Alex too. Every now and then he did a round to get attention, or perhaps to see if everything was still going well, and then he’d return to Alex behind the bar and lay down on the pillow some locals had bought for him. She arrived at the bar with Mack at her side, leashed to prevent him from running off. Not that he would, he was trained to heel, but the city was clear on having dogs leashed in the city and she wasn’t gonna pay a fine for that. The bar was about fifteen minutes away, so time wasn’t an issue and she actually had arrived five minutes earlier than expected. Mack was a fast walker. In front of the bar stood three men, smoking and talking with each other, also known as her little helpers. She recognized the men and greeted them with a small smirk, letting them have their moment with Mack after greeting her back. Meanwhile she opened the backdoor to the bar, walking through and beginning with setting everything up. Glasses cleaned, snacks ready, stools from the bar, chairs from the tables, lights on, music on, ashtrays on every table along with snacks, all that good stuff. She wipes the counter clean one more time and made the men a drink to thank them for their help, making something for herself too. She usually drank a few alcoholic drinks during her shift, being sober all day wasn’t her thing at all and she had built up quite an excellent tolerance because of that. So one drink to start the night off with, a shot with a beer as a chaser because that was kind of standard. After that it was time to open the door up, regulars slowly walking in after a moment had passed. They found their spots and Alex made them their regular drinks, talking with each and every one of them for a brief moment. It wasn’t that busy yet so she was actually able to hold a conversation as well. Good thing was that she didn’t need to move away from behind the bar, everyone had to come get their drink at the bar if they wanted something. Same went for food. If they dared to use their powers to get their own drink, they’d know the consequences. Friday’s were always loaded with people and drinks, so seeing a new faces pop up wasn’t anything new. Now that Alex worked here it actually occured more than before, a girl always made more people appear rather than a grumpy looking middle-aged man. However her boss was extremely kind and social, he was warm-hearted and truly loved the social setting he had created. The bar was his baby and it was hard for him to leave it behind for a while, but Alex had encouraged him to go away for a while so he could also spend time with his kids and wife in a different setting. A few hours passed and Alex was getting really busy with making drinks for everyone and keeping up with the payments, but she remained calm and took the time she needed, which no one minded because being alone was a task itself. Mack was making his round of cuddles and sneaky treats, enjoying the company of the weird creatures that looked nothing like his human, or they did but just smelled different. His favourite people were the werewolves, which came as no surprise. Some new faces entered the bar, making a few heads turn and look curiously since no one really seemed to know them. But by the looks on their faces, they didn’t like the way the newcomers looked. Or perhaps smelled or felt. Alex became cautious due the few glances that were shot her way, it was like people secretly signed her to just be careful, just in case, and she appreciated the help. However she greeted the newcomers that now stood at the bar like any other. Three young guys, around her age. All looking extremely handsome, not a blemish on their skin, eyes piercing and charismatic. “Hey there, welcome to The Drunken Dragon, what can I get you handsome fellas?” She spoke with a flattering smirk across her lips. They gave her their order, making her nod and get everything they wanted whilst asking if they wanted to pay right ahead or keep a tab open. “We’ll pay later,” she nodded to their answer and asked a name to keep the tab on, doing everything like she usually would. But the mood switched in the room and she noticed it. Mack had returned to his pillow and kept his eyes on her, whilst the bar slowly fell silent and only the music was still to be heard, along with Alex who was getting the drinks. She placed them on the counter and smiled at the lads. “So what brings you guys here? This ain’t a place people usually go to without notice,” she asked curiously, making one of them speak up after he took a sip. “We heard about this place and wanted to see for ourselves,” the voice was deep and made Alex falter slightly, it seemed so off. “Huh, alright. Feel welcome then, surely you lot know the deal then?” She asked, tapping on the bar with her hands, her long black nails ticking against the wood. “The deal?” Another asked. “Yeah, if any of you blokes has a petty grudge against someone here you better take that shit outside because this place is neutral ground. We ain’t tryna have some fuckers tryna break this place down. As long as everyone behaves, we all good and everyone is welcome,” she explained, earning non appreciative gazes. “Is that how you speak to your customers?” The first one asked, causing Alex’ eyebrow to raise in surprise. A few people sitting at the bar already turned their chair, glancing at the guys in front of Alex with annoyed looks but she held her hand up slightly to keep them at bay. “It’s a free country and this place sure as hell is free for all. If you dudes ain’t cool with that, I’d say pay up and leave. This clearly ain’t the place for you,” she argued. “That’s where your wrong, this is the place for us and it’s gonna be ours too. Didn’t you know this is gonna be sold?” The first guy smirked, it was cocky and off putting, making Alex’ skin crawl. “No way in Hell this is getting sold, you shitheads are lying through your goddamn teeth and I think it’s time for you to leave. I have a zero tolerance policy here,” she spoke, making people stand up to escort the guys outside, but they weren’t going anywhere else anytime soon. It seemed to happen so fast, number one reaching over the bar and throwing Alex over it so number two and three could tackle her whilst he wielded off the locals flying at him. She was being thrown around and beaten up, only escaping after getting the most hurtful blows already. They just couldn’t get them away from her, they were so fast and so skilled, nothing the people here had seen before. Mack had run towards the fight and tried to interfere, tried to help his werewolf buddies along but only got thrown away instead, so he tried to help his owner who was crawling to the bar. She pulled herself up by holding onto the bar and grabbed the shot gun, wanting to fire a warning shot but instead her hand got pushed into a painfully awkward position by force, making her drop the gun and cry out whilst the shotgun dissolved as if it was nothing. She fell to the ground and held her wrist, trying to hide whilst the creatures that were capable of fighting tried to wield the three boys off, meanwhile she was getting into panic mode. “Oh for the love of all that is Holy, someone help, someone fucking help, please for fuck’s sake help,” she whispered, frowning at the pain and gasping hastily. She crawled up against the back of the bar, holding her stomach whilst her legs were pulled up and her head rested against the bar, tears falling silently whilst she was getting close to hyperventilating. “Please, please, please, please, someone, do something, help me,” she whispered again, clenching her hands to fists whilst she listened to the fight intensifying behind her. Screams, growls, power blows, things being summoned, cries, just literal chaos. She heard chairs breaking and tables flying, people hitting surfaces and bones cracking. How could three guys wield off so many creatures? The power they held scared her and she was only getting more into panic. “Help me, help, please!” She cried out again, closing her eyes whilst she cried. This was not how she thought things would go, this never happened, this was neutral ground, this was supposed to be safe. Mack tried to comfort her, clearly, she had thought him how to because she could have panic attacks more often, but this was a whole different kind of panic. She was just helpless right now, she could never defend herself against the chaos going on behind her. Suddenly bottles smashed and a body dropped close to her, making her scream and crawl away, crying out more. Trying to make an escape, but failing due her own body not cooperating due the amount of fright running through her veins.
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Mar 25, 2018 11:42:29 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Mar 25, 2018 11:42:29 GMT
Jonathan
His day started off slow and boring, like it always did the last few weeks. He was supposed to think about punishments for a few of his followers that had broken the rules he had set out, and those always were a pain since he could't always do the same easy and soft treatment since otherwise people would think they could get away with breaking rules without any implication besides a stern warning. He couldn't let them get out of hand too much, it would hurt him and the whole thing he had build and set out for himself and his followers. The demons before him were kneeling, face down and hands on their back as he had ordered to bring them over. It wouldn't have been too bad if the guys before him were faces he didn't know, but since he had seen them frequently throughout three months, he had to do something to make clear he wasn't to be toyed with and that they should probably think about fucking around with him. He looked at the three closely, stepping up towards them and squatted in front of the middle one to have all three of them in his sight. He reached out his hand towards the chin of the guy in front of him and lifted his head to make him meet his eyes, eventhough the guy was reluctant to do so, he looked up into his eyes eventually and Jona stared right back into his eyes. The guy cowered in fear as he held the eye contact for the full twenty seconds, Jona eventually smirking and letting go of the guys head who immediatly looked back at the ground. "So, will one of you guys tell me why you are here again in front of me, I thought I had been clear earlier this month already, and yet.." He didn't finish his sentence as he looked down on the three in front of him. "My Lord, we are sorry we just..." "Raise your head when you speak, I want to see the sincerity in your eyes as you talk to me, otherwise it's just hollow words," Jona interrupted as he looked at the guy on the left who started talking. He raised his head before continuing to speak. "We were just taking care of people on our ground, they were invading our property, they had no right.." He suddenly fell quiet when Jona squinted his eyes and the guy seemed to choke for a small moment before Jonathan relaxed and the guy took a big breath as he coughed. "Let's say that that is a good reason to kill someone and threathen their family, why are you all still alive then. You have tresspassed my ground quite a few times, yet you're still breathing, and I haven't even thought about killing y'all before. But I'm tired of seeing your faces here." He said as he looked at all of them one for one eventhough they had all thrown their eyes down to the ground again, making themselves small in his presence, fearing what might be coming. "My lord, please we swear we'll never do it again, we made a mistake we are so sorry," "Your words feel empty to me, just like last time but I decided to let it go, I can't trust your pleads anymore, it makes me sick to hear lies from the ones I should trust my life to when it should come down to it. And I can't let others know I'm a pushover and will just let everyone do as they please under me." Jonathan spoke stern and sighed. "So, I will have to take care of at least one of y'all," he looked over at the one on the right that hadn't said a word the whole time he had sat before him, he hadn't even met his gaze and that made him sad, he would be the one he had to take care off. "The others at least pleaded for their lives, even if they fell short, but you, you just let everything happen. You knew what was coming, am I wrong? So noble of you to take it on you and offer yourself up for them, it's just sad it had to turn out this way." He said with a sigh and came to stand in front of the guy and helped him up to his feet. He called two guards into the room and looked at the other two who were still sitting, a reliefed feeling fell over them and Jona tilted his head lightly with a smirk they weren't able to see with their heads down. "Get rid of them," he spoke to the guards, immediately feeling panic in the room as cold sweat broke out onto the three of them. "My lord, please! Let them be and just take my life!" The guy he had helped upright looked at him with pleading eyes for the first time in a while, but it didn't faze him. "No, you have the guts to take it up for your friends while you always get carried into shit by them, did you guys really think I wouldn't be following up onto your doings?" He said and motioned the guards to get rid of the two still sitting on the ground while he dragged the other guy with him, leaving cries and pleads behind him until it went complete silent. He made his way to one of his chambers and dropped the guy into the room who immediately fell onto the ground and began to cry on spot, making himself small on the ground. "You should've known better than to go around with people like that. I took a liking to you, so you should be glad you live and that scum is taken care off. I'm thinking of letting you stay here, you might be more usefull than you would expect," He said as he looked at the guy on the floor before calling in a guard, ordering him to take care of the boy on the floor and not let him escape. He had other things to take care of for now. When he was finally able to rest his mind after taking care of al the things that had been of importance, he began to pick up on something. A voice, very much pleading for help, it sounded urgent, but it didn't peak his interest just yet, so he went back to his work. There it was again, that same voice, pleading once more, twice more. If even he could pick it up he was sure a hord of angels would've already gone that way, but he didn't sense anything going on around the voice that was sounding, making it clear to him something was stopping people from going to help or if only he picked it up, which would be a first since he hadn't heard them calling out for Satan, just for help. Interest spiked up now that he didn't know how this came to a stand, and so he made sure to go into the direction of the voice, looking at what was going on through the eyes and thoughts of the person that had called out. He knew that bar, he heard of a lot of people it was a pleasing hangout for everything and everyone, but he never had had the time yet to go and take a look for himself. He hummed to himself and after seeing the girl sit behind the bar, diving away in panic and fear, he couldn't just observe this and had to do something. He made time slow down until it came to a halt and appeared into the bar, observing everything and everyone around the bar, making sure to keep the girl and her dog unfreezed since he wanted to talk to her first before he was going to do something about this, just to see if it was interesting enough to stay around and truly help. He calmly walked up to the bar and looked behind it, seeing her sit, hiding away from what was happening, sporting some bruises as she had been in the fight so it seemed. "You called for help?" He then asked as he leaned his arm onto the bar and look at her and the dog. His heart almost melted at the sight of the dog trying to calm his owner down, he sure had a few soft spots.. While he was waiting for an answer he looked around once more, pin pointing the guys that had started the trouble, observing them quietly. He couldn't do any changes if the time had stopped, he could observe their minds and see what pattern he could find to end this fight quickly though when time was flowing again. When he thought he knew enough he looked back at the girl, tilting his head slightly and amused throughout this situation, it's been a while since he had seen something possibly interesting going on at least.
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Mar 25, 2018 13:56:39 GMT
Post by pieceofmind on Mar 25, 2018 13:56:39 GMT
Alex Marshall
She couldn't believe how long the fight was lasting, was this what it was like when all these powerful beings fought with each other? The strengths they held surely were keeping them up against the three newcomers that had been terrorizing the place. Her pleads for help meanwhile had become mere whispers and ragged breaths due her heart pounding roughly in her chest and her lungs not being able to grasp the air they needed. This was only the first night of five weeks that she had to be running the place by herself, it made her frighten up more because she couldn't imagine the upcoming nights going any better than this. It seemed so well thought out, bringing trouble here when the owner and his family were away. After all, Alex was the only actual human running around in this place. Luckily she had the locals and even the ones that didn't come here as often fighting the guys off for her, so she could fight her own battle against her panic and just hope for the best. Hope that this would end soon, if only something could make it end. Every time someone hit the bar the vibrations were sent through her spine, making her whimper and become even smaller, holding on to her hair whilst rocking back and forth. She was trying to block out the chaos, catch her breath and come back to senses so she could either get the hell away or go down fighting amongst the others, whatever they let her do, but this was so intense and so frightening that she couldn't remember how to block out fear anymore. Poor Mack was doing his best to help his owner, firstly getting her out of the position she was in and making her sit up straight by pushing his nose in the tiny gap between her arms and face, pushing her back by her shoulder with his snout as well. It made her hands fall in her lap whilst she was gasping for air, tears still streaming amongst the panic and chaos. And yet suddenly, little by little, the sounds disappeared, the noises of people hitting walls in awkward positions, the powerful punches, the brutal grunts and screams, they all faded and she could hear her own thoughts again, followed by footsteps. Just when she thought she could breath, she was holding her breath more than ever. Her eyes slowly moved up whilst she tilted her head back to look at the guy that suddenly had appeared, he seemed like a normal person at least. But it was clear to her that he wasn't, looking around the situation behind the guy, it was clearly to be seen that things weren't as normal as they seemed. His voice sent chills down her spine and she let go of the breath she had been holding in without realising it. Mack had averted his attention too, the presence of the guy was so strong that you were bound to either look at him or look away, depending on how you felt about it. But right now it seemed like their only hope. Alex had made it onto her knees, her hand on the bar to lift herself up but not finding the strength yet to do so, so she leaned back against the bar with her shoulder, this time. Slowly she wiped the tears away with her outer arm, trying to catch her breath once again. "Just please... Make this stop, make it stop. I don't want this place to go down like this on the first night.. I really don't. I'm alone here, I can't.. I mean.. I really can't have this.. Go down, right?" She whispered, wiping away the streams of make up that followed the trails of her tears before looking up once more. "Not after everyone b-being so kind and taking me in," she cursed herself silently inside her mind for not being able to talk normally anymore, it seemed like such a stupid thing right now but at the same time, being absolutely calm was quite odd too. She pulled herself up slightly, the pain breaking through now that her panic slowly faded away, she looked around the bar, frowning deeply at the sight of people she actually liked having fallen to the ground, or being mid air, attacking the guys but all standing still. "What the fuck.." She whispered softly, resting her arm on the bar to pull herself up. She stood a bit wobbly, but she stood, so she held onto the bar to keep herself up as well. Still very much out of breath she kept looking around, her breath hitching and squeaking every now and then from still going far too quick and her not being able to breathe properly. "They don't deserve their place getting ruined by these three.. Whatever they are," she whispered, she couldn't make more of her voice right now. This was the volume she could produce, a shaky whisper and a lot of breaths. "I'll do anything for it in return, Hell, I'd sell my soul," she spoke, keeping herself up again by leaning on her arms since her ribs were shocking with pain when she stretched herself out. Mack stood between her legs, as if he was keeping them steady. "I just.. Need your help. Whoever you are, I just need your help and I would do anything for it," she slowly spoke steadier, more determined whilst her gaze stayed on him, whether she looked like a mess or not, she needed help and it wasn't about looking pretty. It was about helping her comrades and making sure that the bar she was keeping an eye on wouldn't disappear all in just one night. So she had to gather herself together, pick her guts and bravery up and calm down. She needed the help of the stranger in front of her, only the wooden bar separating them, it had proven itself useless at the start of this chaos already when she flew over it, bruising her shoulder with her landing at the time. She looked pretty beaten up anyway, her cheek and nose bruised, her chin too. Her eyes were red and puffy, but that seemed slighter than it was due the black surrounding her eyes, still. However the black had slightly streamed down as well, painting her cheeks and staining them with greys and blacks. Her arms showed some bruises from defending her head from getting any more hits, her knuckles grazed and red, slightly bloody from punching the one who leaped onto her at first but immediately regretting that decision after. She was a fighter, she knew how to fight, but she never would have kept it up against these three being who she was. It only now hit her how she was so small and insignificant she was in this world she had gotten into. A small smile crept upon her lips whilst she looked away and wiped her aching face once again. "Who are you anyway?" She then asked in a single breath, which was quite something with how her breathing was going. But she needed to know, right? Or should the guy remain a stranger that perhaps could help in a time where she really needed it. Whether she was being selfless or selfish, she didn't know, but if he could help, she was determined to do anything for it. This was her bar, at least for now, and she wasn't going to let such a great place go down because some boys tried to mess it up. Even if she had to redo everything herself in the end, she would. But for now, this just needed to stop. The hurt, the chaos, the fights, that really needed to end.
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Mar 25, 2018 14:49:40 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Mar 25, 2018 14:49:40 GMT
Jonathan
He waited for her to talk, and it sure seemed to take a while before she was able to breath somewhat normal and be able to produce sound he could actually understand. Not that anything she was saying made sense to him. What was she protecting? This place? She was probably a worker here, that he could tell, he didn’t dug into her mind further than he had needed before, so everything she was saying brought a lot of question marks into his mind, but that aside, she was in need for help. When she was trying to get up he was thinking about helping her up, but he didn’t want to baby her, she didn’t seem like the one who would give herself up easily, so he just let her try herself with her dog that seemed to help too. He didn’t say a word yet and just observed her now that he could see her in a somewhat better state than just a bit ago when she was curled into herself behind the bar. He gave a low chuckle when she looked around to see what was happening, which was literally nothing because everything stopped. Especially humans always had the best ways to show their surprise, was it in actions or words, it was very entertaining. When she talked about the guys that had came to fuck it up he looked over to them and stepped away from the bar for a bit to walk in between the rampage that was going on before he had stepped in. When she talked about selling her soul his eyes flashed a blood red for a few seconds before turning to his normal blue color again. “Hmm,” he hummed slightly as he turned back to her. She seemed sincere in needing help from him, and he liked people being sincere with him and not just using the pleading look and pleas to get something quick and not giving something back. “Anything is dangerous,” He said to her as he looked her straight in the eyes when walking to the bar again. “This work and these people are worth a lot to you if you would even sell your soul for it. Because they were kind to you?” He asks, though he knew already and everything seemed to fill in the missing puzzle pieces he needed to see the situation clearly and where she belonged into this scenario. The guys came in, threw her over the bar, and then it came to what’s going on now. “I can do something with this,” he said to himself, smirking slightly. When she asked about who he was his eyes shot back to her quickly, flashing a charming smile. “You might want to duck underneath the bar again, before things get ugly,” he wasn’t planning on answering her question just yet, introductions could wait for now, but she was sure gonna owe him something. He could easily close a contract right now as she had said she would sell her soul for help, and who was he to just deny that from happening, but he wasn’t that much of an asshole to just close the contract right now when she didn’t know who she was actually dealing with. “Now, get out of the line of fire,” he said sternly now, demanding her to listen as he looked straight at her and time started to move again. People were continuing were he had stopped them, but before the guys could go further he kept one in a headlock, easily breaking his neck, letting him fall back onto the floor before he went to the next one. The guy only now saw what had happened to his friend while standing next to him, making it easy for Jonathan to plant his fist into the guy’s face and breaking at least his nose, sending him across the room, where no one was so he didn’t hurt anyone on the way. As for the last that was trying to run up to him he plucked him out of the air as he was about to jump onto him. Jonathan grabbed him by the waist and launched him right into the guy he had launched before, smashing them together till he was sure the guy he had thrown before had his skull cracked open. He looked the guy in the eyes when he knew the other two wouldn’t be getting up and he was alone. They hadn’t been much of a challenge, but he could understand that people were taken by surprise if some guys were all of a sudden picking out a fight they had been sure to win, it was sad that it had to be like this for them. He let a deep chuckle escape from his throat as he saw the anger in the guy’s eyes, they had picked the wrong fight at the wrong place and certainly with the wrong people. There was a reason why all species came here to have a fun time, not to trash everything up. He was taken by surprise when he suddenly felt something warm running down his side, noticing he was bleeding from a wooden foot of a table put through his flesh. He couldn’t help but laugh as he took it out and pierced the guy on it instead, ramming it through his ribcage till it reached it’s heart. “Do I look like a vampire to you? Ignorant fuck,” he spoke and let go of him, seeing both bodies falling down now. He took a deep breath and stepped away from the bodies without another word, looking back to the rest of the bar to see everyone staring and helped each other up. With a short flash blood red flash of his eyes he made sure the bodies and blood vaporized into the air and disappeared. He could clean up organic material easily enough, repairing tables and healing people wasn’t his thing, so he couldn’t do much for them. He looked to his side as his shirt was soaked but the bleeding had stopped. “I can’t do much about the damage in this place, but the biggest problem has been taken care of, right?” He said as he looked over at the girl that had called for help earlier on.
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Mar 25, 2018 15:28:37 GMT
via mobile
Post by pieceofmind on Mar 25, 2018 15:28:37 GMT
Alex Marshall
Her eyes followed him whilst he moved a bit around the bar, waiting on whatever he was thinking about to be spoken out loud. That probably was a benefit of being some type of creature, she figured, a lot of them could read minds. She knew the vampires could control minds too, a few demons could do other things with the mind of another as well. That all seemed quite interesting, but so dangerous and she had experienced it before, someone crawling into her brain and finding their way with her memories and feelings. Eventually it had become a massive headache, like someone was constantly stabbing her in the skull, a tease they had said, yet the migraine it gave lasted for days. She licked her lips to help the blood that was on there disappear, shifting her weight slightly so that she could keep herself up better. His humming made her eyebrows furrow slightly, more out of anticipation than anything else. She didn’t know what to expect, this guy had appeared out of the blue because she was calling for help, so it seemed logical to her that if she wanted help, she’d have to do something in return. Of course, slight dread welled up too, but that was only because you never knew what to expect with these people, especially as a human. And saying you’re willing to sell your soul for their help is quite huge as well. You’d forever be in debt and it really showed how far someone was willing to go. She was willing to go far. Their eyes met when he spoke and she couldn’t look away for a moment, it almost felt rude to look away. ”Anything is dangerous.” It repeated itself in her mind, making her wonder what he was up to. This was indeed dangerous, she realized that, but nowadays anything was. “They do mean a lot to me,” she answered sincerely, straightening her back as much as she could to really show off the confidence she felt in her words. “They protected me more than this once, they were kind and they never treated me as some weird outsider. Sure some were assholes at first, but.. They’re good people and they mean a lot,” she explained herself more, answering what he probably already had figured out himself. It wasn’t that hard after all. He mumbled to himself, she couldn’t quite catch it but by the look on his face, it seemed to be positive. Whether it’d work out in her favour was a different thing. Was she gonna regret this? Probably, but for now things just had to turn around. And it seemed like he would take care of it with the words he spoke, making her glance back up at him. She still didn’t know who he was, but right now that didn’t even matter. His charming smile wasn’t answered by one of her own, instead she looked blank and pale, still overcome with shock but holding herself together far better than what they began with. “Hide again, right, move.” She mumbled to herself, almost trying to command her limbs to unlock themselves out of the positions they were in. When his voice rose again from the silence that had fallen, it became more bone chilling. The strict words were bound to make someone obey, the way it was said just forced you to do so. She nodded slightly, breaking her gaze away and slowly dropping herself behind the bar again, being able to catch a glimpse of time moving forward again before her sight was blocked off and she just kept her dog close to prevent him from getting hurt too. Which was what she checked on now too, now that the chaos was coming through again, but it sounded different. He had things under control right away, the moment he had appeared here, far better than the drunken locals trying to sober up right away and fight off the three that had disrupted the peace. She swallowed the lump in her throat and sighed out, looking at Mack who gave her his usual look. The dog always looked so clueless, but loving, it made her smile slightly whilst her free hand was roaming over the dog’s body, trying to find any wounds, anything that hurt. Meanwhile she held him by his collar with her other hand, but he seemed to be fine. He just looked at her with a sweet look in her eyes whilst his ears moved frantically, following the noises behind them. She petted his head for a moment before looking up towards the mirrored wall that used to hold the bottles of liquor. Two were already down, that was so quick. Her eyebrows raised slightly, waiting in anticipation for what she could make out were the stranger that helped right now and the stranger that was fucking everything up. The cracks on the mirror made it hard to see, along with the angle she sat at. Usually it was the perfect angle to keep an eye on things whilst you were either getting ice or whatever, but now it took quite some focus. She gasped and hid her mouth with her hands when she noticed the wood piercing through his side, frowning slightly too since she could just imagine how it felt. If he felt anything at all, he looked so casual. The laugh that was followed by the piece of wood flying towards the other side of the room really had proven it. When he spoke she raised her eyebrows slightly more. So, not a vampire, what then? The werewolves had human like disguises too, you barely could tell them apart then. But so were the demons, or the angels. Even the goblins were smart with altering their appearance, so there were many options. But the most logical to her just seemed demon, who else would sound so interested in someone willing to sell their soul? And as if it was nothing, the fighting had stopped and the corpses had disappeared, making the blink a few times and look up when he spoke to her, making her appear from behind the bar again. “You’re right,” she spoke softly, pushing herself up again and looking around, looking at the people that now questioningly looked at her, wondering who just helped them out and why she was involved with it. Others were helping the ones bleeding, being busy not to lose any of their comrades. She licked her lips slowly, inhaling deeply before looking back at the stranger that helped her. “The rest I can take care of, the bar will be okay,” she spoke while showing a small smirk, thankful and sincere. “Just.. Thank you,” she spoke softly, her eyes moving over to the wound that showed past the ripped fabric from the earlier wooden piece stabbing right through it. It had stopped bleeding, but it did look nasty and like something that could open up any second. “Ah.. Do you.. Need help with that?” She asked carefully, pointing at his wound before looking back up to him. Some eyes were still on her, stern and weary, but she didn’t mind, she didn’t pay attention to them. The rest were busy getting each other up and even putting some of the things back to where they were, whatever was spared anyway.
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Mar 25, 2018 17:40:21 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Mar 25, 2018 17:40:21 GMT
Jonathan
He looked around as the people shot glances at him and the girl, as to ask who he was and why he helped, or perhaps when he arrived since they had all been frozen in time when he had come here. He didn’t pay much attention to them, though the demons who were present knew better than to give looks and just minded their own business while helping others get up and trying to help clean the place up. He was sure his presence was noticeable enough for people to stay at least calm and mind themselves. He looked at the girl when she appeared from behind the bar again and nodded calmly when she thanked him for the help. “The damage isn’t all too bad, it could’ve been worse if you hadn’t called out,” he said as he looked around again at the damage done. Broken tables, chairs, glasses and the whole flour was kind of sticky due to drinks falling to the floor and leaving stains, but nothing that couldn’t be cleaned up by mopping the floor. The tables, glasses and chairs were a different story though, especially when she wasn’t the owner of this bar. When she asked him something he gave her somewhat of a surprised look and followed her gaze to his side where he had been stabbed by the piece of wood earlier. He lifted his shirt slightly to take a better look at it. It really looked ugly, it had been a while since he had such a wound. It didn’t hurt all too bad, nothing worth noticing or worth showing that it stung. He was contemplating if he should give in to her proposal of helping or if he would just let it be like that. It would heal up with time, but it could still give infections, especially with wood if it left splinters in his flesh without him knowing, and he wasn’t all too good with taking care of himself if he got injured. He let go of his shirt again so it covered the wound for as far as was possible and looked back up at her, smiling slightly. “Take care of yourself and the others first, I can deal,” he said calmly. He would survive. He liked her sincerity in her words and expressions when she had smiled and thanked him for his help. Those were his favorite kind of people. He didn’t mind lying, if it was for protection, or when it was harmless. If it was harmful for someone though, he disapproved, just lying to be mean or lying without a proper reason ticked him off, and she did none of that so he was glad. He didn’t need anymore drama after his previous task of getting rid of some people. “Mind if I ask your name? We didn’t really get the chance to introduce ourselves now did we?” He said as he moved around a bit, helping setting things that survived the rampage back where they should be. He didn’t need to, he knew he could just disappear with a contract signed and another soul in his pocket, but he wanted to stretch out some more time to be sure everything was really under control now and no friends of the previous guys would be showing up avenging their lost friends. They would surely meet the seem fate if they tried while he was still here. And he wanted to know more about her, if he had been right about helping her and she didn’t just seemed to have a very hateful character hiding away underneath what he saw before him right now, ‘cause otherwise he’d be fast to take what was his without warning of what was coming.
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Mar 25, 2018 18:14:13 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Mar 25, 2018 18:14:13 GMT
Alex Marshall
She nodded slightly when he scaled the damage, agreeing that it wasn’t too bad, but it somehow had to be restored or fixed and that was still gonna cost a lot. Just the thought of all the expenses nearly made her faint, she couldn’t afford that at all. But she was gonna figure something out, first they had to clean up what was broken beyond repair and then she’d see what she could do. She was a handy person, so she could definitely fix things, but installing a new mirror wall wasn’t that easy on your own. A sigh left her lips before her eyes averted back to the guy that had been of great help. He declined politely, it almost seemed off putting and unlike him, but at the same time she could guess he did mean it since the wound didn’t seem to bother him that much. Must be a blessing, she surely couldn’t imagine walking around with such a gaping wound. Taking care of herself right now, perhaps that was smart.. She checked herself for any wounds, but apart from some little cuts and a lot of scrapes, she seemed fine. Sure she had some throbbing bruises and a cut on her nose and lip, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Scars on her lips were a familiar thing anyway. She was really sore though, her ribs felt bruised so she lifted her top slightly to check the damage, noticing the discolouration immediately and therefore confirming that she had taken quite some blows. It explained why breathing was difficult too. She fixed that, looking up again when he asked her something and slowly moving her arms up to her hair to tuck it into a high ponytail. “Not quite,” she agreed with a chuckle, looking around again to see where she could begin cleaning. She decided that picking up the broken pieces of glass first was the smartest thing to do, so she grabbed the bin and took it with her so she could move away from behind the bar and help the rest. “I’m Alex, though don’t be surprised if you hear someone call me Bones, these guys for some reason have decided that it was a fitting nickname,” she answered finally, shrugging slightly. She kneeled down after giving him one more look and picked up most pieces of glass that she could, the rest she’d vacuum up. She threw that away in the bin and wiped her hands carefully. “So.. Since we’re doing introductions, can I get an answer on who you are?” She asked, looking up to him again whilst taking the broom that was held out to her by one of the werewolves, smirking half to the guy and nodding slightly when he gave her a worried look, confirming that things were fine. So he moved away again and continued with cleaning. She meanwhile started sweeping the floor a bit, just to get the tiny visible pieces of glass and other garbage together. “You.. Dude, you really don’t have to worry about cleaning up, after giving such a helping hand you really ain’t gotta worry about this whole mess,” she moved her hand towards his direction, waving slightly in a disapproving manner. “Just sit on the bar or whatever, grab a drink if there’s still something left, it’s cool,” she waved her hand some more before sweeping again, shaking her hand slightly. He really didn’t need to help in her eyes, she created the mess in the first place. Well, those guys did, but she did provoke them, apparently. Not that she felt guilty for provoking them, they were rude and she wouldn’t back down. She had a spine of her own despite being human and they all had told her to show it because newcomers needed to know that she wasn’t to be messed with. They wanted to come to this bar so they were to obey the one in charge of it too, which made perfect sense. But she realized too, now more than ever, that when it came down to it, she was still just a human and couldn’t do anything against these creatures. Then again, she didn’t mind being human either, it was what she had known all her life and even after discovering that the tales were true, she was fine with the way she was. With the strength and abilities every species held, she also deemed it for the better. That kind of power was serious business and she was sure of herself that she shouldn’t be one to hold that.
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Mar 25, 2018 18:58:10 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Mar 25, 2018 18:58:10 GMT
Jonathan
He looked around once more before he felt worries coming off of her, probably about the expenses that would be needed to fix this place up, he was wondering how she would be able to clean this shit up too. If she was going to be in trouble he could always held out another hand, but if he was to sign her soul into a contract there was nothing left for her to give that would be interesting to him, for as far as he know of course. He didn’t know her, so he couldn’t know if there was something interesting she was able to pull for him. He was glad she checked up on herself when he had said to take care of herself, but she seemed to be fine, besides the obvious bruises she sported and the seemingly difficulty in breathing. She was able to stand and do stuff, so she would survive well enough, she would mostly be sore for a few days and walk around with bruises for a while, but she seemed to have taken a lot already. He chuckled at her words as she agreed that they hadn’t had a very fluent start to start introducing. He looked over when she spoke her name and her nickname that had been given by a few people, making him think over why they had given the nickname, but maybe he’ll be able to figure it out if he stuck around long enough if she stayed interesting. When she asked for his introduction he was thinking about if he should tell her his true identity or if it could wait. It didn’t hurt waiting to tell her. “I go by many names, but my personal name is Jonathan, Jona in short,” He said calmly and cleaned up the last thing before he heard something disapproving from her side, making him chuckle and raise his hands as to say he won’t do anything more then. “I surely helped creating the mess though with throwing them against the wall,” he said. Not that he had done much damage as the wall was still standing and he didn’t really hit anything while throwing the guys. He did make sure the blood was gone, cause that would’ve left ugly stains and he didn’t want other people to clean up the mess he had made even if it was to help someone else, it was still his mess. He could’ve taken care of them without killing them and spilling blood, but he couldn’t really think of a quick manner to get rid of them without them putting up too much of a fight and without hurting any other person in the bar. He moved back to the bar and calmly sat down on a barstool, making sure to keep his wound as stretched as possible to not let it reopen if he relaxed it too much, he didn’t want to deal with any more blood than needed, especially not his own since it would be a pain if he lost too much, he’d feel sore and weak for the coming week and he couldn’t afford that if people would be following him and would be knowing he was weak, trying to get rid of him. Not that it would be so easy to get rid of him, but they could always try when he wasn’t himself. He didn’t need a drink right now, and even if he would take something he would pay for it, he didn’t like being in debt in any way possible. “Luckily no one got deadly hurt,” He then mentioned as he looked at the people. Everyone had gotten out of it alive and with scratches and bruises, but everyone lived, except for the guys that he had gotten rid of obviously.
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Mar 25, 2018 19:25:55 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Mar 25, 2018 19:25:55 GMT
Alex Marshall
Sweeping the floor was quite the task, in places things were still sticky but it made no sense to first mop the floor and then sweep it, so with some groans and huffs she did what she could. “Jonathan, huh? Alright, nice to meet ya,” she spoke whilst remaining busy, if she kept stopping with whatever she was doing, it’d never end. It was already tiring her out because she was so sore and bruised, so she became slightly out of breath again. “Such a mess you made, these fuckers and those assholes did most of it,” she argued back, getting complaints here and there. “Oh fuck off, you lot know I ain’t mad at it,” she huffed, earning a chuckle or two from those who didn’t complain in the first place. She was slightly wondering why to even bother cleaning the mess, it seemed hopeless but perhaps towards the end of it, they’d be able to make something of it. And then to have to report back to the owner.. She dreaded that most. “Hmm.. Luckily these guys know how to defend themselves,” she said, gathering everything together and dumping everything she sweeped up into the bin. She took out the trash bag and tied a knot, dumping it to the side before moving back behind the bar and looking into the small fridges, those were fine. She grabbed a bottled beer and her lighter, opening the bottle with the lighter and taking a sip, placing it on the counter and starting to clean up behind the bar this time. “What made you decide to help?” She asked then, looking up to him for a moment. “And how the fuck did you even hear me?” She raised her eyebrows slightly at the questions she asked, since it finally struck her mind that she was actually whispering and begging for help, but it wasn’t like someone from outside the building could have heard her. Firstly because the walls and windows were all isolated heavily to block out the sounds, it was what helped to make this bar so great for the people that came here. No one bothered you and they had late hours because they didn’t bother anyone as well. The bar was in the middle of the street, attached to many other buildings that either were stores or apartments. But even for being on such a busy street, the space was quite big. The owner had landed a sweet spot for sure, in an area she now knew was crowded with different species. She stopped sweeping again and took another sip of her beer, sighing out after and placing her hands on the counter, facing at him with a questioning look. ”What’s gonna be the deal?” She finally asked since she knew he was up to something. He became interested as long as she had something to offer and apparently her soul sounder delightful, so she knew that now was the time that they had to come to some type of agreement. Or perhaps she would just have to come to agreement with his terms.
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Mar 25, 2018 21:19:53 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Mar 25, 2018 21:19:53 GMT
Jonathan
He looked at her as she was sweeping the floor for the resting pieces of wood and glass scattered over the floor, looking at every individual in the meantime to see what was actually sitting around here and spending their time together. It was nice to see a lot of creatures just being able to hang around each other without making a fuss and just having a good time here. If only he could say that for pretty much everywhere else.. “Same goes for me,” he spoke back on her words, letting go of a small chuckle as he heard the complaints from the people that felt attacked by her words. “Luckily they do indeed, it’d be more of a bloodbath otherwise,” he mumbled, more to himself than to anyone in the bar. He blinked a few times when she asked him questions after a while, making him think of a fitting answer. Why did he help? Out of interest obviously. He was interested as to why she was calling out for help so desperately and why he was the one receiving and not just any other angel that would be glad to help. “Interest,” he gave as a short answer as it was the only real reason he could give her, and he wasn’t going to lie about something small like that. She could think of it whatever she wanted but it wasn’t more than just that. “Your voice popped up into my head pleading, I wanted to ignore it first but I kept hearing you pleading over and over again like a mantra so I checked out your situation and it interested me, and also because I got annoyed that guys would be fucking up the neutral ground this place holds. I can’t stand people like that,” He answered her two questions at once. “What you better could’ve asked is why I out of all people received your plea, I’d guess angels would be flooding this place to help or demons to either help or fuck it up even more, and yet it reached me and no one was jumping in.” He said as he tilted his head slightly and looked at her with curious and observing eyes. “It’s cheesy to say fate has brought me here, but I don’t really know why else I’d be picking it up.” He shrugged and continued looking at her as she was cleaning up behind the bar before she stopped and faced him with the dreaded question of what deal they were gonna come to. “Hard to say. Give me some ideas that pop into your mind about what would be a good deal in your eyes, anything, I’m not a difficult person to people who are genuine in what they believe and want to protect so much as to sell their soul to someone they don’t know,” he said as he looked at her with interest. He was fine with anything she would propose him to give, even if it was just a plain contract of giving him her soul when she died without any other strings attached, or if she needed a hand she could just call out for him and he’d come until she died. Either way it was his soul at the end of her life, no matter what deal she was going to make, she could put it in his benefit or her own. As long as it was interesting enough for him, otherwise he'd come to make his own terms. Not that he had bad plans ahead of him for her, he liked the person she was at this moment and he would hate to break that apart by putting her in an impossible to follow contract.
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