ryuhawkeye
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Post by ryuhawkeye on Feb 8, 2011 16:58:04 GMT -5
A thick layer of grey clouds covered the mid-afternoon sky as a boy walked boredly down the street, his hands in his faded blue jean pockets, all the while thinking to himself, This place sucks...I've been here two weeks, and not a single job has presented itself yet... He sighed a little and stopped as a thunderclap broke loose in the sky, rain begining to drizzle down on the city, Great... he thought, Just my luck... He let out a loud sigh and continued walking. A few blocks down, he stopped and raised an eyebrow, seeing a boarded up building that looked alot like one of the taverns back out in the country. He looked around before walking up to it and looking around, curiously trying to find a way inside. After a few minutes, he finaly came to a back door, it's lock rather worn down from what must have been several years of being picked and then re-locked.
"Well...this might be a lucky break for me" He whispered to himself as he reached over and turned the nob, whoever had used it last had deffinately not locked up after him or herself. He grinned widely at his fortune and pushed open the door, setting to work quickly on exploring the old bar. A little bit of work and this place can be just like home! He thought happily to himself as he began to set tables upright and chairs back where they should be. After a few hours of fixing up, humming to himself the entire time, he hopped up on the wooden stage and looked around, "Well I'll be damned...worked out pretty well. Now, it needs two last minute things..." He said outloud to no one in particular before hopping back off and walking down into the cellar, browsing through the aged alchohol.
Another thirty or so minutes later he stepped back, finished stocking the shelves behind the bar with a variety of aged liquor. Then, smiling, he walked out and around to the front of the bar, pulling a small flick knife from his back pocket and quickly carving a small sign onto the boards on the front door before walking back in and sitting down behind the bar. On the front door's boards, it was engraved
The Eagle's Nest tavern, new management. Go 'round back.
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Sinneh
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Post by Sinneh on Feb 8, 2011 21:09:30 GMT -5
With Tenma out, Takeshi had spent the night under the bed of his master. The adolescent black and red german shepherd was sleeping soundly, splayed out comfortably under the bed in which said master was sleeping himself on.
D’Alerian was sprawled on the queen mattress, black silk cover set with a black and red matching sheets and the like covering the bed. He was one of the few assassins allowed to have a room in the old bar, and this room had been his for a while now. It was simple enough with a nightstand by the bed, a good sized closet and a home theater lounge couch set against the walls facing the 42’ inch plasma high-def television on its wall stand he’d installed himself, along with the gaming consoles. All in all, it was Dare’s spot. Across him was a spare empty room, and then down the hall were the other occupied rooms- his being the last in the line. Now these rooms were out of sight and out of mind from the rest of the club area, and the only direct way into them being from behind the main bar counter and then down a locked hallway. Not that any of the assassins had to worry about that what with the bar being out of commission. The inside however…well looks can be deceiving. The main areas had the same look the outside had, but behind certain locked, sealed and blocked doors hid the more, modern advances in the bar. This wasn’t the Assassins Guild HQ for nothing.
He shifted restlessly in his bed, reaching unconsciously for the Glock 18 auto he always tucked under his pillow, the cool steel bringing a lazy grin to his lips. After spending the most of the night out on patrol Dare had come in through one of the upper windows and crashed right then and there in his room. But now, he began hearing things, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t dreaming.
Footsteps, bottles, scrapes and scratches- yeah someone was here. He blew it off as another assassin though, since if it would’ve been a human or something they would’ve been a lot louder or rowdier. He tried to lull himself back into sleep, but the noises were insistent, continuing for more than an hour, and slowly but surely the tiger shifters’ nerves were being rubbed.
Until finally he couldn’t stand it anymore, and with an animalistic growl he pushed himself up so he was sitting by the edge of the bed. He wore nothing but a black wife-beater and gray boxer shorts, sporting a serious case of bed head as well. Dark and chin-length straightness, it had a prince Caspian wave to it now, with some serious static/poof in the back. He also had a good days worth of stubble on his cheeks and chin, but if anything it enhanced the raw masculinity of the handsomely chiseled features. Deep royal blues were still hazy with interrupted sleep, and in a fluid motion he’d risen to his gloriously full height at a bit over 6 and a half feet. He shook his head as he stalked out of his room, barefoot and frustrated at whoever was making all the damn noise. The tight tank hardly did much to keep the highly sculpted body hidden, long and lean he was no stranger to the martial arts-not even at his best and he was still as statuesque and lethal as was characteristic to the devious womanizing Assassin. He turned a corner, strode down the hallway, running a hand through the back of his hair to tame it as best he could. He opened the hallway door and closed the rest of the distance until he emerged into the bar and was behind the main counter.
Well fuck, The first words to come from his mouth as he took in the appearance of the bar- restocked, furniture in new places…and some teenager in the midst of all of this. He spent a good moment in stunned silence, thinking why the hell some kid had come in here to make himself at home?! He growled again, face stern and clearly miffed. He glared at the teen, resisting the urge to snarl at him, or kill him. He was behind the counter as well, so they were no more than 5 yards apart from where Dare’d came out from the back hallway.
You, kid, where the hell did you come from-better yet, give me a reason why I shouldn’t throw your ass outside for a beating,” He all but snarled out, making his intent clear. He wasn’t any assassin he knew, if he was at all, and he doubted any thief would be suicidal enough to come here.
Notes: Lawls thought I'd bring in Dare first, siggy is link to his profile if you're curious but daaaaaaaamn uberly lame post is lame >.>
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ryuhawkeye
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Post by ryuhawkeye on Feb 9, 2011 17:19:51 GMT -5
The boy jumpped at the voice, yelling out "Skatá!" before he quickly spun on his heels to face whoever it was that had startled him. Plastered on his face was a look of surprise as he took in the other male's appearance. After a few brief moments of silence he quickly regained himself and spoke again, more composed this time, "Woah, sorry. I didn't think this place was occupied, I was just trying to find a way to get a steady cash income, I figured that the bar was completely empty, so I wanted to try and restore it..."He looked around as he motioned with his right arm slowly, accidently showing his shfter's tattoo on the underside of his right forearm, just above the wrist, trying to prove his point by showing the no-longer dusty bar with all the chairs and tables set back upright and the bar restocked, letting himself marvle at his own handywork silently in his mind.
After lowering his hand and looking back at the man, he reached up and ran a hand through his messy, medium length dark brown hair, still glistening with small beads of rain from outside. Again, just my luck. Find the only place I could possibly remake and get an income from, and after all the work, I find this place is home to someone else...greeeeat He sighed a little, and hoping to lighten the mood a little with an appology, he offered a small, "Sorry..."
He knew that if it came down to a fight, he wouldn't be able to escape in time, and he probably wouldn't last long in a hand to hand fight, he only knew a little bit of Ju-jitsu, which he had learnt with his best frind. But, he figured that there really couldn't be really bad outcomes of accidently setting up a bar in someone else's home...maybe death as a worst case scenario...So he did all he could do, shift uneasily and nervously. You know, I think that being bucked and then run over by a bull is probably worse than death...but I sure hope this guy doesn't punch THAT hard.
__________________________________________________________ Sorry if I post kind of lame or short, I'm not entirely sure how to expand certain posts >.<
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