This is for any out of character notes you might have. You can type as much text in here as you want and it will overflow with a scrollbar.
Nicole had always been a compassionate person. She had always been lovable, kind, but because of her parents, she hadn't seen the best of humanity. To be frank, she didn't really think the best of others, but she did her best to put on a smile and get through the day. At least if it was bad it only lasted for 24 hours.
"Now, Nicole you need to be careful. I don't like you being a bartender at night." Her mother chided over the phone. Taking a deep breath Nicole sighed and nodded in understanding. "I know mom, I'll be careful. Randall will be there tonight as security. He's done well to protect me so far."
"Well, be sure to not smile too big, and keep your nails filed down-"
"Mom, you can stop worrying about me. I'll be fine. I've been fine for these last seven years. Heck, I'm the one that made the place calmer. It's better because I'm there." Her tone was soft as she spoke. Her mother sighed on the other side and she could tell her mother had a smile on her lips. "Alright... I just worry. People have been trying to kill mutants like us more recently. I don't want them getting to you."
"I know mom. I have to go now otherwise I'm going to be late for my shift." They said their goodbyes as Nicole walked around the corner into the alley behind the bar. Even though it had been seven years, she felt as if she had been a part of the family here since the beginning. This club had such a bad reputation before Nicole had joined up. Fights breaking out almost every other night, people getting too drunk for their own good. The Ace of Spades had become a gold mine now that tempers could be cooled and easily swayed.
"Having a good night so far Randall?" Nikki asked as she went behind the bar. Sliding her card she was clocked in for the graveyard shift. Slipping off her leather jacket she adjusted her silky button-up shirt and began working on cleaning the bar. Taking her time she occupied herself with idle chit-chat with some of the regulars that came through.
The night went pretty smooth as Nikki made drinks and entertained some other with jokes. She was thankful that most of them never noticed the small differences that made her freakish. That none of them judged her for said differences. But she knew in the back of her mind it was her pheromones that made them incapable of really taking notice. It was hard to keep that power in check. She still struggles with it to this very day unless her mother is helping her in the greenhouse.
Taking her eyes off the tap she turned to the new scent coming into the room. It smelled of iron, but she couldn't see any form of blood as the mystery man stepped through the door. She couldn't help but let her mind race with ideas. Letting go of the tap she slid the beer to the man at the corner and smiled at the dark-haired man. "Welcome to Ace of Spades. My name's Nikki if you need anything just let me know."
Hear my shapeless songs i'm singing and painting this morning light, bit by bit, hoping I'd get to that summer sky. I'm feeling alright I can see your palm reaching out to mine. ---In the orange sky, there is glowing fireflies.
Typically the life of a fool was spent in the evening hours when the parties would rage. They were a rowdy bunch and if it was a club night then it was race night or even fight night. The night before had been Fight night and William had spent plenty of time in the cage in 'friendly' matches with his brothers. It was all no harm no fowl though and at the end the two opponents would hug it out. At the ass crack of dawn he was up and running around with a killer migraine. Instead of being in the bed with the long legged Blonde he was nursing a hangover collecting money people owed the club.
The Fools were well known in the area and most people considered them the guardians of the City. Yeah they sold Drugs and stole cars but you best believe kids didn't kidnapped and people knew better than to hurt a woman. Protection didn't come free and they made a profit convincing the local businesses to pay a security fee. As the day wore on his head finally started to clear up and by that time they were already all headed out for a party. The was a little rat hole Club called ace of spades that was starting to turn a good profit. Used to be a joint where you could find a good fight so not many people would dare step in.
Something had changed and now Johnny and Lu wanted to offer the same protection the club owner. Whether he willingly agreed of not would depict how the night would go. Still He pulled the car in front of the Building and opened the passenger door behind him. Painted nails grasped his hand as Lulu stepped out of the vehicle. Seemed like she was in good spirits today and Johnny slid out behind her. 'Head in and get a meeting with the owner.' Was ordered by Johnny and William tossed the Keys to the Valet. Moving towards the building the doors opened by newly hired bouncers.
There was a heavy sound of thuds from his boots on the club floor and his eyes moved to the bartender. She was a sight to be seen with long legs and pretty brunette locks to match. Maybe coming to work tonight wasn't going to be such a bad thing. Stepping around the Bar he slipped onto a Bar stool and leaned on the bar. "Nikki. Cute name for a cute girl. Can I get a Jack on the rocks and pointed in the direction of the owner I have a appointment to meet him its rather urgent he shows up."
@tag // Notes:
MADE BY NOVA
Last Edit: Apr 17, 2018 21:47:26 GMT by William Pope
Fun, violence, a couple drinks? Yeah it was one of those kind of nights. Johnny stepped out of the car and his shoes echoed hollowly on the street. He stood up and stretched out. Johnny yawned, not because he was tired, but because he lacked excitement. He looked at the Ace of Spades, a little hole in the wall club if he ever saw one. Ma and Pa had a rusty gem on there hands. Ma and pa stores usually went under. Blame the economy. Surely it wasn't because the Fool's Dice Club he put the squeeze on them. Johnny and the Fools were making all the small businesses in the area pay for their protection. If they didn't pay.... Well, maybe a molotov cocktail came sailing through the window. Not saying it would have been a fool who did it.... Accidents just sometimes happen.
Johnny pulled his smokes from his jacket pocket and stuck one in his mouth. Lulu wasn't crazy about him smoking. He had heard the bit before. Lectures about how it was going to ruin his health. That was pretty funny considering. He was the human demolition man. He was damn near indestructable. Don't get it twisted. He was very capable of being 'destructed', but he always seemed to piece himself back together. A severed head? No problem he could reattach it or grow a new one. Broken bone? They mended just fine no problems. Johnny liked to say you can't keep a good guy down. It was his mutation of course, but that didn't stop his ego from swelling up like a balloon. A fresh cloud of smoke surrounded his head. Johnny breathed in fire and exhaled cool righteous night. The moon sending a shine across the leather on the back of his jacket.
"Well baby... Ready for a night of dancing?" Johnny took Lulu's hand and followed William inside. The music of the club was surprisingly good. It drifted down to his ears over the usually muttered voices. Johnny smirked when he saw William instantly start putting the moves on some bartender. That a boy he thought. William was always the lone wolf type. He never really got the clubs thing of finding a good woman and settling down. The right woman by your side could last you forever. Johnny wrapped his arms around Lulu's waist. His chin rested on her shoulder. "What do you think of the place baby?" He asked. Lulu thankfully was in decent spirits tonight. You did not want her to loose her temper. Johnny didn't piss her off often. He treated her like royalty. She was his queen. The only thing that ever really tugged at his mind was the thought of him outliving her because of his mutation. He would really be lost without her.
With that Johnny pulled Lulu out onto the dance floor before she had a chance to answer his question. He pulled her close and placed a hand on her lower back. Johnny was an excellent dancer. He had moves that could make your knees knock. And everyone knew Johnny liked to show off. He cast one more casual glance over at William, who was by now requesting to talk to the owner. Johnny hoped this would go off without a hitch. Johnny didn't know the bartender was a mutant. He hadn't done his research. As far as he knew they were the only mutants here. And they had a reputation for getting what they wanted.
This is for any out of character notes you might have. You can type as much text in here as you want and it will overflow with a scrollbar.
Nicole could feel her heart beating in her chest at the man’s compliment. A slight red tint to her cheeks appeared as she smiled innocently. “Well, I can definitely do both. You arrived on a good day.” Getting on the balls of her feet she grabbed the bottle of Jack. With a flourish of her wrist, she filled a glass and poured the drink.
“I’ll be right back.” Flipping her hair behind her shoulder the brunette excused herself. With a confident sway to her hips, she made her way to the back. This is when her confidence wavered. If her heart hadn’t been racing already it certainly would’ve picked up. Her boss could change personalities at the drop of a hat.
Taking a deep breath she gently knocked on the dark wood door. “Come in, come in! Hurry up!” She heard the raspy tone. Opening the door she almost gagged on the strong smell of cologne. It made her head hurt as she stepped in to see Mr. Claivesdale counting some money from the morning shift.
“Um, Mr. Claivesdale. There’s a gentleman that would like to speak to you.” Nicole timidly looked away from him as his beady eyes looked her over. “Ah~ someone else to give compliments on service? Or to complain that you’ve been such a tease?”
Although this man was only in his early forties, his suit hung loose, and he began balding in the back. One reason he began to shave most of his hair. Nicole didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being creeped out.
“Please sir, I’m sure it’s about business and not about me.” She gave a small smile and turned wanting to get out as quick as possible. “Oh don’t sell yourself short sweet stuff.” She could feel his eyes on her body once more as she opened the door to leave. She felt like she needed to vomit.
That’s when she felt his hand on her shoulder slithering down to her waist. “I think I need to do a thorough examination of you someday. Find out what really makes you tick.” He took in a deep breath as his nose nuzzled into her hair. “Hm, like vanilla.”
“Mr. Claivesdale, we have guests out in the main room. I’ll show you to the gentleman.” Her pink lips creased into a straight line as she exited the room, and his arms. Suppressing the need to shudder at the feeling everything felt on edge.
Making her way back she did her best to put on a smile. Getting behind she grabbed a wet rag and wiped at a spill that was recently made. “Alrighty, who made that mess?” One of the older regulars gave a coy smile and raised his hand. “Sorry darlin’.”
“Oh, you’re gonna get it, mister.” Taking a quick sniff she could start smelling the alcohol on his breath. “No more for you Earl, you’re cut off for tonight.”
“Awe Nikki, why you gotta be like that?” He asked teasingly. “You know the rules. But, there is always tomorrow.” Earl gave a chuckle and smiled. Checking on everyone’s drinks she made her way to the mystery man sipping at his drink. Taking a real look at him she took in the slicked back hair, the leather jacket, and white tee. That scent of Iron still hung around him, but everything seemed intact.
Picking up the Jack’s she refilled his glass after he sat it down. Mr. Claivesdale walked around the corner, his professional face on. He seemed to freeze for a moment as he looked at the man at the bar. “Nicole, you didn’t tell me our guest is part of the Fool’s Dice Club.”
Hear my shapeless songs i'm singing and painting this morning light, bit by bit, hoping I'd get to that summer sky. I'm feeling alright I can see your palm reaching out to mine. ---In the orange sky, there is glowing fireflies.
Picking up the glass he lifted it to his lips and sipped the brown liquid. That familiar burn caught his throat as he let his eyes move over the curves of the bartender. She was walking towards the back and it wasn't a bad view. Spinning the Bar stool around when he lost sight of her. His gaze found Johnny on the Dance floor showing off with Lulu and he smirked a bit. Those two had been together for so many years and somehow they still seemed to have that crazy teenager in love vibe going. It helped that Johnny was basically indestructible because that girl could lay waste to anyone.
a few of the other fools had shown up and taken their places around the building just in case this became a hostile take over situation. It seemed like ages before he heard the voice of the women he had been speaking to. Spinning back around his eyes fell on the owner of the joint with a cold glare. Seems the guy was familiar with their club and that saved him a bit of explaining. "Nice place you got here. Seems our reputation has been imprinted in your mind and i would like to thank you of you gesture. The two finest bottles of whiskey as a gift for my boss and his lovely lady."
He didnt wait for the man to speak but instead reached over the bar and picked up two bottles of whiskey and gave a head gesture for the beady eyes man to follow him. "Bring us some glasses would yah, doll?" Shooting a glance and a wink to the brunette behind the bar he lead the skeevy looking man towards the corner where his friends hand taken to. "Johnny... Lu.." William spoke with a nod to them before he headed off to sit within earshot. His eyes found other things to keep him interested. Quietly his eyes watched the woman work with a vacant stare on his face.
@tag // Notes: Short but William DOESN'T have much to do atm.
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Apr 18, 2018 19:59:06 GMT
what was it like to love him?
it's like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once.
tag - @someone
words - 504
notes - add your notes here! I hope you'll like this template.
There were no complaints about life out of this small framed girl. Many years ago no one would've expected some two bit daughter of a junkie to be anything. Well nothing more than a junkie whore herself in some run down crack house. Just some waitress still pining over a super handsome man that came to hit on her every day. Even after years she still woke from a cold sweat to Johnny Restraining her. The demons in her head seemed to only come out when she was sleeping.
So She would keep herself up to all hours partying with the boys. Since her arrival with the fools and becoming a queen had changed her life. Most days the past didn't cross her mind then again today wasnt one of those says. Once it was sure she was better after her horrid dreams she went to getting ready. They had a meeting to go check out a little club that had picked up in business. The place seemed to be the next big thing in the night life scene and Lulu wanted to know her competition.
Johnny had given her a few different clubs in the surround area. All of them gave her many night of memories even if Johnny was busy with club business. Tonight she took extra time to get ready and try on some of the new outfits that Johnny had not see her in. To say the girl was a spoiled princess and fashionista was a understatement. A little Black Dress that was barely long enough to cover most of her and the perfect Black high Heels.
By the time she was Ready and in the car the evening was just coming alive. Ironsides Drove them carefully to their destination and help helped her step out. Looking at the line of people she turned and smirked at Johnny before heading inside. Her heart was already pumping at the aspect of a fun night. She heard Johnny's questions but she didn't have time to answer. Quickly she was pulled onto the dance floor and her frame pushed close to his. "Your looking Handsome if I do say so myself."
Her red painted lips curled into a smile as she moved in rhythm with the music. When the Song was over she followed him to a old soft couch in the corner and took a seat beside Johnny. Tan legs crossed over each other and the Black fabric gave teasing views of skin to her King. When william approached with the Club owner she felt his beady eyes locked on her and moving over something he would never posses. whats smart on his behalf.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Apr 18, 2018 20:31:24 GMT
Things had finally settled down. Buster had gotten back to the club in time to see Marco 'entertaining himself.' He almost looked relieved that someone was back. Buster had to disappoint him when he promptly left again. He was sure that he heard one of Marco's copies call him an asshole as he left out the front door. Buster had left with his new dog lying lazily on the bed. Buster had quickly showered and changed and in the span of 20 seconds he was fresh and clean. Yes, Buster could even shower quickly. In the span of ten seconds he had scrubbed everything, even the hard to reach places and with his super speed it was the equivalent of taking a 10 minute shower.
Buster had gone back to his bedroom in order to shower and change and was walking back out before the door had even swung closed. He knew his dog was probably freaking confused, but hey she wasn't barking at him. Dogs usually barked at him when he did his mutant thing. Dogs are just as racist as people sometimes. They don't like anything that spooks them. But this dog seemed Chill. "Stay.... Good girl." Buster said as he walked out. He gave Marco a casual wave over his shoulder as he left and that's when he heard the offensive mutter of 'asshole.' It brought a little grin to his lips. Buster was actually looking forward to tonight. While he was at the petstore he told Johnny that he would meet him at the Ace of Spades club over the phone.
Buster wasn't really sure why he wanted him to meet him there, but he wasn't arguing. What Johnny wanted, Johnny got. Johnny was a good guy. Decent and he had been doing a pretty good job running the ship while Carson was in prison. Buster's hair was still wet as he arrived at the Ace of Spades club in a whirl of gusty wind. Buster slicked his hair back with his hands and pulled his googles down away from his eyes. Pushing open the doors he all but strutted into the club. He expected all eyes to be on him. No one even looked up. Buster stood there for a moment or two in the doorway and just stared blankly at the sea of non caring faces. Looking around he could already see William chatting up some cutie at the bar. He saw Johnny moving through the crowd with Lulu's hand.
Buster watched it all with a slow click of his jaw. His jaw moved mechanically. His shoulders slouched as he stepped down onto the dance floor. Buster walked past someone, he wasn't sure who and took the beer from his hand. "Hey assface!" The man protested. Buster's dull eyes rolled over him with the hard look of a man who was out of fucks to give. His jaw continued that slow click as he chewed on the piece of gum in his mouth. That vacant stare mixed with the pure attitude on his face.
The man withdrew his objections. Buster wasn't the biggest guy, but he had that look. The look of a guy that you didn't want to fuck with. Buster took a sip of the beer while he stared at the guy, who was turning and leaving. Buster couldn't even catch a buzz. His metabolism worked to fast. His liver was repaired before he even had time to allow the alcohol to settle in. He took a couple more sips just for show and set the beer down as he mingled into the crowd.
Buster just wanted someone bigger than him to feel the weight of his swagger. Now there were a few eyes on him and that was how he liked it. Buster wasn't as big a show off as Johnny Rome, but he did bask in the respect of complete strangers. Even if it wasn't actual respect. Buster set the beer in the hand of some random hottie in a tight dress. "Here you go sweetheart take care of that for me." He said and pushed past her. She gave him a look and called him a vulgar name. "Dick!" Buster chuckled a bit as he made his way through the crowd. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Sophia. God damn she was a knockout. Buster moved through the crowd right up to her. He leaned on the bar and tried his best to seem casual. "Buy you a beer honey?" He asked Sophia, only turning his head to look at her as the last of the words; simply and sweet spilled off his lips.
Lulu told him he looked handsome. A smile spread across his face. "Don't I always?" He said giving her a little twirl with his hand. She glided like silk skating across silk. She was all grace and charm and sweet curves. Everything that Johnny had ever wanted. She was everything. He didn't even think twice about giving her anything her little heart desired. Yeah, sure he was guilty of buying up clubs like he was playing a game of monopoly and just didn't like the thought of anyone else owning a railroad. Johnny was like that. He had deep pockets and they swam.
Johnny was all booze and good times. Drinking every night until he blacked out. Johnny Rome's life was one endless party. There was drugs, sex, rock and roll and the occasional street race to keep things fun and exciting. The Fool's Dice Club was more than a family to Johnny. It was freedom. The song ended and Johnny was out of breath. He stared at Lulu from beyond heavy heaving breathes. She walked over to an old couch. Johnny of course followed her. He raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to any damn thing we want huh?" Johnny was swept up in the moment. He assumed William would do the business end of the business and leave him to a night of kicking back with his lady.
Johnny's interest was peaked when he saw William walking over with the owner in toe. A skeevy little man who's eyes wandered just a bit to much for Johnny's liking. Johnny was relaxed as could be. At least his posture would seem to say so. He was slouching back on the comfortable couch. Inside his head his gears were turning. He was thinking of a million different ways he could smash this guy's face into ruble. Was he fucking kidding? Everyone knew of Johnny Rome. He was the face and figure head of the Fool's Dice club. Now that Carson Falco was behind bars for the foresable future Johnny was the head dick in charge of the place. Johnny had a bit of a reputation for being.... Well, hard to kill. Lucky was more like it. People would swear that Johnny Rome was fucking blessed by god or something.
A few years back Johnny had been the victim of a drive by shooting from a rival gang. 4 Uzis with extended clips and every bullet missed a stationary Johnny Rome. Those four shooters turned up daisys later, but Johnny Rome was still standing to tell the tale about it. Anyone who ever fucked with Johnny ended up having a not so nice very unpleasant not so great day. Johnny would always come out without a scratch. It was his mutation of course. Johnny was mister fucking incredible. He couldn't be killed. Not unless you tore his heart out or ripped him into a million little pieces and even that wasn't a sure thing.
Johnny's eyes rolled over the creep. His smile was gone. His eyes were malice and they said that they were not happy. "You uh..." Johnny looked away and looked at the ground as if he were disinterested while he spoke. "Want to tell me what the fuck you're looking at?" Johnny's voice was suddenly harsh and stern. His eyes shot back up to Mr. Cavils-whatever, Johnny had never offically gotten the man's name. He hadn't even been properly introduced and already he wanted to tear his face off. Johnny's expression never changed. It was cold and piercing and filled with 'you done fucked up!'
"Listen asshole." Johnny said grabbing the man by the shirt. He pulled him closer so that he was eye level. Johnny never bothered to get up from his seat. "I was going to give you a chance to keep your club. You just lost it. This place belongs to use now. Consider it your retirement. You're out of a job." Johnny wasn't kidding. He had the pull and the muscle to make the Ace of Spades another one of Lulu's many, many clubs. Ownership was just transfered because Johnny was in a foul mood. He wasn't sure if this guy was stupid enough to protest it, but if he was Johnny was going to have William pull his spleen out through his nose. Johnny wanted to kill the guy himself, but he got dressed up for Lulu tonight. He didn't want blood on his going out clothes. He released the guy's shirt and watched him slink away and stand there staring. What came out of his mouth next surprised everyone.
This is for any out of character notes you might have. You can type as much text in here as you want and it will overflow with a scrollbar.
Nicole looked at Mr. Claivesdale confused. Sure she had heard the name in passing, but even with her wits about her she had no idea about the Fool’s Dice Club. Watching the exchange between William and her boss she could see him tensing up. She could smell the fear through his cologne. Fear always smelled stronger.
Following the men over to the lounge area she placed the ice filled glasses down and poured them all a drink. As she turned to leave she felt a graze of a hand on her thigh. A shiver ran down her spine as she made a quick get-away from him.
In her mind she hoped things would go well. That whatever it is they wanted here would be easy to deal with. Nicole had to admit the man and woman definitely looked good. Their outfits complimenting each other.
Taking a moment the brunette girl joked, she chatted, and washed some glasses. She did her best to make sure her guests were happy to be there. To make sure they would want to come back. However, Mr. Claivesdale knew exactly what she was and he “encouraged” her to use her pheromones to the extreme. It didn’t sit well with Nikki though so she did her best to hold back.
Mr. Claivesdale was nervous to say the least, but most of all he was angry. His thoughts raced as he tried to run through all sorts of scenarios. However, it was difficult not knowing how these people’s personalities worked. Not being given the chance to object to the whiskey his temper was wanting to flare out of control. However, the sweet smell of vanilla kept him calm. His thoughts began to turn dirty thinking of the woman that scent came from.
Taking a deep breath he sat down across from Johnny Rome and Lulu his queen. Yes, he knew the names very well. Every business man should. The Fool’s took everything they could get their hands on. If he didn’t watch himself he could lose everything he’s worked for. Well… stole from someone else. It was hard working a dead rotting body.
His eyes wandered over the beauty hanging on Johnny, his eyes going places they probably shouldn’t. And he’d be correct. The look on Johnny’s face pleased him to see him so angry. However, it backfired in a way he hadn’t expected. “Whoa, wait a minute! That’s not necessary! We can talk things out, like the adults that we are. I apologize. I wasn’t meaning anything by it.” He said trying to cover his ass.
His joints popped as he motioned to the whiskey. “Please, I’ve worked hard to get where I am today with my business. I’d like to discuss business, if we can still try.” One arms draped across the back of the couch, his legs crossed and his other hand rested on his knee. “Let’s start over. I’m Mr. Claivesdale, but you can call me Davie.” He held out a thin hand towards the two.
notes - add your notes here! I hope you'll like this template.
Finally they were back at what she assumed was her new home. It was a rat hole to say the least but it would suit until she found something better. When her new owner started rushing around she almost felt sick as her eyes tried to keep up with the movements. This guy was just way to fast so she eventually gave up. Then she heard the words telling her he was leaving and she watched the door close.
Quickly she jumped off the bed and the once standing dog form turned into that of a healthy woman. Heading into the bathroom she stepped into a hot shower rand enjoyed the feeling of hot water on her skin. "Now this is the life." She muttered to herself as she enjoyed the feeling and the relaxing of her muscles. Eventually she got out of the shower and managed to dig out some jeans and a tank top.
They were tossed in the closet in a pile of women's clothes from this horn dogs apparent one night stands. Rummaging through the room she found what looked like a rainy day stash of cash and she cracked open the room door. This would cover her if he made it back first and he would think she was loose in the building. Sliding out the back entrance she headed down the street.
Making time she bought a new outfit and makeup to get herself looking nice. It wasn't often she headed out for a little companionship but she wanted some sort of closeness with someone. After what she had been through it was the best therapy. Making it to a club she slipped the bouncer a big bill and he stamped her hand. Sliding into the crowds she leaned against the bar while she waited for the bartender.
It wasn't long before she heard a voice she wasn't expecting. Her amber colored eyes turned and stared at the guy who had saved her earlier. He was trying to be casual and offering to buy her a drink. "Grease movie rejects arent my typical type. If you buy me some Jack maybe we can talk." She spoke in a un welcoming tone and her glare gave away nothing but a cold nature of her mood.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Apr 19, 2018 1:28:55 GMT
Buster smirked. The cold bitchy attitude was actually refreshing. Most days he didn't even have to try to sweep a girl off her feet. He just gave them a wink and a smile and they were a pool of melted sweetheart puddling around the edges of his boots. Not this one. She barely even glanced at him. It made Buster take notice. He cleared his throat and shifted a little. He nodded to the bartender. "Jack on the rocks." Buster said calmly. He held up two fingers signifying that he wanted one as well.
Buster had no idea he was actually talking to Biscuit. The dog he had found and rescued earlier today. How could he have possibly known? His day had been crazy already. Now he was talking to a long legged goddess with nice cheekbones and a sassy attitude. Buster pushed himself up onto a stool and the drinks came sliding down the bar. Buster caught his and hers both with his higher than average reflexes. "Rough day?" He asked with a cool detached disinterest. He actually had to converse with this girl to get anything out of her.
Buster wasn't the best conversationalist. Most of his thoughts were expressed in a psychical nature. Weather that was sex or violence depended on the situation. He wasn't a bad guy, he just wasn't a very good one. All this power coursing in his blood and he only chose to use it selfishly. Occasionally he might save some poor dumb ass that's about to get his head blown off, or hit by a bus like he did today; but he didn't generally stick his neck out for people. People sucked. Buster had no interest in people. He had no interest in really talking to people. Not unless they were a long pair of legs and a pretty smile.
Despite his ability and his club Buster was still alone. He could run and run all day long. He could race from one end of the world to the other, but he couldn't outrun his loneliness. He couldn't escape his commitment issues. Buster ran from commitment. Buster ran from everything. That was just his thing. He had a series of shallow nights with vacant women that he didn't really care about but that was at best a placeholder. That didn't do much to fill his needs, but it was something. It was better than staring at the ceiling fan and crawling into a bottle, and screaming into your pillow until you fell asleep with a hoarse voice and a hollow condition. Biscuit could keep him company on those lonely nights he supposed.
Buster paused and thought about it a moment as he lifted his glass to his lips he paused. Seemingly staring off into space ahead of him. Nah fuck that. He thought. Empty shallow meaningless sex was better. He turned to face the girl who had not yet turned to face him. "I'm Buster." He said confidently. Confidence was never his issue. It was sincerity that troubled him. He offered her a honest and sincere smile. All the while the cool buzz of the jack pulsed behind his eyeballs and reminded him that this was just another detour.
Post by Sophia Cromer on Apr 22, 2018 17:21:07 GMT
You can't trust anyone.
Everyone is out to use you or kill you.
tag - @someone
words - 0010
notes - add your notes here! I hope you'll like this template.
A drink was slid down the bar and stopped by her. First night out as a human and she had to walk into the bar with her owner. Damn she just didn't have luck and the way her hit on women she wasn't seeing much interest in a man whore. Still he bought her a drink so she supposed that he could remain in her presence. This guy started with Small talk and asking about her day and she rolled her eyes a bit. "Well started off bad and then add guys who cant get over themselves."
Picking up the drink she sipped the brown liquid as her eyes stared coldly at her company. The entire vibe she gave off was stay away but still this fool wanted to be glued to her. If only he knew he was hitting on his new pet dog then he may change his tune. "Sophia." Her flat tone didn't change but instead she looked at the dance floor. That wasn't really her style to come get dry humped by drunken men but their were some pool tables in the corner.
Sophia had hustled many games in her past and she was damn near undefeatable. "How about this Buster... lets play a quick game of pool. I win and you will give me a prize of say 500 bucks. Though if you win then you get whatever prize you want." Moving towards the pool table she watched as he set of the table and she grabbed a stick that worked for her. Standing by the table she bent over it and attempted to break the balls.
She made it look like she didnt know what she was doing and the balls didnt get far. "Whoops... guess im pretty rusty at this." Forcing a smile and a shocked expression as her eyes fell on him. "Your turn. Tell me what would you like if you won?"
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Apr 22, 2018 17:47:08 GMT
what was it like to love him?
it's like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once.
tag - @someone
words - 504
notes - add your notes here! I hope you'll like this template.
Lulu was enjoying her night so far and sipping on her drink she leaned over and nibbled at Johnny's ear a bit. Though feeling someones gaze moving over her she turned her attention to the ratty looking bar owner. Shifting the short fabric to cover herself a bit more she started to feel uncomfortable. Luckily for her Johnny noticed the unwelcome gaze and started to get angry.
The fact the Johnny was so possessive over her just made a smirk come to her lips as she sat back and listened. Suddenly the man was told that he no longer owned the club and her eyes lit up. "Yay I get a new club!!! Your the best baby." Lulu squealed in her excitement and her arms wrapped around his neck. Kissing his cheek she then turned her attention when the man tried to protest the new ownership.
suddenly she stood up and flipped the table infront of them. "Listen here you little low life pervert. This is my club now and I suggest you get to cleaning out my office. Buzz off." Her attitude did a complete flip as she stared coldly at the man. A metal hand landed on the previous owners shoulder and asked if there was going to be a problem, but he seemed to slink off mumbling.
Just like that her temper soothed out and she turned to face Johnny. Leaning over her lips stopped by his ear. "I'm gonna hit the powder room. Lets move this party back to the club house. I bought some things earlier that I want to show you."
Her tone was a whisper before she turned and walked away. The bartender came to clean the mess on the floor and Lulu stopped her. "How about you close this place down sweets and come to a party at our club. Trust me you dont wanna miss it." Lulu spoke to the Brunette girl and then bounded off to the bathroom.
Davie stared vacantly at the little temper tantrum that Lulu let out. The table flipped, hit his wrist in such a way that the feeble wrist broke on this body. He'd have to return to his own here soon. He was reaching his limit already. "Well, quite the lady you are." He quietly retorted. He wasn't good at feigning pain in someone else's body when he occupied it. The neurons of the brain were already spent and gone after he did the dirty work of killing them.
Pulling his hand back he scoffed and dangled the limp hand. "Well, there goes my weekend at home." He joked and stood. These people weren't worth his time. "Enjoy the proceeds while they last. Don't stretch yourselves too thin. Some might think you're over stretching your bounds!" He waved behind him as Nicole passed by to see what was going on. He gave her ass a hard slap earning a surprised yelp.
Walking back into his office he only really needed to grab a few things. He didn't need much. Gathering up a few things he packed away some money, his knives, and looked to find some sedatives. He had forgotten that he had them. It worked for those men that came in looking for a fight before Nicole had arrived. He normally had to sedate everyone that came in. That had all changed though, and he wasn't liking this certain change at all. 'They want to take what's mine. Those fucking bastards are going to pay...'
He could teach those kids a lesson or two. "RANDALL!" He yelled out. His door opened only a moment later to a beefy bald man wearing a black shirt with large white letters saying 'Security'. "Why don't you bring that little diva in here to see her new office?" His voice spat with venom as he pulled up the needle. Randall and Nicole were the only two that knew of his powers. He had made them swear to secrecy or become part of his collection of bodies.
This old man's body was getting more dead by the minute. He'd start showing some decay here soon. He looked in the mirror at the gaunt cheeks, the sunken eyes, and the way the lips had started to dry uncontrollably. He wished there was a way for him to preserve the bodies better. Get more than a few good years in with them. 'Oh well... time to set everything up.'
This is for any out of character notes you might have. You can type as much text in here as you want and it will overflow with a scrollbar.
Watching the scene unfold was a bit unnerving for Nicole. She hadn’t ever liked getting into fights, or being near someone when they were too loud. The woman and man at the couch both had angry looks on them as they spoke. Taking a glass she started cleaning it until the table was flipped with such force. Nicole quickly made her way through the crowd a wet rag in hand. Things must not have gone well. Knowing how Claivesdale was… he probably looked at the woman the wrong way and her man didn’t like that. Nicole was surprised when she felt a hand slap her ass as her old boss left the scene. Turning around all she saw was his hand in the air waving limply. It was a disgusting sight. She really hated that man. Taking a deep breath she made it to the upturned table. Before she could get down to clean it though the woman stopped her. T first Nicole looked confused, then conflicted, but she nodded all the same. She wasn’t going to argue with her. Making her way to a center table she climbed on top like she normally did. There were collective groans all around. They knew what this meant. “Sorry to say everyone but this is last call! Sorry for the inconvenience, make sure to pay your tabs, and tip your servers.” She said with a little wink at the end. Once that was done she got down and proceeded to clean up the mess. She couldn’t just leave it there. Picking up shards of glass she placed them in the rag to protect her hand. Dropping a sharp piece she hissed at the burn of alcohol on a small sliver of a cut. “Damn it… that hurts.”
