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Post by Rojo on Oct 23, 2008 17:19:05 GMT -5
A giant sprawling city plagues the horizon. The sky around it is bleak and grey. The age of magic has long past, and none alive still know its secrets. The time of Industry has arrived, and the citizens of this great city are eking out an existance between the evils of the world. You will not find a greater hive of scum and villiany.
((Anyone who got the reference there gets four epic hugs and a cookie! No magic please! I want a break from Wizards & Warlocks))
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Post by Seven on Oct 23, 2008 17:32:45 GMT -5
Nelly walked down the streets. Everything around her looked so bleak. Her eyes were fixed upon the horizon, never wavering to the side, to her surroundings. She wore an insensitive, shrewd look, but that's the sort of person you'd have to be to survive a city like this one. Even from the main street, you could hear cries of help coming from an alley way just a street over. It's why her eyes never wavered to the side---to remain blind to the madness of this hell hole named home. The virtuous, the righteous, the good, they were things of the past. People like such didn't survive anymore. And so she moved right along.
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Post by Rojo on Oct 23, 2008 17:41:09 GMT -5
Posters were lined down the streets, with pictures of a person in bulky grey armour and the words "The Brotherhood of Steel wants YOU!" written in friendly red letters.
But the man walking down the street ignored these. He wanted nothing to do with the Brotherhood of Steel. He was a mercenary. It showed by the ridiculous amount of weapons strapped to him: A pistol in his belt, a rifle of some sort on his back, a bandoleer with grenades and ammo across his chest, brass knuckles and a switchblade on his belt too and a combat knife strapped to his leg.
This man had fingerless gloves, a dark green overcoat, jeans of which the original colour had long since faded and tough leather boots. He had dark blonde hair, which grew into a moustache and beard on his face, along with spectacles on his long, thin face. A face that had things which could not be unseen...
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Post by Seven on Oct 24, 2008 14:21:55 GMT -5
Nelly walked into the "Caviler with Cigarettes," her favorite little pub to escape the winter's chills, grab a strong coffee, and warm herself in the smoke filled rut of society. She entered, the cold wind following just moments behind her.
"Eh Nelly, shut that door! That damn wind will be the end of us," Luke, the barkeep called. She grimaced a little, not feeling she needed to be told so. Of course she was going to shut the door--but one has to open it to step inside, no? "Sometimes I think you don't want business, Luke," she rolled her dark black eyes at him, slamming the door behind her. A final gust had managed to fight its way in, tossing her short medium brown hair.
"Are you going to be at least a gentleman enough to offer to take my jacket?" she questions Luke.
"Only if you don't ask for your jacket back," Luke drolled apathetically. Nelly shook her head. If the age of chivalry was long past dead, its carcass was now being inhumanely defiled as well.
"I suppose that's a step up from just emptying the contents of your customers' pockets," she said, casually taking a seat on the barstool.
"Yeah, I made that decision once I realized no one keeps anything good in their pockets anyways. The coat is worth more if you sell it on the market."
Nelly shakes her head. "You con-man, you." Luke begins to smirk a little, finally putting down his drinks to meet her gaze. There's something a little bit sadistic, a little bit lustrous in his eyes.
He begins to lean in forward a little, his eyes going down her sharp physique, and says in a low voice, "I'd have you right here and now on this counter, Nelly, customers watching and all---"
It doesn't take a second longer before a pistol is point blank at his forehead, Nelly looking minorly peeved. "Just fix me a drink god-damnit."
Luke, coy smile still manically drawn on his face, backs up slowly, and pulls up the ingredients for a 'Tall Warm Milk," a strange combination of alcohol and coffee, meant to give you both a buzz and a relaxed feeling. His hands work at extraordinary speed, making it near impossible to see what he's slipping into the hot drink.
He pushes it over the counter to her side. "Never afraid I'm going to slip you a GHB, Nelly? I could you know..."
Nelly raises the cup to her lips, her eyes laughing at him, a wry smile forming--a knowing look, suggesting that such a thing would be beyond Luke's wildest dreams. She entertains his thought though. "Oh? You could I suppose. Then what? Are you going to have your way with me, on this counter, with all your customers, like you suggest? Don't humor yourself Luke, even unconscious I'd manage to kick your sorry ass." She takes a gulp without hesitation.
Luke returns to cleaning out glasses, sighing audibly. "You're just too mean to poor, nice guys like me..."
"Nice guy? Says the man who proudly admits to thievery and suggests using GHB on his customers for his own sick pleasure," she grins, clearly amused.
He returns her look with a smirk of his own. "Oh, but we've always been more than that--"
She slams the drink down. "Drop it Luke. That was long ago." Her eyes bore into him, sharp like razors, and he finally stood down. There was no conversation between the two any longer, so she took her drink to the window. The window room was usually vacant, as no one wanted to chance sitting behind glass when a stray bullet could come from anywhere. But Nelly loved to watch the snow fall, how whiteness could blanket the dirty, grey city. She loved the emptiness of the room, the view of a deserted outdoors; it made a small space in which felt she was entirely alone in the world. Oh how Nelly loved to watch the snow fall.
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Post by Rojo on Oct 24, 2008 15:36:23 GMT -5
The mercenary opened the door of the small pub with one hand, staring straight forward and purposefully at the barman.
"The usual," he says in a suprisingly calm and melodic voice for someone who blows things up or a living.
The man proceeds to take a seat near the back of the building in the shadows, patiently waiting for his drink.
Another man sits at the bar, twirling a knife. He looks across the room at Nelly, grinning dirtily.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?" He asks, leaning casually against the bar.
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Post by Seven on Oct 24, 2008 16:28:13 GMT -5
Luke eyes the man as he walks in. He can't help it, but his gut feeling tells him that one of these days that merc is going to be standing over him with a gun pointed at his head. He tries to shake off the feeling, silently preparing the drink ((whatever it is he ordered.))
Nelly invisibly twitches, her palms clenching. She always felt annoyed when a person, a lecherous man, would make his damn remarks when she sat by the window. To her, being in that spot was meditative, her chance to become like the ascetics of long past and detach herself from the world.
She spun around in her chair to face him, a dark smile plastered on her face, like she could kill the man just for the pleasure of it. She changed her sitting position so she was leaning forward slightly and her legs slightly a part. She gives him a look and parts her full lips, letting her tongue come out slightly. Nelly's eyes look seductively at him. Her hand goes up, and the tip of her pointer finger touches her tongue. She suddenly drops her licked finger onto the table next to her. Her seductive air suddenly are dropped and replaced with a deeply annoyed look.
"Sizzle," she says harshly, standing up and approaching him. She places the finger she licked on his forehead and says, "Something much too spicy for a man with such a mild temperament to stomach," before suddenly giving him a rough shove.
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Post by Rojo on Oct 24, 2008 16:43:40 GMT -5
The man just grins even wider and laughs shortly.
Now Nelly is closer, she would notice he has very short hair and a sort of goatee, and a black tank top with fingerless gloves along with blue jeans and sneakers. But the most interesting thing is almost all of his skin is plastered with tattoos.
"Ha! I bet you if three men all walked in toting tommy guns right now, I'd take 'em on..."
The Mercenary in the corner takes a swift glance out of Nelly's window and murmers "Be careful what you wish for..." but somehow it carries across the room.
Then, as if the Pagan gods of Irony had been listening at the keyhole, three men with mohawks, sunglasses and jackets bearing a skull with a gun forced through the jaw all walk in-- holding tommy guns.
"This is a stick up!" One says
"Yeah! So don't try nothing funny!" Says another.
The mercenary recognises the men as members of "The Broken Bikers" gang by their jackets. He has had "dealings" with them in the past...
The man at the counter freezes, the idiotic grin frozen on his face.
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Post by Seven on Oct 24, 2008 18:06:40 GMT -5
Luke freezes in his place, dropping a mug and letting it shatter. Only his eyes move, slowly making their way to Nelly's back. Nelly had still been standing in front of the idiotic man, so her back was turned to the door, and thus her back is to the the bikers. But from she can see in the tiny pieces of shattered glass the faintest reflection of The Broken Biker symbol. She gives the tattooed man a coy look of 'Hey, what'd ya know? Here's your chance to prove yourself.'
She suddenly says in a loud, legitimately shocked sounding voice to the tattooed man in front of her. "Oye! Sammy," she says, making up a name for the tattooed man, "you shouldn't say such fearless things! Don't you think it's unwise to say that The Broken Bikers are all a group of sissies who handle their arms as well as a petrified five-year old? I know, you always tell me to not worry about you---that you've fought fifteen or so of them by yourself and were unscathed and your favorite thing to do is to wipe the floor with the sides of their faces, but you know I can't help it!"
Nelly casts a look to Luke. In a perturbed voice, Luke continues Nelly's dramaticization. "Oh Nelly--you shouldn't have said such a thing! I know that you're partially deaf, but The Broken Bikers just walked in!"
Nelly gasped loudly in horror, as if she just realized her awful mistake.
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Post by Rojo on Oct 24, 2008 21:15:47 GMT -5
The man keeps his cool, the grin never leaving his face.
"Yeah, I bet I could cook these fools with one hand tied behind my back!"
All three men cock their guns and turn to him.
"So, you think you're hard, huh?" One asks, hellfires in his eyes.
"Umm, preedy much, yah..." the tatooed man says, then holds up a finger as they start to tighten their grips on the triggers "but I got one thing to askyou guyses..."
They all smirk.
"Yeah, wossat?"
"Do ya feel lucky...well do ya... punks?"
Then, quick as a flash, the knife he had been twirling was sailing through the air and embedded itself in the middle man's forehead. The tatooed man had already vaulted behind the bar as various memebers of the bar pulled out guns and opened fire on the men. T
But they had both dived under a table, ignoring their fallen comrade.
The mercenary had over-turned his table the second the man had thrown the knife, and had now pulled out a pistol.
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Post by Seven on Oct 24, 2008 21:36:19 GMT -5
At the first gun shot, Luke dived beneath the bar himself, crawling to the back room where he kept all the drinks. He peaks out a little, watching the mayhem of the battle, still nervous that someone might get the idea to come into the back, placing him in danger. A Cold hand suddenly reach out and grab him, and Luke nearly gives out a shrill scream. But before he can, the second quickly covers his mouth.
"MMmm!" he tries to resist, but he suddenly gets an uncharacteristic smack to the head. He spins around. There's Nelly, grinning. "Sorry to make you wet yourself, Luke," she chuckles softly.
"What are you doing back here? I'm surprised--why aren't you in the fight?"
Nelly rolls her eyes and blows a tuft of hair up disgruntledly. "That tattoo guy obviously. I wanted to see those biker jerks rip him to shreds. But what'dya know, he happens to be the one dumb jerk who can actually back up his big-talk." She shrugs. "So I no longer feel the need to stick around and watch him win, only so he can rub it in my face and continuing acting like a totally lech towards me." She grins again. "So let's get out of here already!"
"But it's my bar--"
"Ahh, quite your winning, I'll buy you a new one you loser." With that, Nelly stands up and grabs Luke's hand, dragging him with her. The two make an escape through the back, hopping on a bike they find. Nelly grins, opening up the case. "Come on baby...Eureka! I've got the hot-wiring down!" she exclaims, reviving the engine. "Hold on baby-boy, we're blowing this joint. Ha ha!" The motorcycle speeds up, leaving imprints in the snow as they ride away.
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Post by Rojo on Oct 24, 2008 21:42:11 GMT -5
The tatooed man is in the middle of laughing and pulling out another knife when he hears an engine. His face falls, and he scrambles quickly out back, running after them.
"Hey! THAT'S MY BIKE!"
Meanwhile back in the bar, The Mercenary tosses a grenade over his shoulder and dives through the window before it goes off, the blast propelling him into the freezing snow. Then a motorbike revs past and he looks up.
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Post by Seven on Oct 24, 2008 21:51:21 GMT -5
Nelly grins, waving to the tattooed man seductively. "Thanks for the bike Sammy!" She winks and blows him a kiss. Luke narrows his eyes a little at Nelly. "Has anyone ever told you you're a femme fatale?"
She shrugs a little. "I save your sorry ass, so I can't be all bad."
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Post by Rojo on Oct 29, 2008 17:34:30 GMT -5
The tattooed man soon runs out from the alley and tears up the street a little ways before falling to his knees in the snow.
The Mercenary stands up, shakes his head, wipes the snow off his overcoat and walks away down the street, pistol still in hand incase any stupid crackheads tryed to mug him...
Just another day in The Metropolis...
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Post by Seven on Oct 29, 2008 19:05:19 GMT -5
The next day....
Luke sighs in sorrow, noting the destruction of his less-than-beautiful bar. "My insurance is going to kill me..." In this time and place, all things were 'covered' under the government 'insurance.' Whenever a large, public place was greatly damaged, it is the law to file for coverage. However, filing often brought more bad than good, costing the owner usually an arm and a leg over the span of a decade.
Nelly sat comfortably leaned back on a turned over, burnt table piece, her feet up on another piece of wreckage. "Oh quite your whining. If you didn't want a to be roughed up a little, you shouldn't have opened a shady looking pub!" Nelly was chewing on something, but harshly spit it out.
He frowns at Nelly, having irrational anger against her, as if she somehow caused all this. "You could help you know..." he says darkly.
Her eyes were closed and she looked as content as a sleeping cat. "Can't, I'm working!"
"Fph--on what? Reading a book plastered to the inside of your eyelids?"
"Nope!" She grins, delighting in his displeasure with her.
"Then what is it?"
She had been holding back her delighted excitment for a while, but upon his questioning, she kicks her foot rest out and bounds up. "I've decided to be a Merc! And I'm holding interviews today!"
Luke looked around the broken bar, then at her in disbelief. "Here?"
She shrugs, "I actually had the ad up for a week now, stating this to be the place. It's not my fault your pub went Ka-blooey!" she says making expressive hand gestures like an innocent child. "Besides, the fire's out, so I don't see why I shouldn't keep my interview here. So Luke, why don't you go be a darling and fix me a drink?"
Luke looked highly displeased. "Because... dear Nellly...I don't HAVE ANYTHING to make ANYONE drink with!"
She blinks at him, then shrugs. "Sheesh---don't get your knickers in a knot or nutin'..."
Luke coughs a little, calming his anger. "So...did your ad mention your....gender?"
Nelly frowns, displeased with the comment. "No. I didn't see why that should be important."
She turns. "Anyways, I'm going back to my mental preparation...." She takes a seat again on the burnt table piece, closing her eyes coolly.
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Post by Rojo on Oct 29, 2008 19:15:00 GMT -5
A man in a black tank top and jeans stares at a dirty billboard on the wall of the town hill. There are various things written on...
Keep The Peace, Become a Member of the Neighbourhood watch!
Join The Brotherhood of Steel, and GET SOME ACTION!
Maggie's Pies! Only the best rats used!
Then...an advert for a mercenary partner...
"A merc, eh?" the man stroked his tiny goatee and grinned. Then something caught his eye. There was something scribbled in the corner of the billboard...it read: shelly joans suked jon mathews cock hear
The fair-haired mercenary took his money without any emotion or words. He nodded to his employer and turned out of the building, doing up his coat as he went and pulling on some tougher leather gloves against the cold. He started to make his way back to the pub he had demolished yesterday...
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