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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 23 2013, 09:57 AM (996 Views) | |
| Post #1 Dec 23 2013, 09:57 AM | Cowboy |
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2312 hours. Saturday before Christmas. Let's make a night you won't remember. I'll be the one you won't forget. The Bigger They Are, the harder they fall; right? "I'll have another here, Naoki." It was hard to mistake that voice for anyone else in the city; like gravel tumbling around in a cement truck. Granted it was attached to a man so disfigured and beat he made Marv look like a GQ cover model. One of the hazards of spending your evenings looking for trouble, apparently. But whatever. The hand that wrapped around the shot-glass she poured for him had gnarled knuckles, half-open - hell he looked like he'd just walked out of a tumbling cement truck himself. But it'd be good to take a night off, right? He'd, without warning, left his bangle back at the condo. Hell, he'd even left his cellphone back there on the kitchen island. It'd been months since the prison adventures, since he watched STUFT! burn to the ground, since he'd buried all those bodies and memories. He hadn't taken a day off since then. Between training at the Chateau, managing both teams while his other co-pilots were MIA, and still trying to fit in a little midnight-adventure around the city? Well, burning the candle at both ends can wear a person down after a while. Granted, isn't that what Military folk are supposed to be used to? Nope; Mercer had decided to give his responsibilities the middle finger for the evening and relax. The scars and bruises and tattoos wouldn't look so out of place if it weren't for the wardrobe. Dark slacks and a dark shirt, the only splash of color in the form of a deep, vibrant crimson tie unfurled just a bit around his neck. What was wrong with wearing a present from the DA? A hand that more resembled a leather catchers mitt ran through his disheveled hair, coming down across his left cheek passing through the beginnings of another beard. He'd trim it off before he looked homeless again, but the last few days he just couldn't be bothered. He tapped his knuckles against the bar - careful not to split it in half in the process - and got himself another round. Why not Dusk? Why not The Shit? Why not the Sky Lounge? Too many memories. Everyone in The Shit knew his name, his face; granted when you're built like a refrigerator it's hard to be mistaken. Ever since the Shootout he couldn't bring himself to go back to the Lounge, and it'd be hard to take a night off if he went to where people knew who he was. Maybe hanging out with some new people was just the shot in the arm he needed to get his head back on straight. Granted, with the room spinning at the edges the way it was, that might be harder. He was on, what, shot ten? twelve? His big-ass oxford was tapping along to the song in the club, his shit-brown eyes roaming over the crowd hoping to catch anything exciting. So far the closest thing he'd seen to that was a few girls making out. One of the had pink hair. It was kinda weird. |
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| Post #2 Dec 24 2013, 12:37 AM | Star |
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Isn't that the truth. Unfortunately some things aren't so big in present form, which was both a curse and a blessing to one such girl. The curse, Helena had to deal with being small in a big world in her human form. Her short and petite stature hid the real thing. Yet she wouldn't be the first to complain, at least it offered her something that some would kill for: beauty. Long ash brown hair fell over her shoulders and down her chest. The flowing white dress she wore was just below her knees, and haltered at the top. She had taken the light jacket she wore off as she entered the nightclub, and headed for the bar. The tapping of her heels weren't present, as she wore flats. Even if height were an issue for her, she rarely cared enough to subject her feet to that form of torture. Plus, flats were much cheaper to come by then heels were. The price some women would pay to look a certain way was beyond her. Her emerald green eyes scanned the area, holding onto what image she still had of humanity, she wasn't displeased by the crowd that night. Granted there was a lesbian couple making out in the corner, a drunken patron trying to grab-ass, and a bartender flirting her way to more tips. However above all of that, it wasn't too bad. It, in her opinion, could be much worse. Helena could only hope that there would be no fights for her to witness, violence among humans was very entertaining, but not when she was front row and center. Helena preferred the quieter, corner rugged bars that held maybe fifteen to twenty people at a time. Yet she decided that the holiday's were rolling around, why not try something new. Christmas wasn't something she celebrated, the reason for that is she didn't particularly believe that it made any sense. To them, they enjoyed the families and the presence, for Helena it was the snow that covered the ground that had her excited. There were a few people that had caught her eye, but none that really captured her attention. There was one that didn't fit in with the crowd that kept her attention longer then the rest though. One that looked as if he should be at one of those smaller bars down in the shits. Then again, Helena wasn't one to judge. Her dress cost her nothing and the shoes even less then that. People that were here seemed to use their entire paychecks just for their outfit that night. It was, interesting to say the least. The brunette approached the bar, her arms at her side and her eyes at the bartender she took a seat. Conveniently, the only open seat was beside the out-of-place man. He didn't smell, so it didn't bother her much to sit beside him. Plus, even if he smelled human she couldn't help but like that look. Being different in a crowd of familiars was something that a dragon could appreciate. Raising her hand at the bartender to grasp her attention, Helena caught the mans gaze for a moment. He was big, tank big, and definitely had a story behind him. Although he was mostly covered, the scars she could see told a story. Battle marks. They made her scar covered wrists pulse and her throat tense. Humans were more fragile then she was, even if it didn't look that way, and she still felt a pit in her stomach for him. Whenever the bartender finally got around to her, which wouldn't have been long, Helena broke her gaze from the man and smiled at the woman. Her pearly whites bearing and a pleasant expression on her face, "I'll start with a water, please." Her Japanese was flawless, but the accent behind it was definitely incorrect. She had an old-English styled tone behind it, and it sounded more mature then her appearance gave off. |
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| Post #3 Dec 31 2013, 09:13 AM | Cowboy |
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Water?I'm slicker than an oil spill. Water?She says she won't But I bet she will. Fuck that. "Forget that, Naoki. She'll have what I'm havin'." Okay, so...long flowy white dress, check. Lack of inappropriately high heels, check. Complete lack of glitter, check Scars around the wri-... Wait, what? Okay, so, one thing was abundantly clear; she didn't belong there either. The urge to linger was there; not so much on her chest or ass, but first-glance brought a man like the Titan to her scars; if he looked longer he could try discerning what they came from, but then, some people are a little more shy about their scars than others, and isn't staring just plain rude? Then again, with him covered in scars as he was, he wasn't one to judge either. To each their own. But it did make him wonder what a woman like her was doing in a place like this. From her visage she'd be more at home in a gala than a night club. An art show opening than a dive bar. Maybe she was trying to escape her everyday as well. Far be it from him to stop her in their shared endeavor; but then trying to do that, in a place like this, ordering water? Nuh-uh. Not on his watch. "Sorry dear, I can't have someone sittin' next to me tonight drinkin' water. I'll get all self-conscious about my drinking habits, it'll all spiral downhill, I'll end up a sixteen year old girl bent-over in front of the toilet trying to make myself look pretty for prom~ it's not a good scene." ...The fuck? Then again, Japanese, while fluent, was clearly not the Titan's first language either. "So what happened, the antique car show you were at close up early?" That's the spirit, Gavin; make her feel even more out of place. Well, at least he was being jovial about it. It was the subtle wink as he handed her the beverage Naoki had just come back with. Asshole? Absolutely. But at least he was amusing. |
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| Post #4 Dec 31 2013, 11:09 PM | Star |
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Helena smirked. 'Too easy...' This is why she came to bars, to get a drink and not have to pay for it. Even if he technically didn't offer to buy it for her, she wouldn't out right pay for it after drinking it. After all, she requested something that was free the first time. Turning towards the giant, she brought one of her legs up and crossed it over the other. Her gaze finding his before she spoke, "Thank you." Helena looked at the man with interest in her eyes, the way he spoke was outright, well, weird. She could understand his Japanese clearly, but it was a disgrace to the language. Then again he was young and probably--no for sure he wasn't--from Japan. He looked American, or at least was of American decent. She understood the reference to a sixteen year old girl hurled over a toilet seat throwing-up, but how that would even translate to someone like him was beyond her. Either way, she played along. "Hopefully you have someone to hold your hair back then~" She mused. "Also, you may speak to me in whatever language you desire." There was an amused smile crossing her face. "English.--" She'd speak each different language in their respected way. "French. German. Spanish. Portuguese. Chinese. Japanese. I'm well rounded in the language department." The dragon leaned farther off to the side and took the drink that was scooted her way. Humans were easy to impress, normally the language gap drew them in closer, though she doubted that he'd be so easily swayed. There was no surprise to his question, even if it came off a bit rude. Sticks and stones. He wasn't as big as he thought he was, and given the chance she'd show him that. "I'm here looking for unsuspecting men to buy me drinks. Looks like you're my first victim." Such a jester attitude she had, though it was playful. What was funny was that was exactly why she was there. Even if she despised humans, they were fun to toy and play around with. Now that she was 'technically' free, and didn't have to worry about the gauntlets finding their way back to her, she'd not hold back. There was no need to. "Let me guess," She bit softly at her bottom lip, "Bad breakup or you got lost on the way to fight club." She brought the glass up to her lips, that dirty-little smile across her face, and took a drink. Hopefully this one wasn't too sensitive, but something told her she didn't have to worry too much about that. |
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| Post #5 Feb 1 2014, 10:59 PM | Cowboy |
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It's goin' down. {"Always nice to meet a gal with a talented tongue."} He winked back in French. What? It was nice to banter with someone. Take the edge off, have a little fun. Wasn't that the whole point? Besides, it wasn't like he'd attempted flirting at all in the last.... well, not since he'd gotten to the city, really. The few trysts he'd had? Well...he met Kira smashing through the window of a pawn shoppe chasing down a street-level drug-dealer and he'd met Sephyr in prison. Maybe meeting someone in a bar wouldn't be so bad after all; since meeting them at the grocery store was far too cliche, he wouldn't be caught dead in a book store (comic book stores are where it's at, yo!) and he wasn't exactly capable of getting anything done at the local gym, seeing as his facilities needed a little more resistance. Curling cars instead of dumbbells...yeah, that's where it's at. First World Problems. ![]() The smirk on his face was unmistakable. There was something just a little unhinged about this fellow; maybe it was the alcohol. Was it a breakup? No, not exactly. But why tell her that? Besides, a little detail about who he is would be that much more entertaining. He leaned in, dropping his voice a few decibel levels as if what he was saying was a big secret. He was also speaking Spanish. <"You know, I used to run the fight-club around here. Had a good time. Met some good friends there."> Alright, so maybe her tongue-tricks weren't that fancy for him. What line of work would make a man that looked like another simple street-thug / bar-brawler fluent in multiple languages? It just didn't seem to make sense. He continued in English. "You usually take all your looks and talents to shitty night clubs to troll around for free drinks?" Edited by Cowboy, Feb 6 2014, 10:00 AM.
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| Post #6 Feb 4 2014, 09:52 PM | Star |
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Helena chuckled softly, "Oh, my oh my, aren't we the feisty one." Her response in French was followed by a suggestive wink. The dragon cared little about the looks of humans. As her eyes trailed from his own gaze and moved down his hulk like body she saw more then just scars. There were stories, fight and honor in them. To a dragon honor was the way of living. Even if many would say it wasn't honorable for a best two times the size of a full grown elephant to fight a human, it wasn't their fault they were given the advantage to survive. This man, human or not, had honor written across him. It would make her evening along side of him bearable, if not so far as to say... pleasant. His smirk, it caused her lips to curl into a larger smile then before. The comment about getting lost to the fight club was a redirection from her actual guess on what was wrong with him. It seemed she was correct about the breakup. Human men were so easily read. However, it wasn't her problem. The fact he was now single meant more drinks for her, which for all intense and purposes, is why she was there. Reverting back to English, she spoke again. "Mmm, I'll have to check it out one day. I'm a fan of men beating one another silly." It was a sport that Helena could comfortably say she enjoyed. Football, soccer, basketball; not so much. However the excitement of two swell men/women beating one another to a pulp, yeah, Helena found that enjoyable. Not only for the fact that it was enjoyable, but it was nice to see humans fighting amongst themselves from time to time. Helena crossed one leg over the other and took a sip of her drink. Her free hand resting on her bare knee and running her nail across her skin. "Of course. Don't sound so surprised. Ninety percent of women that come to bars do that, and if they say or think otherwise, they're both being fake to everyone and themselves." It wasn't just her looks that were alluring, the way she spoke was both educated and well informed. Her vivid green eyes finding his gaze once more, "My name is Helena Queen. It's a pleasure..?" The dragon's hand extended out for the first time towards him. The scars crossing her wrist would be plainly visible now. A man such as he would see that they were scars from being chained, shackled like a slave. |
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| Post #7 Feb 6 2014, 10:17 AM | Cowboy |
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"Oh, my oh my, aren't we the feisty one." You have no idea. Hmm. She seemed a far cry different from normal club-going women. That or she was playing a line to make it seem like she had a thing for bad boys. Maybe that was just the type of crowd this place attracted. Women that played fast-and-loose with their emotions trying to saddle up with whomever had the most bravado in the room; Men doing their best to act as macho as possible to appear gruff and violent and unstoppable. It was amusing, really; but she didn't seem like part of that crowd, she seemed to be... beyond it. From the outside looking in; as if the things that made men tick amused her. As if she knew the game, knew both sides of it, and just found it fun to watch. Her hand extended in his direction, the lights shimmering down from the dim bar illuminating a series of lacerations and old bruises on her wrist. She didn't much seem the bondage type, but who knew? But the scars seemed old. Healed well over time. Scars with faded discoloration to that extent had been healing for more than thirty years, and Helena seemed no older than that. Was the city throwing him another curve ball? Was she another immortal, or something more? He let his giant mitt out towards hers, giving her a firm shake while being careful not to crush every bone in her hand. She didn't know his name. So either she didn't watch the news, didn't get out much, or was playing coy. Either way, the goal was to come out to a place where no one knew his name. Looks like he'd succeeded. "Is it, though?" He shot another playful wink in her direction. "Gavin Mercer." Well it was better than Nathan Drake. At least this name was his own. Edited by Cowboy, Feb 6 2014, 10:17 AM.
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| Post #8 Feb 7 2014, 02:28 AM | Star |
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Helena chuckled; "It IS a pleasure, Gavin Mercer." Her hand taking his giant one and shaking it firmly. He was strong, and she could tell by how he shook her hand he was holding back not to crush her tiny bones. Gavin seemed like the kind of man she could take her true form to and actually find a challenge. Though, saying 'hey I'm a dragon, we should fight one another some time' seemed wrong for bar talk. On top of that, something about him caused her to want more than just a fight. Was it conversation she craved? At the moment, Helena wasn't quite sure what she wanted out of him, so for now, she'd take whatever he gave her. Dropping his hand and moving it towards her drink she picked it up and took a sip, "So tell me Mr. Mercer, whoever gave you those scars, I hope they came out worse then you." It was a subtle way of asking how he obtained the scars he had. Helena didn't mind answering a question for a question; it wasn't every day that she met someone with these many battle wounds. Honestly, it was attractive. |
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| Post #9 Feb 8 2014, 05:32 PM | Cowboy |
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"These? Well, it's hard to say, really...." Unbuttoning the clasps around his wrists he started rolling up his sleeves. It only got worse the further up he went. It was like a roadmap under the dark arm hair and muscle fibers. The ones that stuck out the most were dark, round circular shaped objects around the size of a dime; which he explained were .45 caliber handgun bullets fired from a meta-gun that had embedded into his flesh. The skin was healing around them, not over them, which made them look as if they belonged there, and he'd never bothered taking them out. He liked the souvenirs. He explained another few gashes across his forearms and neck as part of his time in Osore without going into detail, which she may or may not have known was the prison that housed dangerous criminals and metas. He explained one about when he was struck by a truck, another inside his hand from ripping a post out of the ground; normal superhuman type things that left their mark. Maybe he was bluffing. Maybe it was all a hoax, maybe he was just trying to impress her with fancy stories and they were all some mishandled blemishes from a clumsy life. But maybe not. He shrugged it off, stopping at his elbows and neck; though it was pretty damned evident that, with the amount of scarring he'd had there, there was more underneath. Hints of tattoos escaped from under the sleeve, but the DO NOT GO GENTLE inside his forearm was pretty hard to miss. He took another sip of his drink and turned back to her, a teasing smirk on his face. "So what about you, Miss Queen? Any fun scars besides the ones on your wrists?" |
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| Post #10 Feb 11 2014, 12:16 PM | Star |
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It was like he was telling her his life story, but leaving out the boring stuff like where he grew up and how he got to Niwa. None of that mattered to Helena, growing up, family, education, those were all boring questions and answers. Those were the kind that screamed, take me out to dinner and let me meet your parents. No, questioning someone about their scars, their fight to survive, those were bar talk questions. At least to Helena, these were the kinds of conversations that would keep her coming back for more. Gavin here was a human that could keep Helena's attention without the need to sway her in some other fashion. That was a pleasant treat, seeing as though the only other non-dragon to have done so was an immortal incubus, but he didn't have scars and stories like Gavin had. Helena had a thing for marks on the body, she didn't shy away from her own nor try to hide them. After some time, they began to fade, but other than that she didn't cover them. Her hand reached out towards him and ran her soft, gentle fingers along the gash in his forearm. Personal space was null for a dragon, because let's be honest here, when in true form is their such a thing as personal space? "Hmm." The dragon seemed to ponder for a moment, though when her eyes got a glimpse of the 'DO NOT GO GENTLE', she couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Ironic really, she was so gentle in this form that he'd probably be able to crush her without even thinking about it. Yet, not so much the case in her true form. His question came as no surprise, and she retracted her hand from his arm. Keeping her opposite hand on her drink she nodded her head and responded. "Yes, there are matching ones on my ankles and neck.." Helena tilted her head off to the side and the reminisce of a scar still remained around the bridge of her jawline. "I have a few lashings on my back, but those are saved for later tonight~". She teased. |
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