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Post by Dayte on Feb 9, 2004 1:17:09 GMT -5
Dayte walking in side a dingy bar. I wasn't that pack tonight and most of the people were playing in a pool tournament. Dayte sat down one one of the bar stools.
"hey kid, how about a drink on me." a man tall dark skin man with a large hoop earring said. Dayte could smell the alcohol on the mans breath. "no thank you" "Comon cutie, just one drink wont hurt" "no thank you" "Just one little drink and if you do get a bit tipsy I live close by." "I have a better Idea" Dayte than grabbed the man hand.
Possessing a new body Dayte, Dayte scanned through his mind trying to find any variable information. 'mmmm this could be fun'. Dayte body looked like he's been drinking and was just in deep thought and making sure his body was safe he left the bar.
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Strength
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Post by Strength on Feb 9, 2004 1:19:15 GMT -5
"God damn, stupid people ...always the killing." Strength mumbled to her self. "Damn I need a drink." Dave bar was just starting to get packed when she entered. She got a couple stares, though they weren't the kind you get when a really hot chick walks into a room and checked out. Strength was a freak, a mutant. Her muscles made her look like she was on tubs of steroid pill, she was of average size but was always teased that she looked like a sliver back gorilla. Her arms were a bit longer than normal and she had some trouble standing up right due to the size of them. Because of this Strength spent most of her time in the gym working on her lower body to support her upper body.
She found a bar stool to sit on at the end. Sitting next to the open seat was a young man with shoulder length silver hair. He looked harmless enough. Drunk, but harmless.
*Strength sits down and orders the strongest thing on the menu. She takes a glance at the kid next to her... cute.*
.... the kid wasn't moving though. She couldn't see his eyes due to his long bangs. The bartender gave her, her drink. "Drink It mutie and get out." " I like to see you try and kick me out" Obviously the thin bartender had no chance against her so he get glared at he and went to the other end of the bar.
The silvered hair man still hasn't looked up or said a word yet. Making sure he was okay Strength tired to make some some small talk "you okay" and touched the mans shoulder"
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Post by Dayte on Feb 9, 2004 1:20:07 GMT -5
Dayte fell right out of sit. Still posseing the other mans body Dayte had no control over his own body until he left the person he possessed mind, leaving them unconisis for few min tues.
"MUTANT WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!" The Bartender pulled out a shoot gun and pointed at Strength.
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Strength
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Post by Strength on Feb 9, 2004 1:21:07 GMT -5
"Nothing! I just wanted to see if the kid was okay and fell!"
"Yeah right mutie," The bartender had a real bad shoot and missed Strength entirely. Even if the bullet had stuck her it would have done little damage.
The second bullet almost hit the unconisous man on the floor.
"Hey what it! Will yeah!" a third bullet come. "Shit!" Strength picked up the unconscious man of of the floor, shielding him from the onslaught of bullets and rushing him out side the bar and away from the mad man inside.
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Post by Pewter on Feb 9, 2004 18:17:21 GMT -5
"Ah, another nice night for a walk," Felix thought to himself as he trodded down the road. He noticed a small bar a few paces away and decided to check it out. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. One of the windows shattered and there was lots of screaming. Another gunshot was heard along with chantings of "freak" and "mutie".
"Oh, god."
Felix clenched his teeth and fingers as his body took on its stone form. As he drew closer to the chaos, he noticed two men, with another in his arms, fleeing the scene.
Laughing was coming from the crowd, until Pewter came into vision. His powerful stone body awed the crowd, and many cowered in fear. He caught a glimpse of the bartender picking up his gun. The old bigot sent a buckshot Pewter's way, and it reflected off his chest. One of the pellets his a nearby jeerer in the knee.
At that monet, Pewter grabbed a nearby table with one hand and slung it at the barkeep. He ducked just in time for the table to shatter the bottles of ale that lined the wall. Running up to the man, Felix grabbed his shirt and lifted him against the wall.
"Listen, I'm a nice guy. You can believe in what ever biggotted shit you want, but don't let me or ANY of my buddies catch you with THIS again."
He grabbed the shotgun off the floor and smacked the bartender with the bud of the rifle, knocking him out cold.
"He doesn't even know how lucky he is."
The crowd backed away as Pewter left the bar. He noticed the same two men walking down the road.
"Hey! Wait up!"
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Post by Savior on Feb 9, 2004 22:26:44 GMT -5
*to Strength over com link * Hey Strength. I need your help. I'm in the prisoner room. hurry
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Post by Warrior/Myth on Mar 22, 2004 22:45:27 GMT -5
(Warrior walks into the bar and looks around. Nobody gives him a second glance. He makes his way to the counter, and orders a Mike's Hard Lemonade. He sits there, drinking it, watching the tv. He finishes his drink and lays a couple dollars down on the counter and walks out.)
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Post by Myth on Apr 7, 2004 21:10:17 GMT -5
(A man sits at the bar, with an empty beer bottle in front of him. He has a half a bottle in his hand, and he takes a drink from it, and sets it back down. His name is Ryan Kasey. A duffel bag sits on the floor next to his stool. He looks up at the tv, and watches a report related to the mutant homocide the night before. He lifts up his bottle and takes another drink.)
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Post by Hydroa / Deja Vu on Apr 7, 2004 21:29:54 GMT -5
::Hydroa walks into Dave's Bar and looks around. Warrior had sent her there to recruit a man to the mansion. She spots a man sitting at the bar. He has a duffel bag, and he fits the description Warrior had given her. Hydroa walks over to the bar and takes a seat next to him, at first not even speaking. She pretends to be watching the news, but is actually examining the man out of the corner of her eye. He notices after a few mintues, and turns to look at her. ::
Myth:"Look kid, is there something I can help you with?"
::Hydroa raises her eyebrows at him, then smiles.::
Hydroa:"Actually, yes. Ah've been sent to meet you by Jeff Helwig. You may know him as Warrior."
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Post by Myth on Apr 7, 2004 21:32:45 GMT -5
(Ryan stares at her for a moment, then turns back to his drink.)
Ryan: Sorry kid, I don't know any Jeff Helwigs. I think you got the wrong person.
(Ryan takes another drink of his beer.)
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Post by Hydroa / Deja Vu on Apr 7, 2004 21:36:53 GMT -5
::Hydroa frowns a bit, then turns back to him.:: "You're sure? You are "Myth", aren't you?"
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Post by Myth on Apr 7, 2004 21:39:42 GMT -5
(Ryan sets his drink down hard. He doesnt turn to face Hayley at all.)
Ryan: No, my name is Ryan. An existant person. A myth is something that is not real. Something non-existant. So why don't you tell whoever it is that sent you to go read a Superman comic if he wants fiction.
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Post by Hydroa / Deja Vu on Apr 7, 2004 21:44:53 GMT -5
::Hayley rolls her eyes and sighs.:: "Okay then, Ryan, if you don't want to hear my offer, Ah'll juss be leavin'."
::She gets up and starts to walk toward the door.::
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Post by Warrior/Myth on Apr 8, 2004 9:33:54 GMT -5
(Ryan turns around angrily.)
Ryan: Offer? Offer? What kind of offer could you possibly give me? What are you? 15? Maybe 16 years old? Sorry, but I don't make high school appearances, I don't save cats from trees, and I don't work with little girls who think they know more than me. So why don't you just go back to Jim, or whatever his name was, and leave me the hell alone.
(Hayley looks taken aback by Ryan's words, and attempts to defend herself.)
Hayley: Ah'll have you know Ah'm 17 years old!
(Ryan turns back to his drink.)
Ryan: Congratulations. You're almost old enough to smoke. Run along, kid.
(Hayley looks furious. She is about to say something else, but instead turns around and walks out the front door. Ryan takes another drink of his beer, and looks back up at the tv.)
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Post by Warrior/Myth on Apr 8, 2004 10:56:36 GMT -5
(Ryan continues watching the news, which has now progressed to a debate on mutant terrorism. Ryan rolls his eyes, and takes the last gulp of his beer, lays a few bucks down on the counter, nods to the bartender, picks up his duffel bag and heads towards the front door. When he exits, the sun is out, and he, sheilds his eyes for a moment, giving them a chance to adapt to the sudden change of light. He starts walking down the sidewalk, not sure where he's going.)
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