Perdition-Last Chance [Open, but you MUST read the OOC before hopping in]

[Drobabes]

He was a bit surprised to hear that Darla was down here somewhat often. In a way, it bothered him. Perhaps he should have been spending more time down here to make sure she never got wrapped up in that 'chaotic energy's, as she put it.

"Slater do you like the tea."

He nods, giving her a polite smile.

"It is nice. I don't usually drink tea, but it's very calming."

When Miranna went on to mention the widow, he perked up a bit.

"Do you happen to know her husband's name? Or when he served? I might have fought alongside him at one point."

 

[Poprockz]

Darla's grin only grew as she heard what the little nun whispered in her ear, as though she had told her a juicy secret. She liked how flirty the girl was- it was always more fun when the other person was adept at playing the game and dancing that delicate dance. She found that she missed chatting in a lighthearted manner.

The woman took another drink as she listened in on the conversation with Slater. 'Do you like tea' was a pretty safe question, simply a conversation starter. Though, she too was curious about whether Slater knew this widow's husband. It would be interesting to know if something had connected them in the living world. Perhaps that was what had them drawn to each other originally. If that was the case, then she wondered if maybe she had a connection to one of them. It was unlikely, considering that they all seemed so different, but it was an interesting thought.

"Hmm... just a taste? I don't know..." Her red-nailed finger slowly traced around the rim of the drink, making no move to lick the taste of the drink off her lips. Darla simply wanted to tease her, wondering how she would react to such a vague answer.

 

[Shadowlace]

" Really you might know of James Devoureux the Second? The reverend mother was originally from the Liousiana Bayou. Her husband I believe was air cavalry? The ones that secured the area like a beach head?" Miranna said as she looked at Slater. Then thought about it.

" Wait, Mr.Slater what year was the last year you remember?" She asked generally curious. Hers was 2019. That was the last year she was on earth. At least that's the last date she remembered.

Focusing back to Darla she giggled. " Well if you are offering more I might be thirsty enough. I haven't drank something like that is what seems like days!!" Miranna said looking over the woman, blushes and looks to Slater.

 

[JadeKnight]

Jezabel tilted her head a little as she watched the trio at the table. She took a moment to look around the bar once more, noticing the lack of patrons.

"Definitely the bar at the end of the universe and I missed the show."

She lifted her hands up, forming a square with her fingers like a camera. She tilted her head a couple different ways before dropping her hands. She sat there for another moment before pouring another shot.

 

[Drobabes]

"Ah, perhaps not then. I don't believe I met him."

Slater picked up his tea and took a small drink. It was warm and comforting, and helped to ease some of the tension that wanted to sneak back up into his shoulders. He actually had met the man she spoke of, but only very briefly as a passing acquaintance, certainly not enough to really know him. He had told the little white lie to drop that bit of the conversation however, not really feeling as if his brief two years in the war was something worth talking about. He had just gotten a bit carried away by hearing something familiar.

"what year was the last year you remember?"

He sipped his tea again, acting as if he were trying to remember. After a moment of silence he said, "nineteen sixty seven".

He watched the two women being playful with each other, and his own face slowly softened into a relaxed smile. Miranna was pretty cute with the way she was flirting and blushing, and somehow keeping it innocent at the same time. From the way she spoke, though, he doubted she was very innocent in bed.

A drink appeared before him, a warm amber in color, and he went ahead and switched his tea out for it. After all, what else was there to do in a bar but drink?

 

[Poprockz]

At the response she got from the nun, she simply smirked and took another drink. She pushed the drink over toward Miranna and gestured at it, "well then. It's pretty strong, but I know you can handle it." Darla waited to watch the nun take a sip, but before she did, there were several footsteps and a large, meaty hand reached out and took the glass.

"Well lookey who decided to come down to the bar again. You should have taken that freaky tall bitch with you; I would have liked to give her a little something." Standing there at the edge of their table was none other than the man who seemed to have a fixation with being violent, mean, and strangely persistent toward Darla and anyone who caught his eye or ire. He grinned and downed her drink in a couple gulps, tossing it behind him to let it shatter against the floor of the bar near Jezabell. He had two lackeys on either side of him, leering at Darla and Miranna while sneering at Slater every now and then.

"Hm. Tastes like shit. Anyway..." His eyes roamed each of them, pausing on Miranna. "Mm, you're pretty hot. I'd fuck you so hard you'd be calling me daddy by the end of the night, honey."

The other two snickered, one of them piping up, "I bet her ass tastes so fucking good." He grinned and flicked his tongue suggestively at the little nun, his eyes dragging over her face and body.

"Get the fuck out of here," Darla said, glaring at them, "nobody wants you here, so just go away."

"You're breaking my heart, slut. You owe me a blowjob just for having those dick sucking lips of yours. Why else would Perdition give you red lipstick if it didn't want you to wrap that pretty mouth around a big fat dick?" He smirked, adjusting his pants slightly.

 

[JadeKnight]

Jezabel smirked a little as the glass mug shattered just a couple of feet from the stool she sat on. What was a bar without a good bar fight? She slipped off the stool, stopping for a moment to look at her easel. Seeing a few shards of glass punctured the delicate canvas of the blank frame that had been attached to it, she growled softly. She did not like having her supplies damaged in any way.

"Alright...I am the only one who is allowed to do that."

She picked up the bottle of whiskey and poured another shot before downing it. Setting the shot glass down, she picked up her bar stool and lifted it above her head. The clicking of her heels got the attention of one of the lackeys who turned to face her. She gave a sweet smile at his leer, giving him just enough time to realize she was holding a chair above her head.

"No one damages my things."

The stool came down on the lackey's head with a loud 'crack', splintering into several pieces. He wobbled for a moment at the hit before she began to lay into him with the two broken legs going along his arms, sides, and the side of his head. He howled in pain for a moment before she brought the two sticks straight down on the top of his head, knocking him out.

 

[Shadowlace]

Miranna nodded as she understood that this place wouldn't be that coincidental. It was a little sad though that she couldn't bring some sort of closure to the man's eyes. Especially since he had been here so long. She wanted to give the man a nice long hug and just pat his head to comfort him. It was instinctual comforting the hurting. She had done it all her life, be it her words, presence or body she comforted. She refrained as the blonde woman Darla replied and she smiled reaching for...

The Drink was taken form her. It was rude and crass behavior. As she looked up she saw three men the one who took her drink and the insulted her and Darla. On top of that, he seemed to leer at them like fresh meat. Miranna shook her red locks out and quickly clutched her rosary and began the Catholic cross.

" I shall pray for your souls. You stand on the precipice of Heaven and Hell, Paradise, and Damnation. Your words cut into others, seeking to declare malicious intent to fornicate, no rape women, and possibly murder them. Such grievous atrocities her in the safe heaven of Purgatory. I will pray for you and your souls, may God have mercy for you know not what comes for them..Please be merciful" She says before finishing her prayer, oNe hand was on her rosary the other went to rest on the pommel of the sword. The one she had found and sharpened to deal with ones of their ilk beyond the humble walls of the tavern.

When she looked up the new woman had cracked one of the lackeys with a stool. She sighed and looked to the others." I'm gonna have to get bloody, and then clean. Cause this is not being a good guest!" She says drawing her sword her rosary still in her grasp that draped from the grasp of the hilt." I hate getting bloody"

 

[Drobabes]

Slater was enjoying his drink and, for the first time in literal years, some quite pleasent company. The two women relaxed him greatly, despite where he was at. He felt almost...happy.

That was, until that fucking prick came up and threw such disgusting insults at Darla and Miranna that he felt anger, white and hot, roll through him like thunder. Normally under these circumstances he might have turned tail and ran until he get them filing through a door or tight corner, force them to come at him one at a time. However, he saw the fit redhead from the bar approaching with a chair, saw the way the little nun was holding the tilt of her knife, knew his own strength and what he was capable of, and now knew that Darla could defend herself quite well.

He stood up slowly, brought his drink with him, then threw it in the man's face who had so rudely interrupted them, then grabbed him by the back of his neck and brought his face down into the table hard. After that, he trusted the two women at the table to take care of him while he started in on the second lacky, throwing a hard punch and feeling a satisfying crunch as his nose became dislocated.

 

[Poprockz]

Suddenly, the jukebox started playing, "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen.

While Jezabell had beaten one of the lackeys to the point where he was now a twitching pile of bloody bruises on the floor, the main man (who was actually named George if one had asked around), howled as the alcohol stung his eyes and grunted in pain from the slam of his head into the table.

With tears and blood on his face, he reached for the first person to come into his line of sight- Miranna. He didn't notice the sword she was holding, the man only caring that he had been injured and that he was going to make someone here squeal in pain. The little red head would be just perfect; perhaps he could intimidate her to the point that next time he saw her without her friends, she would simply submit to his groping hands and insistent hips.

"C'mere bitch!" He growled, reaching for her hair as though he intended to yank her over the table to him. His eyes were full of hate and pain as they burned into her.

Meanwhile, the man Slater was fighting yelled painfully and cursed, "what the FUCK man?! You're gunna be fuckin' sorry!" With that, he quickly came up from his bent over position and was able to get one good punch to Slater's gut before leaving himself completely exposed for a comeback.

Another patron ran over just for the fuck of it (nothing so exciting having happened for weeks) and jumped on Jezabell's back, trying to choke her from behind.

Darla hopped up onto the table and looked around from her vantage point, trying to see if any more people wanted to rumble. She let out a pained yelp as someone threw a bottle at her, hitting her in the head. Reaching back, she saw blood on her fingers, but it didn't bother her. She had died many times here, and one more time would be a small price to pay for kicking someone's ass. The woman leaped off the table at the guy who had thrown it, knocking him over and punching him in the throat repeatedly. While she was doing this, the man punched her in the stomach, trying to get her off of him.

 

[JadeKnight]

She was about to congratulate herself for a job well done, in her mind at least, when another patron leaped on her back. The artist was caught off guard, stumbling backwards without looking. The broken stool legs fell from her hands as she tried to free herself.

As she gasped for breath, she fell backwards into a table with the patron hitting first. Her legs went up in the air as she ended up on top of the stranger. Trying to free herself, she began to hit her head backwards while using her nails on the guy's face. He finally let go with a cry, his nose broken and red marks down his face. Jezabel huffed as the grabbed the edge of the table, trying to push it. However, the table legs snapped and the patron spilled on the floor.

"I need another drink."

She dusted her bloody white blouse as she turned to move to her bottle of whiskey.

 

[Shadowlace]

" What was it you wanted me to call you?" She days slapping the man on his backside with the flat of her sword. She gave a stern look as she then sliced at the belt which held up this mans' pants. It was minor but knew that it would hamper him.

She then slipped away to aim the sword at another of the goons." If you value your existence stay back!!" She says shifting her stance holding the sword up ready to swing like a baseball bat. She had learned a lot during her time here. Her moves were not sharp and beautiful but were effective.

One of the goons lost his nerve and sulked back into the crowd. Another of the men riled at the chance of a fight just huffed looking into her eyes. The seedy wild-eyed man grunted but held his position.So did she.

 

[Drobabes]

Slater saw that punch coming and tried to ready himself so it didn't drop him. Still-it damn near knocked the wind out of him and he had to back up. Once he got himself put back together, the adrenaline kicking through his veins hard, he saw his opening.

He took a stance, having not had a good bar fight in some number of years but still remember the dance, and he swung hard, aiming to knock the fucker out.

I'm travelling at the speed of light~

The music filling the air changed his mojo a bit, and while the fight had started off in anger and to defend the ladies honor, he soon found a grin lighting up his face as he looked around. Did anyone else want to fight? He was pumped now, not having felt such a rush of adrenaline in too damn long.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla continued punching until the man underneath her was still, getting up and looking around afterwards, panting slightly. Her side was going to be bruised until she healed up during the night, but her adrenaline was still putting it to the back of her mind for now. A man caught her eye, the guy trying to sneak up on slater with a bottle in his hand. Without pause, she ran over and tacked the guy, accidentally knocking Slater over as well as the three tumbled to the floor.

The glass bottle broke, and Darla felt herself roll into some of the shards of glass. Damn it stung, but that could be dealt with later. The woman went onto her back and started kicking the guy with her legs, wanting to at least rough him up to the point that he would decide that the fight wasn't worth his time.

While the lackey near Miranna had fled, George had remained despite his unexpected disrobement, another hesitant lackey frozen in place in a staring contest of sorts with the little nun. George's cock pressed against his boxers, obviously having been hard the moment he saw the two women from across the bar, though Jezabell would have been added to that list had he not been fixated on coming over.

With his pants at his ankles, he wasn't allowed that much movement, but he reached down and took out his severed belt, suddenly throwing it at Miranna and taking the opportunity to lunge at her, seemingly unafraid of the sharp weapon she had in her hand.

No one was making a move toward Jezabell, especially after having watched what she did with the second guy.

 

[JadeKnight]

Jezabel made it to the bar. She took a look between the shot glass and her whiskey bottle for a moment before grabbing the whiskey bottle. Instead of pouring a shot, she simply upended the bottle and took a couple of gulps before putting the bottle back down.

"Ahh..."

She turned in time to see the guy lunge at the nun, blinking a moment. She was too far away to do anything, hoping the nun turned out ok. She had thought of picking the nun as her next 'victim', and she was going to be pissed if the guy messed up that chance. She reached down and retrieved one of the broken stool chunks, moving back towards them slowly.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Riley felt sore as she came to. She sat up, groggy, her long brown hair falling over her eyes before she brushed it behind her ears. She felt th tears still damp on her cheeks, but couldn't remember why she had been crying. She looked around, her green eyes adjusting to the darkness, just before a flash of lightning lit the path between her and the only building with a light on. It looked like it was miles away.

"Where am I?" The girl thought. To her left was the little clutch purse she had taken with her to the party. She grabbed it and panicked seeing her phone was gone. A cold wind blew past her, no....through her. The night air was warm. This was something.....different. Her spine stiffened at the chill before it passed. The light on the building flickered, as if to beckon. Looking back at her purse, and its contents, she found two tabs of acid, her hotel key, and the fake ID she had made using information stolen from her roommate's sister. But the picture was different. It wasn't even her. Riley shook her foggy head and closed her eyes, before opening them again. She was still here, at the edge of the road, a distance from a building she didn't recognize, and unsure how she got here. The picture on the ID now was her own. As she had a thousand times, she vowed to go easier on the drugs, if she only made her way home. She quickly shoved everything back in the clutch, and pulled herself slowly off the ground.

"Unnnnh," she made a low groan. Her body ached. What had she done?

FLASH!!

A man rose above her in an instant, his hand outstretched to her delicate throat. His face was familiar though she could not see its details. She lay on her back beneath him, afraid....terrified.

FLASH!!

She was back on the street. Her head hurt. She took a step toward the light in the distance, as another streak of lightning lit the sky, followed by a deep roll of thunder. She felt alone. Unsafe.

FLASH!!

"You like to tease, bitch?" She felt a slap across her face. The unknown, familiar man struck her. Then he did it again. She felt him fill her up, a pain that satisfied as much as it ached. He was much older.

FLASH!!

She began to cry silently as she walked toward the building. She could tell it was a bar. She just wanted to go home and sleep off whatever bad trip she was having. Each step seemed to keep her in place and she began to walk faster, her heels slowing her a bit. She wished her dress was a bit more modest, a bit longer and less revealing. She wished it wasn't so little and wasn't so black, although she had reason to wear it when she put it on.

FLASH!!

"Tell me your fucking name, little girl!" The man, now behind her, shouted as he arched her back as he nearly tore her hair from her scalp.

"Ri! Riley!!" She squealed.

"How old are you?" He said, tugging her once more, his other hand slapping her side violently.

"Nineteen," she cried. "Nineteen!" She heard the man laugh.

FLASH!!

There was no other memory. Riley paused in the street. She thought hard. What had happened, she wondered to herself. The night brew silent and she heard the sound of a carnival ride in the distance, as if from nowhere. She remembered her childhood, then her grandmother, holding her hand telling her that her father wasn't coming home, that he was a "bad man."

"Remember Riley," the old woman told her for years, "anything you do, you have to pay for a thousand times before heaven lets you in." Lightning filled the sky again. Why had she remembered that? Why now? She shook her head agin trying to clear her mind before speeding up the last fifty yards to the bar. She opened the door and stepped inside. The same chill filled her as before. She felt eyes on her. She felt like prey. She quickly shuffled to the bar and sat alone.

"Do you, have.....a phone?" She asked a man she thought to be a bartender. "I'm not sure where I am."

 

[Drobabes]

General Update

Out Of Character Post

I have done a general update and clarifications to the first post of the ooc, for this thread. It's been needing a bit of an update for a hot minute now, but better late than never.

If any new players could please go to the very first post of the OOC and read the new updates, it would be mucho appreciated. Thank you, carry on, and I wish you fun in your posting

 

[JadeKnight]

Though she was starting to feel the effects of the whiskey, just a little tipsy, it didn't stop her from noticing the newcomer stepping up to the bar. Jezebal tilted her head a little as she studied the young woman for a few moments before giggling.

"I'm not so sure there's a phone in this place to be used. At least not one I've ever seen."

She pulled one of the non-broken seats closer to her original spot, taking a seat and crossing her legs as she studied the younger woman. This was one a looker. She smiled sweetly for a moment.

"I'm not sure, but I called this place the Bar at the End of the Universe. Want a drink?"

She leaned down and picked up her damaged canvas, tsking softly at the damage. Several shards of glass were sticking out of it as odd angles and made it nearly useless.

"Some men can't appreciate fine art."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Yes, I........I would love a drink," Riley said. "And a shot?" Her question belied that she had rarely ordered anything for herself, or anything so strong and direct. The room intimidated her, and so did the woman addressing her. Why had she called it the bar at the end of the universe. Was she missing something in the woman's remark. She needed the drink. She watched the woman focus her attention on something in front of her, something unusual and without context. The woman seemed......perhaps disappointed? Maybe haunted. A low tune began to fill the room, a distant melody, upbeat but creepy and sad. Nobody reacted and it was as if only Riley heard it. She heard the low whistle of a train as if it ran right next to the wall of the building, closing off with a whoosh as the room grew still again.

Some men can't appreciate fine art, the woman said, still entertaining the piece in front of her. Riley looked across the bar and a vodka tonic sat beside a light brown liquid in a shot glass. Her eyes grew wide. The woman had not ordered for her, and she never saw anyone sit the glasses down. Riley closed her eyes and tried to clear her head, telling herself she was just buzzed, perhaps from the cocaine or some acid. She had not seen what she did not just see.

"No, no they don't," she said, agreeing with the woman more to make conversation than knowing why. She downed the shot in front of her, then took the glass in hand and turned to face the woman as she sat in a chair close by. "Can you tell me where the hell we are?"

 

[Drobabes]

Slater had just been getting ready to linger at the guy who had originally started this whole fiasco when he felt a heavy weight tumble into his back and bring him to the floor. The air left his lungs in a sudden whoosh, and his chin scraped the hard floor. He didn't stay there long, picking himself up onto his knees, and then up onto his feet. When he turned around and saw what had happened, and saw Darla underneath one of the things, his body took over his mind.

He rushed the guy, ramming him head first and toppling them both into a roll of throwing fists and elbows, and when it was done, Slater found himself on top with a bloody mess of a man beneath him, too beaten to fight back anymore. Breathing hard, he picked himself up once again and dusted himself off.

He had pieces of glass in his hands and arms, and his clothes where were sporting some bloodstains, but for the most part he was ok. A welcome change from the usual. After he straightened up a bit, he walked over to Darla and checked to see how she was doing.

"Are you ok? You're bleeding..."

He walked behind her and gently touched the spot where the glass had tore through her shirt.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla winced and nodded, imagining that her back and side probably looked a bit messy right then. However, after straightening up, she took a deep breath and started pulling shards of glass out of her side. She wasn't hiding her pain, but she wasn't giving in to it either. The pain was there and as Zhaan said, "to endure pain, you must first acknowledge its existence." The tall woman didn't mince words, so Darla had listened closely when she spoke.

It came to the point where she had all the shards out of her side that she could see (she couldn't tell whether there were tiny pieces in there or whether the cuts themselves hurt). She couldn't reach her back so she looked over her shoulder at Slater and asked, "hey, would you be able to take out the big pieces of glass you see back there? I can't reach it myself. There'll be smaller pieces left in there, but It should be gone after a night or two of sleep and all that."

She put on a an air as though it didn't really bother her, but she knew it was going to be a bitch to sleep through later. Likely the only reason it would take a couple days was because it would take that long for her to actually succumb to sleeplessness after several nights of being kept awake by the glass.

 

[Drobabes]

He watched Darla pick the bigger pieces of glass out of her skin and he couldn't help but wince a little as he watched. It impressed him that she was being so tough about it; not acting as if the pain wasn't effecting her, but not breaking down and crying either. When she asked him if he could get the bigger pieces out of her back, he said "sure", and then made his way over to the bar. He put his hand on the counter, and not a second later a pair of old fashioned doctor tweezers materialized before him. He then made his way back over to their table and pulled out a chair for her.

For a second he stood there a bit awkwardly, looking at the tweezers in his hand. Then he finally spoke up.

"If you want, I can try to dig out the smaller pieces. It probably won't feel very good to have those digging around under your skin for the rest of the day."

 

[JadeKnight]

Jezabel watched the younger woman down her shot before asking where they were. She lowered the torn canvas down on her lap, shaking her head for a moment.

"Sadly, I believe I am lost as you are. I don't think this place is really anywhere that we know. Last think I remember, I was driving home through a downpour on the way home from a night exhibit. Suddenly a pair of bright lights veered into my lane. The world was alight in white and then I foundt myself here."

She reached over and patted Riley's right thigh lightly for a moment. Then she just reached over and grabbed another bottle of whiskey, popping the top off. She refilled the woman's glass for a moment before filling a shot glass for herself. She placed the bottle on the counter before raising her glass.

"To new beginnings beautiful."

She smiled sweetly before downing her fourth shot of the night and ahhed, putting the glass back on the counter.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Nothing the woman said in response to Riley’s question made sense. The woman looked okay, a bit.....off, or perhaps unsettled and sad. But then she would seem perfectly lucid and present. When she touched her bare thigh, Riley felt goosebumps all over. It was unexpected. Her hand felt cold. In an instant the woman filled her shot glass once more and offered a toast.

“To new.......beginnings,” Riley said, her voice halting. She took the shot after the woman beside her and immediately smirked at the burn as the whiskey went down.

“Have you been here long?” She asked as she sat the shot glass back on the bar. “I can’t stay, I just have to call a ride or catch a cab or something.” She looked around the room once more for a phone. For the first time she noticed the unusual crowd. “What is this place?” She asked to herself, so quietly she didn’t think her new companion heard. She also wondered why she did not feel safe.

FLASH!!

The unseen yet familiar man was again above her, between her legs. She was in pain all over. She heard another man’s voice, his laughter.

“She’s always deserved it!” The new voice said. “Another thousand....she doesn’t have to leave this room again.”

“Yeah?” The first man asked as he plowed away at her little body. “You hear that baby?” His hand went around her throat.

FLASH!!

Yet another shot appeared when Riley opened her eyes. The woman hadn’t poured it. And yet Riley felt such fear for reasons she did not understand that she couldn’t take it fast enough. Her spine stiffened and she turned to the woman again.

“I asked where we are.”

 

[Poprockz]

Darla listened to Slater's suggestion, wondering if she should let the man try to get the little ones out. It wasn't as though he had any ulterior motives to helping her out like that, so she was inclined to trust him with the task since he had offered.

"Alright. If you want to do that for me, I would be grateful. Just lift up my shirt a bit if you need to." She trusted him to keep himself respectful; if not, she definitely had the ability to punish him for taking advantage. She moved over and sat in the chair backwards, leaning forward and hugging the backrest with her legs on either side. Reaching back, she gathered her blonde hair and pulled it over the front of her shoulder so it wouldn't interfere.

"So... I don't think I've ever seen you down here before. Do you mostly stay in your room? You said you were last in the real world in sixty seven right? You missed some interesting things. For example, instead of porn mags, they have porn videos. Like if you were actually watching two people going at it. Perdition was actually kind enough to give me a computer with random access to porn sites if you ever wanted to see." She chuckled, finding it a bit funny. The computer worked well, but it really only let her access word documents, surf one or two porn sites, and access one or two other useless things. Obviously email didn't work, nor any other method of communication including commenting on things.