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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 26, 2012 23:18:44 GMT -5
It was a little past eight o'clock when Criss had came walking down the street toward the bar. She was forced to park a block away thanks to the traffic build up six blocks away. Her day started off rotten, being informed she was failing three of her classes due to absences and losing her father a week ago...could do an awful lot to a person. Then there was the worst part, today had happened to be her 21st.
This very bar, was where she'd spent much of her childhood with her father since the divorce, which said pretty much alot.
The woman sauntered on in through the entry and lowered her hood, shrugging the rain off of her. She'd pulled her sling backpack from off her back and tossed it at the nearby table she's normally sat at.
"Horace, can you get me a shot of Jack?" she asked, seating herself at the table, removing her headphones from her ears.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 27, 2012 0:42:30 GMT -5
Samuel looked up slightly from his drink, seeing the brunette take a seat near him. She asked for what he was having, and he smirked. She soon changed her drink order, and he figure that was the for the best. Unless she wanted to grow a set of balls and grow some hair on them too.
He took a deep breath of smoke and slammed back another shot of his whiskey of choice before letting the smoke back out into the air. He looked at the young woman next to him and looked at her bottle of choice.
“One of those days?” He said as he slugged back another shot that seemed to magically appear in front of him. When it was gone, a beer was now in place. He twisted the cap off and took a quick swig of what now tasted like water.
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Post by Caliber on Jan 27, 2012 0:59:52 GMT -5
Before Keira could put back another shot, the large man that she had referenced a moment ago spoke up. Keira grinned at the man's assertion, which was quite the understatement.
"Definitely," she told the man. "Got fired."
Keira swirled the alcohol around in her shot glass for a moment, contemplating whether or not to take another shot. She was never a super heavy weight or anything, though she didn't care much at the moment. She set the glass down.
"Long story short, my boss grabbed my ass, and now he's missing a few teeth," she spat, irritated at the thought. "Bastard had it coming, though. Wishing I had gotten a third punch in."
Keira picked up her glass again, brought it to her lips, and sucked down the alcohol.
"Mother-f*cker fired me on the spot, and threatened to call the cops. The guy's a prude, and nobody believed that he did what he did," Keira groaned, realizing that she was probably giving more than the man was interested in, and that hadn't even introduced herself.
"I'm Keira, by the way," she told him, staring at her glass. "What brings you here?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 27, 2012 1:08:17 GMT -5
The woman groaned when she'd realized the drink never made it to her table. Her voice was a little hoarse from the cold she had, probably didn't even hear her. She'd gotten up and walked on over to the bar where a massive man and some brown haired woman sat, breaking the ice.
She'd squoze herself in between the two to get Horace's attention.
"Hey, did you hear me? Shot of Jack," she said, irritated. The bartender glanced over at her and scratched at the back of his head.
"Ah, sorry Criss, didn't hear ya. Should prolly turn the tv off...just a buncha news casts on, nothing anyone here really wants to hear right now," he told her, turning it off. "Give me a second, I'll have yer drink fer ya," he assured her.
Criss nodded and removed herself from between the couple. "Sorry about that," she apologized to them.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 27, 2012 1:24:59 GMT -5
Samuel almost laughed at her story, just as she mentioned punching her former boss out. Good on her. He was a big advocate of using violence to solve a lot of problems. And it always made him smile a little when someone used the same philosophy.
“Good for you. You let someone do it once, their never going to stop.” He said. She introduced herself, and Samuel reached his hand out for a shake.
“Samuel. I’m… Kind of part of the furniture around here.” He said. He moved his arm back when someone else entered the space between the two, talking about not getting her drink. He raised an eyebrow and didn’t talk about how rude it was.
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Post by Caliber on Jan 27, 2012 1:30:19 GMT -5
Keira shook Samuel's hand as he introduced himself. He seemed to agree with her course of action, and Keira was glad to hear it.
"Glad someone agrees," she told him.
A woman who had entered the bar several minutes ago, and had not received service yet, walked up to the bar in the space between Keira and Samuel. She let the bartender know that she was still waiting for her drink. After the short conversation with the bar tender, the woman apologized for standing in the way. Before the women walked off, Keira spoke up.
"You here alone?" she asked the girl. "Might as well sit down. Nobody comes to a place like this at this time of night alone unless they've got a reason. That's something we all have in common, at least."
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 27, 2012 1:35:06 GMT -5
Criss looked at the two and then at the woman who'd offered her to join them. She was right, she did have problems but she was a quiet sort, not in the mood to talk about much. Of course she had been pretty damn rude by interrupting them to get a drink.
"Yeah, I'm on my own," she responded before glancing back at her bag and books. "I guess I could use some company," she muttered before going on to grab her things. She had homework, but at this point, she really didn't give a rat's ass.
"Heard your story, by the way. Woulda gutted the mother f*cker," she told them, wandering back over.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 27, 2012 1:49:53 GMT -5
Samuel greeted the new addition with a nod, taking another puff of his cigarette before grinding it out in the ash tray and grabbing a new one. He tossed the pack over to offer one to either of the ladies before he took another swig of his beer. He looked back as he heard a thud on the window, watching a man start stumbling and sliding along the window.
“Looks like a hopper, Horace.” He said with a smirk. Horace sighed. People who were already drunk coming in ****ed him off. The figure bounced back toward the street and stumbled around a bit, and Horace smirked. The guy looked too drunk to even find the door.
“So what job did you quit?” He asked Keira when he turned back to the pair.
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Post by Caliber on Jan 27, 2012 2:20:43 GMT -5
Keira watched Criss grab her things before returning to the bar. Keira smiled at the comment that she had made.
"Well, that makes two people on my side," Keira chuckled.
Samuel passed a pack of cigarettes, but Keira put her hand up, implying that she wasn't interested. Just as she did so, Sam averted his eyes to the window as something thudded against it. Keira peered over, but couldn't see much. A dark figure leaned against the window for a moment, slid along it, then stumbled off.
Sameual made a joke about it to the bartender, then proceeded to ask what job that Keira had quit. Before Keira could open her mouth to reply, a loud crashing noise came from outside, as though several trash cans were tripped over.
"Wow, that guy must have been f*cked up out of his mind," she grinned nervously, slightly creeped out by the sudden lack of background noise.
Keira gazed around the bar from corner to corner. There were nearly a dozen people scattered around-- several at the pool table, a few at tables, some standing around. Nobody seemed to take notice of the man who had passed by the window, or of the crashing noise. Keira put it out of her mind.
"I was a cashier at the new grocery store by the warehouses. Minimum wage."
Keira couldn't seem to avert her eyes from the large glass pane window at the front of the bar. Inside was alive and fairly busy, but it was eerily quiet outside, aside from the rain. Abruptly, a bolt of lightning flashed, following almost immediately by booming thunder. With the extra light added from the lightning bolt, the front of the bar was briefly illuminated more intensely. The window that the dark figure had brushed against seemed to have a dark smear across it-- oil, mud, maybe blood, or even feces.
"That guy smeared some sh*t on your window, Horace," she told him, her eyes still fixed on it.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 27, 2012 2:28:51 GMT -5
Criss had glanced over at the window when her drink finally arrived. She'd clenched her fingers around the glass when the brunette had mentioned the drunk bum had smeared something over the window. Looking at it, she'd snorted at the woman's assumption.
"Horace, I wouldn't take that sh*t if I were you," she told him, downing the shot. It burned going down her throat and warmed her stomach when it hit.
She'd raised a finger at the waitress nearby, since Horace was obviously frustrated. "So, the grocery store, eh? Just so happens that guy that runs it was stabbed before for sexual harassment. Guess some people don't learn their lesson until you stab harder, twist and then pull. Add a douse of salt while they're at it," she ranted on, recieving another shot.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 27, 2012 2:56:22 GMT -5
“Oh hell no!” Horace almost screamed, reaching under the bar and grabbing the thick wooden bat he kept to control the drunks when they got rowdy. He jogged to the door and opened it up, running out into the rain. The customers could hear him yelling, but couldn’t make out what he said over the roar of rain and the occasional crack of thunder.
“Get him Horace!” Samuel said with a laugh as Horace ran toward the door. He turned back to the girls and listened to their stories.
“Yeesh. Guy ain’t gonna learn until he’s in the ground, is he?” He said as he picked his cigarette back up. With Horace gone, he held up his empty bottle for the waitress to see. He twisted the cap off before she could pull out a bottle opener, and she shrugged and walked away.
“You know for five hundred bucks you could hire someone to kick his ass.” He said with a smirk as he raised the bottle to his mouth. “Course, for something that fun, I’d rather do it myself.” He said.
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Post by Caliber on Jan 28, 2012 14:13:55 GMT -5
Horace perked when everyone told him about whatever was smeared on the window. He grabbed a baseball bat, moved out from behind the counter, and jogged out the front door. The bar was alive now, and everyone was looking around, confused. Samuel called after Horace, and the rest of the customers immediately fixed their eyes on the front door. Things grew quiet for a moment, then voices grew louder and louder as people gave their two cents about what provoked the altercation, or what the outcome would be.
Keira chuckled at Criss' statement. She'd known that the manager had been stabbed before, but nobody ever knew what provoked it. Keira wasn't entirely surprised. Samuel also began saying something to Keira, but she couldn't hear him, partly because the bar was too noisy now, and partly because the nervous feeling in her stomach wouldn't allow her to take her eyes from the front window.
Keira did not answer Samuel, but kept her eyes fixed toward the front of the bar. The rest of the customers quieted down, expecting some sort of noise from outside to confirm what was happening. There was no noise. There was no sound at all. The bar remained quiet for what felt like minutes, expecting either Horace to come back through the door, or for there to be sounds indicating a fight.
Still looking away, Keira began to reach for the bottle of vodka on the bar countertop. Reaching out too far too quickly, her hand knocked into the bottle and sent it over the edge of the other side of the bar. The sound of the glass breaking sent a shiver up her spine. Suddenly, all eyes were fixed on Keira. She stared back into the blank faces, one by one, making them shy away. Everything remined nearly silent as Keira stood up from her seat and began making her way toward the front window.
Keira approached the smeared glass, looking at it more closely. She frowned, realizing what it was. Long drops off blood were now being washed down the window from the rain. Cupping her hands over her eyes, Keira peered out into the darkness, but there was nothing to be seen. Turning to face the rest of the bar, and the blank faces that watched her, Keira spoke up.
"It's blood," she said, her voice nearly cracking.
Almost immediately as she did so, a loud thud on the window behind her sent her stumbling forward. The bar was immediately filled with screaming and shouts. Keira whipped around to see Horace, pressing his contorted face against the window. His expression was filled with pain. A large chunk had been taking out of his neck, and he was bleeding profusely.
"Jesus Christ!" Keira exclaimed, backing up toward where she was sitting before, next to Criss and Samuel.
Horace abruptly dropped out of view from the window pane, leaving an even larger blood smear across the center.
"Jesus Christ..." Keira repeated, whispering this time.
She looked to Criss, then to Samuel, hoping for reassurance or comfort. There was none to be given. Keira perked up once more, realizing something.
"My god, block the door!" she shouted.
Nobody moved. Everything was silent.
"Block the f*cking door!" she shouted once more, even louder.
She looked to Samuel and Criss once again, implying she needed help.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 28, 2012 17:45:00 GMT -5
Criss had jumped when the sihlouette of what could only have been Horace, slammed into the window, scaring the hell out of nearly everyone nearby, including Criss, herself. The young woman immediately darted up from her stool and ran over to the window, her feet slipping on the stale rain water left near the entryway.
"F*cking Christ!" she yelped, placing her hands on the window to try and see the body. It seemed slightly morbid, but considering her recollection of corpses she'd been exposed to thanks to dear old dad, it wasn't as bad as it seemed, to her.
When the woman started demanding that they block the doors and windows, Criss had grabbed onto her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "It's alright, just...calm down. I'll go out there and see what happened, just go call the cops, alright?" she told her, reaching into her hoodie pocket to grab a pocket knife she had. With that, she'd carefully opened the door, leaving the screaming bar residents to panic.
Criss had to admit, she was a little shaken to see a big, baping, hole in the man's neck, apparently there was some wild animal out attacking someone...or something. She'd figure it out and then get back in asap.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 29, 2012 6:29:35 GMT -5
Samuel took another swig from his beer, draining the new one in three slugs. He plopped the bottle back on the bar, ready to order another when he saw Keira get up and go over toward the window. He smirked and turned in his stool.
“Getting a good show?” He said with a smirk, noticing that she didn’t move or react. His brow furrowed as he waited for her to say something. He was about to say something else to her when she turned with shock on her face.
“It’s blood…”
Her words hit most of the people in the bar like a kick in the balls. No one could do anything but sit there and gape at her. Samuel included. When the figure slammed into the window, everyone was quick to freak right the f**k out. Samuel, slow to react in the beginning of his alcohol fueled haze, stood and went to the window to look out next to Criss. She had seemingly tried to calm Keira down, and was now going outside. He had serious reservations about going out there, but the ol’ liquid courage was kicking in. He went from a big guy who was pretty tough to the biggest, baddest, meanest sum b*tch to walk this world. The beer bottle in his hand was suddenly a weapon that would make the second baddest mother in the world cower.
Just sober enough to walk, just drunk enough to actually think what he was thinking was true, he made his way out of the bar and looked down at Horace. Ya, he was dead. Dammit. He liked Horace. Horace didn’t judge. He was a good guy. If you paid your tab, Horace was your best friend until two thirty in the morning.
Hearting some movement from the side, Samuel turned to look in time to see someone stumbling toward him. His mind, weather it was true or not, instantly figured it was the person who had killed Horace. And then he did something he was quite famous for around here. He jumped up and started a fight.
The dull clank as the bottle landed against the man’s skull echoed in Samuel’s ears, and he watched the man pitch back from the impact. Winding his arm back again, showing a surprising amount of coordination, he struck again. And again. And again. Blood sprayed from wounds opening in the attacker. Horace’s blood mixing with its own as it flooded into the streets and started to drain into the gutters. The only thing that stopped Samuel was the bottle finally giving, shattering into several hundred fragments all over the street and sidewalk. The man on the ground was quite dead, bleeding profusely from his misshapen and mangled skull. As Samuel tried to get his bearings back, quite dizzy from the sudden movements, he didn’t notice the other figure coming toward him from behind.
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Post by Caliber on Jan 29, 2012 7:43:00 GMT -5
Keira watched in disbelief as the situation played out, and as Samuel and Criss were so foolishly eager to rush out the front doors. Keira didn't believe it was just a person outside anymore. The three of them could easily handle a person-- but, oh no, it wasn't a mere person who bit the chunk out of Horace's neck. She wasn't sure what, but Keira knew it had to be something much worse.
Keira wanted to stop Samuel and Criss, but they were out the door before she could object. Keira suddenly remembered the existance of her own personal defense weapon, and rushed toward the coat rack by the front doors. She began digging through her coat pocket, and pulled out a very small, low-caliber revolver. It was loaded with five .38 Special rounds-- and only five. Keira never kept any spare ammunition on her, as she never expected to ever have to use the gun. She had a small amount of experience with the gun, and a bit of proper training, but she was certainly nowhere near an expert.
Pointing it forward, Keira poked herself out the front doors of the bar. Samuel had already began assaulting a man, but another seemeed to come out of nowhere, approaching from behind. Several other dark figures appeared out of the darkness, slowly shuffling toward Samuel and Criss.
"What the hell?!" Keira yelled out the door. "There's got to be a dozen of them!"
Expecting everyone to retreat back inside, Keira held the doors open, beckoning.
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