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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| The paramedics had come and gone, taking both the young college boy and the old man. Ashton had been questioned about the incident and he attempted to provide as much information as possible, which he hoped wouldn't be a detriment to either of those guys. Then, he tried to go through and collect the guys' personal things from the cars and pile them into a box he had in his car.
Before the tow trucks came, he'd gotten it all into his car. He drove up to the hospital the paramedics had taken them, and dropped the box off at the administrative desk, giving them instructions to give them their belongings on the way out. On Ashton's drive back, he felt shaken. After taking care of everything, he came to the realization he had almost just died. All of today's events had hit him like a ton of bricks. He realized his life didn't really have a purpose. He'd been wasting his time, accomplishing none of his dreams. If he had died then, he would have thrown away all the years his mother had raised him, despite his never having a father, his throwing everything away to try and make it big... Ashton had a knack for the guitar. But he was still an amateur. He had tons of ideas in his head, but he didn't really know how to bring them into form. He needed a drink. So, he parked at the sight of the first bar he could find, and walked in. Hmm, he liked the feel of this Green Dragon. |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica.  Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 94 days Last activity: 94 days |
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| ooc: Sorry about not posting, as I said in the staff forum, I was busy moving this week, and only now got my computers back up. I hope you don't mind me slowing this down. I'll edit this with my post tonight.
ic: George shook his head as the man said they might want to leave him. He knew his back was fine, he wasn't that weak. "I can get out," he said, as he climbed out of the car. His head exploded in pain. The car crash had given him severe whiplash, and he almost fell to the ground. He heard sirens, but paid them no mind, until a paramedic spoke to him, and asked him to sit down. "Sir, are you alright?" the paramedic asked. "Yeah, I think I'm fine, my head's just hurting." "We should probably get you checked out, there's an emergency center less than a mile away." (Last edited by Vulkar on 04-30-07 12:47 PM) |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| Daren looks up as the new guy walks into the bar. "Woah," he says as he takes
a seat at the bar. "You look like shit, if you don't mind my saying. Get you anything?" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| "Yeah, I'll take anything you got that's hard. I just watched my life and others' flash before my eyes."
Ashton put his hand on the back of his neck and slowly rubbed it as he looked around the bar, eying it up. He didn't feel very comfortable. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5074 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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| Violette smiled and poured a glass of Jack Daniels. He looked like he could use it. She set it down before Ashton and winked.
"You were at the accident a few hours ago, hm. This one's on me, you need it sugar." Violette looked at Daren and smiled, she wasn't sure if she could do this or not, but what was he going to do, fire her? And lose a bunch of customers? I think not. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| "I appreciate the courtesy, but I don't need it. I just need something to drink before I get called off to stand behind a counter and make sure everybody gets their coffee and cigarettes ok. I mean, I feel like I'm meant for a lot more. You ever feel that? I feel like Fate has a plan for me, something bigger than the average call, you know?
I'm sorry if I'm talking too much. I guess it's just what happened that's got to me. Well, a toast to the ticker that watches our every hour pass through our hands." Ashton downed the glass in one gulp and put the glass down, looking around. He had some time to kill before work. |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica. Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 94 days Last activity: 94 days |
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| George left the hospital, his head still hurting. They sent him through a variety of tests, but they said he should be fine. He walked over top a pay phone, and put in a few quarters. He then dialed his work's number.
"Hello?" "Hi, it's George." "George, where are you? The manager is acting like he wants to kill someone." "I was in a carcrash," George explained. "Can you put him on?" "Yeah, just a minute..." George tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for his manager to answer. It took a few minutes, but finally he heard the phone being picked up, and his manager spoke. "George, where the hell are you?" "I was in a car crash, I can't work today." He manager cursed. "You know that that'll increase insurance for you, right?" "Lucky I have you to pay that then, isn't it?" His manager cursed again. "Alright, but you're coming in tomorrow. And today still counts as a vacation day!" He heard a click, and the phone went silent. George looked around. Maybe he'd go to the bar, he needed a drink. Not that his headache wasn't bad enough, but he needed something. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| Daren set down the bottle he was just going to pour a drink for Ashton with and
looked around himself as the new guy downed his shot. "Violet, take a turn around the tables would you? See if anyone needs anything and tell Rourke I want to talk to him. Thanks, luv." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5074 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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| Violette smiled. She made a round at the tables, taking orders, and told Rourke to make his way to the boss-man.
"Get goin' sweet cheeks." She playfully slapped Rourke in the ass. Blowing a kiss as he looked back at her. |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5887 days Last activity: 5152 days |
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| Rourke raised his eyebrows as Vio. He shook his head as he made his way over to Daren. " What can I do ya for?" | |||
FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3830 days Last activity: 3725 days |
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| Martin waited in his car until Ashton entered the bar, and began to consider his current options. He could either go home, organize the days observations, then finally get some sleep. Or he could follow the boy, and not sleep. He really needed some rest.
As Martin entered the bar, he checked his piece, a Colt .45 stored securely in a shoulder holster, with a slight movement of his arm. He hated bars. He sat at a table in the corner of the room and casually watched Ashton, waiting for possible service. This kid looked familiar. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| "Yeah, hang on a second," Daren says as he slides a couple schooners of beer
over to a customer. He makes change for the guys order, pockets the tip that he leaves on the bar than turns to look at Rourke. None of the flirtation, no looking him over or anything like that, he just... studied him. "Ok. How would you like the job?" |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5887 days Last activity: 5152 days |
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| "Which job are you referring to?" He made sure to put emphasis on the word job and lick his lipe. "If you're talking about spending everyday here next to you then how can I say no?" | |||
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| "Ok serious time," Daren said to Rourke. "I'm offering you a job in my bar as a
waiter/busboy/cook. The hours suck, the pays not that great but better than minimum wage and you get free drinks and food in your off hours." He took a long drag on his cigarette. "So whadaya say?" |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5887 days Last activity: 5152 days |
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| "I say, yes. Of course. I don't want you to think I'm never serious, but you're giving me blue balls here." He took Daren's cigarette and inhaled deeply. He returned it to his lips and said. "It's almost closing is there anything you need me to do right now?" | |||
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| Daren looks around the bar. "Nothing Major," he says.
"There's only about an hour left of the night. Go home if you want, or do you want something from the kitchen? Either way be back here tomorrow at 12 noon. We open at 10 and go till 2 in the morning, you'll be here 12 to 8." |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5887 days Last activity: 5152 days |
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| Rourke left rather silently. He didn't understand what was wrong with Daren. He hated mixed signals he was glad he found a job, but he didn't understand what he had done wrong. Daren, once flirtatious and outgoing, suddenly had this dark unpredicatable side to him.
Once Rourke reached his home he was welcomed by two police officers. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| Ashton walked out of the bar without a word, the money for the drinks left on the table. He sat for a good while underneath the glow of the streetlight. He hated his life at this moment. His mother was probably living with his big shot brother, thinking Ashton was doing well. Ashton's older brother Simon had done everything right. Simon had gotten promoted during his service in the military, Simon's company was pulling in massive revenues, Simon was in with enough of the right people he could be elected to Congress if he wanted to...
Ashton loved his older brother, but living under his shadow had been suffocating. So he left. And now, he had nothing. He had a dead end job, no friends, no skills, and no one who really loved him. The only people he felt loved him was his family, but he was too proud to crawl back. So he planned to rot in this city. Rot in human disease until the virus of humanity brought him down to the darkest abyss. He'd drink down scotch and welcome it with welcome arms. But at the same time, he felt like he had potential. One day he'd do something really important, something that would do a lot of good. He felt like he was...fated, almost, to accomplish a great deed. But, this manifest destiny of the self could just as easily be a lie he told himself to keep himself from depression. Hell if he could ever really know. The next morning, Ashton awoke hard. Passed out in the front seat, he heard a loud crash as the left back window was smashed in with a wooden bat signed by Barry Bonds. Ashton jumped up to see a disgruntled man in mid years with a look of unbridled fury. "You fucking shit-head!! Get out of there so I can break your pretty little face in!" Ashton recognized the voice of the man whose wife he had slept with. Shit. He kicked open the right passenger seat and began bolting down the sideway. The man ran around the car and blocked his path. Ashton panicked and turned just as the man swung, hitting him square across the back. He winced in pain, but kept running. He lumbered over to the wall of the Green Dragon, just across the street. Shit. Shit. Shit. Ashton clutched his pained chest as the man dropped the bat and ran at him. This dude was going to kill him! |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3830 days Last activity: 3725 days |
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| As the man charged towards the injured boy, the door of a beat up car parked on the street swung open, hitting him in the stomach. As the man attempted to sit up, he found the barrel of a Colt .45 pressed against his face. Martin crouched down close to the assailant.
"Charles, this isn't what we agreed. I told you I'd follow the kid and get evidence." Martin sighed. He hated it when people tried to do his job. Especially when they didn't pay in advance. "Now you're going to go on home, and I'll do my job. You'll get the bill in the mail. Now go." Charles stood, still trying to catch his breath, and paused. Martin raised his eyebrows, and the jealous husband sped off. Martin holstered his weapon and helped Ashton up. "You okay, kid?" |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| Daren watched as Rourke walked out of the bar. The last patrons had left and
Violet sauntered out. He wasn't positive about her but thought she might work out pretty well. He cleaned up, got the bar set up for the next day and crawled upstairs to bed. The next morning he was awoken abruptly by the sound of glass shattering outside. Sitting bolt upright in bed he jumped to his feet and ran downstairs, still dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans. Grabbing a sword off his wall he sprinted downstairs and yanked open the door in time to see a man running down the street away from the bar. Standing near the wall were two other men. One of them being the kid from the previous night. "Bring him in here," he called. "I'll start some coffee and get some ice." |
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