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Thread: The goth kids

Linn admired herself in the mirror as she finished dressing herself, a few bows and ribbons tied into her hair for fun. She spun herself around having a little bit of fun watching her mini skirt rise up to show herself her black lacy underwear. This was going to be a good night. Next on the agenda... She grabbed her phone and pulled it up ready to text Alex. The message read.. ' Hey! what r the planz 2nite? Cum pick me ! ' She sent another one with the last half of the message cut off to Miyu. She went to her dresser flinging a drawer open, this was probably going to be a little bit of a wait anyway. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes she opened it up and took one out. Lighting it up she inhaled and slowly exhaled a long stream of smoke. Examining the little bit of black lipstick on the butt of the cigarette, she says to herself damn waiting sucks.
Thread: The goth kids

The call on the other line and the text all happened pretty simultaneously and he replied to Miyu with a laugh. I got off work 10 minutes ago, Usual place huh, Want me to swing by and get you after i Call Linn? He asked, Smiling softly. The group had always hung out together and tonight would probably be no different. See ya Miyu. He said softly as he hung up and fired off a quick text to andol. Sorry, was on the phone with Miyu, You busy tonight? The text read. Alex was one of the creative writing geeks, and Txt talk was never present in his messages. He turned the corner to Linn's street just as he got her text, considering she was on his way to the other two anyway. Parking the black sports car in her driveway with the engine running he quickly dialed her as well. This answer your question? He said cheekily.
Thread: The goth kids

Miyu nodded, Yea sure come pick me up whenever. She hanged up the phone and took a deep breath before walking down the stairs and into her bedroom. She looked at the phone again with a new message from Linn I think A-Chan has something in mind, talk to him. She took out her black shirt that covered all of her body and got in the bath. Her decorated body was quite a beautiful site to anyone that liked a dark lady in all their dark glory. Taking a control she turned it on to the music of metallica at full blast. She took a quick bath before dressing up in a very tight corset with a miniskirt boots and socks, all black. Once she was ready she looked herself in the mirror and smirked, Time to get some fun going.
Thread: The goth kids

Andol continuned to sit there as he had personally already gotten dressed... he wasn't as much into being as fancy about it as some of the others where. So a black tee shirt and black pants where usally good egough for him. He looked back at his phone after he could feel it viberating and knew with annoyance that it must be a text message. Andol had never really been into texting all that much, but he liked the fact that Alex at least was nice egough to not talk in that silly text talk. So Andol replied to him in almost the same manner, being that they where both indeed creative geeks...No I am not busy, just playing with Napoleon here. Do you have somthing planned for tonight? He hoped that the other did so he wouldn't have to sit at home all night... not that he didn't love spending alot of time with his pet bird... it was simply that today he wasn't really in the mood for that.
Thread: The goth kids

She picked up the almost immediately That was fast! I'll be right out! she said to him and hung up before he could answer. She crushed out her cigarette and picked up her phone, she noticed there was a message while stuffing her cigarettes into a purse. Linn typed back He's already here! Prolly on our way to you next! She ran out the door heading to the car with a smile on her face. She jumped in the passenger seat and teased God you must have been waiting around the corner for me! I'm not sure if that's creepy or cute.
Thread: The goth kids

Adjusting the Fedora on his head Alex gave Linn A cheeky smile. Purely Circumstance. He smiled, he knew she would have quickly called shotgun, the backseat of his car was well.. Fairly small to say the least. so Off to go get Andol. He remarked. He looked over at her as he shifted into reverse, backing into the street. Hell, if I'm gonna be the taxi service i might need a bigger car. He quipped before with a flick of his wrist, flicking on Rise Against and speeding off into the night towards Andol's house.
Thread: The goth kids

Jason grunted as he leaped backwards, dodging a stab as he brought his blade around, using his own to flick his opponent's blade out of the way, then spear his own towards the fighter's chest, and a cry of surprised burst from their lips as Jason stepped back, noticing on the score board, he had annihilated the opponent. Good game. He said casually, shaking hands with the larger man, then walking off to get a shower and get changed, noticing it quite late at night. As he walked out the private club, he picked up his phone and sent a text to Alex. Yo, wanna come to my place tonight? Parents out for week and left beer and shit. Before locking his phone and jumping into his Audi RS5, suddenly revving the torquey V8 engine and going off down the road, taking it easy as it gave Alex plenty of time to text him, and for him to change plans. On first glance, people wouldn't think Jason really belonged with the goths, but when you really looked, you could see he wasn't more at home with them. His own personal views were that the more popular groups in the world were either total dicks, or just complete and utter freaks, but he found his group of friends to be just fine, and honestly, perfect. Not to mention they had a rather few stunners, and that was going for both sexes. He knew just about every one drunk alcohol, and he knew it would be much more fun with the large amounts of beer, gin, vodka and whiskey that his parents had in the cellar. It would go without saying that Jason's family was rich, as for his 16th birthday, they had bought him a car worth over 50,000, and insurance on it to boot. Then there was the house, which was six bedroomed, five bathroomed, three living roomed, two kitchened, three dinning roomed, one swimming pooled monster of a house, which was rather fun to party in, as shown a few times before.
Thread: The goth kids

Unlike many of his friends, Alex thought alcohol was stupid. But his friends seemed to like it and he wasn't going to argue with them. He sent a round of texts to his friends that they would be Heading to Jason's house. Revving the engine of the sports car again he fired off a text to Jason to ask him to pick up Miyu, In the meantime though he pulled up to Andol's house and honked the horn slowly, He knew it was nnoying, but he didn't feel like using minutes on the cheap ass family plan he was still stuck with to let him know he was here, he really needed to get his own, but he was gonna stick his mom for what money he could.
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She sighed as she finished up preparing herself for a night out with her friends. Grabbing her black purse equipped with a hunting knife inside of it she walked out of the beat up house she was living in. The woman taking care of her started yelling at her to not go out so late at night but she did not cared, that was until she told Miyu that if she left she would not be allowed inside her house again. Shrugging she packed up her stuff and texted Alex, I was just thrown out of my house, can you come pick me up?.
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Jason simply texted back to Alex's request with a Okay. Then turned off down a side road to go to Miyu's house. There in 2. He sent to her, driving past several other run down houses till he came up next to hers, his car putting all the smaller, cheaper ones to shame around him. Miyu, come on, we're off to my house. The lad shouted to her, lowering one of the tinted windows and pressing a button which automatically opened the door for her. Alex is getting every one together, then we're off to mine, the usual stuff. The older teenager said, scratching his head before looking back to the woman shouting at Miyu.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

If there was anything a woman could hate more than bald-faced rudeness, Marlowe couldn't think of it now. Caroline Marlowe , the owner of the saloon wasn't fond of the customers in the bar--rude, mean, and a sense of entitlement made them the top of her blacklist. Not to mention their tendency to break out into random bouts of unnecessary violence. The woman behind the bar was fierce--she looked dangerous and sexy at the same time, though she was hoping she looked a little more dangerous than sexy at the moment. Her long golden hair fell in waves down her back and framed her lovely face. Her body was draped in white and black and she looked just inviting enough to be friendly, but not quite enough to be taken advantage of. Gimme another schweet thang, one of the men slurred. He grabbed one of her server girls and she nearly got out her gun for the way that poor girl was struggling--the fear in her eyes was awful. The regular customers tried to calmly ignore the men making a big fuss of it all, but it was difficult to do with them raising a ruckus. Caroline had had just about enough of this nonsense. Don't you fellas think you've had enough? The edge to her voice was unmistakable, even in a drunken haze. Well, hey now, lady. We're just havin' a goo' time. We're bringin ba usiness. Er, bringing ya business. No need to get all testy, toots. They were really just adding fuel to the fire. I want you fellas to pay off your tab and get out of this bar. I won't sell you another drop of alcohol today, tonight, or even tomorrow. And don't think of coming back here again until you learn some manners. Her voice was level and almost calm, but there was an anger sizzling underneath. Some of the more sober gents who knew her reputation got the hint and left whatever money was in their pocket before stumbling out. Geez, no need to get all angry, Marlowe. Her eyes pierced the remainders that would be causing trouble. She was ready with her guns and she was not afraid to use them. The question was, would she really have to? More than likely, the answer was yes, but there wasn't a person in this bar that wouldn't have been on her side of the argument.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

Yes. There wasn't a person in the bar at that time what would be on her side of the argument...until a peculiar looking male came strolling into the bar, his eyes blinded by the odd shades he wore and his aura seemed to be dull...despite his looks of outlandish gear he wore. He took a seat in the back of the bar and did not order anything, except her pulled out his pistol and began to examine it, ignoring the ruffians inside of the saloon. His gun was as odd as he was...and it brought the attention of a few of the customers inside the saloon to notice. The man never said anything, even as he reached for an empty whiskey shot glass that was on the table and just held it up, asking to be served. By the time one of the bartenders brought some whiskey over to the man, he snatched it from the bartender and began to pour it into the cup...and oddly enough, took out the barrel of his gun and just dropped it in the whiskey before holstering the rest of the gun. Leaning back, he seemed to be relaxed as he waited for the barrel of his gun to be coated in the alcohol it was being drenched and drowned in...also listening to the ruffians finally, wondering whether he should intervene or not. Probably not...It wasn't his business, as they said nothing to him.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

One of the nearby waiters snapped out of the awe he was in of the blatant ignoring of tension. He took the man's order and hurried off to mix the drink. Marlowe never took her eyes off of the hooligans in front of her, though they surely took notice of the man. Ey, how come dis guy gess 'is drinksh an' we godda go? He's a stranger. He's not any of your concern. I said I don't want you boys here. I don't owe you an explanation and I'm definitely not afraid to make you get out of here. That started them off on making trouble for other customers in the background and challenging her authority. Oh yeah? Well we ain't leavin' till we're good an' ready toots. Apparently this one dropped back a few decades after he'd had too much to drink. He stared at her with a smug grin on his face and a laugh that made her want to cut off a certain part of his body. That sense of entitlement was just too much. Alright then. Let's get you ready, she said pulling a pistol up and taking off the safety, aiming directly at the middle of his forehead. I'll count to five.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

The man took interest now, only slightly turning his head to watch the scene go on. When the woman pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the man's head, he only sighed and stood up, walking over to the scene and gently pushing down her revolver. Don't waste ammo on scum. Money's hard to come by these days, and from your watered down drinks, I can only assume you're starving for more money. He turned to the men and frowned, his eyes still hidden behind his glasses. Now I'll have to ask you two to leave before I'm forced to kick you out myself, and steal your money too.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

As the nameless bastard intervened, Marlowe transferred her gaze to him. It looked every bit as pissed and dangerous. It was the equivalent of patronizingly patting her cheek and trying to tell her she was silly. And on top of that he insulted her drinks. The guy had some nerve. You're really an idiot aren't you? she asked, her expression unchanging. If he was trying to win points or free drinks from her, he was going about it in a truly unique way. One that was unwelcome. She could take care of herself. Apparently, the scum she'd been aiming her gun at was unimpressed. He looked over to the newcomer with amusement. Hey now buddy. You don know me. Me an Marlowe was just talkin. I dunno who you think you are, bu' it just ain't considered neighborly to butt in on a conversation like tha'. She wasn' gonna shoot me. I ain' afraid. He laughed and then two of his buddies had their guns drawn and aimed unsteadily at the stranger.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

When the man saw that scum's buddies aim guns at him, he only stared at them silently before putting a hand in his pocket, though he looked like he had no intention of fighting. Hey now, can't we all just get along? I just saved your life here, though I'll gladly take it if you decide to patronize the woman here any longer. So again, I'll ask you to leave before I have the pleasure of throwing you out myself... He then turned his attention to Marlowe again. Then we'll talk about your cheap drinks and how I want an actual unopened bottle, which I'll pay for with what I- He suddenly turned to the thugs, pulling out the revolver he had. It didn't have the barrel in it, but he still used it to pistol whip the 'leader' thug before beginning to take out the other two before they could react...though he didn't kill them. He simply chuckled and wiped his hands on each other, dusting them off before he smiled to the woman and took off his glasses to reveal his yellow-green eyes. Now then...how about a shot on the house? And I mean liquor, not from your gun.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

She was getting more pissed by the second, and the way he looked at her as if he knew her. It was really getting her riled and she was already in a very bad mood. She glared at him as he told her yet again that she had cheap drinks. Marlowe watched as the thug started to interrupt and was then pistol whipped. Her eyebrows shot up and she watched the other two go down. There was a cheer that came up from the crowd and two tall cowboys named Ray and Charles came to cart the unconscious fellas outside and wait for the police. Amused, Caroline Marlowe smirked and leaned against the counter. Sorry, all I have are cheap, watered-down drinks.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

Isn't Ray Charles a pianist . lol Then make it two shots. He said chuckling as he took a seat near the counter. Sorry for the...show, but I was really getting annoyed by those guys. A beautiful lady like yourself shouldn't have to suffer from punks like that. Oh, excuse me. He got up and walked back over to the table he was at before and pulled out the revolver's barrel. Without even drying it, he plopped it into the gun the way it was supposed to be and spun it before holstering it as he returned. Now then...About those goons and my drink...Whats their problem?
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

LOL! Yes, well it is Ray Charles was also a singer. I was wondering if you had caught it. She found it difficult to be mad at a man who was complimenting her, despite his earlier insults. He was joking, and he seemed to be willing to take it back...but he hadn't as of yet. The waiter who'd taken his order before looked at Marlowe helplessly and she rolled her eyes, gesturing for him to straighten up and get back to work. The tension that had been in the bar before was mostly gone now. The patrons were back to being lively, but not too lively. It was difficult to stay mad. Two shots of what? And only one is on the house. Next time take it easy on your negative comments, pal. You have no idea how close to death you really were. She rolled her eyes and then leaned against the counter, tilting her head so that lovely blonde locks fell over her shoulder. What's your name, stranger?
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

lol. I haven't heard any of his music, but I grew up hearing about Ray Charles every now and then, just enough to know who he is and what he did. My name is of no importance, and I'm not going to stick around much longer. Just passing through town, maybe get a bed at a inn if you have one here in this city, then I'll just be on my merry little way. He said as he snatched another bottle from the same waiter when he passed by him. He chuckled. A shot. He began to drink the whole bottle, some of the alcohol trickled down his lips a bit and soon the whole bottle was empty. Damn thats the stuff...Watered down, but still refreshing. He put the bottle on the counter and chuckled as he pulled out some greenback dollars and laid them on the table. Take whatever it is it costed. Doesn't matter to me, dunno what the currency of this place adds up to and all that. He shrugged. Just don't take it all...I need a little left for the inn, assuming I had enough to begin with anyway.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

Marlowe watched him with curiosity, amused at the way he seemed to just brush everything off. When he set the money down she took it all and started counting it out. When he started talking about watered down drinks and downing the whole bottle, she held onto the cash and just gave him a rather pointed look. Wouldn't you know I'm the owner of the inn. It's above the bar. And I think I'll start charging gratuity for all those insults, buddy. You'll be lucky if I let you rent a room with that attitude of yours. Or maybe I'll have to water down something else. It was clear she didn't appreciate his jokes. Much less the implication that she wasn't doing good business. And if you keep saying my stuff is cheap and watered down you can sleep outside, I don't care how much money you have.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

The man only shrugged to her reaction. Well sorry miss. I was just teasing you for a bit there. He shrugged and leaned against the counter, laying his head on his arms as his mystifying eyes looked up into hers as he spoke. I'm really tired for the night, truly I am. I don't care where I sleep, I just want something soft to lay on rather than rocks and being bound in ropes by slavers. He said shrugging. Times're tough aren't they miss? He said chuckling before he closed his eyes and began to slowly drift off to sleep right there.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

She rolled her eyes and took enough to cover the alcohol he'd downed and a room for the night. For pitty's sake. She rolled her eyes and called another more experienced bar tender to keep watch while she got this stranger settled. She came to the other side of the counter and stood before him, golden eyes watching him curiously as he drifted a bit. Come on, stranger. Follow me. With that, she stuffed some money in his hand and led him toward a stairwell that went up to the second floor. Her outfit was more easily seen as she led the way. It was a little risque, but she didn't mind. It was functional and she could move, and if anyone tried to touch her or make a comment without her approval, she'd make them pay dearly. Caroline Marlowe was no pushover, but she had a soft spot for people with no concept of when to quit. It was at times charming, and at other times down right annoying. Alright, I'm really going to need your name, she said, taking the key to his room from a pocket on her coat. She led him to room number five and unlocked the door, handing the key to him as she turned on the lights. It was a small, but cozy room with sturdy and comfortable furniture. A nice quilt was on the bed, and nice curtains that were just dark enough to block out the early sun. A lamp was on a bedside table near a queen sized bed and there was a window seat if he wanted to look outside. A small closet for clothes and belongings, plus a chest at the end of the bed. Attached was a bathroom with a small shower and all the proper amenities. She got some fresh linens out of the bathroom closet for him and set out a glass for his use. There. If you need soap, there are some packaged samples in the shower and a little wrapped bar in the dish there. Breakfast starts at seven tomorrow. If you need anything I'll be in the end room after closing time. Sleep well. With that, Caroline headed for the door, thinking he was quite finished with her.
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

Hold on He called out to her as he managed enough strength to sit up straight. He rubbed his head and grumbled as he told her his name. Name's Darian...pleasure to meet you... He said painfully as he rubbed his head. Miss, do you maybe do neck massages or somethin'? I need something to soothe my neck from a long day's walk in the sun and getting drunk apparently didn't help out too much. He whispered this under his breath 'Despite how watered down the drinks were...' He grumbled a bit and began to massage his own neck with a hand but it showed obviously that it wasn't exactly working for him if he did it. He couldn't quite reach the part on his back where he wanted to massage his neck firmly. Please miss? I'll pay extra. 'Maybe a little more if I get a happy ending...ain't been to Chinatown in a good long while pfft heh...'
Thread: What it takes (Candira and Jugger)

Caroline turned to face him as he practically begged her for a neck massage. So Darian was his name? And did she hear something about watered-down drinks? She raised an eyebrow at his pleading and the willingness to pay extra. She just smirked at his line about happy endings and walked seductively to his side. Well, if you put it that way... And then she punched him in the jaw. Learn some manners first. She glared at him and turned on her heal. Maybe if you're not such a bastard when you wake up I'll consider your massage for quite a large fee. Putting up with your smugness is one of the most unpleasant experiences I've had in my whole life. With that, she hurried out of the room, striding with fierce purpose--to get the hell away from him before she felt the urge to do more than just punch him. Happy Ending, what an asshole. She grumbled to herself as she headed back for the stair case and the bar. It would be closing time soon enough. She'd had enough insults for one day, thank you very much.