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Post by Lachryma on Mar 3, 2007 23:06:30 GMT -5
Lachryma notices this new arrival and reacts accordingly:
"Hey, thief! No free booze in this place!"
She vaults over the bar and grabs the stranger by his hair.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 3, 2007 23:14:53 GMT -5
Absorbed in his search, the man jumps a couple inches in the air in surprise at the sudden assault. He quickly regains his composure, and smiles disarmingly at his assailant.
"The city is completely overrun by walking dead," he says, still smiling, "And I still can't get a free drink. What exactly am I supposed to pay with? Money isnt worth anything, and I don't think I plan to do Honcho over there any 'favors' if you get my drift."
He holds up a bottle of cheap vodka, and offers to mix a martini.
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 3, 2007 23:19:35 GMT -5
"Give Barkeep an ammo clip or something, ya moron," Specialist suddenly pipes from his table in the far corner. He has somehow managed to avoid attention during the previous scuffle and, as mentioned before, he rarely speaks up before the whole bar, so he draws a couple of surprised looks from the other patrons as well as the newcomer. To these he responds by raising his glass in a devil-may-care toast gesture, then downing another sip of scotch nonchalantly.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 3, 2007 23:27:10 GMT -5
"Barter? We have fallen on hard times..." the newcomer says with a smirk. He digs through his pcokets, and pulls out a celluar phone battery. He makes a show of putting it on the counter, and gently works his hair out of the hands of the vigilante. He hops over the counter, taking the vodka with him, and sits across from the person in the corner.
"Moron eh?" he says nonchalantely.
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 3, 2007 23:33:44 GMT -5
"Nothing personal--it's just that jumping over a bar and making what appears to be an attempted theft in a place where everyone who's anyone wears a gun at their side and is quite willing and capable of using it strikes most people as being a little out in left field, to put it mildly." The entire sentence is said in practically one breath, giving Specialist's new companion no chance of interrupting. Specialist then takes another sip of his scotch and eyes the newcomer, half out of suspicion and half out of curiosity.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 3, 2007 23:38:17 GMT -5
"Well, I'd say that applies to anyone who would throw blind insults at someone in a place where everyone who's anyone wears a gun at their side and is quite willing and capable of using it slightly more than it would to me." The man says, mimicking his aquaintance's speach exactly. With a smile he adds "Nothing personal" and offers the his bottle to his companion.
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 3, 2007 23:45:37 GMT -5
Specialist takes the bottle with a small grin. "Quite true. Then again, I suppose everyone here's a bit crazy anyway." After refilling his glass--he apparently has no qualms about mixing his drinks--he hands the bottle back and takes another sip.
"Speaking of which, where'd you come from? I don't think I've seen you around here before."
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 3, 2007 23:50:16 GMT -5
The man takes a small flask out of his pocket and empties it into the bottle of vodka. After shaking it well, he takes a long pull and makes a sour face.
"Bah, I can't stand this cheap stuff. Anyway, you might say I'm not from around here. It's a bit of a long story, and not one I tell much. How about you? Got a name?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 3, 2007 23:56:03 GMT -5
"I know how those long stories go; I've got one myself. My name..."
His features seem to harden a little, as if reliving a painful memory. They return to normal after a brief instant, but it seems as though the pain is still there beneath the surface.
"My name I left behind me when I crossed the quarantine. Everyone calls me Specialist, though, which is as good a name as any other. How about you--you got anything you go by?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 4, 2007 0:00:50 GMT -5
"I go by a few, but most people call me Priz, for some reason I can't recall," he says, extending his hand across the table, "And those long stories sure are a bitch, arent they? Anyway, what's with that guy in the skirt?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 4, 2007 0:10:19 GMT -5
Lachryma finally wanders away from guarding the bar. She waltzes over to Specialist's table.
"Hello, stranger. Sorry for rough treatment, but act first, questions later, no? So, what brings you to stealing from bar?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 4, 2007 0:17:32 GMT -5
Priz can't help but flash yet another smirk at the girl's accent.
"I was doing it in the hopes you'd come talk to me," he says with a smile and a playful look in his eyes, "And no hard feelings. Vodka?" He offers up his quickly depeleating bottle.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 4, 2007 0:23:40 GMT -5
Lachryma gives him a sidelong glance.
"You come into bar, see me out of entire crowd, and decide to steal to get my attention? Is likely story."
She smiles, then continues.
"Is funny to watch fools. For amusement you provide, I take your drink."
She grabs his vodka bottle and starts walking towards the stairs.
"And I is Lachryma, nice to meet you," she says over her shoulder.
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 4, 2007 0:25:02 GMT -5
Specialist watches the exchange between his two acquaintances impassively.
"To answer your question, Priz, the character in the odd getup is Leon. He's a bit of a character--womanizer, wacko, full-blown basket case--but he has his moments of... well, not exactly lucidity, but I'm just glad he's on our side when I see him get in a fight with a couple of zeds."
He then turns to Lachryma. "So, how's our dear Czarina holding up so far?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 4, 2007 0:29:36 GMT -5
Lachryma waves as she goes up the stairs.
"Just a moment."
You hear the sound of crashing glass outside, then the stench of burning flesh fills the bar.
Lachryma comes back down the stairs without Priz's bottle.
"Is good use for vodka. And I is doing absolutely lovely," she says as she takes a seat.
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