Whereabouts:[Who:: Degenerates and Lowlifes]--{}--[Where:: Nightshade] ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
Damien woke up, rolled out of bed and yawned while scratching the back of his head. Last night was killer. Big party with bright lights, plenty of drinks, and a load of attractive men and women to help him ease through the high of whatever drugs he decided to take at the door from that guy who he was pretty sure was a fairy. A legitimate fairy, with wings and all. Cute, but unwilling it seemed as the drug dealer's bed was empty save for himself and a few single shot bottles of Skyy. A bit disappointing if he was being honest with himself. Now he needed a come back to offset his apparent failure at nabbing a midnight ride. Of course, his mind went to one person in particular who he could always rely on to help him through a tough time. The dark-haired man stretched out a bit before reaching for his phone. Of course, it was halfway across the room. Seven missed calls. Jesus. He usually had a bit more than just seven. Some of his newbies must have scurried off to other plugs. The fox shook his head with a sly smile as he opened his contacts. Seems a bit of business was going to have to mix with his pleasure tonight in order to reel in the fresh catches again.
Hey there Sweetness. You up for a bit of a brawl? Nightshade yeah?
Aaaaand...send. Damien yawned again and put the phone in his pocket, making sure to keep the vibration on rather than set it fully to silent mode. His last mistake according to the previous settings. He got dressed, making sure to put on something a little less goth, and a bit more suited to a rave of sorts. Bright colors, paint splatter, something to look good in blacklight and leave people confused about whether it was just the design on the shirt or actual body fluids of any kind. He also made sure to grab a bit of Skypaint, a few doses of Gorgon's Tears, and a few sample doses of Snow and Echo as well. A full arsenal for peddling his wares tonight should the need arise. Just the designer drugs and nothing mundane for now. He still needed to get into the market and didn't want to seem like the run of the mill type of pusher. After all, he carried the Blackwell name. He should represent right? Adorning his signature gold hoops, and painting his nails a bright shade of blue this time the fox was ready to dive into the underground of Soleil.
Damien grabbed himself an Uber and was dropped off just a few blocks from where he actually needed to go. His tip to the driver was about a quarter of Skypaint. Lucky break that the man who picked him up was actually a repeat customer. Seemed that his karma was turning out to be somewhat good today, and he was feeling pretty excited about it so far. Once he made it to that familiar hole in the wall he slipped the doorman the code, "Elysium, yeah?", and down he went to the sacred hall of underground fighting. His first mission? Find his dearest friend. Then hit the bar, and lastly find the name of a fighter to throw some disposable income at and hope to hit it big on a final bracket.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ [WhenyoulooklongenoughintotheAbyss] [TheAbysslooksbackintoyou] ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Money: $1000 in cash; $7500 stashed away Status: Single ~<3
With a gentle pull she tightened the crimson bow tied to the top of her ponytail nestled on the back of her scalp and knocked twice rapidly along the chalk wall guarding the night club's entrance. This had been a bit of a rumor gliding around Neon, but what was the harm in coming down to check the falsities of it? She could protect herself, as small as she looked - a quick acidic response to being grabbed would teach any villainous presence that. She knocked again and slowly the doorway made itself apparent, shifting back and away. She peered down with a snicker. So it had been true, hn? A secret club hidden in this little supernatural town. Gentle neon lights could be spotted near the end of the long descending stairway, one she took her time walking down. A velvet rope crossed the end of the passageway, a brute looking bouncer crossing his arms and eyeing the slime as she approached. Behind, cheering, booing, laughing, and lively chatter went on at bar tops behind him - the sound of something rattling against a chain link fence not far behind. Her eyes snapped over his shoulder and back up to his sunglassed face with confidence; though deep down she was concerned someone might have told her wrong. Would he turn her away? "Elysium?" She quirked a brow before the man shifted by and gestured for her to move along past him.
"Thank youuuu." She coo'd and made her way past, tucking her fingers in her back pocket to make sure she still had a hold of her ID and cash. There was no sense bringing a debit card. She doubted places like this would want to be tracked on people's bank statements. And if they did, then she'd remember it clearly for next time. A faint buzzing in her other back pocket made her pull her phone, glimpsing at the illuminated screen with a slight snicker. She had almost forgotten Damien had been nearby recently, spreading his... "Items" around town; or at least attempting to. Her coral colored lipstick glittered beneath the vivid colored lighting whilst she took her seat the bar, fingers flying to fire back a reply. Company was always welcome with open arms.
Brawl for who's on top and who's on bottom? You know I'm already here~.
She snapped the popsocket back against the case and slid it back into her pocket, but it wasn't long before she spotted him coming through the doorway - in fact, more than likely 5 or 10 minutes at the most. It was no surprise that he knew about this, more than likely one of his cronies letting him know before he even made his way here to the city. She wiggled her fingers when he did notice her, a wide smile taking over her lips. "Hi to you too~." She practically purred and raveled her arms around his neck. "Feeling ever so lonely on a Tuesday, are we?" She teased, giving him the usual up-and-down glance. "Or were you just hoping to catch a glimpse of me, mon cheri?"
Pain: ⓹ - If you knew her well, it would be noticeable that she is uncomfortable, to anyone else she seems fine. | Mood: feeling pressured | Company: None at the moment | Current Location: the alleyways that would lead to Nightshade | Previous Location: Streets of Downtown
Items at hand:
storage spell in the pleats of her skirt
Fuxiao the jian sword
~{{((-------------------------------))}}~
Lin Jixue had come to have been around for roughly a month. She was keenly aware of her share of health issues. She’d seen her associates having Qi Deviations to varying degrees of magnitude- berserk murderous rage, exploding, turning into the opposite gender or ending up a child being the most common occurrences. It was par for the course since people who practice cultivation magic pretty much use alchemy to make their bodies, well, not mortal, really, with their bodies as the cauldron. The more powerful the practitioner, the worse it usually gets and she knows she has already reached the cap of immortality. Even with that, compared to when she had first ascended, she as well has grown stronger. She could not- should not allow herself to have one. It was like diabetes of magical energy except if diabetes screwed you over exclusively when your blood sugar levels aren’t managed properly and changed the problems they’d caused based on what kinds of sugars were introduced instead of just always having symptoms that could be managed, but much as she may try to prevent it, she was certain it was a good idea to at least seek some insurance should it occur anyway. One could never know these things for certain after all; hence, why she could be found where she was now.
She asked among some old acquaintances and had heard of a fight club. She was fairly certain it was around this area but she had not gone here before, she doesn’t know this part of this city. She moved and walked with the kind of controlled poise that martial artists of the old era when those were used in actual warfare would have, however diminished it may have been with her fashion and height. So even when she walked with uncertainty, her gaze was casually alert… but nobody expects people with that kind of demeanor to ask for help. She would be doing that right about now. She’s been here for fifteen minutes and she can pretty much feel every door and room being crossed by foot. This hurts her head. It would have been great if the doors crossed would have only been one for all these people but no. It’s every establishment connected to this alleyway from the backdoor and maybe a few of the office jobs on the upper floors of downtown and more. Too much. It hurts. Still, she has a reason for coming here, and even with an important factor like that, she’d gone through worse. It’s worth coming here to seek insurance and compared to past experiences she thinks this should be nothing to her.
After having landed for this long, head pounding beneath her default expression of indifference, she turns to someone, anyone, who doesn’t seem like they’re trying to get somewhere. Perhaps because this headache has been pounding beneath her skull has been the way it has been that she does not regulate what she would usually say less crudely ”Young man, would you perhaps know the way to a fight club?”
Things that only matter when in a fight or when casting lots of spells at once
Concentration ( # of things being concentrated on )
(prep/sustain)What boundary am I playing with?(boundary between what/and what?) - effect - duration (finished) - sword used as though it was a supernatural motorcycle/private heli - duration is over
Causes of Pain and appropriate pain modifiers log:
>Cause of Pain - Modifier Added - Stacking if applicable >”Being able to sense all the boundaries is a headache” usual - +1 - x1 >”Being able to sense all the boundaries is a worse headache in a place where I am close to many of them that are all being crossed all at once, especially rooms” - +1 - x4 -------------------------------------- Total: 1
//OOC:
Rhun Tolihzeh
Posted: Mon May 25, 2020 2:58 pm
OoC: -
GENERAL STATS ❅❅❅❅☆═━┈┈━═☆ ⊹⊱⋛⋋ Darragh Craig ☬ 1515 Lumiere Occupation: None Where: Nightshade Dating: Single Status: Healthy, bored. Thoughts: 'She could be useful in making money. Strong or not.' ⋌⋚⊰⊹ ❅❅❅❅☆═━┈┈━═☆
CURRENT EQUIPMENT:
MH: Hidden dagger OH: Hidden dagger Armor: General clothing
230/230 HP
It was a boring day for the nekomata. Especially after spending several days in a row with Adramlech. Sadly it was a fact that this life was not his and they had to step aside for when Solomon wanted to do other things or had to. At least they had time together whenever able however. As often went with Darragh, on a boring day he ended up at Nightshade and drinking, a lot. Since alcohol had no effect on him he could enjoy it like a child would their lemonade or soda. He could have gone to Neon Lights of course to spend more time with the bartender Isa, but he wasn't even sure they would be there today. So his choice had fallen on the fight club. His entering the club was as smooth as always. The people that guarded the entrance knew the feline pretty well by now. At least by looks and how he was a regular, since Darragh never bothered to stop and introduce himself. They also knew him as a patron that spent quite a lot of money there. In drinks and bets, if the fighters appealed to him.
Once he had gotten inside, uttering "Elysium" once more, he noticed some fights were already ongoing. That didn't happen often but it was a welcome surprise. The feline walked to his usual spot while his gaze fell onto the fighting pit that was the highlight of this entire place. There were two men fighting right now and they seemed to exchange quite harsh punches. Especially a particularly mean one caused the feline to smirk a bit as he could imagine the pain they'd be feeling. It would seem the smaller guy was in an advantage right now and Darragh made sure to make a mental note about the young man. After some hours he had made his way back outside for some fresh air while having a smoke. After all the vampire did all in his power to seem like any normal nekomata. Not that he ever killed and he always made sure his 'victims' were safe and sound after he was done. Even leaving them with memories of the great time they spent before he bit them. That was pretty much his modus operandi.
They never remembered the biting, just that they spent a great night with a total stranger and woke up from one wild night, often contributing it to alcohol. Darragh stretched once he was outside before he took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one out before lighting it and putting the pack and lighter away. How much easier this all had become. When he was still only a nekomata, before his job at the tavern, if you wanted to inhale smoke of a substance it was quite a bit more work. Now all he had to do was to whip out a cigarette and that fantastic little sparkbox they called a lighter and it was done. The feline couldn't help but consider this as he took a puff and blew the smoke up in the air while he leaned back against the nearby wall that was right next to the concealed entrance. He only got interrupted from his thought when he heard a voice nearby and his glanced in the direction of the voice. Once more a female asking about the fight club he thought and looked at her, though she didn't look exceptionally tough. This made the second within a month, they really seemed tougher than usual here in Soleil. The feline nodded his head towards the wall nearby. "If you know the club is here you also know how to get in I take it? Or they won't grant you entrance." he said. Usually he was more reserved and less talkative but his time with Adramleche had cheered him up so much he was still in a relatively good mood now.
ON HIS PERSON
House Keys Wallet
HIS ABILITIES
⬤ Entrance: He can entrance his victim to make them easier to drink from and so he can do so without them realizing they were drank from. Essential for Darragh, as he doesn't drain his victims. It is so much easier to have plenty of blood at hand. (Will only be used against players if they agreed before hand) ⬤ Transformation: He can turn into any nocturnal animal. Think Owl, Bat etc. ⬤ Can walk at daytime: Thanks to his demon blood, this vampire's life is not one confined to dark, enclosed buildings and coffins. ⬤ Very fast/High jumps: His feline attributes haven't gotten less once he was bitten, they may even have been enhanced a bit further.
Pain: ⓹ - If you knew her well, it would be apparent that she is uncomfortable, to anyone else she seems fine. | Mood: feeling pressured | Company: a “young man” | Current Location: the alleyways that would lead to Nightshade | Previous Location: Streets of Downtown
Items at hand:
storage spell in the pleats of her skirt
Fuxiao the jian sword because i forgot about this probably has money
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Lin takes the nod for an ‘over here’ gesture. ”Thank you” She says to the young man in a polite but tired tone. She had a feeling, the kind of feeling you have when there’s something wrong but not what is actually wrong. It was never a bad idea to be sure so she felt she ought to ask anyway. ”Knock thrice, pause in between the second and third knocks. 极乐世界, right?” She asks.
It was a good idea to double check. Especially since the chat group full of ageless cultivators all seemed to just choose to speak in Chinese even when speaking of other countries and languages other than the one they used to each other with.. She felt she ought to check since these sorts of things get lost in translation at times.
Things that only matter when in a fight or when casting lots of spells at once
Concentration ( # of things being concentrated on )
(prep/sustain)What boundary am I playing with?(boundary between what/and what?) - effect - duration no ongoing spells
Causes of Pain and appropriate pain modifiers log:
>Cause of Pain - Modifier Added - Stacking if applicable >”Being able to sense all the boundaries is a headache” usual - +1 - x1 >”Being able to sense all the boundaries is a worse headache in a place where I am close to many of them that are all being crossed all at once, especially rooms” - +1 - x4 -------------------------------------- Total: 1
//OOC:
Rhun Tolihzeh
Translation notes: 极乐世界 - Jílè shìjiè - Elysium, but in Chinese
Posted: Wed May 27, 2020 2:56 pm
OoC: Figured you might want to fight so, Darragh will watch you.
MH: Hidden dagger OH: Hidden dagger Armor: General clothing
230/230 HP
"Ye, except for whatever you just said there. The only word they will open the door for is Elysium." he said, since she already knew the rest what harm was there to tell her the actual word? Wherever she came from, it was not an English speaking country that was for sure. Not that any of that mattered to Darragh. And even if it did she was still safe from him personally because he didn't drink from any but males of his preferred age group. She definitely wasn't male. He let her do the routine before following inside with a nod to the same man that let him in earlier that day.
When inside he would just let her find her way though as he ordered another drink and returned to his usual table and seat. He wasn't going to fight after all. He liked to watch people cringe. And he was curious to see how far this woman would get. If she showed enough promise he might even bet on her, depending if he saw promise. From the table area he kept an eye on the other to see if they would indeed sign in as a fighter, after all he wasn't even sure.
ON HIS PERSON
House Keys Wallet
HIS ABILITIES
⬤ Entrance: He can entrance his victim to make them easier to drink from and so he can do so without them realizing they were drank from. Essential for Darragh, as he doesn't drain his victims. It is so much easier to have plenty of blood at hand. (Will only be used against players if they agreed before hand) ⬤ Transformation: He can turn into any nocturnal animal. Think Owl, Bat etc. ⬤ Can walk at daytime: Thanks to his demon blood, this vampire's life is not one confined to dark, enclosed buildings and coffins. ⬤ Very fast/High jumps: His feline attributes haven't gotten less once he was bitten, they may even have been enhanced a bit further.
Pain: ⓹ - If you knew her well, it would be apparent that she is uncomfortable, to anyone else she seems fine. | Mood: feeling pressured | Company: her opponent in the ring | Current Location: in Nightshade, in the ring | Previous Location: Outside
Items at hand:
storage spell in the pleats of her skirt
Fuxiao the jian sword because i forgot about this probably has money
~{{((-------------------------------))}}~
Lin smiles and nods her thanks. ’Okay, so in English.’ She notes to herself before proceeding into the establishment. Knock knock… knock. She could feel herself pass the boundary of the physical establishment as she walked through the entry and down the stairs ”Elysium”... Upon entry, she scans the room and beelines to register. She reads through the waiver. That’s fine, she may feel every room being entered within a stupidly large radius and it might be distracting, but she’s seen pretty much every possible starting move for a fight, mundane or otherwise, and has enough experience to have already thought of at least five answers to each. A headache would probably not be too much of a hindrance- she’s fought under worse conditions and come out on top. She had single-handedly pulled a slightly under1v500 while in the middle of her Heavenly Tribulation during war time. Her time with the hundreds of duels in the Jianghu had probably made her sharper and that incredibly petty and stupid, why do the people I’m in a blanket term with all tend to be immature and petty ageless beings? time when many a few sects tried forcing her into a political conflict she wanted nothing to do with. She probably ought to stop looking down on her opponents. She signs the practiced 32 strokes that comprise her name, the name she has come to be known with as there is no one close enough and old enough to call her by the name her parents gave her in the current era and then prints out her name in latin alphabet so her name could actually be read..
She hears the announcer call her name, something about her being a new challenger. She walks up to the ring. Her opponent seems slighted on sight of her ‘intimidating’ stature of... 5’1.8” in a button-down blouse and knee-length skirt. She does not seem threatening in the slightest. She gazes back calmly. The fight starts. The defending champion closes in on her, punches her square in the face but from the expression on his face he doesn’t seem to realize her moving her arms in position to grapple his arm until he’s already invested himself in the punch, as she flips him over using the force of his own blow. Throwing him onto his back, she moves in to kick him in the throat. Unfortunate miscalculation on her part as she kicks in a manner one would finish the fight in stiletto heels with; she’s wearing flats and trying to strangle her opponent to death with the heels of a flat shoe will lead to a lot of easily exploitable openings that both she and her opponent probably know of and judging from the expression her opponent had just after that was probably going for. She breaks away quickly. Such a wasted chance for a fast match, now her opponent sees her as something more than a dumb rich girl and will now actually take her seriously.
Things that only matter when in a fight or when casting lots of spells at once
Concentration ( # of things being concentrated on )
(prep/sustain)What boundary am I playing with?(boundary between what/and what?) - effect - duration no ongoing spells
Causes of Pain and appropriate pain modifiers log:
>Cause of Pain - Modifier Added - Stacking if applicable >”Being able to sense all the boundaries is a headache” usual - +1 - x1 >”Being able to sense all the boundaries is a worse headache in a place where I am close to many of them that are all being crossed all at once, especially rooms” - +1 - x4 -------------------------------------- Total: 1
◜⇡The youth is wasted on the young! Lambs》are now on the run searching for ↱ m e a n i n g xxxxxYesturday I saw a lion kissed a dear↺Colorful ⇣ how the world❞ really is and now
xxxxxPursuit of godxxxxxPursuit of vindicationxxxxxI fight the twisted worldxxxxxAlive to tell another storyxxxxxBehold a beginning adventure!xxxxxImaginative stars shiningxxxxxupon us to prove the world something
xxxxxxxxIxd i s c o v e r e dx t h a txm yxc a s t l e sxs t a n d . . . xxxxxxxx▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ xxxxxxxxxxxUpon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand.
A fearless boxer was walking down the dark alley through the hungry crowd with ease. Each step was light yet it caught everyone's attention. His large ego was steaming out from his body into this tight atmosphere. His wrapped bandaged hands tucked in his pockets while his identity was covered by a hoodie that he bought from Dior. Those who caught glimpsed of the young man quickly turned away, his icy gaze was piercing enough to become a sharp reckoning that could make anyone intimidated within sight of him. "Oh, these stray dogs" he chuckled quietly to himself. Some would recognize his features and chanted the famous boxer's name, but everything was zoned in his mind like white noise. It didn't matter to him. There were so many thoughts rushing in his mind that it made his hands sweaty. He wasn't nervous nor wasn't shaking. Basically, he was just reviewing over the techniques he gone over the other day to win cheap change.
The boxer's high was getting to him. The thrill came as a icy shock running down his spine. He skipped the line like a boss and passed through the sliding wall. The neon sign shined the name Nightshade bright and bold. The bouncer in front of him turned and greeted, "Good to see you again Ronin." In response, Ronin took a puff from a burning blunt on his mouth before disrespectfully blowing it out into the bouncer's face. "Elysium" his green eyes leveled with the tall man's glare. The fact that Ronin was a regular and still had to say that same shitty passcode over and over after countless times was truly annoying. At this point, Ronin didn't give two shits so he was prepared to throw down with this man regardless. His fists was aching for bruises earned by victory. Of course the bouncer backed down and let the boxer in without hesitation. He could tell that the bouncer didn't wanna fight with his back slouching in that way. When it comes to the underground, you gotta be dirty. Everything is illegal here.
Once inside, Ronin's ears was pounded with EDM music. The bass would enter from one ear and halts, never coming exiting from the other ear. It was drumming loudly and he couldn't put his thoughts straight. Strobe light come flashing in, blinding him a few times with the colors of red, blue and purple. It was though as if he was at a rave, however this wasn't a rave. It was a underground fight club. With his blunt nearly finished, he spitted it out to floor and stomped on it to extinguish the flames that remained. No one seemed to notice except the girls. They all wanted to get a hit and vibe with him, but he just rejected them.
Ronin already signed up to a fight prior of last night fight he had. First thing he did there was ordering a drink at the bar nearby. He approached the bartender, laying both hands on the counter. "Let me get two shots of Hennessy." He ordered as he reach for his credit card in his wallet. The female bartender nodded and quickly poured down the two shots. Ronin handed his card and left twenty bucks on the table as tip. " Keep my card on tab. I'll be back for more later." He said before downing the shots within seconds. The cold congac traveled through his throat to his stomach so fast he could already feel the hot sensation in his belly. With that done all whats left now is to wait for his name to be called to the battlefield. A blaze of indignation burned furiously in his eyes. He couldn't wait any longer...
「By the time you hear this, oh, I've already self-destructed. . .」 ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
Another day, another dollar. That was the saying, right? A normal work day would've been at Neon Lights, but today was different. An underground fight club apparently paid the club owner a decent amount of money for a few good dancers to perform for mid-fight entertainment. It seemed like a decent gig, so of course Nico wasn't gonna say no. Money was money in her eyes. Her and a few of the other girls piled in a taxi that the manager paid for and all in all, the trip from Neon Lights to Nightshade wasn't too far, surprisingly. It definitely was a sketchy a** area, but it wasn't something that Nico was afraid of. Honestly, she had been in sketchier areas as a teenager, so this was like a walk in the damn park.
Some of the girls toted their large duffle bags that held their outfits for tonight, this raven-haired dancer was already prepared. Her entire outfit was perfect for tonight, along with hair and makeup. The only thing she had on her was a long, black trench coat to somewhat cover her "uniform". Heels clicked against the pavement as the group passed the first bouncer, but stopped in their tracks once they came up to the second. Sapphire orbs scanned the man up and down before she gave up this "secret" little password. " Elysium " Huh. For an underground fight club, you'd think they would change the password each night... apparently not.
Gaining access to the club, their eyes were met with bright neon lights flashing in an excited manner while EDM music blasted in their ears. From this point, the other girls who weren't ready were escorted over to a separate changing room by another bouncer while the others rushed over to the bar. It was almost customary that before heading off on stage, the girls partook in a round of shots just to get "warmed up". Nico wasn't much of a hardcore drinker anymore, but she'd be damned if she didn't take a free ******** shot. As the first round of Tequila shots were passed around, they were swiftly taken down as quickly as they came.
Hearing the other dancers gossip and giggle amongst themselves about if they’d be able to snag a rich fighter for the night, Nico tuned them out. She didn’t care much about bringing men home with her. In fact, she was against it. Ain’t no way she was bringing some strange dickhead over while her kid was home. She was here to get some money, and that was it. The more she got, the more it could be used to spoil little Desi. As she was about to order one more shot, her eyes caught sight of the man next to their group. He looked rather impatient. Almost as if he was itching to do something. While most people would’ve just shrugged it off, Nico was curious. ” Yo, you fightin’ tonight? “ The woman asked before ordering another shot of tequila.
「. . .Never say anything constructive. And all I am, I am, I can f*ck with.」 ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ ✪MOOD: Focusedxxx✪COMPANY: Co-Workersxxx✪OUTFIT: Strapped Upxxx✪OOC:
Luxuriously
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2020 11:37 pm
◜⇡The youth is wasted on the young! Lambs》are now on the run searching for ↱ m e a n i n g xxxxxYesturday I saw a lion kissed a dear↺Colorful ⇣ how the world❞ really is and now
xxxxxPursuit of godxxxxxPursuit of vindicationxxxxxI fight the twisted worldxxxxxAlive to tell another storyxxxxxBehold a beginning adventure!xxxxxImaginative stars shiningxxxxxupon us to prove the world something
xxxxxxxxIxd i s c o v e r e dx t h a txm yxc a s t l e sxs t a n d . . . xxxxxxxx▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ xxxxxxxxxxxUpon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand.
A flash of his old memory hit Ronin with awe. The buzz was slightly overwhelming him from the cognac he had consumed earlier. He was lost in his head recalling the times back at home in the east coast when he first started boxing and Vienna who gave him that very reason to. The figment of it made his emerald eyes feel heavy until he heard a voice nearby. He shook his head, snapping out of it and turned his attention over to the sound only to see a woman next to him. "Yeah, I am." He answered, his sharp eyes naturally locking in with her ocean blue orbs. His gaze slowly traveled from her pink lips to her feet and then back up. She was quite beautiful. Before Ronin could do anything else, a sweet fragrance filled his nose to point that it made it flared outward. Whatever perfume she used today aroused him. The sweet smell of strawberries gave him a tingle. It was a scent so fresh his nose won't forget it. Maybe he could take her home tonight. Ah, we'll see.
Ronin maintained his posture with his back straight and his broad shoulders rested. "New face, eh? Never seen such a fine lady hanging out in this part of the city." He commented with curiosity, "Name is Ronin. I'm a boxer who's tryna get by." He introduced himself while demonstrating his one-two jab combos in front of her. One can hear the whipping noise from each strike he gave; it was fast like lightning. This man was the real deal after all, but Ronin wasn't here to showoff. "You look like a snack. Let me buy you a drink." He played it cool, putting his hands back into his pocket before turning to the female bartender. "Hey boss, let me get two more Hennessy shots and one coke chaser just in case." He ordered. He watch the bartender swiping his credit card which was on tab before she poured the shots down. Once it was finished, she slide the drinks over to his direction in a smooth motion. No drips of alcohol were spilled.
"Here, its on me." He handed her the cognac shot and the chaser if she couldn't handle the aftertaste. "It's something to enjoy on while watching a handsome guy like me in the battle ring. " He winked.
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Oh ho! A fighter, huh? She figured as much based on his appearance, and now with his skills that he demonstrated for her. From the sound of it, it seemed like ol' dude must've been training for years. You can't throw hands like that from day one! Giving a slight smirk, Nico gave him a good look over. Tall, toned muscles, not to mention being easy on the eyes. It would be a shame if he ended up getting a black eye or two tonight. Oh well, only time could tell his fate. " Nico. Definitely have never been here before, but work brought me. Money is money, right? " Honestly, with such a big turn out here, she was hoping to leave here with a big prize afterwards. These guys were already paying money on bets, so why not throw a couple dollar bills her way? She wasn't going to be spinning on a pole and shaking a** for no reason!
When the round of Hennessy shots came by, her bright blue eyes lit up in surprise. What was one more shot, huh? It couldn't hurt especially if it was free. " Oh, what a gentleman~ " Taking her shot glass, she clinked it against his before it with down the hatch. It burned differently than Tequila, but Nico wasn't a p***y b***h! Placing the glass down, she looked over at the chaser with a raised brow. " That for you, baby boy? Can't handle a little bit of Henny? " The dancer teased before she turned her gaze to look for her coworkers. Last time she saw, they were right behind her, but now? They ********' disappeared. To top it all off, the blasting EDM music softened just a bit for the announcer to call out the girls to head on stage. So that's where those bitches left!
Her head turned swiftly over to see the rest of girls strutting their way over towards center stage. The poles had been set up, too! " Oh ******** me...! " They really did just leave her there without saying anything. Time was money! Undoing her long trench coat, Nico finally revealed her "uniform" for the night. Each tight strap and buckle laid nicely against her curves while all the exposed skin was glowing under the colorful neon lights. " Welp, time to clock in! Say, if you win your match, I'll give ya a free dance. Deal? " Leaving the boxer with a little wink, Nico hauled a** to make it on stage. Luckily for her, she made it there in time, but not without flipping off every b***h on there with her. Just out of spite, she'd have to out-perform all of them on there. As their set music began to play through the loud speakers, the dancer started her routine with ease. Being a veteran stripper meant that her pole skills and floorwork looked absolutely effortless. She even made sure to throw a few looks over at baby boy by the bar area.
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▶ ▶Ronin Song
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Ronin's lips slowly formed a small toothless grin after hearing Nico's comment in regards about money is money. "Hmph. I guess you right in some ways. " There were some sense of truth behind it, however the dogma he lived by was grand and pure. They say time is money but really, its not. If someone were ever to go broke, time is all they got. Richness has it vices depending on what the green mula is spend on, but who can judge, right? Not even God himself have such authority. This woman seemed different compared to the other girls he met before. Whether shes in it for the thrill or something genuine, her ocean blue eyes appeared gentle though there was more than what meets the eye.
They both clinked there shot of Henny together, "For the good times!" He cheered, downing the dark cognac right after. A light chuckle escaped his lips when Nico called him a baby boy, denying the chaser he bought for her. "Heh, you're pretty funny ya know." He replied while chugging down the coca cola. He didn't wanna waste it. The duo just met and she's already teasing him. The thought of it formed a smirk on his face. Man, she is something and he liked it. Nico looked confused when she realized her co-workers ditched her to the stage. Ronin would too if he was in her shoes. It was only a matter of seconds when she unzipped her trench coat, taking it off to reveal an arousing outfit. He was caught in surprise when he realize she was a professional pole dancer. "Hmmm..." it purred in his mind. At that moment she was like an eye candy to his sight. She looked so good he could taste it. His pride shattered and he tried to resist, but damn, his emerald green eyes couldn't stop staring at her curvy body. She told him if he won this upcoming fight, she would reward him with a dance. "This big boy is gonna win it no doubt. Bet on me if you wanna make more money. " He replied with confidence while holding up a fist, though a faint blush was apparent on his cheeks. Ronin's face became even more flushed when she winked at him before leaving to the main stage to meet with her co-workers. As she was leaving with her back turned against him, of course Ronin was take this opportunity to checked out her peachie bum. He couldn't tell if her a** was factual or fiction, but the way it bounce man he knew it was firm and not fat. Those who were around also stop and stare at Nico's behind. Instantly, Ronin would shoot an icy glare to each one of the men, indicating them to back the ******** off.
All of sudden the announcer entered the main stage and announced out loud through the microphone, "Attention, attention! Ronin and Joe please come to the battle ring! Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to begin!" The speakers screech loud enough to grab everyone's focus. It was Ronin's cue and so he made his way past the staircase and to the main arena. Across of him was a man named Joe. Ronin gave a good look to and noticed he had pointy ears. He deduced that this tall, built man must be an elf. This would be his first time fighting an elf. The black and white referee appeared in the middle of them, forcing both of them to shake hands before the fight begin. People who recognize Ronin would roar out his name with pride. Ronin was quite famous in the boxing community with a win record of 37-5. Ronin took a fast glimpse over to Nico who was nearby dancing, pointing at her and then back to the elf. He took off his jacket and then his shirt in that order. His body was bare for those to witness his hard earned abs. The referee whistled; the fight has begun.
The elf charged at Ronin with full force, aiming to swing at his pretty face with a haymaker. Ronin bent his knees and dodge under his arm before throwing a cross to the elf's face. The impact of his punches wasn't enough to make the elf daze since the elf was still standing high up. The elf took a step back, throwing a quick jab to Ronin's face once again. In response, Ronin hop backed, pulling both of his bare fist together to form a shield in front of him, but the elf's punch got through hitting Ronin right on his chin. "Tsk. This mother ********> He angrily thought. It was time increase his pace and become more aggressive. He charged at the elf carefully, throwing a left jab. The elf put a guard up to his face on the left side, but little did he knew it was a decoy. Once the elf left his right freely open, Ronin quickly shifted his body to the right, taking a big step inward to throw a massive blow to his kidney. A breath of air escape the elf's mouth before placing both hands on his stomach in pain. From that, Ronin's arrogance made him loosen up his guard a bit. Within seconds little did he know, the elf got up quickly and threw a hook to his face. This time the elf got Ronin on his right eye. Ronin groaned while stumbling back, not realizing he gotten a black eye. Half of his face felt numb already. Despite the injury, Ronin still kept his pace. It was time to finish this up. The elf began rushing towards Ronin's direction thinking he could take him down with this final hit, but Ronin had other plans. As the elf got closer, Ronin stepped in and weave through his combo before pulling back to throw his KO uppercut to the Elf's jaw. This battle resulted the elf to fall back on his stomach asleep. The fight lasted about six minutes straight. "AHHHH!" The crowded roared, " Ronin,Ronin, Ronin!" The stadium was so loud there must be hundreds of people watching. Regardless of this easy win, this fight wasn't about money or fame. He was out there trying to prove himself.
The announcer entered the battle arena once again to held up Ronin's arm up in victory. "We have a winner ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer then pointed his mic towards Ronin, "You have any final words?" Ronin took the mic from the man's hand and took a couple steps to the direction where Nico was dancing at. "Hey baby girl... So about that offer?" His lips stretched, revealing his pristine trademark smile. From her view, she probably noticed his black eye and some blood dripping down his nostrils. The crowd in full attention of the situation Still, hard work pays off right?
