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Post by Red Echo on Oct 19, 2010 21:02:45 GMT -5
"Now Playing!: Massive/Awesome Cold Dead Hands Mad Gear
Short shorts MANDATORY!"
[Fuck You House is a small barn-style punk club on the borders of Zone 2. By the way. Have fun here, relax, have a beer or two. Feed on the frequencies, yo, and have a shiny time, party like it's 2009~]
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Post by Red Echo on Oct 20, 2010 11:26:34 GMT -5
At exactly 8:30, the doors to the Fuck You House was thrown open, and a small mob of people fought to enter the small club. Red Echo took a step forward, watching the chaos. He didn't want to try and get in just yet - he already had more bruises than he can count and really didn't want another one.
As a few moments passed and the rest of the rogues and slam-crashers filed into the barn, Red Echo finally stepped into the room. It had that old, dusty milkshake smell that he had grown to love in his stay in Zone 2. As the first band on the line-up, Massive/Awesome, took to the stage, he wandered over to the bar to see if he could find something shiny to drink.
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Post by Ammunition Doll on Oct 20, 2010 16:06:05 GMT -5
Crushed in the throng of the crowd, Ammunition Doll slipped past several people. They weren't important. What was important was that she got to the slam-dealer. She didn't mean to appear needy or desperate as she made her way to him. She could have been slower. But she needed a slam. After all, withdrawals were a bitch. After the transaction was made, she slipped towards the bar. She needed something milkshake to wash it down. She wasn't a slam chaser. She was just sick. She needed her medication. She glanced around, giving a standard nod to the others who sat around her. She looked forward, towards the bartender before realizing that she had a problem. How do you drink through a gasmask?
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Post by Red Echo on Oct 20, 2010 16:27:20 GMT -5
Red Echo squirmed in his short shorts. Fucking hell, this shit... he sighed. He was feeling juicy and was looking for someone to share the soundwaves with.
But first he had to get glossed out, that's the first thing he did at a sex party like this.
"Diesel. Straight. No ice," he said, nodding to the bartender. As the bartender prepared his order, he looked down the row of seats, glancing at a girl in a gas mask. Well, that was pretty shiny.
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Tainted Timebomb
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Baby, I'm a balistic missionary, come test me, we'll see who's really fireproof
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Post by Tainted Timebomb on Oct 20, 2010 18:11:01 GMT -5
Tainted was in one of those moods, it was written all over her face in the form of a "fuck off" scowl. Her crystal blue eyes were hidden by her aviators but held little more joy than that of her expression. It was the twentieth of October, and she was pissed and damn well wanted to drink away her displeasure one shot of toxic moonshine at a time. It was as simple as that. And without fail, the mob of sniveling idiots that inhabited Zone 2 just had to get in the way. She didn't come here often, but when she did it was never for the "pleasure", it smelled like Drac. set on fire, the drinks were mediocre and the company wasn’t of much greater quality. She knew she was being a little hard on the place, but she was angry and didn’t give a fuck.
It wasn't often that she drank; believing that one should treat their body well, exactly a year ago today was when her entire world fell apart and not even the devil could stand in between her and that crystal clear poison that she loved so well. It seemed only fitting that as she felt like a pile of shit, that she should douse it with some heavy hitting alcohol and call it even. She was wearing what she wore pretty much every day, other than those where she stayed in her “shop” when she found it far more comfortable to toss a multipurpose light cloth over her body and call it a sarong. White tribal designed knee high converse boots laced with black electrical wire were bound to her feet. Slipped in the left boot was her Kabar, Charlie, reclining comfortably awaiting the moment where he would be needed, which would no doubt come with her attitude being in the state that it was. A pair of dark washed and beet up Underground Soul jeans were shellacked to her well shaped and muscular thighs. Her shirt is long sleeved, red, torn horizontally down the sleeves from an incident with the Draculoids and was held together by strips of electrical tape, God, how she loved electrical tape, made her life so much easier. Encasing her dirty and well used hands were a pair of homemade electrical tape, fingerless, biker gloves, and wrapped around her upper torso was a tight black bulletproof-esque vest/corset. Her locks of blood red were pulled back into twin French braids and a red bandanna adorned her neck where a necklace with a story rested upon her bosom. In a black thigh holster rested her trusty silver Raygun named Bruce, whom she never left anywhere without.
Once she finally pushed her way passed the crowd, she shot a less bitchy look at the barkeep and raised her voice "I'll have five of strongest shit you got." with a raised eyebrow the man went work and Tainted Timebomb glanced around the place, her gaze resting on a chick with a gasmask on, which left her wondering who the girl had to ghost to get her hands on it.
*OOC sorry for it being so long, I tried to cut it down but I'm so use to having a posting count of 400+ words... On a more cheerful note, HURRAH for Killjoy RPing!
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Post by Ammunition Doll on Oct 20, 2010 18:11:38 GMT -5
Ammunition Doll thought for a moment more before finally ordering water with a shot of acid and adrenaline. It would make the meds go down more glass-like. As she waited for the drink, she fiddled with the pills in her hands. The bartender slid her the glass and she took it, taking a cautionary glance around. She saw a fellow and a girl looking at her and waved a bit before turning back to her drink. Now. How to do this.
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Post by smackagony on Oct 20, 2010 19:46:26 GMT -5
Smack stumbled in after the mob and took a seat next to echo. He didn't order a drink; not because he planned to go sober, or because he didn't have any capital on him. That was never a problem; he'd looted enough dracs in the past few days to keep himself glossed-out heavily for at least the rest of the week. He looked over to the girl in the gas mask, taking her protected airway as an invitation to light up a cancer stick.
He didn't enter the bar to get drunk; he needed a safe place to get straightened-out. There were dracs on the hunt tonight, and he couldn't be caught passed out in the desert all on his own.
He looked over at red, his traveling buddy, and wanted to make a comment about how shiny the sounds were, but he had the worst case of dust-mouth that he could remember.
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Post by Red Echo on Oct 20, 2010 20:40:27 GMT -5
"Gimme more THREATS Gimme more VOLTAGE Gimme more SYMPTOMS Gimme more DANGER Gimme more LIVES"
Red Echo devoured the soundwaves, licking his lips and bobbing his head with the violent beats. He grabbed his diesel and threw it to the back of his mouth, letting out a loud hiss as it stabbed its way down his throat.
"God, I love this fuckin' song!" he shouted to no one in particular. He was gone, lost in the frequencies. With a loud whoop, he launched himself from the bar, flailing his limps around and stumbling, twitching with the tunes.
"Dance with me!" he roared, again directing the order to no one.
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Post by smackagony on Oct 20, 2010 20:47:09 GMT -5
Smack slumped down a little bit, watching the other boy dance. He bobbed his head a little bit, and laughed to himself; he was tempted to get himself a glass of gasoline, but held back. He was stuck in the dry purgatory between glossed-out and stone-cold, shaking sober, and didn't want to risk upsetting the balance.
He was more distracted and numbed by the music than intoxicated by it as the other boy looked to be tonight. He tried to focus on his cancer-stick, but his zippo wouldn't light. He couldn't keep his hand steady, holding the stick between his cracked lips and working the lighter with all ten trembling fingers.
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Post by Misfit Banshee on Oct 20, 2010 20:47:43 GMT -5
Misfit Banshee was on the run as she made her way into zone two tired and hungry, She was trying to keep her profile low, but how does one go about it when you have magenta shiny colored hair? Her hazel eyes scanned the area for serveral minutes til she saw a large gathering of people outside a place called The Fuck You House.
As she was shoved through the massive crowd Banshee was hoping to pass as someone other than herself. Glancimg around the area Misfit Banshee hoped that she wouldnt be seen by those that were Dracs.
Walking over towards the bar she didn't order anything to drink just yet as the bartender had asked her for her order, Tapping her fingernais on the counter neverously one would hope she wasnt making a scene as her eyes were advoiding any eye contact.
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Post by smackagony on Oct 20, 2010 20:55:27 GMT -5
Smack noticed the girl come in alone. He abandoned his fight with the cigarette, deciding to blacken his lungs at a later date, and smiled over at the girl. He hadn't seen her before; although it was ahrd to keep track of hair and eye color and even gender, he was good with faces.
"This place is safe." he slurred, noticing how uneasy she looked, "The dracs don't like to come out this far."
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Post by Misfit Banshee on Oct 20, 2010 21:09:33 GMT -5
" Thanka..." Banshee's voice seemed to hold an uneasy tone to it as she eyed the guy who stood next to her. " I think...umm would you like to tell me about this place . I am new. I was forced out of my home...."Her voice was now more quiet than ever and she wished that she was home but that could never be expected to happen now not when her parents wanted to brainwash her.
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Post by smackagony on Oct 20, 2010 21:15:36 GMT -5
"Its a... uh... a bar." He said, pointing out the obvious, "more of a safe house, though. The dracs havn't bothered with it yet; I'm not sure if it's a 'don't know' or a 'don't care' thing. Most of us here are the real young, low-profile motorbabies, nobody too infamous." He fiddled with his cigarette with one hand, and offered the other for a handshake.
"Name's Smack." He smiled, "and you?"
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Post by Misfit Banshee on Oct 20, 2010 21:26:40 GMT -5
" Banshee." She offered her hand towards to him to take and then shook hie. " Who knows about the Dracs for all I care about is staying away from Battery City from now on. I would stay out here in the zones til I can get my real life back." Banshee bit her bottom lip in thought just then and realized that she hungry and thristy. " Might I ask what I should get to drink and eat around here?"
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Post by smackagony on Oct 20, 2010 21:36:00 GMT -5
"Deisal or Gasoline if you're looking to get glossed-over." he suggested, "not much here other than that. Sometimes they have bread but i'm pretty sure we've all been living off of dust for the past few days."
He didn't bother telling her that her real life was over; she looked fairly new and it wouldn't be fair to scare her like that.
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