After the Fall (Anime Style Post Apocalyptic RP, Full. Episode Two: Dirge of Peace.)
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The sun slowly rose over the small seaside settlement of Rustdale. The wind had brought in a light rain, and the sky was only getting darker. Many of the workers of the town where getting to work, cutting wood and building shacks. Several fishermen headed down to their boats and retrieved their nets. The town seamed in a rare peace. A bar lit the sign that said "Rusty's bar". Several of the old shacks started to light up with the flames of dim candles, and more of the town was starting to wake.
A giant man draped in a cloak and a large gun oon his back walked into town, a piece of paper in his hands. On the paper it said the fallowing:
A giant man draped in a cloak and a large gun oon his back walked into town, a piece of paper in his hands. On the paper it said the fallowing:
The man shoved the list into his pocket and headed into town, stopping by the bar first to see if he couldn't pick up any names.
Alright, sorry for taking so long, had to eat dinner. And your characters do not have to be in the bar, but they are all in town, besides that, do as you will with what happens.
Mary was sitting by the river admiring the sky and how free it was,she said a prayer for her parents as she sat in peace,she was almost completely anonymous in the town which was the way she liked it.
God I hate bars
Jerimiah walked into Rusty's bar looking around suspicously. He noticed a few people in the corners, the bartender was talking to a not so very lively waitress and the floorboards seemed cracked. The windows barely repaired and there was a limping chandelier hanging slightly from the ceiling. Barely noticable but it drew a man's attention from all the other chaos.
Always so .... loud
The leather combat boots softly padded the floorboards as he walked slowly around, seeping in the surroundings and noticing any sudden movements.
And crowded..
Although uneasy, he finally found some rest as he sat at the bar on a dusty barstool.
Eyes always lingering on you
"Scotch..."
He simply said as he pinned a few dollars onto the table. His hand was ragged and scarred. His face was heavy and a stubble had already slightly formed on his chin.
His eyes told a story of pain and a long trip from hell.
The barkeep nodded to him and gave him a glass of what he had requested.
But atleast you can always expect what you pay for.... a trait not yet lost
Jerimiah took a small sip before looking toward the door, seeing a large man entering.
But yet there are always more flowing in... and the eyes fade from your person onto the next. I guess it's just a generic thing you can't really do anything about
"So, any news?"
He said to the barkeep who looked bored and some conversation can go a long way when you have been alone for a long time and have to cling onto your humanity in a lost world.
Jerimiah walked into Rusty's bar looking around suspicously. He noticed a few people in the corners, the bartender was talking to a not so very lively waitress and the floorboards seemed cracked. The windows barely repaired and there was a limping chandelier hanging slightly from the ceiling. Barely noticable but it drew a man's attention from all the other chaos.
Always so .... loud
The leather combat boots softly padded the floorboards as he walked slowly around, seeping in the surroundings and noticing any sudden movements.
And crowded..
Although uneasy, he finally found some rest as he sat at the bar on a dusty barstool.
Eyes always lingering on you
"Scotch..."
He simply said as he pinned a few dollars onto the table. His hand was ragged and scarred. His face was heavy and a stubble had already slightly formed on his chin.
His eyes told a story of pain and a long trip from hell.
The barkeep nodded to him and gave him a glass of what he had requested.
But atleast you can always expect what you pay for.... a trait not yet lost
Jerimiah took a small sip before looking toward the door, seeing a large man entering.
But yet there are always more flowing in... and the eyes fade from your person onto the next. I guess it's just a generic thing you can't really do anything about
"So, any news?"
He said to the barkeep who looked bored and some conversation can go a long way when you have been alone for a long time and have to cling onto your humanity in a lost world.
That's a shame. Well, let me know if anyone leaves. Might do my bio just in case.CloggedDonkey said:
"Na, nothing new around here. Most I've heard is that some barren off the coast is looking to hire some mercs for a job. He apparently sent in someone to hire a group of them the every settlement around the coast." The bartender responded to the man who asked for any news. The large man with the paper approached the man and the barkeep. "Excuse me, barkeep, do you know any of these people?" He asked as he put the list down on the counter. The barkeep shook his head. "Nope, sorry pall." The bartender turned around and started to clean several of the kegs of beer that where set up behind the counter. "What about you? You know anyone on here?" The large man asked the man at the counter.
Germain walked in through the doors quickly and while trying to avoid unnecessary attention. God I love bars he thought to himself as he worked his way trough the crowd and into a secluded seat in the back near an open window, all the people, and all the talking, you never know when your going to see or hear something useful.
A barmaid came up and asked him for his order, "Whatever's your strongest, my good lady, and just send the bottle and a shot glass" he said with a smile as he took a couple dollars out of his pocket. "And before I forget, for you" he said as he seemingly plucked a large coin out of the air and handed it to her. She laughed and went on her way for his order as he looked around the bar with interest.
A barmaid came up and asked him for his order, "Whatever's your strongest, my good lady, and just send the bottle and a shot glass" he said with a smile as he took a couple dollars out of his pocket. "And before I forget, for you" he said as he seemingly plucked a large coin out of the air and handed it to her. She laughed and went on her way for his order as he looked around the bar with interest.
Lilith glanced over at the men by the bar, sitting alone at her table and sipping on her orange juice. For a moment she had contemplated ordering alcohol, but an old withered sign saying 'No Minors' had put her off, although she wasn't sure if it was sarcastically meant or not.
Either way, the juice was warm and tasted watery, so she kept most of her attention to what was going on in the bar. What did it say on the paper? What if she was going to be hired?
She snorted, Yeah right.
She watched as yet another man she didn't recognize entered, and took a seat in the far end of the room. Busy day, today...
Either way, the juice was warm and tasted watery, so she kept most of her attention to what was going on in the bar. What did it say on the paper? What if she was going to be hired?
She snorted, Yeah right.
She watched as yet another man she didn't recognize entered, and took a seat in the far end of the room. Busy day, today...
Malues was here on a lead. Somone had let slip that the head of a slave ring was somwhere in this town. As he walked in the bar his extravagant clothes attracted some attention. He sat down.
'Can I have some water, please.'
Ugh, alchol. Never understood what people see in it.
The waitress gave him the water.
'Thanks.'
He drank his water and after went up to a seventeen year old girl.
'So, why are you here?'
'Can I have some water, please.'
Ugh, alchol. Never understood what people see in it.
The waitress gave him the water.
'Thanks.'
He drank his water and after went up to a seventeen year old girl.
'So, why are you here?'
Lilith looked up with surprise. A dark haired man in a trenchcoat had approached her, and had now started a conversation just like that, not even introducing himself. What a fucking creep.
"Uh, hello you too." She said nervously. "I'm just passing through, which is exactly what I'm going to do now. Gotta run, bye!"
She drank the remainder of her orange juice, put some coins on the table and hastily walked outside. Well on the street, however, she didn't continue walking. She stopped to greet the large gray haired dog that had been waiting for her just outside the bar.
"I feel much safer now that you're here, big K" She whispered into the animal's ear while stroking his fur, and looking suspciously back towards the bar.
"Uh, hello you too." She said nervously. "I'm just passing through, which is exactly what I'm going to do now. Gotta run, bye!"
She drank the remainder of her orange juice, put some coins on the table and hastily walked outside. Well on the street, however, she didn't continue walking. She stopped to greet the large gray haired dog that had been waiting for her just outside the bar.
"I feel much safer now that you're here, big K" She whispered into the animal's ear while stroking his fur, and looking suspciously back towards the bar.
Erich sat in one of the darker corners of the bar, not watching much, or so it would seem. He sat on his seat idly cleaning his fingernails with his large knife and whisling 'In the Hall of the Mountain King' and seemingly engrossed with the vodka bottle infront of him but watching.
He saw a man walk into Rusty's and sit on a barstool, nothing unusual, then another man came in and exchanged a few words with the bartender and the first man, still not unusual guess they knew eachother, then another came in quickly, that was different but not overly unusual. That was when he saw a young man in very . . . odd clothes some in. He came in, ordered a drink and sat down, but almost strait away drank his drink, stood up and moved towards a young lady no more than seventeen. Erich sat up more attentive and started to hum 'In the Hall of the Mountain King' rather than whistle. The man and the girl exchanged some words and the girl left quickly, Erich was ready to follow if the man did, he hated people who miss treat women.
He saw a man walk into Rusty's and sit on a barstool, nothing unusual, then another man came in and exchanged a few words with the bartender and the first man, still not unusual guess they knew eachother, then another came in quickly, that was different but not overly unusual. That was when he saw a young man in very . . . odd clothes some in. He came in, ordered a drink and sat down, but almost strait away drank his drink, stood up and moved towards a young lady no more than seventeen. Erich sat up more attentive and started to hum 'In the Hall of the Mountain King' rather than whistle. The man and the girl exchanged some words and the girl left quickly, Erich was ready to follow if the man did, he hated people who miss treat women.
Jerimiah looked at the list the man was carrying.
"Why yes, this one right here"
He said, pointing toward Jerimiah Lliam on the list.
"He is sitting there, in the corner"
Jerimiah pointed toward the young man who had walked in, not too long ago.
If he shoots him, I'm getting the hell out of here
"Why yes, this one right here"
He said, pointing toward Jerimiah Lliam on the list.
"He is sitting there, in the corner"
Jerimiah pointed toward the young man who had walked in, not too long ago.
If he shoots him, I'm getting the hell out of here
Now i'm sure of it. She must be a slave-girl. Poor girl probably is scared that her master will beat her if she talks.
He clutched his chest.
GAH! What is this! Somone has done somthing my drink!
He ran outside and shoved his fingers down his mouth making him puke whatever was in the water out.
The bastard who did that is gonna pay!
He clutched his chest.
GAH! What is this! Somone has done somthing my drink!
He ran outside and shoved his fingers down his mouth making him puke whatever was in the water out.
The bastard who did that is gonna pay!
Is it too late to change my appearance a bit? I want it to keep the colours now.
"Thank you sir." The large man put down a few shotgun shells and went to the man in the corner. "Um, excuse me sir, are you Jerimiah Lliam?" He asked the young man to conform his suspicions.
Germain couldn?t help but watch with wonder as a, most likely drunk, man just made the moves on a young girl, if it went too far he might have had to intervene but the girl had the good sense to run and the other man just stood looking dumfounded at what happened and ran out into the alleyway by the bar to puke his guts out.
?Serves you right you perverted bastard? He said to himself as he turned back and found is drink arrived. ?Thank you, just in time too by the looks of it? he said as a man had started to move around the bar waving a list in front of everyone who would look and was pointed to a guy in a far off corner, Germain needed to learn what he was after so he quietly got up from his seat and went up to the bar to where the last man he talked to was "What's that guy after?" He asked indicating the one with the list
?Serves you right you perverted bastard? He said to himself as he turned back and found is drink arrived. ?Thank you, just in time too by the looks of it? he said as a man had started to move around the bar waving a list in front of everyone who would look and was pointed to a guy in a far off corner, Germain needed to learn what he was after so he quietly got up from his seat and went up to the bar to where the last man he talked to was "What's that guy after?" He asked indicating the one with the list
Malues, after a quick break, smashed the bar door open and ran to the barkeep.
'What the fuck did you put in my drink!?'
He grabbed the barkeep and equipped his claw-blade then putting it against his neck.
'I said WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU PUT IN MY DRINK!!??'
'What the fuck did you put in my drink!?'
He grabbed the barkeep and equipped his claw-blade then putting it against his neck.
'I said WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU PUT IN MY DRINK!!??'