Post by xhane on Jul 1, 2009 19:51:53 GMT -6
- the basics.
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What would you like us to call you?
Xhane
How old are you?
20
How long have you been roleplaying?
About 10 years
Favorite genres:
Anything that's interesting
Application Number:
First
How did you find us?
Cyph
Anything else?
No...
- the intro.
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* With the bustling mainly traveled streets of New York City a few city blocks over not too much activity is going on on the side streets with the smaller, lesser known businesses. A few dingy buildings that are rotting and falling apart are left in this all but forgotten neighborhood area. Out in front of the bar roars up a motorcycle. The engine reves up once before the engine is shut off. It's Logan. Lone mutant and even lonelier man. He takes the keys from the ingnition and places them in his jacket pocket. He gets off the bike and walks toward the bar entrance. He opens the door and walks in. As he walks through the room to a stool at the bar he scans the room briefly. There's a group of either skin heads or bikers...or maybe even both. A few lone souls make up the rest of the bar sitting at tables alone and looking rather miserable. Logan gets to a stool and sits down. He takes out a cigar and places it in his mouth. He glances back toward the group of bikers and raises an eyebrow as he looks away. He takes out a book of matches and lights one and uses it to light his cigar. He gets it lit and puffs on it before taking a drag. He looks over toward the bartender *[/i[]
Logan: Hey could I get a beer?
* The bartender nods and grabs a bottle of beer, twists the lid off and sets the beer down in front of Logan. Logan places the cigar in his mouth and pulls out a few bills and drops them on the bar as he takes the beer and nods at the bartender as if to say "thanks". He takes a drink from his beer before setting it down and glancing at the mirror on the wall behind the bar. He can see the table of bikers in the reflection. He sees them talking quietly amongst eachother and looking quantly in Logan's direction. Logan sighs as he raises an eyebrow and looks down. He takes another drag from his cigar followed by a swig from his beer *
Logan: So much for a quiet night...
* One of the bikers get up from their table and walk in Logans direction. Logan shakes his head and lets out another sigh. He takes another swig from beer as he puts the cigar out. The biker walks up behind Logan and stops. He sees the man behind him in the mirror *
Logan: Can I help you?
Biker: You do realize this is OUR bar don't ya boy?
* Logan looks down and sighs trying to avoid a conflict if possible *
Logan: Just came in for a beer and I'll be on my way.
* The biker busts out laughing and then grabs Logan's shoulder *
Biker: Nah, that means get the hell out!
* The biker pulls Logan around and swings. Logan ducks the punch and brings his knee up hard into the annoying biker's stomach causing him to gasp out in pain for air. The man drops to the floor. Logan kicks the man in the face knocking him unconscious. Then across the room the four other bikers rise from the chairs not looking too happy. Logan lowers his head *
Logan: Damn...
* The four bikers advance on Logan. The first one takes a swing on Logan. Logan catches his arm and breaks it with a slight growl and then tosses him to the side. As he does this he gets kicked from the side and stumbles into the bar with a thud. He turns around and one of the other bikers begin laying into Logan's body with punches. Logan takes a few shots before grabbing the man's shoulders and headbutting him in the nose, breaking his nose. The biker stumbles off away from Logan. The third biker to attack Logan swings a tow chain at him. Logan barely sidesteps it and kicks the man in the knee, bringing him to one knee. Logan goes to advance on him but it stopped by the larger of the five bikers breaking a chair over the back of Logan's head. Logan becomes completely oblivious of where he is. The larger biker then proceeds to lift Logan up and toss him through the big window in the front of the bar. Logan crashes through the glass and slams hard into the concrete of the sidewalk and rolls a couple of times before he flops onto his back *
Logan: All I wanted was a beer...
* As Logan rolls to his hands and knees and begins to get to his feet the three able bikers come outside. Logan stands up covered in cuts. The bikers stop suddenly as they see the cuts on his face beginning to disappear. They begin to freak and one steps forward all defiantly *
Biker: You're a freggin' mutie!
* Logan kinda looks around as if trying to think of something *
Logan: Um...no I'm not?
* The defiant moutpiece advances on Logan as he does he pulls out switchblade, extends the blade and before Logan could do anything he gets stabbed in the side. Logan roars out in pain. Breathing hard Logan tilts his head and looks at the biker *
Logan: My turn...
* The biker's pupils shrink in fear. Logan grabs the man with his left hand and holds him close as he extends his right claws. The remaining two bikers begin freaking out. The knife-happy biker just stares at the blades in fear as Logan shoves them into his ribs. The man screams out. Logan pushes the man off of him and the man hits the sidewalk holding his now bleeding side. The remaining two bikers watch in fear and astonishment as Logan rips the switchblade out of his side and examines it in his left hand. He examines it as he bends down and wipes his blood off on the bleeding biker. He closes the switchblade and pockets it. He stands back up and looks at the other two bikers. They look at eachother before silently agreeing it's time to leave. They both run to the corner, hop on their bikes and take off like a bat out of hell. Logan raises an eyebrow shaking his head. He looks back toward the bar as the bartender cocks his shotgun, pointing it at Logan. Then the bartender looks down and sees Logan's right claws still out and freezes. Logan glances down at his right hand and retracts the blades. He walks over and gets on his bike and starts it. He looks at the bartender for a moment before glancing down at the bleeding biker *
Logan: You might wanna call an ambulance. This guys bleeding pretty good.
* Logan reves the bike before kicking it into gear and driving off down the road out of sight...