Stuff happened in detail form. The end.
This.Magicphoenix wrote:
^What's that? it's not even funny
As the retarded pile of horse excrement spoke, a groan was heard throughout the room. One patron angrily exclaimed that, "THIS STUPID MOTHERFUCKER IS RUINING THE SHOW!". The others quickly assented their agreement.ArcAngelArtemis wrote:
This.Magicphoenix wrote:
^What's that? it's not even funny
Wojjan wrote:
"Well, m'love, that sure was an interesting tale. Do pardon me for my bated breath when you started shouting at random, hm?"
As E-Hooker tugged on her sleeve in annoyance at the creeping smugness in Wojjan's voice, in order to avoid her sneering eyes her gaze slid across the room. Assembled with her in a circle sat only a few of those she regarded usuals in the pub. Ephemeral was there of course, his looming eyes only masked by the shadow the dim chandelier threw over his face, his head resting on his fingers, as if waiting to snare someone's mouth to let someone else finish. Mara had only recently arrived, but already had he pulled up a chair and laid his feet on the table. E-Hooker somehow felt strangely amused by how he practically hung over the furniture like cloth, and if she had any motive to reflect on it, she would've snickered at how he seemed to feel completely at home in the dark back alley. She threw a glance at Mara that spoke as much as "like she has a beter story to tell." She threw Wojjan a false smile that told her exactly hte same, but har face soon faded into a stern look, as if intimidated by Wojjan's aura of gravity. Her cigarette holder practically danced on her two fingers, and the smoke it emitted hung around her like a universe. Something about Wojjan had always thrown people off. Though technically she was hardly ever blatantly rude, she found the most amusing ways to work around any pleasantries people façaded for each other, and deal out remarks like gunshots, all while remaining what people presumed to be "a thorned rose."
Two empty chairs accessorised as usual by cocktails she was sure were designed with women in mind bore the marks of Larto and Jarby's presence. As usual, their seats were nothing but a formality, and soon they had already retreated into the back room. Next to those two remnants of guests, Shellghost had taken a seat. His hair was a dirty blonde, but in his beige longcoat the same could be said about his outfit. Stains on it beratted it raining outside. The Off Topic had no windows, so the state in which guests arrived was as much a palpable force as weather meant inside of it. Shellghost didn't order anything -- he never ordered anything. Any normal guest that rarely paid up E-Hooker would've kicked to the street a long time ago, but in the moments of Shellghost's absence the club always seemed considerably emptier, as if he was a vital link to keep the group together. Shellghost was sociable and sharp of wit to exception, so E-Hooker figured an exception more in his favor wouldn't do much harm.
E-Hooker realised just how much time she'd spent looking over the group, and noticed just how silent conversation fell at that point. Normally at least some ruckus from another table would fill the air, and the group would unanimously make an effort to listen in on their conversation, but today the club was strangely dry. The only thing left audible was a soft piano melody from the back of the room, some sort of blend of a classical haunting harpsichord piece and modern-day ragtime organ music.
"Loginer, for the love of everything holy, could you stop that racket for one fuckin' minute?"
The man at the seat was gloved and suited, and the way his pristine outfit meshed perfectly with the ivory keys, there seemed to be no one playing the instrument at all. Slyfully he tipped his hat so far down his face became obsolete. For a moment, everyone swore Loginer was the hat itself.
"You're pronouncing it wrong," he smiled from ear to ear. The man continued undisturbed from the exact point he got interrupted, as if E-Hooker has been no interruption at all.
Hooves clopped through the muddy streets. Only a moment later the bar doors flew open with characteristic croaking. Pokebis hadn't even dismounted yet, perhaps just to show the tavern exactly how he dismounted. He was a proud man, and his election into the chivalry certainly hadn't diminished his hubris. "Evenin' folks," he yelled. His voice didn't carry far, and what he meant to say usually didn't carry long either. "How's everyone. Rather empty today I fear?" E-Hooker had slid from the guest's able to the front door to hang Pokebis' coat (and of course his riding gear, for it had to be exhibited for everyone to see) and then back again to the counter. She was doing the dishes as Pokebis seated himself. "The new lot is out today. Some new place in town that opened. Ox, or something. Haven't seen any of the Force lately. Speaking of, anyone seen Todesengal?"
The Force, everyone knew it to mean Awp's X-Side, which he had eponymously dubbed the Awpforce. It consisted of several hardboiled crooks who got on Awp's good side for one reason or the other, most of them with no inclination or even a chance in hell to deny the invitation to his crew. His fiancé, Todesengal, got into the group as well simply so that the Force's duty to protect fellow members would extend to her as well. As she was discouraged from simply using her name in the Force, she adopted a moniker that grew from a nickname Awp used to call her by.
Wojjan also never got enough glee out of that nickname. "I don't know if you're aware, Hookie..." Wojjan called E-Hooker "Hookie". "...But she prefers to be called Cuddlebun these days."
Mara continued. "I hear Awp got something planned for him and Mrs. The Force. Some kind of candle-lit gang fight crime date or whatever."
"Mm, crime does pass around like cinnamon buns these days, doesn't it."
From nowhere, as abrupt as the halt in Loginer's impeccable performance that followed, a man burst into the club. "I won! I won at the races!" He screamed. "Drinks for everyone in the... uh..."
As much as no one got along in The Off Topic, for this one time everyone's look whispered the same intent. It told that foolish man never to show his attention-weary face in the pub ever again.
As the doors clicked shut again after the lucky man's rather humble retreat, for the first time in anyone's memory The Off Topic burst out in laughter.
But more like it was in a detailed novel.SapphireGhost wrote:
Then it looked less like a wall, though.
Wojjan wrote:
But more like it was in a detailed novel.SapphireGhost wrote:
Then it looked less like a wall, though.
The crowd had been chatting, but in a moment, they were hushed. It was as if they were sitting in their AP Modern World History class again, when the teacher could make the group shut their mouths and stop their incessant chatter with a glare of death and another reading packet about the Holocaust and a weepy movie like The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas.Frozen wrote:
Upon the arrival of this thread I am tempted to read it. But I don't.
nobody cares about you and your shitty writingFrozen wrote:
I have broken the great story flow~
Amongst the group who stood up was 'Frozen'. He glared at those person's eyes, along with his fellow army. The army began to chatter. "E-Who?" "E-Who?" "E-Who?" they said. They rambled on, yet no-one realised; no-one cared.
hey settle down tigerE-Hooker wrote:
nobody cares about you and your shitty writingFrozen wrote:
I have broken the great story flow~
Amongst the group who stood up was 'Frozen'. He glared at those person's eyes, along with his fellow army. The army began to chatter. "E-Who?" "E-Who?" "E-Who?" they said. They rambled on, yet no-one realised; no-one cared.
the group hates you and lynched you like twice
you ruin everything
go to the deepest pits of hell