Trixie Warden
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"Sometimes I think I came out me mum the wrong way."
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Post by Trixie Warden on Mar 7, 2016 4:50:11 GMT
The bar was far too crowded for most people's comfort and they were all loud, obnoxious, and already drunk by the time night rolled around. Bellatrix had already had one almost-altercation that ended with her sitting on a bar stool, surrounded by a group of four men, all a strange blend of human and vampire that made her incredibly uncomfortable. She swallowed back her discomfort and chased it with a green beer, the house special for the night, sapphire eyes nervously trailing towards the door.
She was supposed to meet Jude and Kyle here to celebrate the Irish holiday, but the longer it took them to arrive, the less certain she was she had made it to the right bar. The little shopping center just outside the city contained the only bar Amy did not have power in, but she remembered that the one-eyed Ravnos had settled his beef with the icy Prince. Maybe they had agreed to meet within the City? Was her brain that fried from all of the drugs?
Her fingers fell to the pockets of her tiny jean shorts, feeling the slight bulge of her score. Glancing back towards the four creatures as they continued their pool game, smiling as the one that had invited her looked back. She raised her mostly-empty glass towards him. "Hey," she cooed. "Good game!" He grinned at her, trying - not for the first time - to get her over to the pool table.
Addiction, however, was having absolutely none of their shit. He was out and about, searching for Jude. The little demon flicked his ugly shadow tail, darting about on the streets, shadow tail whipping back and forth in irritation and rage. "Where you at, you freaky-freak?" he called out through his tiny little rips in space-time.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 7, 2016 5:49:21 GMT
Kyle would open the door dramatically walking in like he owned the place. The wind would rip at his open shirt revealing his bare chest as well as the abundance of necklaces of varying materials and lengths. He was wearing baggy jeans with a loose belt so his pants sagged just enough for his plad boxers to be seen. With a huge grin on his face he would walk in.
"Good evening ladies and gents!"
He would say as he walked in. Looking around he spotted Trixie, who appeared to be quite uncomfortable. That was an unusual sight. But judging from the group of men to the side of her he could figure why she was upset. So walking over he wrap an arm around Trix and pull her I'm for a hug.
"But most importantly good evening my lovely friend. I apologize for being late but you know me, fashionably late is just my thing."
He looked around for a moment before turning back to her.
"Where is your angry riddled boyfriend I thought he'd be here by now?"
Though Trix still seemed uncomfortable. Kyle had a brilliant idea. Reaching into his pocket he would pull out a few skittles and lean towards her to whisper in her ear.
"But where are my manners. Would you like something to start the party early?"
He would say slipping her the skittles.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 7, 2016 10:11:44 GMT
Jude's Ducati roared down the switch backs and hairpins turns that were known, not only for their danger, but the ever increasing body count. Jude stared through the helmet he'd brought into existence, not entirely sure if it was an illusion or one of the helmets they'd stored in the shed at the Inn. Jack rode bitch, being his normal orange eyed self.
The young Ravnos eye was dangerously narrowed, Jack never showed up in a tizzy unless something was very wrong. Trix was in trouble.
The Ducati's rear tire whipped around in the gravel parking lot of the little strip mall, spraying gravel all along the wall. The pissed off Ravnos didn't take much time dropping the kickstand and stalking inside. Strapped across his back was an American classic. One hickory Louisville Slugger, waxed primed and eager for blood.
Jude stalked silently into the bar, if they'd noticed the gravel being kicked up all over the wall, oh well. His one raging Emerald eye latched on to both his girlfriend and their roommate, and Trix looked uncomfortable. That was all he needed to see, rage turned to hatred as he shouldered his way through the crowd.
His Bostonian accent filling their little corner of the bar, obvious hate literally radiating off him. "Yo, babe you okay?" There was no hostility aimed toward the strung out little druggy. But even Kyle would feel his hate.
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Trixie Warden
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"Sometimes I think I came out me mum the wrong way."
Posts: 62
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Post by Trixie Warden on Mar 7, 2016 18:41:25 GMT
Kyle slipped into the bar and her perceptive sapphire eyes would catch sight of him. The Ravnos raised a hand in an attempt to capture the attention of her roommate and friend, doing everything it took short of calling out to him to help him figure out where she was in the crowded bar. He needed to pass through a few gathered groups of people to get over to her, but when he did, she seemed to shrink. The men that had invited her over were staring at him as he approached, speaking to each other in soft whispers.
"Where have you been?" she hissed, eyes darting around. It was obvious that her discomfort had triggered the paranoia sometimes known to many of the drugs she took on a regular basis. She was fidgeting, practically tweaking out, and it didn't look like it would stop any time soon. She accepted the bag of treats from her roommate wordlessly, but didn't immediately pop a few, as she so often did. She needed a reason to get out of there.
Jude arrived very shortly after that, with her orange-eyed minion clinging to his shirt, both peering at her as if they didn't have eyes for anybody else in the bar. Her head ticked to the right in a tell-tale sign of her being far too gone for this to be a good trip. Her eyes were wide, the look on her face flustered. The moment he made it to her, she threw her arms out and clung to him, a little whimper escaping from her lips. "There's something wrong with them," she whispered. "There's something really, really wrong wi--"
"These your friends?" One of the Asian men moved over towards them. He was grinning, thick sunglasses hiding his eyes, even in the dimly lit bar. "Hey, welcome. Kat here has told us all about you guys." Not really, she hadn't even told them her real name, but he seemed utterly confident. "Why don't you come over and join us for a game or two? We'll all get some beers and make a night out of it." He turned to look directly at Trix, who had hidden her face in Jude's shirt.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 7, 2016 19:34:43 GMT
Kyle would see Jude and feel the anger radiating off of him. Welp tonight was sure to be interesting. As he was about to greet his roommate an Asian walked up to them and started acting like he owned this shit.
Kyle walked towards him with a smile on his face as he put an arm around the Asians shoulders.
"Why, that is such a generous offer my friend. Unfortunately my homicidal friend here is going to kill you and all your friends for creeping out his lovely little girlfriend here, that you have wrongly called Kat. So in order to save your lives and get out to some real partying to have fun, we are going to leave. But thanks again for the offer, maybe next time!"
He would say with a smile patting the man on the chest before letting him go and waving at him.
Turning back to Jude and Trix he would smile a mischievous smile.
"So how bout we blow this joint and head to the next party house? I'm thirsty and I haven't made any friends to by me a drink yet!"
He would tell them with a chuckle.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 8, 2016 1:45:31 GMT
Jude wrapped one arm around Trix, moving turning so that he was facing the group of Asian men who'd made Trix uncomfortable, keeping her tucked against him. His single green eye memorized every crevice, every mar, every ugly imperfection on the Asian's face, while a cruel smile stretched across his angry face. "Pool... Yeah, golden boy and I used to play all the time..." Jude's voice held that very fine edge of anger, he was keeping things just under control. "Yo Kat, how've these chinks been treatin ya?" He turned his one eye toward his girlfriend as he threw a quick illusion up.
As soon as he looked toward Trix his hand slid just behind his back, and his illusion made it seem as if the bat hadn't at all moved, when in fact he was holding it with one hand, pressed up against his back. "I mean, if these Rice-Niggers are giving you shit babe, I can take em outside. It's not like they've got anything in their pants. They're fuckin slant eyed chinks. What'er they going to do?" He asked her, making sure she saw both the look of fury in his one eye, and the wink.
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Trixie Warden
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"Sometimes I think I came out me mum the wrong way."
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Post by Trixie Warden on Mar 8, 2016 1:54:56 GMT
She was quivering in his arm, knowing exactly what that voice meant. Bellatrix didn't like the idea of her boyfriend getting into a fight with these creatures. There was something wrong about them... The way they moved, the scent they produced, the clothes they wore... She whispered her concern to Jude, but she didn't know, in that moment, if she had actually said anything at all. She just kept herself pressed against him.
"Hey," the Asian said, looking between Jude and Kyle. Whatever was going on, they were egging the group on. The three others had moved their pool cues to one side to step forward, towards their friend's back. "No reason to get hostile, kiddo. We were just showing your girlie-friend a good time. Come on, honey. Now that we know you lied to us 'bout your name, don't you think you owe us a drink or two?"
Another snickered as he moved up, reaching out to try and take Trix by the arm. "He's got a point, there." The Ravnos girl curled further into her boyfriend's chest, whispering. "There's something wrong with them..."
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 8, 2016 2:52:36 GMT
Kyle laughed gayfully as he 'accidentally' stumbled in between the Asian and Trix. So that the Asian would end up grabbing his arm. Turning to look at the Asian he put on his most charming smile.
"Whoa. You've got a really strong grip there big boy. Maybe I will take you up on that drink offer."
Then he would throw up and arm on the Asians shoulder as if he were getting ready to dance with him, Kyle was getting... Intimate with this one. God Trix was going to owe him big time for this.
"Also I never liked the name Kat so I call her Kitty but she hates when I call her that, so I do it to piss her off."
He lied. Hopefully to make these guys calm their shit.
"But trust me, I'll show you a better time than any woman ever could. Maybe you should give me a chance, yeah?"
He would say still working his Charm.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 8, 2016 3:11:16 GMT
'Kiddo' Nobody got to call him kiddo. The look the one eyed Ravnos shot the Rice-Nigger was ruthless, his grin, absolutely feral. "Yeah rice kicker?" He asked, and turned as if he was leaving. Then with a burst of power he wasn't. He turned, swinging the bat for the chink's head, aiming perfectly for his temple. His freehand meanwhile swiped one of the billiard balls off the table, and in that same motion he was swinging for another of the chinks temples. If he succeeded, it would be a very unfair fight for the other slant eyed chinks. After all two versus two, especially where Jude was concerned wasn't even a challenge.
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Trixie Warden
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"Sometimes I think I came out me mum the wrong way."
Posts: 62
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Post by Trixie Warden on Mar 8, 2016 3:21:33 GMT
Kyle was able to duck just in time to avoid the flying baseball bat, but it was his tackle that did any damage. The Asian thrust one hand up to grab ahold of the bat, squeezing hard enough for the wood to begin to splinter. It sent a wave of pain up his arm, but it was easy to ignore as shoulders caught him in the stomach.
He went backwards into the one of the others, the same that got hit with the billiards ball. The second went down, but the Asian brought his free fist down against the top of Kyle's head. With a strength score of 6.
One of the other two rushed forward towards Jude, his eyes flashing a tell-tale red and lips parting to expose fangs. He aimed a punch at Jude's blind side. "FUCKING BEAN DIPPER!"
Unfortunately, Jude's attack meant he left Trixie alone. One of the nearby Asians wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into the crowd as she screamed, a high pitched feminine scream. That none of the patrons seemed to respond to. Far too quickly, the man that grabbed Trixie, who looked identical to the fourth member of the group playing pool, had taken her ten feet from her previous location.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 8, 2016 3:23:34 GMT
Kkkkkkay ooohh!
Kyle is out. Sweet dreams.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 8, 2016 6:01:21 GMT
In a surprising feat of athleticism, turned away from his blind side, still maintaining that same momentum he'd used to smash both the pool ball and the bat into the first two chinks. Then he was running, leaping onto the pool tables in the process of chasing after Trix. A gentle, calming tune seemed to echo throughout the entire bar, followed by the sound of sirens, specifically police sirens. Jude was bounding after his girlfriend. All rage, all fury, all anger. Who the fuck do they think they are? Fucking weird creatures. Every instinct in him screamed at him to find her and kill whatever it was that had taken her from him. From his elevated position he should be able to see the pair of them. "Trix!" He roared as his beast clawed at the inside of his mind.
"WHERE ARE YOU?!" His voice would echo throughout the whole building, along with his tune and the sound of sirens. "Trix!" He was very aware of all of the remaining chinks, but where was Trix?
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Trixie Warden
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"Sometimes I think I came out me mum the wrong way."
Posts: 62
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Post by Trixie Warden on Mar 8, 2016 6:08:30 GMT
He managed to chase after the man that had ahold of his girlfriend, but suddenly, he stopped, turning around to stare at Jude as he approached. He held the tiny, squirming girl up by the back of her neck, letting her dangle helplessly before him.
Sssssssnap.
Her body fell lifeless to the floor in a crumbled heap as the Asian turned heel and ran through the remaining crowd.
As one of the Asians chased after Jude, his foot landed on Kyle's head, crushing the skull in on his brain and killing the other Ravnos.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 8, 2016 7:30:29 GMT
Ssssnap!' That awful sound echoed through the Ravnos. The sound of Trix neck snapping broke something in Jude. Over an over again he heard it, over and over again he watched it. Every detail seared itself into his eye, into his mind. "No..." Jude dropped down off the table as the sirens and his soothing song began to wane, to warp, to scream.
His knees gave out before he'd made the first step. The twisted sound of his song shattered along with all of the other illusions he'd created. He crawled over to Tri... To her body, running his fingers along her face very carefully. He leaned down and lifted her body into his arms. He didn't care what they did anymore.
If nothing tried to stop him, he'd carry her in his arms out of the bar. How long would it take him to carry her home? Till morning? Till noon? Fine. So be it, what did it matter? The girl who felt so good, so real, who had saved him from his rage, who filled his nights so full was gone.
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Trixie Warden
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"Sometimes I think I came out me mum the wrong way."
Posts: 62
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Post by Trixie Warden on Mar 8, 2016 7:34:54 GMT
The distraction allowed the Asian to escape. Jude took his time getting to the body and all around him, things seemed to slow. That same sound, the same snap, would echo through the room before the illusion shattered.
"JUDE!"
Trixie screamed from the doorway, held tight over the Asian's shoulder. He left behind a trail of blood from a wound inflicted by the tiny girl. She was throwing herself from side to side with no avail, crying out for him as he grabbed at something that didn't exist. "JUDE HELP. SNAP OUT OF IT!"
Kyle would wake, unharmed, as the other two carried their unconscious friend out after the first and Trix, her cries fading with distance.
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