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Post by Max on Jul 23, 2009 21:28:22 GMT -5
Ahh the bars in the Wild West. The scorching sun, the poorly made, but strong alcohol, the hardwood floor, the cowboy hats, the beautiful, tanned maidens, the cell phones, the-hey wait a minute. Cell Phones? What the @#$%?!
This wasn't the Good Old Wild West. This was just a bar called 'The Wild West'. An old western themed Bar. Everythings down to the last detail, but the customers fall short. Fancy clothes, cellphones, new fashion clothing. Would make any cowboy cry in shame. What happened to the good old west?
Well, there was ONE cowboy there, but everyone wished he was somewhere in a ditch, instead of there at the bar. He was yelling and screaming, throwing his lasso at people. Drunk off his ass. No one could throw him out, he was the owners brother, a real fan of cowboy films. One would say he's obsessive. Everyone tried their best to ignore him.
The old coot made a mistake and threw his lasso on the wrong person. This man just sighed, grabbed the rope, and tugged it back, forcing the old drunk to fall flat on his face. "Give it a rest already" he sighed, getting the lasso off himself, and continuing to drink his bevarage. Though it didn't end at that, unfortunetly. "Hey whadya think ya doin? This is MAH bar and Ya'll get out if ya dont like it!" he yelled at him "Its not the bar I dont like, its the company, now take a hike." he said, and shoved the guy away, not even turning to look at him.
That set the old man on a rampage "Thaaats it! Ya youngsters need ta learn some manners! At Sun Down! Meet me outside, once the clock strik-" Bang. A gun rung out through the bar, and the old drunk geeze fell backwards. A red hole between his eyes, red fluild pouring out. "Ding." The man sitting at the bar said, holding a rather odd looking gun, it was aimed at where the drunk was standing before. The strange man didn't even turn, he just pulled out his gun, and blindly aimed over his shoulder. He just continued with his drink, ignoring some of the screams and yells.
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Post by Chesa on Jul 23, 2009 23:03:32 GMT -5
Cat moaned, rubbing her temples. People were idiots, all of them. She had been hired to spy on some guys wife. In this city she really though she was going to get something better then that. Did men really have nothing better to do? Well his wife was cheating on him, so she had taken the liberty of putting her out like a wet match. The husband hadn't been to happy, and had nailed her in the head with the but of a shot gun. Apparently guns were no longer used for shooting, but as clubs instead...she really hated people.
The throbbing in her head wasn't stopping, at all. She needed a drink, badly. She spotted the bar nearest to her. "Oh god...themed..." She muttered, but yes, she needed a drink that bad. She sighed, heading towards it. She stopped in the entrance of the bar. She watched the guy drop to the ground. She gave a small look and walked over to the bar. She just had no comment to that. Sure that was probably the most interesting thing that was going to happen in this bar for a while, but the last thing she needed was to get mixed up in something.
Cat slid into one of the seats, ordering a shot and pulling out a cigarette. She caught site of the gun the man was holding. She hadn't seen anything like that. Maybe someone worth knowing carried such a weapon. " Interesting gun ya got," She commented, looking over at him, lighting the cigarette.
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Post by Max on Jul 23, 2009 23:10:40 GMT -5
He put the gun away, and hid it under the trench coat "Yep, too bad its the one and only model, and I'm not paticulary thinking of parting with it" He said, it wasn't that he thought she was interested in buying it, or asking how it was made. It was just automatic, becouse a lot of people had asked him that. The panic eventualy calmed down, the body being dragged out and thrown onto the nearest pile of trash.
He waved his hand infront of his face, clearing away the smoke that drifted over to him from her ciggaret. He didn't say anything thouh, it didn't really bother him, it just smelled a bit.
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Post by Chesa on Jul 23, 2009 23:18:57 GMT -5
"Wouldn't think of taking it," She said, downing the shot when it was put down in front of her. Slowly the head ache started to leave her. "Only one, meaning you made it huh?" She inquired, putting out the cigarette, since it, mixed with the shots wasn't exactly the best tasting thing. "Or know the person who made it," She added. She waved over the bar tender, getting another shot. He barely acknowledged her when he put it down. She had probably gotten a few of his buddies in trouble. She had gotten a lot of peoples buddies in trouble in this area.
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Post by Max on Jul 23, 2009 23:24:53 GMT -5
"Made it myself," He said, where she was drinking shots, he was just drinking regular, good old beer. He sighed and looked up at the clock "...." Another tired sigh. He was waiting here for a client, and he was half an hour late "I'm Gonna charge him right up the ass..." he muttered, then glanced at the silver suitcase that was sitting right next to him on the ground. If someone were to tell the cops what was in there, he'd be arrested and sentenced for life.
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Post by Chesa on Jul 23, 2009 23:34:59 GMT -5
"Hmmm," She muttered, looking over to where he had put the gun away to. She casually took the shot, glancing to the side. "And what type of clientele do you service?" She asked as if she was asking him about the weather.She caught sight of the suitcase out of the corner of her eye. That wasn't inconspicuous at all. She waved over the bar tender and along with her order she slipped him a few bills. The bar tender turned a blind eye to the pair. This guy had sparked a small interest in the young Cat, who know what a small favor here or there could serve her in the future.
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Post by Max on Jul 23, 2009 23:40:13 GMT -5
"The type that have money and need things that kill people from a distance." he said, it wasn't that he was trying to keep a low profile, the murder a few minutes ago was proof of that. Its just he liked saying things in more interesting ways, rather than just being short and blunt. He then looked at Cat "Why? Ya wanna glance at the merchandise yourself? Or are you just trying to get youreself killed?" he asked. That wasn't a threat. Just a lame joke that came from the saying 'curiosity killed the cat'
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Post by Chesa on Jul 23, 2009 23:45:51 GMT -5
Cat looked at him, her ears laying flat and her eyes dull. "Funny, haven't heard that one before..." She said downing the shot. Her tail flopped lazily. "What can I say, I've always been too curious," She said, really wanting to know something interesting.
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Post by Max on Jul 23, 2009 23:48:53 GMT -5
He looked up at the clock, and sighed "Well if you're really curious then ya can follow, if not." he picked up his suit case "See ya" he said, turning around, leaving. He didn't pay for what he drank though "HEY!" The guy at the bar yelled, but was quickly shut up when a small piece of steel went right into his brain. The man just left the bar after that, heading into a nearby alley. Where a van, and several shady characters were. He put the suitcase on the hood of the van, and oppened it. The suitcase was full of unique looking weapons.
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Post by Chesa on Jul 23, 2009 23:53:24 GMT -5
Cat's ears perked immediately as she watched the bar tender fall as well. "..." She stood, leaving the bar, though not first before taking anything of any worth off the dead bar tender. Hell she'd be an idiot to leave it there. She left the bar, following, though of course she'd take the high road. safer, much safer. Getting shot was just not in her plans. She took to the roofs and sat down on the one near the alley. She made sure that she could give herself a good view, without making it blatantly obvious she was there.
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Post by Max on Jul 23, 2009 23:59:16 GMT -5
There was a nagitiation. The price going from 7000 a piece to 50,000 a piece. And Eventualy. He won, getting 45,000 for every piece of weaponry in the suitcase. He closed it, giving it to one of the guys, taking another suitcase from another guy. He oppened it, and blinked, then looked at the guys "Its full of white paper..." he said, they surounded him, each of them now holding one of his weapons "Yah well, ya see, why buy when you can just take?" The learder asked, pointing the gun at him. He just smirked "True, why buy when ya can just take" he said, casualy pulling out his gun, taking a vial that was full of some sort of gray liquid, and pouring it into the chamber bellow the barrel of the gun. "In fact, why sell, when ya can just take?" He asked, and then pulled the trigger, a bullet hitting the ground, and the antire alley way got filled with thick smoke. A whole bunch of gun shots ehcoed out, but half a minute later. The man in the trenchcoat exited the cloud of smoke, carrying two suitcasses, one filled with his weapons, the other filled with money "Huff...wasted perfectly good ammo." He whined, and started walking, not a care in the world.
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Post by Chesa on Jul 24, 2009 0:04:00 GMT -5
Cat squeaked when a ricocheted off one of the walls and almost hit her, gracing her tail. She jumped back and held her tail. "Geez, no one aims aims anymore," She muttered, leaning over the edge of the building and watching him read. She blinked, cocked her head to the side and fell forward, landing near him. "Wow, that was interesting," She muttered, looking at the alley over her shoulder at the smoke that was wafting out of the alley.
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Post by Max on Jul 24, 2009 0:07:29 GMT -5
He just shruged "Eh, all the deals go that way, I'm used to it by now" he said, then held out one of the suitcasses to her "Give ya 50% of the money if ya carry the suitcase for a minute, I kinda need at least one free hand" He said. Once she took it he reloaded his gun, and also connected the vial to the chamber again, this time emptying the chambers contents back into the vial.
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Post by Chesa on Jul 24, 2009 0:16:29 GMT -5
Cat was suspicious but hell, what would it hurt to just hold it. She kept a solid eye on the gun just in case though. Cat wasn't exactly trusting of people. Many people had turned on her, but hey, that was life in this world. Trust no one and expect nothing. "So, people call you something? Or you just keep to the shadows and start fights?" She asked.
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Post by Max on Jul 24, 2009 0:19:20 GMT -5
"You make it sound as if I was actualy some sort of legend, that or rumors floating about of me" He said, putting the gun back in its holster, and the vial back in its place on his belt. He took the suitcase from her "Thanks" he said "And I call myself Eagle, and no, thats not my real name, I just prefer that over it."
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