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 Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 10:43 pm
Hidden in the alleys of Crosshaven is the nightclub Shadow Lounge. A sleazy, disgusting, drug ridden, gang infested home away from home for Crosshaven's unwanted. You go down the rusty stairs and enter through the doors and are met with the scent of thick smoke and old booze.
However, not all is lost, the music is new and loud, with pounding beats, and it never seems to end. People crowd into the dance floor, the majority having been here all night and into the morning, getting lost in the lights, the drugs, the booze, and the music.
Underage drinking is a laugh here, if you look the age you get your booze, just keep your eyes on your own glass. Don't use the bathrooms unless you really have to, and if there is a fight, don't even think about calling the cops, we'll take care of it.
The club has been around for a while and has somehow managed to stay out of the cops business for the majority of time. There is a new owner now by the name of Cain, the old one having grown sick of the nightclub life, and he intends to keep things just how they are.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 10:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 10:55 pm
He tests out the lights, running them through their lazer show before his customers arrived. He had been in need of a job, and when the oportunity came for him to take over this run down club, he had to jump on it. It was a cheap price in his opinion. The old man probably just wanted to get the hell away from the place.
Cain poured himself a glass of whiskey and held it into the air in a toast, "To me." He swallowed half the glass and the sat down on the chair. He then glanced at the little ball of fluff hidden in the corner, "And of course you." He then drank the rest of the whiskey, looking quite satisfied.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 7:30 pm
He pushed the door open and looked around at his club, he had just come in from the All Havens Day celebration and was feeling rather tired of the people who seemed to have swarmed together just to piss him off. Grabbing a cigar out of the drawer behind the counter, he lit the end and breathed in the sweet cancerous smoke, "Perfect." He grinned and plopped down on a stool next to a rather loose looking female and put his arm around her.
As if on cue, she rolled their eyes and grinned, "Hey Cain, where ya been so long?" He smiled and ran his finger from her neck up to the tip of her chin, "Just being reminded why women in this town are so damn cold." He chuckled to himself and reached behind them for his bottle of whiskey, "So how much that business guy paying ya these days baby?"
The girl looked to be humored by him, but also very disgusted in his question, "Enough to make it worth it, but not enough to get me the hell out of here." She smiled and kissed his cheek, "I've gotta go, you try to be good to your customers ok?" She only rolled her eyes when his hand found it's way to her bottom, "See?" he said, mostly to himself, "That's how it should work." She gave him a wave before walking out the door, knowing he was watching her like a horney frat boy.
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 3:16 pm
She steps in, a nonchalant, bored look in her painted face. Yeah, she'd heard about this place. She knows the rep. It's her kind of joint.
She's not alone. She's come with a friend. A friend that looks like his picture should be in the dictionary beside the word "Badass."
She saunters up to the bar, the badass trailing behind her with one hand nonchalantly inside his jacket, and taps the bartop.
Pulling her glasses down just over her eyes, she says, "I need to see who runs this joint. Tell them it's Doris."
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 3:19 pm
"And that's suppose to mean something?" he said with the cigar hanging out of his mouth, the smoke pillowing around him. He stood up from the stool and walked lazily behind the counter watching the ape man carefully. "What do you want?" He recognized her from the inn, he had seen her with the guy and his lady friend, and the last thing he wanted was to get his new bar smashed up by her goons.
"If this is about you needing a place to do your bussiness without any disturbances, I suggest choosing another topic." He had expected local gangs and mafia-esq groups to be interested in his place, and as long as he didn't see or hear of it, then he had nothing to tell the cops.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:40 pm
She gives him a lazy smile. "That depends on what you want my name to mean, baby. It could mean the difference between booming business, or going under. But you better recognize, because no one sets up shop in this part of town without learning my name," she turns with a sly smile to her goon. "do they baby?"
The goon half-smiles.
"So if you're not the owner..." She takes his cigar right from his mouth, and snuffs it out on the bartop, making a sizzling sound. "I suggest you get off your a** and go get him. If you are the owner, then the topic is mine to choose. You got me, baby?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 3:31 pm
The governor and his enterage of Morigan and Hollow, with the little Spura in tow, arrive, sweeping into the place. Nate looks confident as he makes his way through the entry, and tries his best not to look condescending, as if this place was a fine five-star restaurant.
He makes sure that he is between Morigan and any of the rougher elements they encounter, and if anyone makes a pass at her, he is prepared to give them what-for.
He has been told that the people he is looking for live in this area, and that some of them frequent this bar. Coming in person is sure to draw them out. Sure enough, eyebrows raise as they walk.
They are still in the entryway, and probably haven't yet caught the eye of the bartender or the people sitting there.
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 4:25 pm
He's there, hovering, straddled halfway in and halfway out of the insubstantia. He's holding Spura, and about a foot off of the ground. People in the city are probably used to sights like this....
...he's familiar with this part of town....and it's familiar with him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 7:59 pm
He watches the cigar as it is removed ever so rudely from his lips and put out, he looks back up at her, his eyes now angry slits as he pulls another cigar out from under the counter. There is no telling how many of those things are under there. He now has turned all of his attention onto his new cigar, taking his time cutting it and lighting it, "Yeah I own this place, the last owner didn't see it necessary to tell me about you though."
He grins and blows a nice pillow of smoke into her face, hoping to distract her so his eyes could check out what she had going for her, "So what can I do for ya?" He seems pleased and perhaps even in a brighter mood, though its hard to tell.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:50 am
It is not even close to being her first time in a place like this. Dark and damp the smell of cigarets forever clinging to every piece of furniture. Where you foolish enough to ask for a poured drink even the glass would taste a little like it. But then again if you where in need of a poured drink in a place like this you had more problems than a cigarette flavored glass. Yes, she knew places like this well...
She clung to Nate slightly, not because she had any fear or apprehension more than to give him the impression of it. In truth she stuck out like a sore thumb. Her fiery red mane of hair and porcelain features seemed to glow as she made her way through the dark room. Her nice blue shirt offsetting the sea of black leather and other such black garments she now sailed through with Nate.
She stood tall trying not to make much eye contact with anyone. A nagging inside her that someone might recognize her. She knew such a thing was impossible. In those times she had stayed as far away from Crosshaven as possible. Silently she convinced herself that Nate, who after all was governor, would draw much more interest from the crowd around them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 6:53 pm
He doesn't notice however that a few of the customers around the entrance have quited down, some even squeeze out the door. He is much too distracted at the moment to give any notice to the parade of uptight citizens entering his territory, no matter how cute and red headed they were...
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 6:29 am
Meanwhile, the part of Cain's mind that borders that of the little fuzzy minion under the bar is giving him new input. Despite the prominence of the Mayor and his girl, the familiar considers them non-entities. They have the importance of insects. Ants scurrying about their hill. But the ghostly figure hovering in the shadows... he is The Game, he is entertaining to us. Someday soon or someday late, we will know him in battle. And we will be protected by our family...For just the tiniest fraction of a moment, Cain can feel through his connection to the minion a multitude of minds, good gods there are so many of them, waiting outside the city under the forests, creatures like and unlike the one he is paired with. And behind this teeming swarm of minds, a presence, the mighty force that created them. And then in almost the same split-second it came, the sensation is gone.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 6:32 pm
Spura sat comfortably reclined in Mr. Hollow's arms. Something about this small... bilge place.... was comforting. The darkness, the disgusting scent that wafted through the air and turned lungs black with death. She was completely immune to the cautious effect it would have on others besides Mr. Hollow.
Just like home.
((Sorry for the long response time!))
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:17 pm
Call it an eye in the back of her head. She instinctively turns to see that the room just suddenly got a little more crowded. Grinning, she turns back to the owner. "I'm going to make this conversation short and sweet, baby. Protection is a necessity in my part of town, and you have to pay for the priviledge, either in gold or in opportunity...
I would like a place where I can meet and entertain customers a few times a month, on the house. And I want your support in my electoral candidates. For that simple price, you have my protection. It's a pitiance, really, a real deal."
She glances back at the governor and his enterage. "They're going down, way down. Down to the devil's den..." She rattles off something in spanish.
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