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    // ACTIVE MEMBERS & PARTNERS (UNLIMITED);

    Benjamin Amadeus Wilde // Bengal Tiger // Samoan // Tier 3

    Lucas Montgomery // Lion // jacksonwhittmore / Tier 3

    Maddox King // Grizzly Bear // updownandaround // Tier 3


    Bethany Nyxon Wilde // German Shepherd // Samoan // Tier 2

    Addison Montgomery // Wolf // jacksonwhittmore // Tier 2

    Salem O'Finn // Hyena // \\~Archaic~// Tier 2

    Elijah James Malta // Caracal // adamance // Tier 2


    Anastasia Natasha Vadimovna // Red Fox // updownandaround // Tier 1

    Barnaby David Challis // River Otter // \\~Archaic~// // Tier 1

    Alexstrasza Petrescu // Arctic Fox // maycie. // Tier 1


    Deloris Lorena South // Wandering Albatross // adamance // Tournament Hostess

    Maximillian Castano // Elephant // Visceral // Tournament Host

    Jacquelyn "Jack" Charbonnier // Barn Owl // maycie. // Doesn't qualify

    Hunter Chase // Black Wolf // Sesshomaru // Too young

    Artyom Winter Alder // White Horse // Arthur Morgan // Doesn't qualify


    Rogan Weiss // Gazelle (D) // Devereaux // Doesn't qualify

    Sierra Apollyon // Polar Bear (D) // Samoan // Doesn't qualify




    //TOURNAMENT RULES;

    one. no intentional deaths. targeting and killing another person or animal partner will no be tolerated and may be punishable by 10 years in a federal facility outside the city.


    two. no permanent maiming of another person or animal partner. persons responsible will be required to pay any damages done and may face jail time if they are found uncooperative in this arrangement.


    three. players belong to the government over the time of the tournament. if you lose round one of the tournament, you will remain in custody until the end of the tournament season and may be separated from your partner for long periods of time.


    four. fighting outside the tournament field will not be permitted. offenders will be severely dealt with.


    five. tournament participants will be expected to reside on the arena grounds for the duration of tournament season, win or lose. they will be allowed to leave when they are not on call for a fight, but must be back by curfew. if curfew is broken the human and their partner will be separated until their next fight. no training or even communicating between partners will be allowed until the day of their next match.


    six. only one winner will be allowed at the end of tournament season. this person will be granted the power to decide the fate of those remaining. the winner will be granted grand prizes and will be exempt from tournaments for the next three years.


    seven. tournaments are required for all who apply from the age of 19 years old and up. once the individual is deemed unable to participate in tournaments anymore, they will be retired by a member of the tournament observation board. members of the board will put to a vote the eligibility of someone seeking retirement. board members reserve the right to bring an individual out of retirement if they see fit. this will be put to a vote as well.


    eight. if a tournament host/hostess deems the match as a close call, either party can make an appeal for a rematch. the match will be rescheduled by the host/hostess and both opponents may be separated from their partners until the next match. the host/hostess will retain the right to deal with the opponents as they see appropriate.



    //SIGN UP & RPING;

    sign up thread


    plotting thread

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    ✘ Benjamin Amadeus Wilde

    something big I feel it happening, out of my control—


    ooc: text here


    ic: The music, the lights, the warm bodies dancing and bumping into each other on the dance floor... all of it happening all at once and no one giving a care in the world about what might be troubling them or going on around them because they're too busy distracting themselves in the moment. Many of them wouldn't remember a thing when they woke up the next morning, but they wouldn't care because for at least a little while, every problem in their head didn't seem so bad... Geez, what Ben wouldn't give to relate to that. Sitting at the bar in a loose white t-shirt and a pair of ripped black jeans, Benjamin Wilde scanned the scene curiously, people watching and letting himself get lost in the beat of the music. In the front of the room, his sister was currently leading the band in an upbeat rendition of a song she'd written over the weekend. If she wasn't drunk yet, she would be by the end of the night, meaning Ben would be the responsible one again.


    Running a hand through his dark, curly brown hair, he heard some shuffling off to his right. Glancing over he saw a couple girls giggling and staring at him. Offering them a kind smile, he quickly redirected his attention to the dance floor. They wouldn't approach him, whether they thought he was hot or not. Ben had never had a problem turning heads, but about as soon as people noticed him, they also noticed the six hundred pound tiger at his feet and that tended to deter possible conversations. Leaning down, Ben scratched between Dodger's ears, causing the large cat to yawn loudly and make himself more comfortable. As the strobe lights flashed on Benjamin's pale skin, his tattoo was visible through the thin white material of his shirt. The black markings that made up a tiger covering most of his back was not often on display, but it didn't matter. People didn't have to see the ink to guess what his spirit animal was.


    Refocusing on the front of the building, he caught sight of Bethany and her partner, entertaining as they so loved to do and smiled softly. She'd been through a lot but she was still able to smile and radiate energy throughout the entire bar. He'd always admired that about her. Lost in thought, he was surprised when someone cleared their throat beside him. Looking over he was a tall thin blonde with a sharp nose and grey eyes. She smiled at him with teeth so white they were blinding when combined with the lighting in the building. He saw the edge of a tattoo behind her ear that looked like feathers, but he didn't have time to focus on that before a hummingbird fluttered around his face, making him recoil a bit. "Hi!" the girl chirped cheerily, rocking on the balls of her feet. "I'm Kayla! I was wondering if I could buy you a drink?"


    Despite being impressed with her nerve to come over here, Ben could already feel Dodger growling at his feet. Waving the small bird away from his face and offering her as friendly a smile as he could managed. "Thanks for the offer Kayla... You seem very nice, but I don't drink." Dodger growled a little louder, opening his eyes and staring at the girl defensively. She tried to keep the smile, but as the growling got louder, she seemed to lose her wit. Finally, she backed up. "Um, yeah... okay... bye..." Turning around, she hurried off, disappearing into the crowd. Ben sighed and ran his hand over his face before looking down at Dodger irritably. "We really need to work on your manners." The large cat simply licked his lips and laid his head back down, effectively ending the ordeal. Rolling his eyes, Ben took a drink of his coke and went back to watching the crowd.

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    ✘ Bethany Nyxon Wilde

    let me live that fantasy—


    ooc: text here


    ic: Bethany Nyxon Wilde was living. With the music blasting around her and the lights flashing with color and all the people screaming and dancing along with the music she was creating... it was like her own private slice of heaven. Somewhere out there, probably hiding back at the bar, was her twin brother, watching the crowd and making sure no one stepped out of line. As for Nyx, no one else in the world mattered as long as she was up on that stage. Everyone and everything blurred away and it was just her and her girl Coop up there, having the time of their lives.


    In a smooth, well-practiced move, Nyx doubled over to belt the last note of the song, giving way for Coop to run up and jump up onto her back, howling the same note to end the song. Straightening up Nyx threw her hands up in the air, the light catching a glare on her metal arm as her hair cascaded back down into her face. She smiled ear to ear as she gasped for breath and Coop brushed up against her leg, panting with her tongue out and a gleam in her eyes. This was what they lived for. As the cheers from the crowd died down, Nyx ran her hand through her hair, pulling it back out of her face. Bringing the microphone up to her lips, she spoke to the crowd. "You guys have been great tonight! The best crowd in the whole city!" Cheers erupted again and Nyx threw her head back laughing. As it calmed down, she raised her arm up to get their attention. "For this next song, grab someone near you and enjoy the oh so cliche slow dance!" Putting the mic back up on the stand, she removed her guitar from her shoulder and propped it up in the stand.


    "Good job tonight, Nyx!" one of the other band members praised her, slapping her hand in a quick secret handshake. "You had the crowd eating out of your hand!" Nyx laughed and bumped hips with the bass player, winking at her friend on the keyboard. "I'm just here for the good times, my friends." Coop barked for added emphasis, bouncing up beside her. Nyx laughed and rubbed the dog's head between her ears. "On that note, I'm gonna go have me some of those good times! See you tomorrow!" Saying quick goodbyes to her bandmates, Nyx made her way off the stage and into the crowd, looking for someone she could dance with and lose herself in the night. Her adrenaline was pumping from the performance and she felt like she could conquer the world. What a night...

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    DELORIS LORENA SOUTH

    The smell of sweat and booze trampled the bar in such an aggressive manner that anyone just entering would wonder if the dance floor's participants had been there for days on end. That's how Dell viewed the place, anyways. With audible upset, the woman followed her acquaintances into what she would call a cesspool. She kept her dear companion, Fargo, in front of her feet so she knew he wasn't being trampled or eaten alive. Her trust was wary with predators, especially ones accompanying a drunk human; her bird might have been larger than some, but his defense was no match against a hungry coyote. This bar was one of many she believed to be a safe haven to uncontrolled beasts. The live singer had finished her last song of the night.


    Dell's friends split up; half pranced to the bar, eagerly scarfing down any drink they could obtain, while the others uninterested in drinking made their way to the dance floor. Dell followed her friends to the bar, where she ordered herself a drink and sat. She noticed on the opposite end a man and his tiger were resting. She uneasily kept herself between her albatross and the man's beast. Her gold dress blinked in the moving lights, emphasizing the plunged front that revealed her spirit animal tattoo in all its glory. The tattoo reached onto her neck, so there was never any chance of hiding it, but showing it off in its entirety was hard to do in casual public settings.


    Fargo stretched his giant wings out, clattering his bill together, demanding that Dell make room for him on the stool. The woman stood out of her seat, held the bird under his stomach, and heaved, all while trying to keep her modesty in the action. The bird engulfed the stool to its capacity. Dell didn't mind, as keeping him in her line of sight meant he was safe and out of the eyes of the low-lying predators. A raccoon, seated on the lap of its person, eyed Fargo from the seat next to him. The albatross was much bigger than its opponent, but to a raccoon, a bird is a bird. Fargo stood his ground, however, snapping at the beast to show he would not go down without a fight. The woman laughed, and knowing her companion was safely maintaining his ground, she turned her back to the bar and watched the crowd rumble.


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    ELIJAH JAMES MALTA

    There was an eruption of cheers in the crowd whenever a song ended and a new one began. One man in a comfortable short-sleeve collared shirt and navy pants grooved along the crowd's edge was greeting old friends and new friends that he clearly made that night. For him, he could enter any establishment alone and leave with a new posse of good friends ten minutes later. That was Elijah, partnered with his spirit animal Mollie. He and his wild cat watched the band patiently tonight.


    The singer began her final song. Eagerly, he finished his one and only drink and placed the glass politely on the counter before heading out into the crowd. His goal wasn't to push through the group to reach the front of the stage, but to meet the star of the show, whom he figured would be mingling with the crowd afterwards. His assumptions were correct, as the woman finished her final note - with the added help of her German Shepherd spirit animal - and bounded happily into the bustling dancers. Eli joined the cheers and applause, then honed in on the talented woman's location. Mollie weaved calmly through the crowd, between human legs and clambering over clumsy animals, clearly understanding the mission at hand. Elijah, on the other hand, pushed his way through, his completed arm sleeves glistening with sweat and drinks that occasionally spilled onto him. The curse of the drunken, he always thought of it as.


    Mollie halted herself quite quickly and backpedaled into Elijah, to which he instinctively scooped her into his arms. He grimaced at an overly nosy dog and its matching human woman, who seemed to blame the uncomfortable situation on his cat. Though he loved a good argument, he was unwilling to let this one happen, and he turned away from the pair, where much to his surprise the singer was stood right next to him. "Oh, hi," He greeted humorously, trying not to crash into her with an angry cat in his arms. "You available to chat? I love your friend here." He directed the conversation to her German Shepherd, hoping the dog would show some interest in him and not just disapprove right away. "I'm Elijah, and this is Mollie. She just got into a fight, I didn't mean to almost trample you quite like that." He joked with a beaming smile.

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    Addison MontGomery - 19 - Spirit Animal Wolf (Storm)


    Addison was wearing a simple white dress with thin straps holding it up, the night air was warm and a soft breeze blew her dirty blonde hair back a bit. She looked down at Storm, who was pacing right next to her, lowly growling whenever they passed someone who looked threatening. Storm had always been a rather aggressive spirit animal, and Addison knew why. When they were children, Storm had been a fun loving pup, carefree like Addison herself, but after those many torturous nights with her uncle... her walls went up, and evidently so did Storms. Addison never wanted to be touched like that again, it made her wary of crowded places like bars or clubs and yet, the music coming from the one across the street seemed to draw her in. She stood there, looking both ways before Storm dashed across the street towards the bar. Addison stared in shock, the wolf never left her side, where was he off to?


    "Storm!" She called out, chasing after the snowy white pelt that disappeared into the club. It must've seemed rather chaotic, an unaccompanied wolf barging into a club with out it's human, one might've assumed he was feral at first until Addison clambered in behind him. She froze as she entered the bar, the music thumped in her chest, people of all kind were huddled together dancing, all different sorts of spirit animals colliding with each other in beautiful chaos. She looked around wide eyed... this place was so cool. She vaguely heard the singer tell everyone to enjoy a slow dance an Addison raised an eyebrow quizzically before she noticed the girls spirit animal, a German shepherd. She smiled, she bet that Storm might've liked the other animal before she realized she still hadn't found her partner. Her blue eyes searched around the room before finally falling on the white wolf and walking over, her white dress flouncing around her thighs as she did so, it was admittedly a very short dress.


    Storm had apparently taken an interest to a boy that was sitting at the bar, sniffing his fingers at first before rubbing his head against the hand of the mysterious boy. Addison tilted her head, her hand shooting back to where she would've felt the strangers hands had he been touching Addison and not Storm. She approached him with a sheepish smile, "Sorry... He doesn't usually do that." She admitted, crouching down to pet Storm who paced around her quickly. In all her years she had never seen her spirit animal so eagerly approach another human being, besides maybe her brother. Her eyes flicked up to the boy, and immediately a soft blush crossed her cheeks. He was quite handsome, with dark brown eyes that caught the light just right, and curly brown hair that fell ever so perfectly over his forehead. Not to mention he was built like a model, Addison's blue eyes stared a moment longer before she blinked quickly, cursing herself for so obviously staring at the stranger. "I'm Addison," her eyes flicked down to the massive tiger that she hadn't noticed until just now. She was well aware that people with predatory spirit animals tended to be judged before they were even approached, a mere consequence of the threat they posed she figured. Most people didn't take too kindly too a wolf, she couldn't imagine what it must've been like to be walking around with such a beautiful and deadly beast next to you. However, Addison was used to big cats, her brother Lucas had grown up with a Lion spirit animal, and Ash had always been kind to her. "He yours?" she grinned, jerking her head towards the orange and black striped cat, there was no fear in her eyes as she stared the Bengal.


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    Lucas MontGomery - 21 - Spirit Animal Lion (Ash)


    Lucas had been in the bar for what felt like ages, he had drank a few beers but nothing that would've impaired his state of mind. He looked around, enjoying the gentle thump in his chest that he felt from the bass of the loud music. His body ached, he had spent most of the day training with Ash, knowing they would be entering tournament season soon. Tier 3 was no easy place to be, especially in tournament season. He had grown used to the fearful gasps and the dirty glares from passer bys that scurried away from the massive pale colored lion that always accompanied him. Lucas had never quite understood why he had been born with a lion as a spirit animal, lions were proud and vicious creatures... as the time went on he began to wonder if Ash was strong and proud because of Lucas, or if maybe, just maybe, it was the other way around. Lucas had to live up to the fact that a giant lion was always accompanying him.


    They had been practicing with some other large cats today, which wasn't anything new for them. What had taken them by surprise was the grizzly bear that had torn a large gash in Ash's front left leg. Lucas now had a long gash on his tricep because of the injury his spirit animal had sustained. Lucas had chosen to bandage his arm up, his didn't much like showing off his wounds but the bar was hot from all the people, and the air felt heavy with the body heat and sweat of all the drunken dancers. Lucas was no where near drunk, he looked down at Ash who was laying down, lazily flicking his tail as a mouse scurried around him. Lucas tilted his head, who did that mouse belong to? Whoever it was was in danger of losing a limb from pissing off the lion. Suddenly a dark haired girl approached him, she had hazel eyes and a mouse tattoo clearly marked on her left hand as she set her drink down on the bar next to Lucas. "Mind if I take a seat?" she grinned, sitting down as the mouse scurried off of Ash and crept up the chair so that it sat on the girls shoulder. "I'm Lucy,"


    Suddenly Lucas became aware of a large white wolf bounding into the bar, the wolf looked strangely familiar... was that? He began looking around for his sister, who usually accompanied said wolf, and unsuprisingly his little sister rushed in after Storm. "Addison?" he shook his head, what was she doing here? She wasn't even old enough to drink. "Actually its Lucy..." the girl next to him muttered, and he turned his attention back to her. "Sorry, just saw my little sister" he shrugged, "A mouse huh? What's its name?", the girl grinned, taking a sip of her drink "Her name is Tink" Lucas had to keep himself from rolling his eyes. "Like the fairy? Oh god" he laughed, running his fingers through his blonde hair as he suddenly heard the singer stop, a slow song coming on. This was bound to be cheesy, "If you'll excuse me I think we're gonna go get some fresh air." He huffed, not wanting to feel pressured to ask a stranger for a slow dance. As he began making his way out of the bar, through the crowd, people parted like fish evading a shark as his spirit animal growled at anyone who got too close. He sighed, he was used to the isolation, but he was sore, and no doubt Ash was too.

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    ✘ Benjamin Amadeus Wilde

    something big I feel it happening, out of my control—


    ooc: Great first posts everyone :) And jacksonwhittmore don't worry about being busy! Real life comes first :)


    ic: Since he was a little kid, Ben had made it a habit of scanning the room for potential trouble. When in a crowded area like this, he always watched out for animals that were bigger than Dodger and people who looked like trouble. Tensions were especially high during tournament season as people got paranoid and on edge, always worrying about who might be watching them. So far, he'd only spotted a lion, a grizzly bear, and a cougar, but they had all kept their distance and he had no reason to worry as long as they kept back. Besides, if Dodger felt even the slightest bit of concern about anything, the large cat would let him know. Instead, he was laying on the floor with his eyes closed as if he had nothing better to even think about. They were both reluctant to start training and tournament season was about to be a pretty good kick in the pants.


    As observant as Benjamin was, you'd think he would've noticed the white wolf enter the bar, but when the creature came up to him and started sniffing his hand he was a little surprised. Raising his eyebrows, he sat up a little, holding his hand still to let the wolf sniff him before rubbing its face against his long solid hand. Dodger's eyes opened slightly, but he made no move to defend his owner or mark his territory to scare the wolf away. Taking that as a good sign, Ben curled his fingers, rubbing his knuckles gently behind the wolf's ears and grinning kindly. "Hey there big guy... what are you-" then he heard her voice. Pulling his hand back quickly, he straightened up again, looking up to see a stunning blonde with a sheepish smile. Her gaze went to her partner first as she crouched next to the large dog before finally looking up at him with breathtaking blue eyes. It took Ben a second to recover, but he smiled and stretched out a hand as she introduced herself. "Benjamin," he introduced himself with a slight nod of his head. His skin tingled where she touched his hand, but he didn't let any reaction show on his face.


    When she first looked down at Dodger, a slight bit of anxiety rushed through Ben so quickly it surprised him. It had been a long time since he'd cared what someone else thought of his spirit animal but something about this girl made him care. When she didn't recoil in fear or even take a step back, he let out a relieved chuckle and ran his hand through his hair, the light catching the scar and making it look dark and jagged in the dimness of the bar. "Um, yeah. This is Dodger. Dodger say hi." Nudging the large beast with his toe, he simply received an awkward sounding yawn growl mix before the tiger raised its head and stared at the girl in front of them. He stretched his head forward and sniffed her before twitching his ears and raising up to his full height. Unsure what the predictable tiger might do, Ben stood to his full height as well, towering over most of the people in the bar and standing almost as tall as the polar bear he'd seen walk by earlier. As he watched, however, Dodger simply did the same the wolf had done to him, sniffing the girl's hand before rubbing his head against her bare thigh. Once he was done suggesting he was okay with her, he turned his attention to the wolf, twitching his ears again as he studied the canine carefully with pierced golden eyes. Relieved, Ben let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and smiled. "Dodger usually hates people. Nice to see him actually taking to someone for a change." Looking up as people started pairing off to dance, Ben laughed a little uneasily before looking back at her and rubbing the back of his head. "I don't suppose you'd like to dance?" The offer sounded cheesy as soon as he made it, but it was already out there so instead of taking it back, he waited for her answer anxiously.

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    ✘ Bethany Nyxon Wilde

    let me live that fantasy—


    ooc: text here


    ic: The change in pace of the music did nothing to stifle Nyx's energy as the party went on. Her blood was rushing and her heart was pounding in her chest and she just needed a warm body to hold close while she rode out the high she'd gotten during her performances. As she moved through the crowd, though, no one stood out to her. Everyone paired off on their own so instead of worrying about it, the young woman simply danced by herself, Coop by her side. Running her hand through her hair, she didn't even look bothered out there alone. In fact, it almost looked like she belonged out there, blowing away the dance moves without a single soul to tell her better. She shined perfectly bright on her own. With her eyes closed and her cares thrown to the wind, everyone else slipped away and she didn't realize there was anyone even close to her before the tall man with the cat in his arms bumped into her.


    Breaking out of her trance, Nyx stutter-stepped for just a moment before righting herself. A surprised and amused look settled on her face as she rested her gaze on the man and his animal partner. Without wasting a moment on hesitation, a smooth grin took over her face and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth for just a moment. Laughing at his quick introduction, Nyx threw her hand into her hair again, tugging the curly mess out of her face. "Name's Nyx," she said with a wide grin. "This is Coop. Nice to meet you!" Coop balanced up on his back paws to give Elijah a good sniff before barking and wagging her tail excitedly. "Looks like baby girl likes you! Congrats on passing the sniff test."


    With all the noise and energy bustling around her, Beth could hardly focus on anything, even the cute boy in front of her. Even with the slower song playing overhead, the entire bar was tense with people grinding or making out. It was intoxicating and the young singer wanted to absorb every bit of it. "Dance with me!" she called over the music, extending her human hand to invite him to dance. They could chat while they moved, but she'd never been good at standing still and with all the energy forcing its way through her system right now, well, she needed a release.

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    Addison MontGomery - 19 - Spirit Animal Wolf (Storm)

    Addison laughed brightly as the tiger lazily yawned at her after being prompted to say hello to her. "It's nice to meet you too Dodger" she smiled, a little surprised when the large cat approached her, rubbing his head against her thigh. She allowed her fingers to reach out and gently caress his pelt, it was so soft and beautifully colored. She watched as Storm and Dodger seemed to get themselves acquainted with each other, it was so odd for her to see the wolf not growling, Storm almost always deterred men from getting too close to Addison, so what was different about this one? Well he was devastatingly handsome, that was for sure, but she highly doubted that was the reason Storm was so eager to approach him. His words took her by surprise, he wanted to dance? With her? She couldn't hide the smile that blossomed on her pink lips, pushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear as she stared at Benjamin. Ocean blue eyes stared back at his mesmerizing brown irises, "Um, yeah....Yeah I'd love to" she nodded gently, that girlish pink blush still touching her cheeks.


    She took his hand gently and led him towards the dance floor, allowing the gentle beat of the slow music to wash over her. The melody was sweet and melancholy in a romantic way, it spoke of longing and desire, hopeless romance. She realized that while she was towing Benjamin behind her, her dress would most definitely reveal the intricate wolf tattoo she had been born with on her right shoulder, her tie to Storm. Addison's heart began racing as she made her way onto the dance floor, sliding past people and animals alike and finally turning around to face Ben. She blushed not knowing exactly what to do, in all honesty she had never been asked to slow dance before but if it was anything like the movies... She gently laced her arms around Benjamin's neck. He was almost a foot taller than her, but she had long delicate limbs that gently pressed against his skin. Her breath hitched as she felt him slowly wrap his arms around her small waist. He was so tall and strong, she could feel it in his grip, the way he held her, his hands were large and solid, it made her feel small and fragile, almost like a doll.


    The two swayed in time to the beat of the music, slowly and intimately. She felt like she was floating on air and couldn't stop smiling as she looked up into his hypnotizing eyes, she didn't even notice she was staring until he smiled back at her and she quickly looked away, embarrassed. Her eyes searched around for Storm over Ben's shoulder, he was circling Dodger playfully. The two animals seemed to really be hitting it off and she smiled. "Turn around" she whispered gently, her lips so close to Ben's ear that they almost brushed his skin. She watched as the taller boy turned away to look at their spirit animals, she stifled a giggle as Storm happily licked Dodger, prancing down into a downward dog position and wagging his tail playfully. "I think they like each other" she laughed, and bit her lip as she wondered what that said about her and Ben. If their spirit animals had taken so kindly to each other... did that mean they would hit it off as well? Slowly she laid her head against Ben's chest, she could hear his heart beat, steady and gentle. She felt like her own heart was about to beat out of her chest. "You smell good..." she giggled, mumbling into his shirt, it was true. He smelt clean and fresh, like sandalwood and rain. She liked being so close to him, although she was afraid it wouldn't last much longer as the song drew to a close.


    x anastasia vadimovna - red fox



    ooc; hey guys ! sorry the post is a bit rough, I was a bit short on time


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    ic; Anastasia slowly stepped out of her shower, wrapping a pure white towel around her soaking wet body. As tiny water droplets escaped from the maze of ginger hair and splattered onto the tiles, the girl tilted her head back and sighed closing her eyes. Do I really want to go out tonight, she asked herself as a small puddle of water started forming at her feet. A few seconds later, almost as if snapping back into reality, Anastasia's grey-blue eyes opened as she walked over the her mirror and used her hand defog the mirror. Carefully patting herself down with the towel Ana slipped on the sleeveless red dress and started blowdrying her hair, eventually giving up after seeing the time. The auburn haired girl carefully inspected her figure in the mirror. I could lose a few pounds she told herself before turning off the cramped bathroom's lights and heading out the door of her 200 square foot apartment. It wasn't much, but it was home for now.


    Ana sped down the four flights of stairs, occasionally waving or smiling at a neighbor she knew. She wondered how grueling the walk back up would be, most likely drunk or somehow intoxicated, or if she would even go back up the stairs that night. No one knows what the future holds, she thought to herself, almost giggling at how much she sounded like her grandmother. Roza, her spirit animal, obediently followed behind her, the fox's matching red fur softly blowing due to the air currents rushing up the spiral of stairs every time someone opened the door. The half ukrainian girl, eventually making it to the bottom of the apartment complex and still accompanied by Roza, looked around the dimly lit streets of her neighborhood.


    She slowly walked along the sidewalk, blocking out the noise of other, already drunk college students roaming around. Walking alone had always made her feel some sort of deep anxiety that she didn't really know how to explain, Anastasia tried to focus on her breathing as she continued to walk, in and out, in and out, she told herself as she tried to calm herself. As Roza's soft red fur caressed the side of her legs, everything seemed to get better. In the distance she could already begin to hear the club's music. As the door of the club became visible Anastasia began scavenging through her small white leather bag for her terribly cheap looking fake ID. I hope they will let me pa- unable to finish her thought, her eyes jolted up as she felt her bare exposed shoulder collide with the strong frame of a young man. "oh my god I'm so sorry" Anastasia blurted, scrambling to pick up her fallen fake id. This however was interrupted the the loud breathing of a lion? she asked herself, immediately bouncing back up to her feet and meeting two piercing blue eyes. "sh*t, ah I'm really really sorry I'm just really clumsy sometimes" the young girl attempted to explain clearly noticing the man wincing in pain. As Ana slowly re-composed herself and as a smile crept onto her face she said "let me get you a drink or something, its the least I can do".




    Barnaby Challis

    Running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop

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    IC:

    The club was arguably the shittiest place Bunny could ever find himself at, yet here he was; three drinks in and sitting alone at a table. It all started out as his friends dragging him out because 'he needed to live a little'- he was living plenty! He went to parties, got drunk, and went to fast food places at three in the morning for some drunk food. He was a bright and happy young man, but places like these made him uncomfortable. Having all of these people so close to him made his shoulders tense and caused his body to shrink into a corner. He didn't like small spaces- he hated them so much it hurt. So, being in this club wasn't ideal for him- but he endured. He thought his friends would of stayed with him and wanted to have a good time, but turns out they dragged him along and ditched him to go dance and grind on the dance floor. So, here he was, sitting alone at a table, sketchbook out, and Dexter sitting on his lap. The small river otter was merely sitting patiently, curled up on his human's lap and watching the animals and people around them. Dex was a devious little lad, but even he knew that his owner wasn't feeling well in this situation. So, instead of causing mischief and running off to meet new animals, the small animal stayed on Bun's lap. Every so often he would nudge the freckled boy, making him smile and pull the Otter closer. Dex was by friend the best one he had gotten, and his spirit animal meant the world to him. Sure, everyone said that, but Barnaby wasn't joking. Dexter was the one he held after his father and mother's arguments got out of hand; when his father decided he was being too annoying and beat his youngest son a little too much. When his mother just watched it happen and left to go get another drink. Of course his two older siblings had it much worse, but at least they had each other. Well, until Bunny decided to run from his problems and go away to college. A real adult more.


    Snapping out of his little trance, his smokey blue hues scanned the darkened room as the band on stage rocked out. He had to admit- this band was pretty great. They had such an energizing and pleasing vibe to them that it made the small boy's experience a little better. His eyes would scan the crowd, watching the males dance with the females and sometimes other guys. Dammit- why did he have to move to a place where all the guys were so damn hot yet all of them were mostly straight? His daddy and mommy issues caused him to crave another being's affections, yet every guy he has come across to date has been straighter than a damn wooden ruler. He was holding out hope that one of these days he would find someone, but his luck was terrible and he found that out quickly. Sure, he has had relationships in the past, but he had repressed them to the point of hardly recognizing their names or faces. He couldn't tell you why, but Bunny could take a wild guess and say it wasn't for a good reason. Grabbing his glass off the table, the brunette polished off his third drink before setting his glass back down. He was tipsy enough to take the edge off, but he could still feel the beat vibrating in his heart and his mind clouded by the closing in walls. So, he began to sketch in the dim lighting of the club. While the lighting was indeed awful, he was able to make out faces of certain people, his own paper, and what he was sketching. He loved sketching faces, and he would often do so of people he found attractive; meaning his sketchbook was full of a bunch of headshots of men he found hot. Was it a little creepy? Maybe to those who didn't know he was an artist.


    As the music finally came to a halt, the noise in the club overtook the silence. The music started back up again, but this time it was slower; a slow song, of course. He looked up from the random man he decided to sketch, watching as people paired off and began either making out or grossly slow dancing on the floor. A pang of envy flowed through his system, forcing himself to look away with a slight huff. He was jealous that he had no one to do that with, and god he hoped a girl didn't ask him to dance- that was always awkward saying no to them. Bunny wasn't unattractive by any means- he had the tendency to attract unwanted attention; female attention. So, the boy sunk further into his chair, deciding to continue sketching the male he found in the crowd. Dexter chirped softly from the other's lap, head-butting his small head against Barnaby's chin affectionately. The freckled male smiled softly, his right hand reaching down to pet the Otter. "I'm fine Dex- don't worry about me. We'll go home soon, okay?" He mumbled to the little creature, gaining a few squeaks in return. He would at least wait for his friends to return to their table before going home- unless something or someone else wanted him to stay.


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    ✘ DELORIS LORENA SOUTH

    Two of the largest spirit animals had marched away from the bar; a man and his tiger went to dance with some girl, and the one with a lion exited the building as a whole. Dell let out a breath, slightly relaxed by the departure of two spirit animals she deemed dangerous. Perhaps she would interact with them later, find out if they'd be the ones she'd cheer for during tournaments, but for the time being her eyes landed on a nearby lonesome soul, busy writing something - no, drawing - on the counter. She raised her brows. Who would come to a bar on such a busy night to sit quietly and draw?


    Dell slid over into a chair next to the man's, peering at his spirit animal, an otter. She smiled at the small thing, mildly pleased that the mammal was no real threat to the giant bird that was still seated on his own stool. "Hey," She interrupted his work, "What are you drawing?" The woman glanced over his shoulder, trying to catch sight of whatever he was drawing, and managed to gaze at some marvelous work of a man's face. She quietly waited for him to answer, not wanting to intrude on his personal space, but also intrigued as to why he placed himself in a bar.


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    ✘ ELIJAH JAMES MALTA

    Nyx! Of course this stunning woman had such a fitting name she'd answer to. Elijah repeated her name out loud, then turned his attention back to the dog at her side, who very curiously gave him a good scent check before seemingly marking her approval. He laughed, then dumped an equally pleased Mollie back onto the floor at their feet. She wouldn't fight with this dog, evidently; instead the caracal paced around Nyx, rubbing comfortably against the girl and crawling underneath Coop.


    With the music thrumming smoothly through him and the body heat of other dancers radiating around him, Eli felt like he belonged in the middle of the chaos with a person who easily outshined him. Her energy carried around the room and he was appreciative to have found someone as spontaneous as he could be, not to mention talented enough to rule the stage. Eli gladly took her hand when she reached out, immediately stepping close for comfortable, personal dancing during the slow song. He kept space between them, though it was never much - it's lucky to find even an inch of space in the middle of a tight dance floor - but he wasn't afraid to keep his hand on hers in the event she wanted to bring herself closer. He kept his face close to hers to talk, watching her bright eyes to read what boundaries she had in place.


    "You sing here a lot, I've noticed." He talked over the crowd as well as he could. "How do you stay awake during the slow songs after?" He joked with a grin, knowing that after an energetic performance he would be worn out. He glanced down occasionally to check on Mollie, but the cat seemed content on minding her own business and people watching the crowd around her. The cat could take care of herself, Eli knew; it was time for him to relax and acquaint with the curly-haired beacon in front of him.

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    ✘ Benjamin Amadeus Wilde

    something big I feel it happening, out of my control—


    ooc: Sorry for the wait and low quality of the post, I just really wanted to get something written ^_^"


    ic: Standing at his full height, the top of Addison's head barely passed Ben's shoulders. He must've been nearly a foot taller than her but as she dragged him out onto the dance floor he could've been light as a feather and blind to the rest of the world. Never in his life had the 21 year old had such an instant connection with anyone and to a certain degree it was terrifying. Still, as they came together on the dance floor, her arms around his neck and his hands resting firmly and comfortably on her waist, he threw caution to the wind and focused on the incredible way they fit together. Smiling softly down at her, he watched her stunning blue eyes as they gently swayed back and forth with the music. He could've lived in that moment forever, forget tournament season, forget the past, forget it all and just focus on her.


    As they danced, he leaned down just so he could be closer to her. He enjoyed her scent and he enjoyed the warmth of her body next to his. When she pointed out their spirit animals hitting it off, he looked over and grinned his crooked grin, chuckling softly, his fingers tightening on her waist. "I've never seen Dodger tolerate anyone that long. He hardly even likes having me around sometimes." The big tiger was often moody and temperamental but he seemed to be handling the white wolf with a level of patience Ben had rarely seen him practice with other people and animals. While he had sat back down, looking like royalty in the dim lighting as he flicked his tail and held his head high, watching the wolf jump around him playfully, there was a glint of amusement in the old cat's eyes that filled his human partner with confidence.


    Feeling her rest her head against his chest, Ben drew his cocoa brown eyes down to watch her again. Her red hair cascading down her back... the brilliantly intricate wolf tattoo peaking over the hem of her dress against her pale skin... She was incredible. When she spoke her voice vibrated against his sternum and the butterflies in his stomach go crazy. As the words she'd spoken registered, he laughed, drawing the attention of a few couples close to them. "Thanks. I find smelling good attracts some very interesting people..." This time his voice was softer as he spoke, a light smile on his face, and a very mesmerized look in his eyes. Even as the song started to fade off and come to an end, it took a few good moments for Benjamin to realize the slow moving song was shifting into something else, more upbeat and more his sister's style. For the first time since Addison had wandered up to him at the bar, he realized he hadn't even been thinking about Nyx or watching out for trouble in the bar. As people started bouncing and grinding and getting lost in the music again, Ben did a quick scan of the room, trying to find his crazy trouble-magnet sister. Between her above-average height and her crazy head of hair she wasn't too hard to spot. As he found her, relief lifted the weight from his chest and he turned his attention back to the girl before him. "Can I buy you a drink?" he shouted over the music, his voice barely audible as the noise level increased once again.

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    ✘ Bethany Nyxon Wilde

    let me live that fantasy—


    ooc: text here


    ic: With the lights down low and the slow beat of the music coursing through her veins, Nyx intertwined her fingers with Elijah's and stepped closer to him on the dance floor. Resting her hands gently on his shoulders, she stared up into his face and grinned the grin that drove her brother crazy. Swaying slowly to the music, she closed her eyes and let her body move and breathed in the humid air. Normally anyone who'd just performed with as much heart and soul up on that stage as she had would be covered in sweat and dying from the stuffy atmosphere of the club. Nyx had learned long ago to dress for the occasion, wearing clothes that would allow her to move freely and breathe without overheating. Tonight that was a loose white crop-top and a pair of torn-to-shreds black jeans with tennis shoes on her feet for maximum comfort. So instead of overheating and sweating like a pig, the young woman was comfortable and effortlessly beautiful, riding high on her energy from the night.


    The longer they danced the more comfortable Nyx got with Eli, gradually getting closer to him until their chests touched. She never stopped smiling and whenever her eyes were open, she was staring up into his eyes with a light of curiosity. When he spoke to her, she laughed a little. "It's like being on drugs. I perform and my adrenaline soars. I ride that high for hours before coming down." In all the time she'd been doing this, Bethany Nyxon had yet to come across a night where she wasn't completely drunk on the feeling of euphoria that came from singing in front of a bizarrely large crowd of people. In her 21 years of life, she'd never found anything that created that feeling inside of her quite the same way.


    Finally holding herself up close to him, her arms wrapped loosely around his waist, she looked up at him and tilted her head to the side slyly. "Does that mean you've been watching me?" Her tone was teasing, though she was genuinely curious as to how much he'd been paying attention. She'd never seen him before as far as she could tell, but then, everyone seemed to fade away when she was performing and faces weren't easy to remember after a night of drinking, dancing, and partying in a dark, crowded room. Still, he was cute and she was pretty sure she'd remember him had they met before. As the song started to change again and the mood of the room changed, Nyx seemed to light up like a kid on Christmas morning. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth again, she smiled like a mad woman and let the music take control. Holding onto his hands, she spun and swayed to the newly sped up tempo, laughing and grinning the entire time. Coop barked and bounced slightly on her haunches, watching as the humans danced together without a care in the world.

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    Addison MontGomery - 19 - Spirit Animal Wolf (Storm)

    Addison looked up at Ben as she heard the music change into a far more upbeat and energetic song. She smiled a bit and watched as he shouted over the loud music, offering to buy her a drink. She blushed immediately biting her lip, "I'm nineteen..." she admitted with a sheepish laugh. She watched Ben's face for any sign of reaction, would he be embarrassed to be with a younger girl, surprised, annoyed?She admittedly probably shouldn't have been in the bar in the first place, but she had chased after Storm and nobody had bothered to ID her. She hoped Ben didn't mind that she was younger than him, he was heart breakingly gorgeous and didn't want to ruin this simply because of her age. "I do like sherley temples though" she grinned, referring to the non-alcoholic, cherry flavored drink. Slowly, she laced her fingers with his, holding his hand as she led him off the dance floor and back towards the bar. Storm trotted after her, nuzzling Dodger once before realizing that if the big cat didn't want to move he probably couldn't make him.


    After ordering her drink, the bartender set down a carbonated red liquid in front of her with a couple cherries sitting in the glass, she sipped it and smiled, it was sweet and refreshing. She turned her head and watched as Dodger and Storm made their way over and it occurred to Addison for the first times that with a spirit animal like Dodger, Benjamin was bound to have been subjected to the tournaments. Her brother had spent the whole day training today, she wondered if there would be a chance that her brother and Ben would fight each other... she hoped not. "So are you and Dodger... in the tournaments?" she asked gently, approaching the subject warily. Her blue eyes flicked down to look at her drink, her thick lashes framing her eyes perfectly as she blinked. "I got my first summons this year... They want Storm and I to compete in tier 2..." she trailed off, looking at her white wolf sadly. "I've never... I mean I've watched my brother before but I..." she sighed, pushing a lock of blonde hair behind hear ears with a shrug. "Im not much of a fighter." She admitted sheepishly.


    She tried to change the subject, as she sipped on her drink, and glanced back at Ben again, her blue eyes sparkling as her eyes seemingly wandered over his body. While he certainly was chiseled to perfection, she wasn't eyeing him up for the reason that one might expect, rather, she was admiring his tattoos. Absentmindedly, her hand reached out to touch his left arm, it was covered in a beautiful and intricate sleeve of flowers and other designs. Her fingers gently stroked his skin, "It's amazing..." she tilted her head, wondering how long it had taken him to get it done. "I always wanted another tattoo but... I don't know what I'd get" she laughed, twirling a piece of her hair absentmindedly. She turned her head once again to see Dodger and Storm seemingly laying down together, as if they were napping. She had never seen her spirit animal take to someone else's like that, let alone so quickly. Her eyes flicked back to Ben, staring deeply into his cocoa eyes, "I've never met anyone like you before" she admitted, a strawberring pink blush rising to her pale cheeks.


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    Lucas MontGomery - 21 - Spirit Animal Lion (Ash)


    Just as Lucas was making his way out of the bar, following the large lion in front of him he felt a small and petite frame smash into his right arm. He let out a grunt of pain, wincing as the gash he had gotten today during training throbbed from the irritation. He could tell Ash felt the pain too as the lion let out a low growl only to stop and see a small fox scamper underneath him. He lifted his paw curiously staring down at the little red creature before Lucas turned to look at the human the fox belonged to. He was caught off guard by a flash of red hair and grey eyes, the girl was rather beautiful, and he shamelessly looked her up and down, the red dress she was wearing definitely showed off her figure. She seemed to be staring at Ash, who was panting gently, no doubt the large cat had caught her by surprise, "Don't worry, he doesn't bite... usually." he grinned. But as his eyes wandered down he managed to see the, quite obviously fake ID that she was holding. She offered to buy him a drink and a sly smirk crossed his lips as he raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure you're old enough to be buying me a drink, young lady?" he snickered, he had been about to go home, get some rest after a long day, but some part of him was too intrigued by this girl to just leave now.


    "Come on" he laughed gently, "How about I buy you a drink? Put that thing away before you get caught." he smiled, he had an impish grin, a grin that quite obviously showed he was a trouble maker and proud of it. He led the girl over to the bar, ordering a beer for himself and a vodka soda for the red headed beauty beside him, taking a seat he watched as onlookers fearfully scampered away from the massive lion trailing behind him and simply rolled his eyes at this. "Im Lucas by the way," He held out a hand for her to shake and watched as her delicate hand shook his large and muscular one. Introducing herself as Anastasia, "Pretty name" he remarked, taking a sip of his beer and watching as her little red fox scampered around. The pair seemed perfectly matched, both of them had striking red hair and mesmerizing eyes. He had to admit, this was his fourth beer of the night, and while he wasn't anywhere near drunk he was beginning to feel the warm and fuzzy feeling that alcohol usually provided.


    After a while he managed to catch Ana looking at his bandaged arm and smiled, "training," he explained. Him and Ash had had a tough day today, but it felt good to relax, to let loose with a stranger, an albeit very attractive stranger. "We don't like to lose" he shrugged with a laugh, before his face straightened. "although, evidently neither did that bear" he laughed a bit, and Ash growled lowly, licking the wound that was on his own arm.


    x anastasia vadimovna - red fox


    ooc; text


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    ic; Taking her eyes away from the covered wound and back onto Lucas's muscular figure, the red headed girl slowly sipped on her vodka soda, allowing the harsh and bubbly liquid make its way down her throat before taking one final large gulp, leaving the glass empty on the sleek wooden bar. ""although, evidently neither did that bear" she heard him say over the loud music and let out a little laugh. "So you're here for the tournament right ?" Anastasia assumed as she watched the magnificent yet imposing lion gently play with her spirit animal. As he evidently answered yes she smiled and looked at the bar tender, signaling him to get them another round. She wasn't really in the mood for small talk but the chiseled face and piercing blue eyes made up for it.


    The neon light illuminating the club, Ana's grey eyes darted around observing the different people. She eventually fell on a large tiger and watched for a second before turning her attention back to what she was really here for. "Do you think you can win? Being in tier three and everything, you have some pretty serious competition" the girl said alluding to the obvious injury on his shoulder and the large bengal tiger not even a few meters away from them. Not really caring that much about his answer Anastasia looked the boy up and down and thought to herself he could definitely make tonight fun.


    As her thoughts focused, she blurted out most likely interrupting Lucas "You want to get out of here?". She watched him for a second before looking around making sure no one was looking at them. The girl leaned against the bar and as discreetly as she could after having two vodka sodas snatched a bottle of gin, quickly putting it in her bag. Hoping off of the bar stool, and flashing a smile at Lucas, Anastasia turned around, her bright red hair flowing behind her.







    x maddox king- grizzly bear




    ooc; sorry about the small post, im not really used to this character yet


    ic; Maddox slowly walked through the doors of the club, taking in the loud music and the smell of sweat and alcohol mixed together. The crowd parted letting the 350 kg grizzly bear walking besides the boy easily make their way to the back of the club where a small group of guys, probably around 4 college student greeted Maddox with several welcoming handshakes. The black haired boy sat himself down at the table and smiled as the mass of brown fur laid down besides him with a thump, scaring away the seemingly small Rottweiler that belonged to one of the boys named Jack. "yo, you see the guys with the lion and big a*s tiger on your way in" Jack said pointing at Benjamin. Maddox look behind him and shrugged, not to fazed by the massive feline.


    After a several beers, 2 shots of vodka, and a few laughs the now intoxicated boys all looked at Maddox. "Yo Mad, you got what we asked for?" one one of the young adults asked. "Thought you would never ask" Maddox replied with a sly grin as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out two ziplocks. His steely blue eyes quickly examining the white powder in one and brick orange pills in the other. "I think this will do" he said putting the money laid on the wooden table into his back pockets. Ace, as if knowing their business was done here gave one last low grown to the Rottweiler still hiding under a chair and pushed himself up just as Maddox pushed his chair back and simultaneously got up.






    AND I CAN'T CHANGE INTO A PERSON I DON'T WANNA BE SO — OH IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT

    Bars were not the ideal place for Max, not without his friends. And those friends he had were his cavalry of brothers and a single friend sharing his college experience. That friend was either studying or being cornered by his father over a detail that didn't meet his perfectionist ways. Max had purposefully chosen a college separate from his brothers, only to regret it now. Max was restless, his homestead lavish compared to cramped apartments, but the monotony of returning to it after periods of college classes took its toll. Even if he was going to walk in and be disgusted by the place, at least he would have made the refreshing walk at night interrupting his repetitive lifestyle by some minute manner.


    You could say he was poorly dressed for the setting. An off-white sweater, dark jeans that only had a few days wear, and tan sheepskin loafers. A pair of black framed glasses completing the look of "Hi, I'm a Dad." The moments of him squeezing through the establishments door were met with swift glances for those able and caring enough to make themselves aware of his added presence. Max was peachy, bright smiled to the masses and with no one discerning the sanctuary in his chest, perturbed and ready for that drink. He did a curt nod, somewhere between casual and brisk moved to the counter to order a butterscotch schnapps and a... bucket of peanuts. No, max would not find it weird if he got curious glances, they were earned. To the most expressive of faces he offered a small explanation, "The nuts are for Bucky," he shrugged, "Poor guy had to stay home."


    Max could mingle, but the robust and raucous atmosphere made him aloof. The 5'8 gentleman was used to elegant gatherings, business meetings, and the orderliness of court. The rowdiest events he had ever been to were family related (which could get rowdy in their own right). Max didn't know anyone or right off the bat he didn't mind talking to, not that becoming a lawyer was interesting to everyone in the first place. He wasn't here to network either or entertain anyone's sob stories or what person they were after tonight. All that in mind, it was a quick and easy decision to make that he was not going to have his drink at the bar. That left tables and the dance floor. The thought of him or someone spilling liquid on his sweater, no, there would be no dancing on the floor tonight. Dark brown eyes, made darker by lack of natural light, surveyed the amount of open tables and booths. All of which had at least a couple or more people and their spirit companions seated. Well, this place must do well in business.


    But Maximilian was not going to call it quits, a table with just a man and woman with relatively smaller animal friends would be making room for one more partner-less stranger. Not so smoothly Max invited himself to the table, slaying any possibility of being refused if it were to surface. In one hand his tin bucket of peanuts and the other hand held his schnapps like the Holy Grail, planted his tush and released a satisfying sigh. The Bucket was unceremoniously rested on the table and the dark haired man took a drink, while eyes measured their reactions. There was a pause, at least one felt by Max. The fit sir winced from the drink and almost apologetically, but leveled, "I'm sorry, my manners, I'm Max," he gestured to himself, and then took another survey of the room "Wow, it's really busy here. Do you guys come here often?"







    I PRAY FOR THE WICKED ON THE WEEKEND - MAMA CAN I GET ANOTHER AMEN

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    Barnaby Challis

    Running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop

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    Bunny wasn't sure what was going to occur as the night carried on, but it surely wasn't what he had gotten. He was just mindlessly drawing another face when a voice sounded in his left ear. His head snapped up from his work, eyes darting over to see a woman peering over his shoulder at his drawings. He felt a wave of embarrassment flush over his freckled cheeks, thanking every god out there that the club was dark enough to cover it. He cleared his throat and put his pencil down, looking down at his own work as he spoke. "Oh, just the faces of strangers I see in the crowd that I find attractive- keeps me busy enough while my friends are no doubt getting drunk and having fun." He explained, offering a meek smile to the female. He wasn't the best at talking to anyone in general, but he found it easier to do so with women over men. At least he wouldn't get nervous out of his mind like he would if an attractive man tried to talk to him. The otter on his lap squeaked slightly, moving to stand up on the male's lap. The brunette chuckled and scratched behind Dexter's ear, watching the river otter turn it's head and croon happily. He was a weird little animal, but he loved him nonetheless.


    He was about to ask the female what her name was when the sound of a bucket settling on the table distracted him, eyes moving to look at whoever created the noise. His eyes widened a little bit when they settled upon an attractive man, watching as he sat down at his table. His mouth went dry as his brain tried to function properly, listening as the man apologized for his lack of manners before introducing himself. Max- the name fit him quite well, actually. gulping thickly, it took a moment for his brain cells to begin turning before he spoke. "A-Ah you are fine- no one was sitting there anyway. I'm Barnaby and this is Dexter." He explained, voice hitching slightly from nervousness. What? He wasn't used to handsome men coming over to him and sitting with him! He got nervous! His eyes darted back to the female he had just met as well, not sure who to look at or who to talk to. As the other man posed the question of if they came here often, Barnaby shrugged his shoulders. "I try not to- it's too loud. I'd rather be at home reading or drawing, but my friends dragged me out here and well- here I am." He explained slowly, watching as Dexter eyed the bucket on the table curiously. The river Otter was ever so curious and friendly, but boy could he pack a mean punch; he could crack clams with his teeth, after all. That's the whole reason he is a tier one animal- his little jaws can be a bit more than harmless.


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    Salem O'Finn

    He's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in

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    Salem was a pretty well balanced person; some nights they would stay home, and others they would get black-out drunk with their friends- a healthy mix, if you ask them. Currently, tonight was one of those nights where Sal didn't want to get black out drunk, but they needed a drink. By her side trotted along Joker, who was sniffing at everything they passed and yipping as he did so. The brunette rolled their eyes playfully as their spirit animal 'laughed' at seemingly nothing, whistling to get his attention. "Come on Chuckles, the bar club is up this way." They hummed, effectively drawing the African Hyena to their side. It was rare to see the two apart from one another, but that was to be expected of most people and their spirit animals. Within a few more minutes, they had reached the club.


    Getting in was easy- Sal knew the bouncer and sweet talked him into letting them in even though they were under age. Well- they would be turning twenty-one soon, after all, and the bouncer was a friend of theirs. Once inside, the brunette made their way to the bar and took a seat on one of the several bar stools. Joker sat at the foot of the stool, eyes watching the numerous people pass by with occasional yips or noises. Sal ordered a whiskey on the rocks- the one drink they loved to consume when on their own. They were never much of a fruity drink person- they liked their alcohol straight and strong. Once the glass was in their hands, it was brought to their mouth without a second to lose. With a few of these, Salem would be happily tipsy in a few hours. One hand lazily dropped down to stroke Joker's head, who yipped and laughed in response before licking at the appendage happily. When they got home, Sal would have to pull out some meat to give their beloved Hyena as a treat for being so good at the club. Hazel eyes moved languidly around the dance floor, watching as people sucked faces and danced together drunkingly. Sal knew they were far from the stereotypical person, but watching all this go down was nice. Maybe with enough drinks, they would get out there and find someone to dance with.

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    Thee library. That's where Hunter and Strider could usually be found. Hunter loved researching, and Strider loved being with Hunter. The two shared a close bond, stronger than that of partners. They were kin, brothers the other never had. Hunter scoffed, thinking of Ayasi. Strider whimpered and stood up. Hunter tried to keep a straight face as the black furred wolf lowered his head and continuously butted Hunter on the shoulder.


    Hunter sighed and turned to face the wolf. Strider raised his muzzle and started growling. Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Don't talk to me that way!" Strider pushed his muzzle closer and licked Hunter's face. The brown hair male closed his eyes. "One, two..." Strider yipped in delight and took off through the bookshelves. Hunter grabbed his books and headed to the checkout.


    "Ah, Hunter! How are you today?" The librarian asked. Hunter smiled. "Good morning, Miss Smith. I'm doing- Strider, put that down!" Hunter laughed, as the wolf snatched a wolf plushie from a shelf in the kid's corner. Miss Smith chuckled. "Oh, he can keep it. None of the kids treat him properly anyway." Hunter sighed. "Yes, well. Kids are like that, aren't they?" Strider woofed in agreement, causing everyone to laugh.

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    Rogan Weiss

    we chase misprinted lies—

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    He smelled of cheap cologne, sports drinks, and mediocrity. All signs pointed glaringly to fratboy, and Rogan Weiss wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. Below the glowing neon sign they all crowded: A group of women by the entrance to the bar, chatting, giggling and flirting up the young bouncer as the drunk ones always did. The music was deafening, and altogether, he was downright sickened. Nevertheless, Rogan Weiss shuffled up to the crummy little door, to the bar he didn’t want to be at, in front of the bouncer he didn’t want to so much as breath next to. Beyond all laws of understanding, the cologne was even worse up close.


    “Sir, I’m going to have to see some ID…” Rogan felt the clammy grasp of the bouncer on his bare shoulder. So, Mr. Budlight has a pulse after all... Rogan had no intention on stopping- not even for the group of ladies who were waiting before him. But clearly Fratboy had other plans.


    With a surprising amount of drunken grace, Rogan spun his way out of the guy’s grip. His back now to the bar, he spoke slowly with small words for him and the bouncer both to understand. “Look me in the I… and suck my D,” he sassed through gritted teeth. In a matter of seconds, Rogan watched as the flushed red cheeks of the bouncer turn a ghostly white. The bouncer’s gaze had finally landed on the thick black lines of his tattoo, before flickering back to Rogan, then back to his tattoo.


    This conversation was over.

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    Whether he knew them or not, most of the competitors knew Rogan’s face, or at the very least, his tattoo. So naturally, a handful of silent stares greeted him as he entered the establishment. It was something he had grown used to, but never quite comfortable with. You see- people didn’t often forget when one of their own has to watch their spirit animal get slaughtered before an audience of thousands. Things like that tend to stick with you.


    With the chaos, lights, and bodies pulsing all around, you would think this to be the perfect place to let loose, go crazy, and do something stupid. But Rogan was here for business, and put on a strict ‘no stupid’ diet. With only a ten in his back pocket, the young man slumped into the nearest empty bar seat. He flagged the bartender. “Milk, please.”


    The bartender, a petite woman with a blonde ponytail, gave Rogan a look of melodramatic wonder. She set down the glass she was polishing. “Rogan Weiss. Do you mean to tell me that you ingest things other than alcohol??”


    Rogan passed the ten-dollar bill across the counter. He didn’t seem amused. And at the moment, not entirely sober either. “Please, Kate.”


    It was true that Rogan’s story had gained traction in the community. He couldn’t deny it. In fact, it was quite impressive. But if he earned a nickel for every new rumor he heard about himself, Rogan could probably buy out this entire bar. Twice. However, the young martyr had long since lost interest in maintaining credibility. People talked. And people knew him. There was no changing that.


    Kate came back with a tall glass of milk. Kate was a good woman.


    “Westley says I’m too intoxicated during competitions,” Rogan began, shouting over the chaos before the bartender had the chance to not ask. “Says I’m a disruption. That I need to get my turbulence out in places where its 'socially acceptable' before I show up to the meets… So he gave me this.”


    Rogan pushed the ten closer. Kate took it, but not without a puzzled look. “But… you hate drinking at bars…”


    Rogan nodded. Hence the milk. “The bastard threatened to take away my tournament pass.” The begrudged man took a hard swig of cold milk, thanking Kate before she moved onto her next customer. “Keep the change.”


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    sorry for the length- also the fancypost department is a bit of a wip now. will refine later :-*


    ps. aaalso idk who westley and kate are i just made em up right here on the spot so feel free to love em, kill em, or use em for yo own purposes fam
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    ✘ Benjamin Amadeus Wilde

    something big I feel it happening, out of my control—


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    ic: Warmth continued to spread throughout Benjamin's skin as Addison led him back to the bar. Dodger looked on boredly as the giant of a boy easily moved through the crowd, holding his head high while watching carefully where he was going. As they got back to their seats, it registered to Ben that she'd said she was only 19. Raising an eyebrow, he grinned crookedly. "Shirley Temple it is," he grinned before flagging the bar tender and ordering an ice water for him and a drink for her. Ben had been called out for drinking water in the bar before. People always offered to buy him real drinks or made fun of him for being a light-weight, but with all the surgeries he'd been through as a kid and the liver damage he still had to work around today... well, it was just better for everyone that he stay away from the booze.


    When she started talking again, he tried his best to listen over the music. In his mind he thought about asking her if she wanted to go somewhere quieter, but he didn't want that to come across wrong and besides that, he was supposed to be watching the club, keeping people from fighting or getting into any other kind of trouble. Doing a quick glance around the room, he looked back at her as she finished asking about the tournaments. "We're in Tier 3," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as the bar tender brought their drinks. Nodding to the man, he took a sip of his water before continuing. "We've competed for the past three years but someone's managed to beat us out every year."


    As much of a powerhouse animal as the tiger was, winning nearly every fight he got into, someone had managed to catch them by surprise every year. Those memories literally hurt, thinking back on them. There was the polar bear the first year... the pair hadn't stood a chance against that thing. Then there was the white tiger. Had Ben been smarter they could've won that year, but the other guy was older and more experienced and Ben and Dodger just hadn't been able to stand up to it. Ben would've made an appeal except that Dodger's leg was hurt pretty bad after the fight and he didn't see the point of forcing him to keep going. They took the loss and went home. Then there was last year. That fight had been frustrating. By all accounts, they should've beaten that stupid jaguar to the ground and they would have without question had the boy not cheated. Shaking his head a bit, Ben refocused on Addison. She was obvously nervous and he doubted telling her about his near wins would make her feel better. "It's not too bad, really... I think it's worse in Tier 3 than the others most of the time. But you'll be in the same tier as my sister and her dog. They're pretty tough but they don't fight to kill... It's been a while since an animal's died during the tournaments." He tried to soothe any fear she might've had, but he doubted his words were very effective. The tournaments sucked and that was just a fact... No amount of sugar coating would actually help her in any way.


    Benjamin was beyond relieved when Addison changed the subject again, commenting on his tattoos. Smile returning to his face, he looked down proudly at his ink. "Thanks, I've always enjoyed the process and the results speak for themselves." The ink looked good and he wasn't afraid to acknowledge that. When she commented on wanting more tattoos, he laughed a little. "Well, if you come up with something you want, let me know. I know a great artist a few blocks over. She's a goddess with the needle." Suddenly, Dodger was growling at his feet and Ben tensed. Looking down, he missed the last thing she'd said, following the tiger's eyes to a corner of the club not too far from where they were. Squinting against the dim, flashing lights, the tall young man tried to figure out what was going on before his jaw tightened in frustration. Turning back to Addison, he pressed his lips together seriously. For a moment it was like he was having this inward battle with himself before finally the responsible side of him won out. "I'm sorry about this. I'll be right back. There's... there's something I have to handle." Without further explanation, he and Dodger made his way through the crowd. People practically jumped out of his way when they saw the brooding tiger at his side. Clenching his fists and running through what he needed to say in his head, he marched straight up to the gang of guys hiding in the corner and cleared his throat loudly. "Hey. We don't allow drugs in this bar. If you're gonna do that crap, take it somewhere else." Besides the fact that Jonas was basically a tree, he had a 500 lb cat at his side that wasn't very patient on the best of days. Normally this would be enough to scare the pants off of anyone, but the man he was talking to directly... well, the grizzly wasn't exactly looking like the most peaceful animal he could be dealing with.

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    DELORIS LORENA SOUTH

    The young man drawing was a sheepish character, in Dell's mind, and she found this both cute and a bit unsettling. She was thrown off by his contentedness in just working on art in the middle of a busy bar, but she didn't show her confusion. Instead she smiled lightly, appreciating his honest answer. "I don't blame you, then, that's a good-looking man." She commented. Before either of them could introduce themselves another man waltzed over, welcoming himself into another chair just as she had earlier. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, waiting for the newcomer to give some sort of introduction, which he must have picked up on since he apologized for the intrusion.


    Dell kept quiet as the two men introduced themselves, and when Barnaby gave her a quick glance, she cocked her brows knowingly at the suddenly tensed individual. In the following pause she added in her own introduction, bouncing her eyes between Max and Barnaby knowingly. "I'm Dell, the big bird is Fargo." She directed her hand towards the seabird seated on his own, who seemed to be minding his own business while people-watching. At the next question from Max the woman answered after Barnaby, adding in agreement, "I come every once in a while, when my friends persist on this bar instead of others."


    Though she felt like she didn't belong in the conversation any longer, Dell stayed in it, waiting until there was at least an ample moment to break away and let them mingle on their lonesome. She asked no new questions, especially about Barnaby's artwork, in case he'd be extra embarrassed talking about it in front of a guy. Instead she waited expectantly for one of them to continue the conversation, all while she scanned the room for someone to wander off to. Fargo stayed in her peripherals, as she still feared the growing population of predators in the bar, but she wasn't too worried for the albatross. He'd let her know of any trouble.


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    ELIJAH JAMES MALTA

    It didn't feel long into the slow song for Nyx's personal bubble to seemingly mesh with Elijah's. The space between them was sucked out as they danced, though it was nothing as dramatic as the colliding pairs of grinding young adults. Eli smiled brightly at her response; her comparison to drugs was fitting. He could only imagine the adrenaline and atmosphere combining into one incredible feeling. She was so confident in her energy that it made him feel like he could spend days just dancing and talking to her. Her vibrant appearance only captured his attention even more.


    When she dropped her arms around him he followed suit, holding the middle of her back firmly, though without restraining her against him. Her tease instigated a jokingly offended look to cross his face, and sarcastically he retorted, "What? I watch all of the performers here, don't treat me like a stalker." He rolled his eyes, then broke the attitude and laughed. A bit more seriously he nodded his head, shrugging his shoulders, "You're the standout though."


    Just in time the music changed to a more party-oriented tune, and he gladly followed her lead in twirling her around. The cheery attitude and delightfully fun smile on her face made him laugh. A wide and proud smile stayed on his face while he moved his arm around her shoulders for a moment, in a sort of humored attempt to control her out-of-control bounciness with a silly hug. "You never slow down! You have too much fun, I'm jealous." He teased with a laugh.


    AND I CAN'T CHANGE INTO A PERSON I DON'T WANNA BE SO — OH IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT

    The hustle & bustle of the bar gradually waned into background ambiance. The lady and the sir in front of him taking their turns to provide their own introductions. Even with just basic responses to a couple of easy questions, it seemed like Max was not in the knowing of another conversation being shared between this pair. Their eyes moving swift and doing the talking, a conversation he could not discern. And yet, Max understood he did just meet them and for all he knew he had intruded on something he wasn't meant to. Oops.


    Barnaby seemed a bit awkward if not anxious, or both- they kind of went hand in hand. Very peculiar to Max, he noted the sketchbook and could make out vaguely that the brunette must have been drawing a face. Maybe someone at the bar, maybe not? He wasn't going to pry having only been in their presence for a most of five minutes. The otter in Barnaby's lap seemed to chitter and eye the bucket of peanuts he had placed on the table. Of the other sector of their table, Dell as she introduced herself, appeared well composed to him. Perhaps studying them as he does, sizing up a person not just on strengths but other details that become important and instrumental in a number of ways. Some people would find that intimidating when they recognize it. It was more the knowing in her equally dark ellipses that had him slightly on edge. Still she did not seem like she wished any harm. Her bird though sharp and elegant in it's own nature was occupied with looking around the establishment.


    Max did not bother to hide his chuckle and warm grimace. The irony that the three of them held preferences above this busy bar tickled his soul. He continued on to introduce his own absent friend, doing so as he pointedly tapped the tin bucket of peanuts with two fingers, "My companion's name is Bucky, I don't know if the peanuts gave it away already, but he is an elephant." Those same two fingers slid into the bucket and picked out a single peanut and with a steadiness offered it to the furry critter poised in Barnaby's lap, "And I'm sure he won't mind if you have one of these." Whether or not the river otter took him up on it, the man raised his gaze back to the couple. He wasn't sure if they were together or not and both had mentioned being dragged in by friends. It wasn't a big deal, but he would prefer he not be standing on anyone's toes if he could help it. But if they are a couple, and neither cared to be here, why did they not just leave to do whatever they wanted if they had each other. Huh. He held onto his suspicions and rationalizations, instead prompting Dell and her avian friend, "Is Fargo a fan of nuts?" Some birds were, and some weren't, and Dell's feathered friend wasn't a species he was familiar with despite all the companion cases he had sifted through time and time again.


    A few more sips of his drink and the alcohol was doing it's job. He wasn't shit faced or slurring, but the college student was quite smiley and becoming easily distracted by the people dancing. Ah, I should probably slow my roll now. That was a mature, well behaved thought to have, a common one at that of Max. What he hadn't meant to speak aloud to the duo came out in a humored, silly manner. Head nodding and eyes squinting as if honing in on any stray facial muscles and expressions of theirs; like a teeny-bop gossip girl trying to get the latest scoops on a couple trying to keep things hush-hush. "So... you two are dating?"







    I PRAY FOR THE WICKED ON THE WEEKEND - MAMA CAN I GET ANOTHER AMEN

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    spirit animal; a seven foot, white shire horse name aurora (currently separated, she was put into auction & is currently being used as a logging company)


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    a bitterness seemed to overcast the massive brute wherever he goes, digging its claws so deep into the mans chest that he forever has the scars to prove that they were there. the faintest of a burn washed over artyom’s spine as the day goes on, trickles of metiforical blood would arise against his ink laced skin from where the burn was left. as if someone was taking a twisted rope and whipping him, which in reality is what was happening to this deadly giant. for months artyom has dealt with the pain and suffering of losing his beloved Aurora, a seven foot white shire mare that could easily turn heads just like her partner. this gorgeous beast was taken from artyom and put into auction, sold to the highest bidder and used for god knows what. every since Aurora was ripped away from artyom, he hasn’t left a single stone unturned the day she was taken. artyom will do whatever it takes in order to get her back and believe him when he says he will do anything to get aurora back.


    quiet as a mouse, artyom made his way down the dusty street. the sound of buzzing street lights filled his ears, gripping his bottom lip with his sharpen canines as he reached within his coat pocket and grabbed a packet of cancer sticks. the desperate feeling of needing the nicotine laced sticks began to cloud his frontal lobe, blacken lungs aching for the stinging grey smoke that left a nasty after taste. pulling out the said cancer sticks, artyom placed one between his chapped yet plump lips. gingerly the cigarette glided against his front teeth as he fished around for his favorite lighter, a crimson based lighter with a black traced dragon wrapping around the whole thing. soon enough the tips of his fingers felt the said lighter and soon enough he pulled it out, bringing it up towards his lips and lighting his cigarette. taking a long drag, his damage lungs aching from pleasure as the deadly smoke encased them. as soon as he let the addictive smoke escape from past his lips, his burning lungs gasping for fresh air. artyom closed his eyes for a split moment as he made his way down the street, stuffing his right hand back into his long coat pocket. while his lungs craved the nicotine laced paper, artyom’s corrupted liver craved a different kind of poison.


    then all of a sudden a bright red, glowing sign caught the six foot seven giants attention. a common, hole in the wall kinda bar a place everyone came to at one point during the night. a gentle sigh came past the brutes lips, his urge for good rum trickled down his mind but his liver gave him the final push. rolling his blue eyes, artyom took one final drag from his cigarette before dropping to the ground. taking his heel and putting the flame out, a large cloud of white smoke dispersed from his nostrils, making him seem as if he was some mighty dragon. grunting slightly, artyom let his attention fall back onto the entrance of the bar. loud, muffled music was all that could be heard as one got closer to the brightly light building. drunken idiots were all the eyes could see as artyom made his way, even a completely wasted fool could tell who this giant was. it didn’t take long for a small group of people; who were loud, having a great time it seemed, to zip their lips and simply stare at the scar faced man. seeing how artyom has given himself a bit of a negative reputation, a man that’s been known to rip out people’s tongues.. you get reactions like that most of the time. anyway, all the man could do was roll his eyes. a deep, mangy growl began to crawl from within his throat as he placed a hand against the badly painted wooden door. there was never a door way big enough for artyom, why would there be? he was a freakishly large giant, he needed specially made shoes for crying out loud. but he made do, so as he pushed open the door artyom soon bent down by the waist in order for him to enter the well known tavern.


    ear splitting music was all artyom could hear, people’s laugher was easily drowned away by the terrible choice of songs that filled the alcohol enriched air. the sights of people dancing caught his eye, wether they believed they were good at dancing or not; alcohol was liquid courage which meant even the lad with three left feet would think he was Michael jackson. a small chuckle escaped past artyom’s lips as he set his eyes towards the massive bar. the basic, rounded bar stools made artyom bit down on his bottom lip. the one thing he disliked about bars were the god awful chairs, but either way he was going to get his drink. as he got closer to the bar, artyom placed both of his hands against the warm wooden counter top. blue eyes scanning along the large selection of booze that were set for choosing, but before he could even open his mouth a crystal glass was placed in front of him. a clear, round piece of ice was set in the center and soon enough intoxicating rum began to fill the said glass. looking down, all he could see was a head full of brown locks that sat upon the bartenders head. arching a brow, artyom lifted up the glass but still looking down at the man in front of him on the house artyom, figured i’d thank you for what you did for me last week the older gentleman said, a soft chuckle washed through his words. realizing who it was, artyom nodded slightly you’re welcome tom.. always willing to help an old friend. words laced with honesty yet no real emotion, shrugging his shoulders as he brought the glass to his lips. artyom was known to take on the odd favor, helping those that need a little bit of a more.. unique approach to a problem. well, let me know if i can get you anything artyom tom spoke again, giving a small smile before moving on down to the next customer; you see tom was the owner of this bar and he was having a few issues with vandals that felt that they could take advantage of the old man.. little did they know artyom doesn’t tolerate that as much. either way, it was dealt with and all artyom wanted to do now was stand at this bar and drink some hard liquor.

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