Topic: Purely Entertainment (Open for Anyone) (Read 100 times)
Eli Lawrence Egon Mafia Mafia Boss member is offline
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Purely Entertainment (Open for Anyone) « Thread Started on Apr 23, 2009, 2:29am »
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The sun had only just began to rise above the distant horizon. It casted a golden glow upon the dilapidated buildings of Madru which made the city appear much more appeasing than it truly were. It was to be a bright day, of abnormally warm temperatures and dry air; The sunrise was rarely incorrect in denoting the short-term forecast for the day for those who knew how to read it. The hues and how they laced the skies, the set of the clouds above the rising light, the ease of the breeze and the scents it carried: Every little detail gathered in the most educated of minds could tell what weather to be expected.
The thought of the summer's heat and the shining sun brought a heavy grievance to Eli's shoulders. He despised anything bright that denoted cheer in those surrounding him, which seemed to haphazardly explain his desire to reside in the dank tunnels beneath the city scape. Out of light and out of mind, for the most part.
Standing with a well formed posture, hands at his sides and chin held high in a manner of propriety, he basked in the cool breeze which would soon vanish beneath the heat of the sun. His blue-grey eyes scanned the city line which fell apart more as each day passed, taking in the vibrant hues of the coming morning one last time. Satisfied with his final take of the city above ground, he stepped into the shadows of a stair case paved into the street side, making his way to the tunnels he so sorely missed.
Having grown up beneath the city's streets, he knew his way around without effort. He made haste off the subway platform and navigated his way through tunnels until the welcoming stench of hundreds of kinsblood flooded his nostrils. It was a dank smell, unappealing to most, even to Eli, but it was comforting to him just the same. It was the smell of his abode, of home. It wasn't long that lamps strewn along a ceiling cord began lighting the way, and not long after he passed by the first of many bottom dwellers of Madru.
As he neared the central market of the underground city, the numbers of chimera grew exponentially larger and the tunnel ways gave way to larger routes which became more packed with chimera every step he took. He stepped off the main labyrinth of tunnels into a tavern style business, where a dozen individuals drank away their sorrows. The sound of billiards in the far corner echoed through the place, topped by a crackling "Rock" genre song played on an old stereo above the barkeep's head.
He took a seat at the bar and pointed to a bottle of vintage vodka next to the barkeep, the man made quick to pour Eli a glass, ignoring two other locals in order to get Eli's drink to him swiftly. The bar-keeps haste implied Eli's position of power, with a glisten of fear in the older man's eyes as he served up Eli's drinks. Two shots were placed in front of Eli and with a raised brow, he picked one up in each hand, swivelled the bar stool so he faced the bar, and downed the shot in his left hand.
A bar fight broke out, adding to the noise of the tavern. With a vague smirk, he coughed back the second shot. He turned the stool just enough to give him enough reach to toss the two glasses on the bar counter, before returning his eyes to the two men brawling in the center of the joint. The barbaric act of a bar fight near always humoured Eli.
So primitive are these men, with all too much human in their veins.
He watched purely for entertainment purposes. Afterall, life in the tunnels got quite lame without the futile and pointless fights.
« Last Edit: Apr 23, 2009, 2:30am by Eli Lawrence »
Eli Lawrence AKA "Boss" (pronounced Ee-lie) 25 years old male Chimera (25% Black Panther, 10% Cheetah, 5% African Lion) The Boss of the Egon Mafia, situated in the Lost City of Madru.
"This is not vengence, this is justice." -- Eli Lawrence
Re: Purely Entertainment (Open for Anyone) « Reply #1 on May 18, 2009, 6:44pm »
((Ooc: Hope you don't mind us trying to meet again.))
Cusik was curled up in the back of an alley off one of the side streets. The sun had just started to peek over the tops of the buildings, and slowly it crept through the alleyway, warming the cool, cracked concrete. He hadn't been in the city but a night, yet the half-eaten ham hock tucked under his left arm showed that he was doing all right so far. Tumo had perched himself on top of a high stack of crates, overlooking Cusik's enormous form on the floor. After being awake all night, he had also curled up to take a quick cat nap before Cusik woke him to continue their journey.
The light rose further and began to warm the two, signaling the start of an incredibly hot day. Cusik stretched one of his hind legs, wiggling his toes before resting his foot back on the ground, and repositioned his head. His ear flicked away the sounds of Tumo rolling over above him, and he drifted back off to sleep. He wasn't ready to wake...
There was a tug, small but noticeable. Cusik stirred, twitching some as his muscles tensed. But he didn't wake completely. Another tug, at his arm. He groped around to hug his meal tighter, only to feel it slipping away from him. And then he smelled it-- rank like sewage and garbage and... rat. One of his dark eyes popped open and narrowed at the sight of a rat-faced young man holding his juicy meat. The rat froze. Cusik blinked hard, in hopes that he was dreaming-- he wasn't really up to having to chase down his food, twice. But no. Rat-face was stealing his lunch.
A deep growl rumbled in his throat as he pulled his hind legs under himself, crouching, ready to pounce. Tumo peeked down from atop the boxes. "Hey!" he meowed loudly at the thief, right as Cusik lunged. The rat dodged, and Cusik slammed into the stack of crates. Tumo tried to scramble up the collapsing wood, but fell right onto Cusik's back, claws extended. Cusik roared, both in pain and frustration, and began the pursuit.
He lept over fences and crossed open markets, Tumo hanging on for dear life. Sure, he could just take another slab of meat, but it was more the principle of the thing now. The anger pushed him faster, and a few times he was almost close enough to rat-face to catch him. But the rat knew the terrain, the layout of the city.
Rat-face ducked down a staircase leading underground. Cusik had to pause a moment to rise on his to hind feet to make it down the stairs. Once at the bottom, he stopped. "Subway," he mumbled to Tumo, who had climbed up onto his left shoulder, as they stepped onto the platform. "Such an ugly place," Tumo stated in distaste. "Nothing but white." Cusik ignored him as he scented the dingy air for their thief. "Left." But the rat was not the only thing he smelled down there. Cusik was both intrigued and cautious as he entered the dark tunnel-- he could smell a lot of warm bodies down there, and not all of them may be friendly.
Soon they spotted other chimeras, and while Cusik was afraid he stood out too much, rubbing at his metal collar in nervous agitation, the others didn't seem to notice him. The trail took him farther into this underground community, not too different from the above ground city, until they stopped in awe at a bustling market center, filled to the brim with all sorts of creatures. Tumo hopped off Cusik's shoulder, his golden eyes wide, and circled around Cusik's feet.
Too many smells mingled together for Cusik to distinguish the rat. "Tumo," his rough voice called down to his friend, "Can you find him?" The cat twitched his tail for a moment and, after looking back at Cusik, disappeared into the crowd. It seemed like forever, but Tumo came bounding back into view from his right. "The bar," he mewed. Causally, they made their way onto one of the side tunnels and into the tavern.
The place was a lot busier than he thought, since they walked in on a full-blown fight. Carefully, they edged the wall around the place, trying to spot the rat without drawing too much attention to themselves. "The corner booth," Tumo growled, and as the rage filled Cusik once more, they headed over.
The rat seemed to be busy with a drink and fiddling with an envelope, and it didn't notice them until they were on top of him. Cusik towered over rat-face as he shakily set his mug down on the table. The rat rose his hands defensively. "Hey, hey! I-I don't want a-any trouble, guy!" Cusik growled back, "Too late for that!" Cusik grabbed the rat's mug and threw it against the wall behind the rat, making rat-face flinch.
"Cusik! Try to be a little more discrete!" Tumo hissed as he looked around nervously from under the table. "For all we know, all these people in here could be his friends!" Roughly, Cusik grabbed the neck of the rat's shirt and pulled him closer. His eyes narrowed ferociously. "Does it look like I care?" The question was directed at Tumo, but Cusik never broke eye contact with rat-face. In one shift motion, Cusik let go of the shirt and directly grabbed the rat by the throat, pulling him out of the booth and dangling him a couple inches off the ground. Most of the audience was still focused on the two men fighting in the center of the bar, but a few stray eyes had caught the scene Cusik was making as the rat clawed at Cusik's hand and arm, gasping for air.
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Eli Lawrence Egon Mafia Mafia Boss member is offline
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Re: Purely Entertainment (Open for Anyone) « Reply #2 on May 28, 2009, 3:57am »
(OOC: Like the post! Love where it lead off.)
The brawl had the entire bar in a rave. The center-most tables had been flipped, the men shouted insults and encouragement to those who swung fists and put forth choke holds, and the glass of bar mugs and bottles was strewed in shards across the concrete. So far, the fight itself had gone on nearly 2 minutes and both parties had at least one notable wound. The tallest of the two had a bloodied lip and the other a freshly bruised eye.
Eli's attention was abruptly drawn by one of his lowly goons discretely slipping in the doorway and snaking his way to the farthest corner of the bar. Although Eli never truly knew, or perhaps just plainly forgot, the real name of the individual, he had long since been given the nickname "Rat" which was not only befitting of his genes and appearance, but also suiting of his rather distasteful personality quirks.
Attentive eyes quickly returned to the doorway when another presence became known. Two familiar faces stood momentarily in the frame, surveying the seemingly unwelcoming tavern setting, before pushing their way towards the vermin in the corner. It was clear the brute, Cusik, was aggravated, judging by his stance, his gate, and his expression. Eli adjusted his posture, swiveling the stool a few inches to his right before leaning his back against the bar counter. He watched. He waited.
It wasn't clear just how angered Cusik was when words were exchanged between he and Rat. It wasn't until Rat landed up with his back against the wall and his feet several inches from the floor that Eli knew to what degree of rage ran through the wolf-kin's veins. It was then that a few more on looking eyes from the crowd had drifted away from the current brawl to the corner table; some out of curiousity, some out of hope for another fight.
Without even knowing details, Eli knew that Rat had been up to his old ways that long ago earned him his current appellation. Eli shook his head, almost ashamed to know such a lowlife as Rat, let alone to have the vermin work for him.
Eli pushed his tall, thin frame to his feet, picking up another shot from the bar top which had been poured not long after the first fight broke out. He lifted it to his lips and sloshed it back, tossing the sturdy shot glass back onto the counter top, walking away from it as he did so. Several long strides later he stood two paces behind Cusik and one pace to the rigth of him, looking over his shoulder and to Rat.
"You-you can have your meal back, t-take it." The rat gestured to the table in a plea for his release. "Just let m-me down!" It was obvious he'd not be able to hold his own if Cusik decided not to let him go that easily. Not only was he a nervous fellow, but his scrawny stature was hardly any match for the bulk of Cusik. It took several second passing before Rat's eyes looked past the threat which held him against the wall, to Eli. The initial change was evident when Rat smirked slightly. "I'd let me down if I were you." Rat smirked, looking back to Cusik as he said it.
Eli stepped up next to Cusik so his presence was known by the wolf-kin. His eyes remained on Rat, with a firm stare and a slightly furrowed brow. "Quite frankly, Rat, I give him all the permission to deal with you in any way he sees fit. You've been up to your old ways, and I told you I'd have no more of it." The unwavering words drew out a horror in Rat's eyes. The firmness to which they were spoke made it more than clear of just how unpleased Eli was.
"B-b-b-bosss...."Rat stammered profusely in the most pathetic of voices, clear concern was engraved upon his rodent features, "I wasn't B-b-boss, I swear it." He began to struggle against Cusik as he looked to Eli in terror.
"If you've taken up my offer, Cusik. You rank much higher than him." Eli allowed the most acute grins to play on his lips.
« Last Edit: May 28, 2009, 3:57am by Eli Lawrence »
Eli Lawrence AKA "Boss" (pronounced Ee-lie) 25 years old male Chimera (25% Black Panther, 10% Cheetah, 5% African Lion) The Boss of the Egon Mafia, situated in the Lost City of Madru.
"This is not vengence, this is justice." -- Eli Lawrence
Re: Purely Entertainment (Open for Anyone) « Reply #3 on Jun 4, 2009, 8:48pm »
His massive hand pinned Rat to the wall with little effort. ""You-you can have your meal back, t-take it. Just let m-me down!" Cusik ignored him, instead using his full attention to search for a large enough shard of broken glass from the mug he smashed earlier. Tumo edged out of the shadow of the table and spotted someone approaching. "Cusik, his friend is coming!" The little cat squinted to get a better view through the haze of cigar smoke. "It's that guy from the forest," he mewed with dislike.
Cusik pretended not to hear, eyes focused on Rat, ears focused on the footsteps coming towards him. The fingers of his free hand curled around a piece of glass that had fallen on the bench of the booth. "I'd let me down if I were you." He probably should have took the fight outside, where he could have access to an escape route. He probably should have asked the rat-face his name, who he worked for. Cusik knew the guy from the forest was no one to mess with. His hand pressed harder on the rat's chest. If he would need to fight, then so be it. His gaze shifted to Tumo, who glanced between Cusik and the young man standing behind Cusik. The man shifted forward, closer, and Cusik's hand twitched a bit in anticipation. He waited for the guy to make a move.
"Quite frankly, Rat, I give him all the permission to deal with you in any way he sees fit. You've been up to your old ways, and I told you I'd have no more of it." It wasn't quite what he expected, but he was happy to hear it. Cusik gave the rat a small, savage grin as Rat struggled to get free from his grip. He rolled the glass in his hand, flipping it over a few times, find the sharpest edge.
"If you've taken up my offer, Cusik. You rank much higher than him." His dark eyes were now pulled to the man beside him. He turned, leaving his weight against the rat on the wall. His expression carried a hint of amusement and chuckled quietly to himself. "Would you really have me? Someone so..." he searched for a word, "pety, no, stupid as to chase a simple thief into an unfamiliar territory and pick a fight on the thief's home turf... just for a slab of meat-- the identical of which one could scrounge for another day?" His hand tightened a little around the glass. He was suspicious. It could be a trap.
"Now that you know the things I do, you would still have someone of that nature-- of my nature-- in your ranks?"
((Ooc: Sorry. Now that I re-read it, it seems a little lack-luster. I'll have to do better next time.))
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