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New OrleansWhiskey gets you frisky. Or, you know.. violent.
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Malek 12/06/18 There is zero pause from the time his bottle is knocked out of his hand and the time his brain flashes through a dangerous series of commands. The nerves accept the impulse readily, transferring the command form neuron to neuron, seeming to bypass the entire nervous system to hit the massive "EXECUTE" button at Malek's shoulder.

With all the grace of a complete gentleman, Malek's right arm lifts and reaches outward, turning perpendicular to his shoulder. His arm rotates at the elbow and his palm flattens, fingers fanning out as though he is about to attempt to catch a baseball. A quick jerk of his arm sends his palm careening toward the side of the woman's head hoping to cuff her hard enough to drop her to the ground. A simple lesson, no?
Malek 12/06/18 The low growl that follows is not an expression that is meant to come from human vocal cords. Not even a little. In fact, it might even be slightly surprising that they don't simply shred to pieces and bleed when the sound emanates upward, seeming to start somewhere south of his diaphragm and echo through his broad chest. A brief pop can be heard as one of his toes pops out of place, the pain of the event not registering in his cold, feral eyes that lock upon those of the female.

"Ah li' mine," he says quietly, reaching out with blunted fingers long enough to wrap them around her bottle and, theoretically, send it careening to the sidewalk where it will shatter in an tinkling glass and an amber nova.
Malek 12/06/18 Apparently, Malek is in a volatile mood today. Who would have ever considered such a thing? As the female continues to pursue him, push him, and prod him, he finds himself growing a bit more... in a state of primal agitation? A bit more aggressive? A bit more... violent? Whatever the case, Melek turns and faces the woman directly once more, his cigarette dangling from scarred and ravaged lips that appear as though someone had taken a good majority of the flesh and simply ripped it away to leave furrows that lanced through the twin tiers that might have been nice and full by anyone's standards under normal circumstances.

A slow grin pulls at those lips, the entire expression somehow taking on the aspect of a sardonic smirk that may turn into a grimace or snarl at any moment on his tattered countenance.

"Ah ain' shy," he says in the voice of cold steel scraping over a rough-cut oilstone. "Ah jus' don' giv'uh'fuk 'bou' talkin' a' ya. Leave." To the point. Simple. Malek's own Wild Turkey 101 in a pint bottle that fits nicely into the cargo pocket of his dark-colored pants is pulled out, opened, and a long, three glug drink is taken with no hint of grimace or flinch at the heady, burning flavor.
Malek 12/06/18 There isn't even the hint of a pause as Malek continues to stride away, the dangerous slouch leading to a hint of a rolled-shoulder slouch that denotes a readiness to spring forward at any point in time. It is an indication of his personality, to be sure. He will launch himself headlong at any threat, at any time without retreat being much of an option. He is geared to face-charge anything and everything that seems to be a threat.

No glance is spared backward as Malek lights his own cigarette. No attention is spared directly to the girl. It's not that he is shy. It is that he simply cannot fathom a reason that he wants to talk to her.
Malek 12/06/18 Turns as the scent of fresh blood invades his nostrils, large shoulders hunching ever so slightly in a dangerous slouch that indicates a readiness for action at any moment in time. A look of absent, distant anger wars with the gaze of feral aggression as he stares onward at the creature before him.

Scarred visage goes through its myriad change of emotions and decisions flash through his bright yellow-green eyes. Finally the assessment is made: she is not threat. Unimportant. He turns and walks away.
Mihas Lovren 12/06/18 I had to laugh. Wouldn't you know she and he would end up working at a bar? "No, you're right. Lazy. I don't expect he'd let you live that one down." With a shake of my head, "Well, you have my best. Thankfully the holidays only come once a year." And a small wave of my hand over her bag, "May the Gods have mercy on your enemies."
Iria Visile 12/05/18 Yummy, sounds delectable. The neighbors are my favorite flavor of blood. Care to share if you ever have leftovers?

Iria Visile 12/05/18 Damn girl where did you come from getting so strong. Looking good. Congrats on your ranks!

Mihas Lovren 12/05/18 I did my best to laugh, but it left my lungs in the form of a cough, body still desperate to dispel the vile smell. She had made a mistake, and because I tend to air on the side of affable, I was reluctant to hold it over her head. "That we are, I'll give you that." And ruffled my fingers through the hair over my ears while I thought.

"In my experience, and I have a little since I am, well, a man." So I'd continue to tease her just a bit, "Good liquor is always a great bet."
Rebecca Donovan 12/04/18 Without stopping to converse, Becca toddled through entire crowds and shoved 8x11 flyers into their hands. She left flyers under windshield wipers. Stuck them in mailboxes. Left them on people’s porches. They were cream colored, with bold black letters. It was clear that she had been determined to spread word.

Ella Donovan

Please call 555-0134 with information.
Mihas Lovren 12/04/18 Really. She'd gone a head and popped open the top of the cologne. Wittingly or not, she released a stench that I'm certain should have dropped any simple human to their knees. How she could have taken a whiff of it and survived boggled my very mind. I wanted to gag, but I'd managed to choke it down.

"If I may, what the bloody hell were you expecting from a package labelled 'Sex Panther'?" Shopping centres truly grew more insane with each year that passed.
Mihas Lovren 12/04/18 Flooded malls and over crowded department stores are delightful. Epinephrine soaked afternoons with housewives and grandmothers who'd fight over the last pair of in season trainers really put me in the spirit. I liken the experience to a human taking a stroll through a barbecue. It made my mouth water. It made me excited for my next meal. This December mall was like my own personal supermarket.

No offence to the girl who'd asked me her opinion on cologne of all things, but she was a little skinny for my taste. Interesting way to strike up a conversation, though.

"I think," I turned to look at her, sable stare fixating on her face, "It's illegal in nine countries." And then I leaned in, like I was telling her a secret, "But 60 percent of the time, it works every time."
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
I love bourbon soaked meat.
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
How about that bar of yours?
I always prefer to drink on someone else's tab.
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
Fine, fine.
But I believe I owe you a drink.
And I've gotten my hands on something you might find of interest.
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
Well aren't you as thorny as a two-sided porcupine.
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
Bless your little cannibal heart for thinking so.
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
I can smell you from here.
Valentin Metzger 11/20/18 I have not had the pleasure.. no.
-studies- Ja on Fridays.. and on Wednesdays I do goth drag at the local club. Corset, tutu, combat boots.
-circle snaps in her face, sashays away-
Jewel Saxton 11/20/18 Had to make sure, thought it could have easily been some trick question. Will accept the genuine comment and reciprocate. "Thank you. You do brunettes very well yourself. It makes you intimidating." Which is why she had even questioned the woman's motives to begin with. "I'm Jewel and you are?"
Jewel Saxton 11/20/18 -blinks, staring back-
"Yes.. is that all you wonder?"
Valentin Metzger 11/14/18 -cants head- Do they sell guns in grocery stores where you are from? You must be from the States..
-appraises- I do not use firearms.. nor do I have any on my person.
-shrugs- I may look 'shady' to you.. it does not mean I am.
Valentin Metzger 11/14/18 -stops, cants head- What is a 'hit' list?
-looks to his notepad, the many names and smiles- It is a grocery list.
-nods- You reminded me of something I needed to pick up from the market.
Valentin Metzger 11/14/18 -arches a brow-
-pulls a small ledger from a coat pocket-
-adds the woman to a growing list-
-gives a nod-
-continues on his way-
Atticus Hammond 09/05/18 Theodora
You're an aggressively bad liar.
Atticus Hammond 08/26/18 Theodora
What the hell is a paleo pancake?
Giovanni DiGiorgio 07/22/18 Giovanni watched as the woman lifted to cup to her luscious lips of hers. Hearing the statement about having space in the city. He felt quite the opposite. He'd had been use to the hustle and bustle of the city before. But never had to do it alone. Not for awhile now.

"It's not quite all glitter and gold for me. It can be quite depressing at times. But you don't have that look in you. You seem to be good at that just fine. Being a 'Lone Wolf' as one would say."

Not quite sure what thoughts would ramble in her mind at this point. She seemed to tap her well kept nails along the table side as she looked at him. She was strange no doubt perhaps he chose the wrong person to entertain.

"No derailment here, just glad I could humor a woman. And no, nowhere in particular I was just roaming the streets new to the place as I mentioned before. You? I mean do you have some place to be?"

Or rather be it would seem. Time seemed valued to this one. It was hardly something he could waste as all he had was time in this world. He thought at one point he had very little but now it cursed him.
Giovanni DiGiorgio 07/22/18 Ohh she would bring that back up, it was bad enough he had to endure it the first time. The taste of the bread still haunted his taste buds. A fail tempt to being a bad ass I guess bit him in the ass.

His hands crossed back over to his original poise of posture. He gave a smirk at her second comment. As he unfolded his arms and began to talk with his hands once more.

"Yes, you see Chimps may have been the first animals into space. But us bears made it up there just as fast."

Laughing abit at how sour he had been over the bear comment, he seemed to finally let it go with a final laughter. he looked at the woman she was a smaller framed individual. Yet there was something about her that stuck out more to him than that.

"I do well for myself, I suppose. Or I have in the past I should say. I'm not fairly sure I know what I want here in L.A. It was suppose to be a fresh start I suppose starting at the top is quite the opposite."
Giovanni DiGiorgio 07/22/18 The waiter came back by and grabbed the plate that had toast on it and took it inside the bistro.

'Sorry about that ma'am I meant to clean up after the last tenant but you sat down so quickly.' Hearing the mans words Gio, looked behind him in embarrassment of eating someone else scraps. He then looked back reflecting on what she had said. He gave a smile and then replied.

"A bear in the city, well I do enjoy a good Zoo or too. But the outdoors suit me best I think, less paparazzi more fish and berries. Less bones to gnaw through." He still was butt hurt it seemed from her comment, not even noticing it could have been applied as a compliment. Today was just a normal day though he figured he go on a walk and enjoy the fresh air. Something he imagined bears did too in their spare time.

"L.A has been home to me these last few days yes, I just moved into a Penthouse not far from here I was just on a stroll."
Giovanni DiGiorgio 07/21/18 The man grew interested in her, she barked back and it was humorous. He grab a chair from one of the other bistro's tables and say on it with the back of the chair to his chest his arms crossed over the top as he spoke he used his hands.

"Normally, I show my teeth and they scurry away in fear. If all else fails. You know I eat them...." Seeing a piece of toast that rested on her table he took it upon himself to be fed with all the pain he went through of being called a bear it was the least the woman could do.

As he finished the toast he licked his finger tips and looked to the woman. With question in his eyes. He wondered why she called out to him. "So tell me Goldilocks, what brings you out this far into the woods? and don't tell me your bringing cookies you baked to your grandma. I'm a bear not a wolf."
Giovanni DiGiorgio 07/21/18 The man hearing a mock of words come from that of a nearby woman he looked in the direction the arrows flew. Women seemed to be all about voicing their opinions about his well, looks. But this was probably the first he heard that didn't go in his favor.

"You haven't seem my face of the California Flag have you? I'm quite the 'Star' here."
Chase Cooper 07/21/18 -Awkward laugh-
Don't. I mean. It's fine.
-Rubs face, clearly not surprised-
I exfoliate.
Chase Cooper 07/21/18 Skin.
-Pulls a face-
Nope. Just your face. I-.. just wow.
Chase Cooper 07/21/18 -Stares at-
Atticus Hammond 07/21/18

That's rich, coming from you. Ms. "I eat people". You know, if I sneeze too hard those stab wounds leak.
How does that make you feel?
Atticus Hammond 07/21/18 You reek.
Camille 07/20/18 Ah, welcome back. The realm certainly could use more pretty things.
EtaineNightBreed 07/20/18 Welcome to the Realm and to the Basement!
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