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« on: May 19, 2010, 10:12:26 pm »
Feeling extremely refreshed, you do a lap around the bar looking for anything still alive or useful. Nothing alive, too bad. You find an old shotgun under the bar counter, engraved on the barrel is "With Love -Joe". There is a box of shells next to it. You take both. There is no more alcohol to put on the foor, since all of it fell on the floor when you javelined Joe through the neck. Speaking of, you remove the pool cue from his corpse, letting it fall to the ground like a rag doll. You walk over to the body of the female biker. In a scene way too hot to show in this RP, you end up in her clothes. Black jeans, a studded belt, olive green T-shirt and large leather jacket, and large army boots. You take her motorcycle keys, a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from her person, as well as her wallet with a couple of tens in it. You put a cigarette between your lips, and light it. Sucking in, you can almost taste the sweet miasma from hell. That feels good. The cigarette hangs loose from your lips as you walk over to the main doors. You kick them off their hinges. The two patrons standing outside turn around in shock. Before they can do anything, you pierce both their throats from the front with hand-blades made out of bone. You take their souls, and then toss their limp bodies inside. You take one of their lit cigarettes and flick it into the building into a puddle of vodka and blood. The entire floor turns into a raging inferno in a split second.
You step out into the middle of the street, and exhale a jetty of smoke. Shotgun on your back, power flooding your veins, and the delicious taste of miasma in your body, you are ready to kick some ass.
The night is young. Where to go, what to do?
