Perdition-Last Chance [Open, but you MUST read the OOC before hopping in]

[JadeKnight]

Jezabel blinked for a moment, watching at the younger woman seemed to zone out for a few seconds. She really wasn't sure what was wrong with her. When she seemed to snap back to reality, almost demanding an answer, the artist reached out and placed both hands on the young woman's thighs.

"Easy there sweetie. There no need to be so high strung. I only got here a few minutes ago myself."

The bystander came to the artist's rescue, speaking to them.

"This place is Perdition. A place for everyone to be judged before they can move on. A way station if you like. This place is mostly what you make of it."

Jezabel smiled as she looked to the woman, squeezing her thighs lightly.

"See? Nothing to...wait a way station?"

She frowned, looking to the man. The guy shrugged for a moment, cleaning a empty glass.

"Heaven, Hell, or whatever it's deem for you to go. I just observe and cleanup around the place. I don't do the judging."

Jezbel chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment before just giving a soft 'huh.'

 

[Shadowlace]

Miranna sees the man come forward and as he does she tips her sword to slice straight through his gut. Blood was spilled onto the ground. What threw her off a bit was the touch of a belt, she yanks back hard. Freeing the sword comically for its weight made her unbalanced, in the unbalanced state she elbowed the pantless George who menacingly grabbed at her.

The Nun having learned a thing or two wondering the ways outside, which she honed her style. She took a punch and let him come in. The redhead dipped the sword to one hand and struck out quickly taking one of her knives and slammed it up into the neck of this man.

Holding it there as Miranna watched the light fade in his eyes, enjoying the sight for a few seconds before she squashed those thoughts and began to utter in Latin the lord's prayer. She asked God to judge him sparingly for he knows not what he does. Once she sees the deed done she lets the man fall unceremoniously to the ground and wipes her blades clean of blood.

'I swear they ruin a perfectly good tea time" She says with a smile. She wipes her face and heads back to the bar.

 

[Drobabes]

Slater had started by picking the largest pieces of glass from Darlas back, and he was kind of grateful he was at her back because he was having a sudden problem with keeping himself in check in his pants. Even such a simple task as picking glass from skin was making him feel a bit lustful, having never been so close to the beautiful women. Despite what his hands wanted to do, he stayed respectful and dutifully just kept getting shards of glass out.

A small smile touched his lips at the mention of porn mags and being able to see them on video. He had actually seen something in the recent years, as someone held some type of device in their hands that looked like a flat glowing box. He had done his usual thing of only observing from his table and not speaking up to start a conversation, but the device had made him immensely curious and he had come down to the bar just to watch for a good solid few weeks. That was, until he got chased off again.

"Perdition was actually kind enough to give me a computer with random access to porn sites if you ever wanted to see."

His hands paused briefly as they were using the tweezers to dig out a particularly deep shard. Was she offering for him to come up to her room? His face felt hot and he suddenly found himself needing to swallow, but not wanting to read into what she had said and assume, he simply continued on and got the piece of glass out before he responded.

"I might like to have a look, I've only ever seen some of the newer technology a few times over the years."

Was that coming on too strong? No, for godsakes he had merely accepted an invitation to look at a device, nothing more. Still, his little crush on Darla made it difficult for him to keep his thoughts running away with themselves and he was saved when the beautiful nun came over to join them.

His dark brown eyes looked to her, and he gave her an easy smile.

"You fight like a true warrior. You both do, actually, I was quite impressed."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

“Jesus,” Riley muttered when the man cleaning the glass finished. “Does that mean....” her voice trailed off and she looked over her shoulder at the room. She shivered when she noticed everyone seemed a little weirdly off. She felt cold. So many of their faces were blank. As if stunned or confused or in shock. They seemed like a front face for something terrible. Her mind raced trying to recall the rest of the memories she had been having since she found herself at the edge of the road. Nothing came. She looked at the clock. Eleven hours had passed since she arrived. At least it said so. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, if not five.

“We’re all......” her question slowly continued, her voice rising in acknowledgement as she realized the situation. “No! No no no no no. The motherfucker.......” she couldn’t say it. She looked to the bar and found a newspaper waiting, as if for her. She turned it over. Below the fold, in the corner of the front page was a story about authorities finding the body of a prostitute in a canvas bag near the college she went to.

“The motherfucker,” she muttered again. “He didn’t pay me shit.” She looked at the woman beside her, giving her a once over, head to toe. She was attractive, maybe a bit older. Her body looked incredible. She shoved the paper aside. Then sighed. “I’m sorry, I have to get out of here,” she said to her new companion. Again grasping her clutch, she stepped away from the bar then raced toward the door. Flinging it open, she stepped across the threshold toward the street. As she did, she looked up to see she had gone exactly nowhere. She now stood at the entrance facing again the bar. The street outside was visible, but to her back. The same woman was at the bar.

Riley stepped inside further and returned to the seat she had just left. A shot awaited her.

“What the hell are we supposed to do here?”

 

[JadeKnight]

Jezabel was pretty much trying to figure things out as well, the news only a little surprising to her. She had pegged this place as being unusual the moment she had stepped in. After all, she had walked in with a full set of art supplies on her back and a canvas, which was now ruined, under her arm.

She didn't say much as she watched how Riley acted, seeing the realization of everything come crashing in. She pursed her lips as she shifted on the seat to lean back on the bar as Riley left in a hurry. She wasn't going to stop the young woman from figuring things out. She gave a little giggle as Riley seemed to step back into the bar, leaving only a moment before.

She glanced at the poured shot on the bar with a little smirk.

"Well, it looks like someone thinks it would be best to drown your sorrows right now. As for after, I think that's up to you."

She looked down at her bloody blouse for a moment, smirking for a moment.

"I probably should change but don't feel like moving yet."

She looked back at Riley and reached over, her slender fingers running down the young woman's soft left cheek for a moment.

"I would love to paint you or draw you. You're just so beautiful."

 

[Poprockz]

Darla winced at one of the shards, "alright, I'll have to show you sometime then. You'll have to forgive my room though. Perdition may have blessed me with a computer among other things, but it basically looks like a college dorm room, twin bed, dorky posters, and all. And no matter how many times I make the bed, whenever I return it's all messed up like Perdition hired someone to make my room look disorderly."

She chuckled, trying to make their conversation light-hearted to distract from what he was doing. When she saw Miranna coming over, she smiled at her as well, glad that the woman was capable of defending herself. There was something to be said for someone who didn't let others walk all over them. She only wished she had been one of those people earlier.

"Yeah, I love your sword skills. It's a shame that our little get-together was interrupted, but we could get back to it if you wanted. Unless you guys had something else you wanted to suggest."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Riley took yet another shot, but didn’t get the benefit of feeling the effects. She needed it to kick in but it wasn’t happening. She looked at the woman at the bar and nodded in agreement.

“Well, moving doesn’t get you very far,” she said. The woman turned quickly and began to stroke her face. “Draw me?” She asked. “You’re an artist? That’s sweet of you....beautiful is not what I see.” Riley ran her finger over the edge of the small, now empty shot glass. “Just an awful person.” Riley felt tears fill her eyes, wondering if that was true and if so, would that be her legacy? She stepped back over to the bar.

“What do you want?” She asked the woman beside her, knowing it could be taken however the woman chose. She looked at the whiskey on the wall as she waited for an answer.

 

[JadeKnight]

Jezabel felt sorry for the young woman, very much like other lost women she had dealt with. The question caught her off-guard for a moment, not expecting something like that to be asked. She wasn't quite sure how answer the question. Picking up the bottle of whiskey, she poured another shot for the young woman.

"I think you need this more than me right now. I'm not sure why you want to know what I want, but ah well. I guess a nice hot shower, a good bed to sleep in, a wonderful model for my art, good company, and good times."

She poured herself another shot before setting the bottle down. However, she didn't drink yet.

"What do you want my pretty?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

“Those things sound nice,” Riley said, singling back her tears. “I want to see my dad again. I want my dog. Oh my god my dog!! He’s alone at my apartment!” It was then a tear fell. “I can’t do this. I can’t BE.......” her pause was long and heavy. “Here.” Riley couldn’t say what the reality was. She wiped her eyes, her mascara now smudged and a bit running at the edge of her green eyes. A scream peaked through the room, vivid but faint enough to seem to come from another room or floor in the building. “What was that?” She looked around. Nobody had seemed to notice. It happened again. Then again. Each time a bit more clear. “Did you hear that?!?” A heavy jolt hit the room next, as if a car has dropped on the ceiling above. Then the room grew silent. “I don’t understand what is happening,” she said turning to the woman.

Just then a man approached as if from nowhere. Riley hadn’t seen him until now. Tall, fit, rugged, and much older, perhaps in his 50s. She found him attractive, though a bit intimidating.

“You’re both next, Jezebel,” he said to the woman as he leered at them both. He left as fast as he’d arrived.

“Who was that?” Riley asked the woman who had just poured her the last shot. “Next for what?”

 

[JadeKnight]

Jezabel didn't blame the young woman for breaking down the way she was. This was a strange place to wake up to suddenly. She doubted she would be much help, figuring the best way would be for Riley to either break down completely or come to terms with things quickly. Jezabel had always been one to take things in stride, so this was just another adventure to her. She did raise an eyebrow when Riley seemed to be hearing something she didn't. She just shook her head in response to the young woman's question.

She did blink for a moment when the older gentleman approached them and said they were next. He wasn't her type at all, but she was curious about the whole thing.

"Sweetie, I am becoming as confused as you are now. I have no idea who he is, but I have the feeling things are going to get interesting."

She looked down at her stained blouse for a moment before looking around.

"Where can we get some fresh clothes and a shower?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

As if on cue the man returned to where the two women sat, a concierge roller rack with him, filled with three bags.

"I have you all set up in connecting rooms. 237 and 239, if you both want to follow me," he said.

"There are rooms?" Riley asked the woman beside her. Her eyes grew a tiny bit wider, recalling the small building she saw as she approached the bar from the street earlier. "How is that possible?"

"Everyone gets a room," the man said.

"No," Riley responded. "How......I didn't see any space for rooms from the outside." The man grinned, as if knowingly, but he did not reveal any secrets.

"I'm not sure, Riley. We've had you booked for five or six years now." The girl started a bit. She had been expected here for five or six years? Since she was.....13 or 14? Her question to the man was stammered out and not even on the topic in her mind.

"How did you....know my name?" She asked. The man grinned again, this time with more of a darkness to it.

"I know a lot about you," he said. "I look forward to having you." He turned to push the cart, taking it slowly past the bar and down a hallway that looked dark, wherein he disappeared. "Elevators are this way," his voice said as he faded from view.

"Having us?" She said, turning to Jezebel. Riley paused. The man had said nothing of her....just Riley. Had he even been speaking professionally, about hospitality? Riley shivered. "Sounds like there's a shower and clothes there," she said to the woman. "And our rooms connect," she shrugged, as if expecting the stranger beside her to provide safety in numbers and proximity. "Are we going to follow him and see?"

 

[JadeKnight]

Jezabel blinked for a moment when the man returned, not quite knowing what to expect of him. However, as he began to speak of having rooms for them, she gave a little smirk. Little by little things were coming together to confirm her suspicions about what was really going on, even if she wasn't letting the younger woman in on the secret. Her smirk turned to a sweet smile as the man disappeared and Riley turned to her.

"Why not? I. for one, really don't feel like turning down free room and board. Let's go."

She gathered up her backpack and the torn canvas before slipping from the stool. She looked once more at Riley before making her way after the man, heels clicking as her body swayed with each step.

Their rooms were right next to each other as it the man had said. She choose room 237, pausing for a moment with her handle on the doorknob. She smiled to Riley for a moment.

"My door is always open for you, if you ever decide to let me make you my model."

With a wink and blown kiss, the doorknob was turned and she stepped inside. Closing the door behind her, she dropped her bag gently by the door as she slipped her heels off.

The front room was a large triple purpose room. The area she had stepped into was setup like a lovely little artist's studio. An easel was setup with a fresh canvas to use, a red plush cushioned settee a few feet away. A pair of large sliding doors opened out onto a balcony over looking a beautiful woodland area that turned into a large mountain range. Next to the sliding glass door was simply a single red door that was in place where her's and Riley could connect, but she didn't try that one yet. The rest of the room was occupied by a spacious kitchen and dining room with a large oak table with a setting for six.

A hallway lead back to two small white doors. Feeling lucky, Jezabel picked the one to the right. This one turned out to be a spacious bathroom. There was a large walk-in shower with space for two, free-standing with glass walls and sliding door. A medium size floor Jacuzzi was there, along with a large vanity to take care of herself with. It wasn't long before she was beneath a cascading spray of hot water, the steam flowing over the top and into the room.

 

[Shadowlace]

"Thanks," Miranna says as she walks back over to the bar and pulls out a towel and wipes herself off. She then smiled and looked at Darla and Slater.

"I had to learn fast, I knew some self-defense back in the real world, or the living world". I didn't however learn to fight with blades until here. My first day was rough" She says looking away from them and letting her hand go over to clutch her own arm and scratch at it. She forced her mind away from the rape and then breathed in and sighed.

"I'm better now though, had to fight several people out there."She looks at the two and smiles." We could get some tea and whatnot and maybe continue in a room? Away from the chaos down here?"

 

[Drobabes]

Slater didn't really understand some of the things Darla was talking about, but it didn't really matter. The way she said them put his mind at ease and transitioned him from that on edge brawl mode of emotions, and back down to earth. He finished getting the last of the glass, well, as best he could anyway, then sat the instrument down.

Now the conversation had turned back to tea and continuing what they had been doing earlier, and while Slater really wanted to do that, to stay with them because this was the closest thing he had gotten to happy in years, he couldn't help but feel like if he followed them up to their rooms it would go a little further than just tea.

His face felt hot with the thought of it, the two beautiful women intertwined together and moaning out their bliss. He had to turn away and swallow, reaching down where he had sat the tool to pick up a glass of liquid. Bringing it to his lips, he was a bit relieved to realize that it was just water.

"I might accompany you both upstairs, but I think it's about time I went back to my own room."

He would never admit it to the two, but he was feeling rather shy.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Riley fell in line and immediately took note of the woman's form that she followed. She felt jealous. She felt like she had never looked that good. She felt alone. She felt like she needed validation. Guys gave her that. Right before they punished her. She shook the fog a bit as they arrived at the room. Jezebel - she thought that was the woman's name - again referenced painting her, using her as a model. Riley thought she would like that. And she was intrigued by the woman blowing her a kiss. What is she about? Riley wondered.

The man handed her a key and she entered her room, adjoining Jezebel's. it was small, a standard hotel room. A bit seedy. Neon poured in from outside, though when she opened the drapes, she only saw the lights from the bar sign and part of a brick wall from a building she didn't recall seeing from the outside. The bathroom was small and the water ran warm, then cold, as Riley tested it out. The queen bed barely fit in the room itself, and the TV didn't work.

A moment later there was a knock. The man who led the women to the room was there. He stepped inside and sat a bag that hadn't been hers on the desk chair before the TV.

"You may not use that, but others will," he said.

"Others?" Riley asked. The man smirked. He swatted her ass HARD as he passed by her on the way to the door, making her jump and give a tiny squeak.

"Oh yeah," he replied. "You're going to be fun." He paused. "For all of us." His eyes flashed dark, the pupils so wide there was no white in them for a second. Riley thought she had seen his face become something inhuman, but it had been so fast. "Enjoy your evening," the man said, pleasant and familiar once again, his eyes blue and...normal, as he closed the door.

"Where AM I?" She asked herself as she sat on the bed.

 

[JadeKnight]

Finishing her shower, Jezebal dried herself off as she took a look around the bathroom. It was a nice little setup, which she approved of. She really had no idea why she deserved the apartment the way it was, but she wasn't going to complain. Putting the towel up to dry, she made her way out of the bathroom. Trying the other door in the hallway, she found it opened up to a large bedroom.

A large queen size bed was in the center of the room, red satin bedsheets and a red comforter on top. Two pillows were at the head of the bed, sheathed in red stain pillowcases. The four poster posts held up a small wooden square frame above the bed, from which white drapes hung. A large mirror was on the ceiling above the bed and mirrored walls were around the room. A pair of sliding doors opened onto a large balcony with the same view as the studio.

A pair of double doors opened into a large walk in closet filled with dresses, designer heels, tennis shoes, and a cedar chest of regular clothes.

"Very nice and kinky."

She grinned as she walked around the room for a few minutes, touching everything. Decideing to change into something different, she choose a nice dress that was different than what she normal wore. She choose a pair of black heels to go with the dress. Leaving the room, she headed back to her studio. She pursed her lips for a moment as she studied the strange door for a few moments.

Grabbing the handle, she opened the door slowly. At the same time, a section of the wall beside Riley's window opened. Jezabel winced a little for a moment at the neon light before her eyes adjusted. She giggled for a moment as she stood in the doorway seeing Riley.

"It looks like you got the short end of the stick."

 

[PJ6u]

The man walked into the bar, rainwater dripping off of his canvas jacket. Looking around he took in the place. Booths, a bar, an old jukebox (I mean old, classic lines, he smiled), and a stage in the corner, and a stage with a pole in the other corner. Hm, that's different.

He walked over to the bar, grabbing the two beer bottles materializing at his hand. Still cold, he thought. A guy could get used to this place, though I doubt that's the goal here. From the bar, he moved to the empty stage, placed his bottles next to the bar stool, and hung his jacket and hat on the pegs in the wall. He placed his guitar case on the floor with reverence, and opened it. Damn this is always heavy.

Two guitars looked back at him, and he pulled out the acoustic wood one first. He sat himself on the stool in the center of the stage, checked his strings and started warming up.

 

[Drobabes]

OOC:[Got a hair up my ass and feel like writing something in here. Feel free to join me or use the old ooc, but be warned-I might not post often. I've basically lost interest in this thread, and kind of just want something to do on my day off. Although, you know, if it's fun I might try and keep it going.

If your bored today and just need something to do, come on in and join me It's spooky month and I feel like being spooky~ ]
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The doors to the bar suddenly swing open, and whatever music had been on the jukebox comes to a stop. A cold wind, full of rain and sorrow, sweeps throughout the interior and wraps around each patron's heart, telling tails of the horrors of their new world. And, like a spectre of mother natures wrath, there in the door stands a huge black deer, it's rack reaching almost to the top of the doors.

It's nostrils flare as it slowly looks around the bar, it's black eyes matching it's flank. It does not dare to come inside, the bar itself fighting it's presence, it's right to be here, but it did have a right to be here. It had come to collect.

But, who had it come to collect?

A warm breath leaves it's nose, forming little plumes in the air around it's face as it searches. Someone would begin to feel the pull. Someone would soon stand, feeling drawn to the dark creature, and having no way to fight against it's pull...

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mikey wasn't quite sure how he had gotten here. It was a bar, and not a very welcoming-looking one. He wasn't old enough to be in bars. He wasn't old enough to drink. He was about to graduate high school, for goodness' sake. He wouldn't be old enough to drink for a couple years yet.

Why had he sat down? He should've just left as soon as he walked in. Had he walked in?

The last thing he remembered was changing a light bulb in the school's theater. Then he must've driven home, and then come here. Did he drive home? His mind was so fuzzy...

The door swung open, and a huge, black stag stood in the doorway. How had that thing opened the door? It was a beautiful animal, though.

Mikey stood up, and slowly approached the magnificent creature. Its antlers almost reached the ceiling! It seemed to be waiting expectantly for someone or something. This was such a strange place.

He held out a hand to touch the smooth, thick fur of the deer's shoulder. It was only a few inches away now...

 

[Drobabes]

The young man seemed innocent, but the spirit knew that this was not the case. Innocence did not end up in this world without a darkness clinging to the tendrils of it's soul.

As he approached, the stag looked down at him, the warm plume of it's breath still forming small clouds in front of it's snout. It made no move to stop the man, but Mikey would begin to feel the strange pull. The stag felt it as well.

A heaviness would come over Mikey then, and something that felt as if it were trying to tear his very being apart. Gravity, much stronger than anything he might have ever felt before, would pull him in two ways. One, towards the bar, as if the bar itself were warring for claim over his soul; and one towards the stag. The boy would find his gaze being drawn into the stags eyes then, having no choice but to look deeply into those black pools, and in them, finding his own darkness reflected back at him.

There was only one way out of this now-a choice. But neither the stag nor the bar could make that choice; only Mikey could.

Would he give in? Would he submit himself to the evil deeds, or guilt, sinking it's claws into his being? Or would he choose to stay in the light?

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The deer stared at Mikey, and he felt like he was being pulled in two different directions. For some reason he felt that the bar was the safer choice. There was something about the doorway and the deer occupying it that he couldn't resist, though. He stepped over the threshold and put his hand on the creature's dark, luxurious fur.

 

[Drobabes]

Mikey would be able to feel something as soon as he touched the deers fur. A wave of cold, like being tossed below the depths of dangerous sea, would come over him, soaking through not only to his bones, but even deeper and into his mind. It would over take every other sense in his body, completely surrounding his being and threatening to drown him, and only in it's wake would he finally find release.

Slowly the feeling would fade, to be replaced by the warmth of the Dogskin once more. Smells, sounds, taste...they would all come back to him, one by one, and when at last he regained his sight, they would not be alone.

Now there stood two others with them. One, a women, dressed most provocatively and draped atop the beasts back. Her arms cling to it's neck, her breasts squished up against it's fur, and her eyes glazed over with a look of insatiable lust.

The other, another women, stands before the beast. Her face conveys terror and pain, as if someone were burning her with an invisible flame. Her eyes stare into the deers, unable to look away, and when at last the beast begins to turn and walk away, the women follows. Her steps are slow and fighting, but follows she does, chained by some unseen force as she whimpers with fear.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mikey was astonished to see the two women, especially the one standing. He wanted to do something for ger, but what would a nobody like him be able to do. He resolved to try, though, and followed the three of them.