As the druggie went under the table, Niya came in from behind and hit the back of his head with her palm, sending a huge wave of pain. ((knocked out or not?)) But she rolled out of his sight before he could see who attacked him in case it didn't knock him out.
((^ Powergame. :-P Ignoring it, sorry. You basically made it impossible for me to react.))
The bullet ripped through his skin, but the high made him feel no pain. He started drooling, and saw hallucinations. Ducking under a table, he slowly started crawling towards the door, the pointing the gun straight at the man.
((By power gaming are you referencing me? Because the shot I fired was just a shot in your general direction (hence the "to impair green's aim"). You could have dodged it or ducked or something. If you are referencing AZilla, then disregard this comment ;P))
Derek threw the briefcase across the room. In the moment that everyone's eyes followed the case, ((if you've ever been mugged, you know what I am talking about. If you make an object move, people automatically focus on the object for a very short moment, giving you a very small time frame to react in. If you consider this powergaming, please let me know and I will re-post. I know this type of post is in a gray area xP)) Derek reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small packet containing 4 small, blue pills. He came out from behind the door and pointed his gun straight at the man saying "walk away without the money and these are yours. The other option - you walk out and get shot in a hospital somewhere. Your choice."
((Note: Derek is focused on the man and if you begin to pull the trigger I will do the same (we will both end up dead or injured))).
Niya turned toward the door to see a jolly fellow.
"Now really isn't the time to have a good time. If that's what you came here for, I suggest coming back later." She pointed at the table the druggie was hiding under. She couldn't see him from where she was standing, but the newcomer certainly could.
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I would tell you about how awesome I am down here, but I have a feeling you probably already know that. <- Please. ._.
"Oh, Kevin, it's you." Niya couldn't see all too well from the lack of good lighting. "I don't think that will be necessary at the moment, but keep your guard up. You never know what could happen in this bar." ((Time for an attempt to how we know each other.)) Kevin was Niya's boyfriend for a while, but things didn't work out between them, so they broke up. She's dated at least 5 guys since then. Kevin was always friendly to her, even after they broke up. Niya was over him, but they hadn't spoken for months. It's a shame because they were close friends before they started dating. Niya didn't date any of her friends after that. Sometimes she missed Kevin's friendship, but it didn't bother her much anymore. ((Good enough?))
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I would tell you about how awesome I am down here, but I have a feeling you probably already know that. <- Please. ._.
Derek could not help except to watch the new comer from the corner of his eyes after he heard the gun click. Still watching the drugy under the table, Derek said (to Green), "What do you say to my little offer?" he then spoke to the new comer, "If you want to help, go see if he is still alive. I am beginning to think he passed out on me."
* Your name [Derek]
* Alcohal level [Sober]
* Condition [Annoyed that this situation is still going on.]
* Location [near the door, but not in front of it. (He feels uncomfortable turning his back to such a vulnerable area)]
* Money [$500]
Niya liked the offer for a free drink and with someone too. She hasn't forgotten about her determination to leave here drunk, and if someone else was paying for at least one drink, her $495 would last longer, because she knew she'd have to spend it all to actually get drunk. It was humilliating to meet Kevin after so long in a place like this.
"Sure, sounds great. As soon as things die down. I don't think anyone will serve us anything until this drugged idiot is out of here." Niya didn't really care who heard her, it was humiliating enough to be found here by Kevin, of all people, so she didn't care.
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I would tell you about how awesome I am down here, but I have a feeling you probably already know that. <- Please. ._.
Lanolar slowly waled into the bar. He was an elf, someone people did not take kindly to. He sat down in an area without too many people, and ordered a light ale.
* Your name:Lanolar
* Alcohal level:Low
* Condition Timid
* Location: unpopulated area
* Money: 490
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"I always thought they were lighthouses..."
"...Billions of lighthouses, stuck at the far end of the sky."
Nameless walks into the bar. His cold, clammy, long fingers slide across a chair as he strode by. He was a tall man, slender as well. He was waiting to start a fight, his eyes locked forward, awaiting the cold stare of the bar attendees.
Just wait... just wait until someone looks at me funny. It'll be the end,man.
He thought to himself as he slowly took a chunk out of the nearby stool and continued walking around passive-aggressively.
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Name: Nameless
Alc lvl: 0%
Condition: Creepy
Location: Random Areas of the Bar
Money: $500
Lanolar saw a very aggressive man walk in out of the corner of his eye. As his ale came, he decided not to look at the guy, and whispered a thank you to the waitress.
* Your name:Lanolar
* Alcohal level:Low
* Condition: Timid
* Location: unpopulated area
* Money: 490
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"I always thought they were lighthouses..."
"...Billions of lighthouses, stuck at the far end of the sky."
Green sprinted forward, and reached for the mans pills. At the same time, he booked it out of the bar. Hopefully this would work. Alongside his drug problem, his family was low on cash.
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((I am a tad confused. Does Green have the money from the bar or not? Because I am unsure, I will write 2 scenarios)).
1: If Green has the money:
As soon as Green's back was turned and he was vulnerable, Derek lunged at him full force. ((For this I will have to wait for your response...))
2: If Green has the drugs, but not the money:
"Finally someone sensible" Derek murmured to himself as he took a seat at the bar.
As the druggie went under the table, Niya came in from behind and hit the back of his head with her palm, sending a huge wave of pain. ((knocked out or not?)) But she rolled out of his sight before he could see who attacked him in case it didn't knock him out.
<- Please. ._.
((By power gaming are you referencing me? Because the shot I fired was just a shot in your general direction (hence the "to impair green's aim"). You could have dodged it or ducked or something. If you are referencing AZilla, then disregard this comment ;P))
Derek threw the briefcase across the room. In the moment that everyone's eyes followed the case, ((if you've ever been mugged, you know what I am talking about. If you make an object move, people automatically focus on the object for a very short moment, giving you a very small time frame to react in. If you consider this powergaming, please let me know and I will re-post. I know this type of post is in a gray area xP)) Derek reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small packet containing 4 small, blue pills. He came out from behind the door and pointed his gun straight at the man saying "walk away without the money and these are yours. The other option - you walk out and get shot in a hospital somewhere. Your choice."
((Note: Derek is focused on the man and if you begin to pull the trigger I will do the same (we will both end up dead or injured))).
* Your name [Kevin Jerop]
* Alcohal level [Sober as can be]
* Condition [Ready to have a good time]
* Location [Front door]
* Money [$500]
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"Now really isn't the time to have a good time. If that's what you came here for, I suggest coming back later." She pointed at the table the druggie was hiding under. She couldn't see him from where she was standing, but the newcomer certainly could.
<- Please. ._.
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<- Please. ._.
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* Your name [Derek]
* Alcohal level [Sober]
* Condition [Annoyed that this situation is still going on.]
* Location [near the door, but not in front of it. (He feels uncomfortable turning his back to such a vulnerable area)]
* Money [$500]
"Sure, sounds great. As soon as things die down. I don't think anyone will serve us anything until this drugged idiot is out of here." Niya didn't really care who heard her, it was humiliating enough to be found here by Kevin, of all people, so she didn't care.
<- Please. ._.
Kevin speaks in almost a yell to the druggie, "Excuse me sir. You are interrupting everyone having fun. Leave now or you'll regret it."
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<- Please. ._.
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He thinks to himself:
"What the h** is going on here?"
He moves a hand toward his concealed hand gun, a Colt 1911. His hand hovers over the gun underneath his jacket.
* Your name: Jack
* Alcohal level:None
* Condition: Wary.
* Location: The corner
* Money: 500
* Your name:Lanolar
* Alcohal level:Low
* Condition Timid
* Location: unpopulated area
* Money: 490
"...Billions of lighthouses, stuck at the far end of the sky."
Just wait... just wait until someone looks at me funny. It'll be the end,man.
He thought to himself as he slowly took a chunk out of the nearby stool and continued walking around passive-aggressively.
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Name: Nameless
Alc lvl: 0%
Condition: Creepy
Location: Random Areas of the Bar
Money: $500
* Your name:Lanolar
* Alcohal level:Low
* Condition: Timid
* Location: unpopulated area
* Money: 490
"...Billions of lighthouses, stuck at the far end of the sky."
"Better not even make eye contact with him..." Jack thought as the slender person passed him.
* Your name: Jack
* Alcohal level:None
* Condition: Very wary.
* Location: The corner
* Money: 500
1: If Green has the money:
As soon as Green's back was turned and he was vulnerable, Derek lunged at him full force. ((For this I will have to wait for your response...))
2: If Green has the drugs, but not the money:
"Finally someone sensible" Derek murmured to himself as he took a seat at the bar.
A few moments later, he appears further down by the bar.
The bartender throws the tall, dark, slender man a pint of ale. He grabs the pint and breaks it into small bits before replacing them on the counter.
Silently, he begins looking around, grinning sheepishly for anyone to look at him directly.
One of you will make a mistake. One of you.
He slowly spies a greenish being outside the bar door. It notices him, and slowly slinks back into the darkness.