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Tweak says, "good morning sunshine"

Elizabeth Marie Collins; Liz (hidesinshadows) wrote in reesyn_nm_rpg,
@ 2008-09-15 19:00:00

Current mood:	bitchy
Entry tags:	[status] incomplete, aj williams, hannah cleage, liz collins

Who: Liz Collins; OPEN to anyone-- Multiple repliers are welcome, too.
When: Monday September 15th, 11PM-ish
Where: Biker Bar
Rating/Warning: TBD, Likely at least Pg-13. Liz is in a mood, so, drinking, swearing, and perhaps some fighting.

Liz kind of played the day out in a numb sort of haze; the day before after getting to bed after talking with Kali outside sitting on the sidewalk outside the cemetery. She didn’t move from her bed. Not even for lunch or dinner, and she only answered her phone when Kali called. She didn’t want to get up and go to work Monday morning, but, she had to. Blowing off work wasn’t something that would do her any good. [As if staying in bed all day was doing her good, it only gave her more time to think, and re-think all the things that were said… and let her feelings and emotions mix and mangle even more. She hadn’t felt this angry, and hurt it quite some time.]

After leaving work, she was supposed to head to Stephen’s for a Monday evening practice. The band had practice two-three times a week; Tuesdays and Thursdays, and sometimes Mondays when Stephen felt it was needed. Or, Liz could swear half the time it was just because he wanted everyone to hang out, or maybe he just really wanted her around, [since the guys were usually hanging out anyway] and a reason for her not to refuse to come. But, that was just the odd idea she had in her head about it.

Before heading to practice; she packed her bag with a few things. Then headed to Stephen’s, where she was mostly keeping to herself; except for taking two beers that were offered. She didn’t talk to any of the guys, but she defiantly rocked out on the drums. Maybe a little harder than needed, and then when things were wrapped up and the guys were talking about heading out, and bring their ‘girl’… Liz. She asked to borrow the bathroom, which wasn’t a problem, and she took a quick shower, and got dressed, in the things she brought with her. A very skimpy outfit fixed her hair and makeup. She’d gotten dressed at Stephen’s because she didn’t want Kali knowing she was going out. Was likely she was still at work, but, she was never sure.

She sort of dodged their questions, and Markus cute teasing. And didn’t even notice Stephen’s somewhat gaping, glaring. Then, after repeatedly refusing their offer to go out with them, she left. And headed out of town, she knew of a few clubs that she went to when she didn’t want anyone really recognizing her. After a few hours of drinking, and some serious dancing with random men, she headed back into town. Although taking the other road, she was driving past the Biker Bar, and, she stopped, turned around and pulled into the parking lot.

Liz didn’t really want to head home; and she rarely went to the Biker bar, she usually was seen everywhere else and thus figured that hopefully nobody would recognize her, although by this time, she wasn’t as caring as earlier that evening. She climbed out of her car, and headed towards the door. She was wearing a very short black leather mini skirt, and red and black halter top, with an open back, held together with a tied string. The shirt was a bit short, and showed off her stomach a bit, and her belly button piercing, which has a red and black skull ring; matching earrings in her upper piercing in her ears. All her tattoos were viewable, except the ones on her feet; since she was wearing knee high boots. Her long naturally blond hair hung loosely over her nearly bare shoulders.

She ignored the few whistles that a few of the men let out when she walked past them. She’d been ignoring them all night; except for the ones coming from the few young men she danced with, although, to their dismay she dropped them after a few songs. It had annoyed a few of them, which was when she left and went to another place, which was how she ended up driving towards home. She’d run out of places to skip off to.

She slid up on a bar stool, figuring she’d start with a drink; not that she hadn’t already had more than a few. People were usually surprised at how much she could drink before being completely wasted, considering how small of a girl she was. Although, mostly it’s cause she’d drank so much when she was younger. A guy called out to her, then stepped behind her, “Hey missy, you wanta dance.” Liz didn’t even glance at him, “Not with you… Piss off.”

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aj_williams
2008-09-15 06:15 pm UTC (link)

AJ shuffled through her disorganized folder, attempting to find a paper she had just written a few days ago. Her fingers hastily looked through her papers, her head shaking in horror that she had misplaced her paper that took her a week to write. Well, half a week, the other days spent on playing Grand Theft Auto. She stood up straight, trying to remember where she had placed it last. Biting her bottom lip, she froze.

The Biker Bar.

After what had happened a few nights ago, she didn’t want to enter that place. Troubled that the man she had seen before was also there waiting for her. In her mind, she debated whether she should go or not. One told her no, reason being because of the jackass that had gave her problems last time, and the other reason yes because after all, she did spent a good amount of time working on it. An exasperated sigh escaped from her lips, making her decision and grabbing her coat.

She hopped into her car, starting the engine and leaving quickly, hoping to get back before her father would awake and get a tantrum. Hearing the chimes on the door as she opened it, she stepped in with her simple, but snug grey sweats. Her long brunette hair was tucked into a ponytail, and her hands shoved sluggishly into her pockets.

To her relief, the man she had encountered last night wasn’t here. But she could spot some men snickering at her smug outfit. Her eyes rolled, ignoring them as she walked to the table she was sitting at before. Having a hope that the paper she had lost was there somewhere.

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hidesinshadows
2008-09-18 12:28 am UTC (link)

The guy got angry at what she’d said to him, and grabbed her around the shoulders, turning her around to face himself. “Do what?” He eyed her, grinding his teeth a bit. He was a big brood shouldered guy, in leather, with more than enough alcohol in himself. Liz rolled her eyes; she was never one to be intimated by big guys, even when she should have. Twas why she’d had a few of the trips to the hospital. “I told ya ta Piss off!”

The man glared, “You—“ Liz interrupted him, shaking her finger a little bit, “You really don’t wanta do this…” The man chuckled, “Whys that, little one?” The blond shook her head, glaring; she didn’t like being called little, not at all. She leaned in a bit, rising off the floor on her tippy toes. “Cause, I’ll fuck you up.” He grabbed a hold of her neck, although he didn’t apply any pressure. He thought he was over power enough, and was confused at her stern stare. “Really.” Liz slipped her hand over his wrist, “Let go of me.” She told him, in a pointed tone. “Or what, we’ll ya talk me to death?”

She rolled her eyes, and then fluttered them shut… “No, I might burn you to death though…” He would have started laughing, except he felt his wrist heat up, he glanced downward, spotting the fire coming from her finger tips. Nobody else could, he was blocking the view with his body. He whimpered and let go, and started yelling a bit. “You Bitch…” Rubbed at his wrist, several layers of skin peeling off when he did so. He saw no lighter in her hands, just her staring with an amused smile. “You … You’re a witch.” She rolled her eyes, “Well then.” She pointed at him, “Best start walkin’ then.” And she pointed towards the door. He slowly backed away, not taking his eyes off her. A few people had heard the yelling, and spotted him, but not many other paid attention to what actually happened. He was so startled that he ran straight into the girl at a table, dressed in sweats and a coat, appearing to look around the table for something. He tripped and fell over making a loud crash as he hit the floor, swearing loudly.

Liz walked over to where he fell, mostly to check and make sure the girl was alright; a guy that big could squish somebody smaller than him, practically a girl. She leaned over the man, not caring at the view up her skirt or now her shirt that he might have been able to get from lying on the floor glaring up. She spoke loud enough for a good majority of people to hear. “You know, you shouldn’t drink so much… Or, do you not walk that often?” She chuckled, then glanced over at the girl.

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theslowburn
2008-09-16 01:15 pm UTC (link)

Hannah was having a rough night, lots of drunken asshats. She was walking past drunk guy, after drunk guy. When one of the guys grabbed her ass, she pulled back and decked him. Moving past him with a satisfied smile. She came to the bar and put in an order for a big table that had walked in. Then she put in a food order. She had on a pair of tight leather pants and a leather halter, with her cowboy boots.

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hidesinshadows
2008-09-18 12:32 am UTC (link)

It was a bit later in the night; surprisingly she’d stayed after the incident with the large man. She was finishing a long island ice tea when she spotted Hannah, hearing her giving the orders. Liz was more than a bit drunk by this time, but, she still ordered another. “Hey ya girly… nice boots.” She spoke to Hannah, not thinking that she might not recognize her with blond hair. She grinned at her, head titled a bit.

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	theslowburn 2008-09-18 02:30 am UTC (link)
	Hannah looked up at the familiar voice with a smile. "Hey there, girlie girl, nice hair. Don'tcha look slick an' sexy. I like it. So, whatcha doin'? Gettin' your drink on?" She asked with a smile as she walked over and put her foot on one of the rungs of the bar stool. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hidesinshadows
2008-09-18 10:13 am UTC (link)

Liz grinned at her, a bit giddy in nature. “Huh, yea… thank ya darlin’.” Saying nothing that it was her natural shade, didn’t matter none at all really. She made a little face, nodding, “Yeah do, don’t I. Uhh, huhh… That’d be what’d I’m a doin’ … and a avoidin’ the drunk n’ horny men. Maybe even scarin’ the shit outa them, which allways fun.”

She didn’t explain what she meant, but, she was referring to earlier. She wasn’t above using magic in public, although elemental stuff that she could do on the spot was all she really could manage if in a situation, everything else took longer and wouldn’t be sure if it’d work if rushed.

Not that Hannah knew anything about her magic, or being a witch. Although, perhaps she could smell the scent of the fire still lingering, especially since she’d been using it a lot as of late, at least with her enhanced scent. Liz knew nothing of her being a werewolf though, so, it was sort of fair.

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theslowburn
2008-09-18 11:59 am UTC (link)

"Well, any drunk an' horny men come near ya-yeah, jus' find me. I love a good brawl, ain't nothing like feeling of bone on bone, cracking of skin and cartilage under a fist. I think it is why I chose this callin'? Gives me a reason ta kick some ass."

She took a whiff of her then. "Ya' smell like sulfur, sugar. Ya ain't been in any accidents, have ya? A fire or nothin'?" She asked a bit concerned. Wondering if some of this was chock and not just alcohol.

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hidesinshadows
2008-09-18 10:49 pm UTC (link)

Liz smirked, “O’tay I’ll find ya… haa. There was one guy, don’t think he’ll be comin’ back though…”She laughed. “A good brawl, always good. Folk surprised at what my scrawny ass could do… though, it’s gotten me put in da hospital more ‘n a few times. Ain’t like some folk… I ahh… around town.” She stopped herself no drunk ramblings about were creatures. “But I understand ya, sometimes any reason is good enough. So yeah. Haa.”

At that Liz started giggling a bit, although she shook her head. She sniffed the collar of her shirt a little bit, and then her palms. She didn’t smell anything, although was likely she wouldn’t really depict it if she did. Kind of like when a person gets so use to a scent that they don’t notice it anymore.

Then realizing she hadn’t answered, “Na… I’m good. No accidents. No concerned need hunny… thank ya though.” She sipped at her newly refilled drink, although found herself squinted a bit at Hannah. “How do ya smell it, I can’t. Sulfur, ya sure?” Of course she was sure, Liz knew the exact reason why she’d smell like it. If she hadn’t done any drinking she’d play it off that it must just been cigarette smoke, from the different bars. Although the smell was distinctly different, some might not notice. Then she chuckled, “I ahh, sometimes walk past where the old burn-ed buildin’s are. Ain’t it funny, even though so much times a passed, that’d the scent still lingers in the air, it’d a must ta been that.” She offered over as an explanation.

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theslowburn
2008-09-19 11:33 pm UTC (link)

"Ya all right, hon? Wow, you are wasted. Do ya need a ride home?"

Hannah used a mask of indifference when she posed her next answer, how she answered it meant a lot of things.

"Well, ya know how they say some people develop a hyper sense of some sort? I got few of em'. Keen eyes, sense a smell and emotions. Had been like this since I as a lil' un. I was told I shoulda been a detective with my keen senses, may be I could solve a lot of this world's problems."

She was still concerned, this girl was sort of her friend, Hannah didn't have any, really, since Jacks used to be the town bicycle. She had a couple of her own relations with girls, redheads, her weakness.

"Yeah, it is funny how that smell still lingers like it does. It kinda just smells like y been by a bone fire." She added with a warm, soft smile.

She looked down at her shoes, she knew she seemed to be a lot more friendly with Jackson and it kind of hurt, but it was normal for them and her. She wanted to be her friend, but she also knew something would set her off, something would happen, she'd be in a mood and see Jackson flirting or talking and not recognize her, something would go wrong and she suddenly just felt terrible. She scratched her head and bit her bottom lip, her brow furrowing. It really sucked that she could never control her beast and her husband was a flirt.

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