Who: Blank(s) and Annie Where: Blank's "Club;" Wheel 1 What: A therapy session. When: Just after their talk Rating: Medium: Violence, Cursing, Blood. Open: No. Status: Finished
A Blank stepped in to the club that had been made before all this shit with Higgs had gone down. One side of his lip moved up as he made his way to the bar. It was well stocked. Blank was many things, but he was no slouch on the booze. He had learned from the best, right?
Upon about his seventeenth step, standing in the middle of the bar’s length, his arms rose to his midsection just as his right foot stomped on to the ground. The shockwave of his spell shattered every bottle on the shelfs, but it was truly the crimson tendrils of his aura that did the most damage to his glass walls other’s club. Mostly mirror, nothing tlhat can truly change. He took a long breath, trying to calm himself, allow the the tendril to react.
He affirmed to himself: she didn’t know, his other didn’t have his phone back yet. Did she?
There was a small smirk that came over his face as he wiped off one of the stool at the bar, carefully taking a seat. His smirk turned to a complete crying act, just before he slammed his head in to the top of the bar hard enough to cause himself to bleed. Seeing himself in a piece the mirror; Gods he looked good with that goatee back.. With that, he fell on to his back, and acted as if he were knocked out cold.