Gore Fest

[Armalite_]

Sam lay on the floor on the glass from the mirror. "Owwwww." He said to hurt to move. He lay there for a few moment before he picked himself up. He looked at the mess he'd made. He stood up and stretched his back. He looked around. "...Damn." He looked under the bed and noticed there was nothing there. He kicked the fan and the glass under the bed and giggled. He walked over to the window and opened the blinds. The view was awful as he looked out at the gloomy city that was fogged by a smoggy haze. Sam smiled.

He grabbed his jacket, glasses and smokes and walked out the door into the hallway. He was going on an adventure.

[Self-sain]

Stuv leaned over a toilet and put his claw down his thorat, he didn't care about his wight, he was just increasing his saliva production. Drool spewed down his face as he let it fall into small tubes. He wiped his face clean after he got about 8 bottles worth, and put them in a small step around his hip out of sight. 'Maybe I could go huntting now' he though to him self as he washed his hands. He took out what looked to be a marker and put one of the tube on the bottom end of it, a needle was on its back side to penetrate the tube and use the fluid as the ink would act. The marker was old, and sharp, it would be over all easy to hide, and even easier to use. He screwed on the end to make it look like a marker, stuffed it in his pocket and walked out the door. When he steeped out he bumbed into a fox, "excuse me" he said with a smirk across his. Face.

[Srgntcuddles]

"You do know he is only 14 years old, right? A bar is no place for him." Jerry said sternly. His phone rang after he said that. He sighed, opening the door the rest of the way and showed Irvin in. He closed the door behind him, stuffed his gun away not facing Irvin and took out his phone. He walked quickly passed him pointing to a couch near the hot tub. "Sit. Stay." After doing such he walk to the other end of the room to answer the phone. It was a short call, but Jerry came back. "The bar it is." He grabbed the straight jacket from the counter near the knives and went into the bathroom. A few moments later he came out with True. "So where are we going?" "Exploring, just like you wanted." "Yay!" True quickly ran to the door and opened it to wait in the hallway. "Come along now..." he said to Irvin.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Lurch walked down the street until he got to the bar. It had neon lights advertising their alcohol in just about every inch of window space there was. Again, he got the feeling of being watched, but when he turned, there was nothing but two yellow lights in the distance above the door of a building. He shrugged and stepped inside the bar, taking note of others there and stepping up, getting a bar stool. He ordered a vodka.

[StalBlue]

"You do know I was born and raised in France, right? I've been drinking since I was twelve. He'll be fine. All he needs is a little adult supervision." Irv heard a phone go off. "Phone call." Jerry went and came back quickly. Said something about bar it was and then disappeared into the bathroom. Irvin took the opportunity to grab a knife. He took one that seemed balanced enough for throwing, and tucked it in a small slip up his jacket sleeve for easy access if something happened. He was sitting on the couch when the True ran out. After a short talk with an extremely excited weasel, Jerry said "Come along now..." Irv shrugged and rolled his eyes, before stuffing his hands in his pockets and exiting the room. "Hey, True, here. Take this." Irv handed him an ID card of a much old, though very similar looking weasel. "It should help you get into the bar I'm taking you to."

[Gabag]

The night was young, the people not so friendly and so full of blood. Oh how Karlyle was going to enjoy taking them down, because no one expects the surgeon to actually be a lethal combatant. Strolling through the streets of the island's town in full attire, he got strange looks from people, and a shout in particular irked him.
"THIS AINT TEAM FORTRESS 2 BUDDY! GO HOME!" He had half a mind to slap him upside the head with a sharp rock he saw, but decided against it, after all he was here for the money, not stabbing people in the face... at least not yet.

Walking into a bar, he took a seat next to a grimy looking vulture, with an equally grimy bartender.
"What'll ya have sawbones?" the tender asked, referring to the red cross symbol on his uniform.

"Newcastle Ale" he mumbled and caught the sliding bottle and took a swig.

[Armalite_]

Sam turned and looked at Stuv, who'd bumped into him. "It's cool, brah." He said, lighting up a cigarette in the hallway. He eye'd Stuv up and down, though he wouldn't be able to tell through his shutter shades. The guy definitely looked like he was up to something. Sam narrowed his eyes. He put his right hand to his hip inches from where the handle of the knife was in his pocket. His right hand rested casually on his hip while Sam took drags from his cigarette with his left. "I'm Sam by the way. I guess we're neighbours. Nice to meet you." He didn't offer a hand to shake and for good reason. "You going somewhere in particular?"

[Self-sain]

He put his hands in his pocket for a second, pulling the marker into his sleeve, and crossed his arm, having the ability to strike any second, he didn't know where the knife went, but know he thinks he had an idea, "I'm stuv, I was just going for a night stroll"

[Srgntcuddles]

As Jerry led the way on to the bar True couldn't stop staring at his new found ID. Jerry didn't exactly approve. As they approached the bar he took the ID from True. "You won't need this." "Hey, that's mean, Jerry!" Jerry ignored him as he came up to the bouncer at the bar. He pulled out his own ID and flashed it to the rather large bulldog. "These two are with me." The bulldog looked behind Jerry and saw True and Irvin. The bulldog looked at True and took a step back, seeming scared of him. "Y-Yes, go right in." Jerry put his ID away and began to walk inside. "Come along now." True skipped in happily behind Jerry. "Wow, Jerry you must be cool!" Jerry simply chuckled and looked around. The bar was dimly lit, cigarette smoke filled the top of the room in a think cloud. In the room were several people, likely from the half priced goods. There were a couple tables with several guards each in one corner. They wore black leather outfits, each of them with black visor-ed helmets at their feet. They were getting drunk, milking the low prices as much as anyone else. Jerry walked to the bar and sat down, ordering a drink. True sat beside him, spinning in his chair. There were various other shady characters around as well, Jerry was just idly drinking, not enough to get any ill effects. He had to stay sharp if anything had to happen.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

By the time others began to get there Lurch was well on his way to getting drunk. He wasn't exactly taking it easy on the alcohol. "At least if I go out I won't feel a thing," he giggled, spinning around in his chair to catch a glimpse of everyone else that had been coming in. "Drinks on me!" He shouted. If there was one thing Lurch was, it was a happy alcoholic. He was usually rather harmless if not annoying to anyone around. He slung his arm around the doctor. "Eh, what'll it be?"

[Gabag]

Karl casually lifted the drunk's arm off of him, then shoved him into some other undesirable patrons. "What i want for you, my drunken vulture friend, is to mind your personal space, or someone's not leaving this bar with their heart in their body" he said as he took another sip of his newcastle ale.
This gorefest had better be worth being with all of these hooligans.

[Armalite_]

There was a moment of awkward and silent tension as the two stared eachother down in the hallway. Smoke billowed off the tip of Sam's ciagrette has he stared at Stuv through narrowed eyes. Finally, Sam spoke. "Wanna go for a drink?" His face remained unchanged. Instead, his suspicion was replaced by innocent unamusement. Of course Sam knew that if they kept this up for much longer, someone was going to end up dead. He figured he might as well get to know someone while he was there...and have a bit of fun at the same time.

[Self-sain]

"Alcohol,  violence, why not" Stuv gestured for him to go, but he thought about it, and decied he wouldn't move, so he walked at a fast paste, until he was in view of more people, then slowed down.

[StalBlue]

Irv walked into the bar behind Jerry and True. He really wasn't growing very fond of Jerry. More like annoyed. Whatever. He sat down with them at a table and then ordered them a bottle of gin, scotch and three glasses. "Ever had Gin before, True?" he asked, pouring some for himself and the weasel. He slid the scotch over to Jerry, along with a glass. It was a guess, but Jerry looked like a scotch man to him. If not, he'd just bring it with him.

[Srgntcuddles]

Jerry poured himself a glass of the offered scotch silently and sipped it. True stopped spinning in his chair and looked at the glass in front of him. "Nope, never had it! I was told to try everything once!" he said happily and snatched up the glass with both his paws. He quickly chugged it and slammed the glass down on the counter. "Wow! That tastes funny!" he exclaimed spinning again in his chair. He suddenly stopped spinning and leaned up to be a bit taller. Once he did that he pounded the count. "Barkeep! Irish Car Bomb! Make it snappy!" he blurted out. True sat back down and threw his paws over his mouth not knowing why he said that. Jerry was surprised he said that too, it didn't sound like something True would say, rather Nier...