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Post by Deaths on Mar 4, 2017 4:57:11 GMT
As Jack watched his new partner walk into the bar he couldn't but laugh to himself. Everything he had told him was a lie, and he believed it all. Jack waited for Reynolds to enter the bar, after Jack casually walked across the street ducking behind the bar he follows the blood trail to the back door. "Probable cause." He thinks to himself as he tries the door nob, it was locked of course. Nothing he couldn't take care of, he fiddles in his pocket drawing his lock picking set. Enhancing his sense of touch he feels every slight movement of the tumblers in the lock. A few seconds later and it opens up to him, returning himself to normal he slowly opens the door. The bar was rowdy, no more rowdy then a normal biker bar, but there was a tension in the air Jack could feel it.
Moving quietly through the back room Jack escapes notice as fortune would have it some punk was causing trouble getting the attention of the staff from the sound of things. The blood trail stops, in front of a treasure trove of evidence. A pile of clothes still covered in blood lay before him, putting on a pair of latex gloves he digs through the belongings, until he finds what he was looking for. A small cellphone covered in blood, "It still works!" Jack thinks to himself excitedly placing the phone inside a plastic bag, he rolls the bag up and places it in his back left pocket. His ears pick up more angry voices, it seems like a real fight was about to break out. Drawing his pistol from holster, he approaches the back of the bar his eyes set on a woman looking straight at Reynolds.
Reynolds is shaken he's lost whatever spine he had from just talking to this woman, he notices the way she moves her arm is clearly wounded. "She must be Zone." He thinks to himself with his gun raised. Activating his eyes he looks at a small reflection off of a few bottles, a biker gang was ready to attack, a few of the women at the bar were not intimidated to say the slightest, and his poor partner sat there shaking in his boots. A fight is seconds away from breaking out with God knows, how many powereds. Jack grabs his communicator and speaks very quietly into it, "This is detective Jack Gallagher, I am currently at the Rolling Thunder, we have a riot about to break out with multiple powered individuals." Response time will be a bit as no one is going to care too much if criminals kill other criminals, so Jack tells a little white lie. "10-13, I repeat we have a 10-13." He states into the device, even though a lot of the force is corrupt, an officer in distress is, one of our few unifying factors, since we need to protect our own, a lot of cops will show up, and fast, either out of a sense of duty, or vengeance either way it's about to get crazy in this little bar. Once the brawl starts Jack is going to sneak up on Zone, and detain her; the regular cops can deal with he others. All he had to do is wait until the right moment.
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Post by Envy on Mar 4, 2017 5:22:46 GMT
Golden no Gin for me and a looks like there going to be a good old bar fight. Stopping time for a mere minute Alister pours himself a shot of gin he was going to watch this fight he'll get involved when he wants to. Hell if that Crooked Jack throws a punch my way or tries thing wish he wasn't in this bar "So a show with my drink this will be amazing." He says in his usual deadpan voice.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 4, 2017 5:23:21 GMT
Abigail couldn't help but grin, this girl had fire! She was about to open a mouth to retort when a gruff voice from behind said. "What you saying 'bout our 'little gang' bitch?" Fuck. Turning around she realised that a large portion of the bar were now on their feet with murder in their eyes. "Hey Half-Bite! Leave this slag to me I got it brother." Half-bite spat and growled showing his wonderful set of teeth the left half of which were missing due to being tortured by some of the Kovacs a long time age. "It ain't just your problem any more Sam. She disrespected the club and we can't be having that shit from some two-bit whore!" Abigail subtly reached into Sam's jacket and grabbed hold of her taser. "Course she can always apologise we can be real forgiving if given the right... motivation." Half-bite leered down at her to chortles from the others. "Jesus Half-bite rein it in brother!" Said Abigail, this shit was going way too far for her taste. "When'd you become a pussy Sam?!" Said Phil, a man so large and fat she was surprised his bike could still take the weight. "Used to be you'd be first in line to school some slut like her!" He grabbed Abigail by Sam's jacket pulling her out of her seat. "You gone soft pretty-boy?!" Abigail sighed. "Can't say I didn't warn you... brother." With that she slammed her taser into the fat man's neck sending 50,000 volts screaming through his body, luckily the jacket he was holding her up by wasn't a conductor. As he fell convulsing to the floor there was a moment of stunned silence. Then all hell broke loose.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 4, 2017 9:19:46 GMT
For fucks sake... Cleo thinks to herself. She hasn't been on shift for half an hour and already hell has broken loose. She glances for a second to Margaret, who gives her a confirming nod; control this before it spreads to the rest of the bar. Tomo surely sees it as well and knows what to do. The one named Half-Bzite makes the mistake of trying to grab a glass bottle near where Cleo is standing, most likely to smash it and use as a makeshift weapon. As soon as his finger wrap around the neck of the bottle, Cleo grips his wrist and yanks it towards her while she has her other hand on the back of his head. With the momentum, Half-Bite's hits the hard counter nose first. There's a painful crunch and his unconscious body crumbles to the ground. Reynolds is still scared as hell, giving her a hell of an advantage over these punks. She stares at the rest with eyes beginning to blacken. "You really want to do this here?" She says in a low voice, a slight growl to it.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 4, 2017 10:30:43 GMT
Well fuck... At least Tomo wasn't the one who began the fight for once. A third biker approach Cleo and his fallen friend to help him or revenge him, better safe than sorry she stops him from doing so by kicking him in the belling before slamming his head on the counter. As the poor guy join his uncouncious friends she spins to face the rest of them. "Listen fuckers, everyone of you, either you gently get back to your drinks or you will end like the 3 sleeping beauties here. So, what it is ?" She glances at the cop, she thought Reynold was going to do something but seems like she was wrond, the guy is still as a rock on his stool.
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 4, 2017 18:07:48 GMT
She stood by what she said; she may have been somewhat of a hypocrite for saying it in the first place, but the gangs and the bikers and the mobsters lived to take it to a new level, and then silence anybody that said anything against them. It wasn't exactly the best of scenarios that her impulsiveness may have landed her in, now that she came to think about it, but part of her beauty was that she was always prepared. She expected a quick response from the biker, or at least a look of horror or anger, but the biker looked...impressed. Her eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly at that; that was entirely unexpected, given the intense kinship usually present in such gangs; she would have expected something much more bombastic in order to reprimand her for her insolent words. At least the bartender came to her defense, finally tearing herself away from what seemed like a heated conversation with the police officer on the other side of the bar in order to interact with Samuel and, to her pleasure, subtly threaten Samuel into backing off and warning him to head over to his boys. She would have appreciated the backup and the direction from the bartender even more had she not realised from the crowd of bikers standing up and heading over with murderous looks in their eyes that they had heard what she'd said to their friend. She probably should have seen that coming.
Bracing herself and getting ready to react should anything happen, she morphed her expression into a neutral one, not nearly as intimidating as she could usually pull off, but enough to show that their own intimidation factor would be wholly ineffective. Not only would she be able to take down every single one of them at the same time without a scratch, but she'd gone through too much to even begin to be afraid by a pathetic biker gang. Raising her eyebrows slightly at Samuel apparently attempting to talk them down from what appeared to be the highest forms of perversion running through their mind, she casually tightened her left hand around the empty whiskey glass, ready to use it as an impromptu weapon should it come to that, as she watched one of the larger members of the gang turn on Samuel for his reluctance to join them in taking liberties with her. Opening her mouth to respond, her words died in her throat and her eyes widened in shock as Samuel reached into his jacket pocket and whipped out a fucking taser, shoving the thing into lard-arse's neck and making him go down harder than the Titanic onto the wooden floor, spasming and convulsing wildly. Okay, that wasn't something she was expecting, she had to admit. Her eyes moving back up to the movement of the gang in front of her as all of them started to yell in anger, her hand tightened around the glass and her fist clenched as she prepared for whatever was coming next, raising her chin slightly in anticipation before the bartender suddenly reached forwards and pulled the biker that had threatened her first forwards towards the bar counter as his fingers closed around a beer bottle, using her other hand to slam his head loudly on the counter.
Moving back slightly in surprise as the biker sank to the ground, unconscious before his body hit the floor, the entire bar became deadly silent, each one of the biker gang members in a position to attack with more than a few of them holding a weapon already standing stock still with a wary expression as the bartender threatened each and every one of them, knowing full well that her threat extended to everybody in the bar now standing up, close to seventy people all cautious about what was going to happen next, the tension palpable. After a few seconds, some of the bar members started to slowly return to their seats, a few of the bikers very reluctantly doing the same, a murderous expression cast both to the bartender and to her. Thankful that the situation had been defused for now, she imagined that this was probably her cue to leave, releasing the glass from her grip and moving off the barstool. Keeping her eyes slightly down, she weaved in between a few of the patrons without a word, heading towards the exit before she felt a rough hand close around her upper left arm.
"You think you're off the hook now, bitch?" one of the bikers growled in her ear, a large, brawny man in his forties with a face that looked like it'd seen its fair share of fights, his grip firm and tight around her own muscular bicep. The disgusting aroma of smoke, alcohol and tartar from several days without brushing his teeth overwhelmed her nostrils, barely keeping her composure as her eyes snapped towards the large hand grasping her arm. "We'll fucking find you for this, and we'll make you wish you were never fucking born."
"Take your hand off my arm." she spoke up, her voice steady and calm as she injected as much threat and warning into her tone as possible, fully aware of all the eyes in the bar on the two of them, the entire bar deadly silent and wondering what would happen next.
"Oh, I'll be doing much more than that when we find you, bitch." his gravelly voice countered, his tone thick and his meaning undeniable. Pressing her tongue against her teeth as she sighed slightly, she moved her eyes up to look into the menacing gaze of the biker for a few seconds, gauging his reaction to her fearlessness before she turned her head over to the bartender and smiling a self-deprecating smile as she let out a single breath of air through her nostrils.
"I just want the record to show that I tried." she offered to the bartender, her tone slightly despondent. It was a shame; despite the patrons and the atmosphere, the drink hadn't been half-bad.
Swiftly wresting her arm from the biker's grip with a strength that surprised him, she closed her left hand and slammed the bottom of her fist into the man's nose with a powerful strike, feeling his nose crunch beneath her hand and feeling blood spurt over the side of her little finger. Barely allowing him the time to reel back in shock as he immediately began to bring his hands up to his broken nose, the biker managed only a split second of an agonised shriek before she grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and pulled his torso down, bringing her right knee up at the same time to slam her knee into the biker's chest, throwing him forwards with the momentum of her attack to send him flying off his feet. As he sailed through the air, he crashed on top of a table adorned with bottles and coasters a few feet backwards from his position, tumbling over the other side as he slid over the table and landing unceremoniously on the floor neck first, his body unmoving and unresponsive as he came to a stop covered in beer and bruises. Ignoring the cracked table and the people sitting around the aforementioned table that had jumped backwards in shock, knocking their chairs over backwards as they had scrambled to avoid the large sack of meat sliding across their table, she turned around towards the rest of the bikers, most of them still in shock. Ready to dive in, she cracked her neck, feeling the blood pumping through her veins and her heart beating out of her chest.
"Next?" she asked rhetorically, a manic grin spreading across her face and her eyes turning goading as she headbutted the nearest biker on the nose, feeling the crunching beneath her forehead as the bones were shoved back into his skull as the entire bar erupted in a cacophony of yelling all around her, the hopes for any sort of peace utterly gone as everybody in the bar turned to the nearest patron and viciously attacked, weapons being grabbed and punches and kicks being thrown all around her as all hell broke loose.
This was going to be fun.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 4, 2017 18:55:35 GMT
Zone inaudibly sighs. She thought that her and Tomo managed to defuse this, but Sam's little posse obviously couldn't take a blow to their pride and just had to make that threat to her. She doesn't blame the woman. In all fairness she blames Sam and his persistence... Well, who was pretending to be Sam. She knows that he would never turn on his crew and that to have such an uncanny appearance of him requires a set of powers, so she wonders who the hell this person is... A ponder for another time as she watches the woman take down the large man with a swift blow to the nose and knee to the chest in a flash. She arches an eyebrow at this display with her arms crossed, that was impressive. Most men and women here swing with reckless abandon but she was precise and calculated, not your ordinary girl that's for sure. Before Cleo knows it, the whole bar is chaos and havoc.
"It's that time again, Tomo." She mutters under her breath. She glances at Margaret slightly, who throws a wooden bat in Cleo's direction. Looks like she got full permission to pacify this any means necessary. She catches it in one swift moment and vaults herself over the counter. She thrusts the fat end into the face of a charging mountain of a man and swings it underneath his legs to knock him down as his scrawny friends comes at her. She ducks under his drunken fist and deliver a swing on the top of his back, breaking the bat in half and most likely the man's bones. Well, there goes her little helper, not a total loss as the fear between patrons build, she'll have no problem overpowering the folks here and ditches the remains of the bat. Two men are exchanging punches beside her and a chair is thrown through the air, soaring towards her. She catches it with both hands by the back board and turning with the momentum, smashes it into one of the Brawling men's back which breaks the thing in half.
The second brawler pulls out a knife and stabs it towards her stomach, a nasty sneer twisted on his face. It doesn't look like he's happy with Cleo interfering with his fistfight. Still holding the now detached back board, she holds it in front of her stomach and the knife man's attack is halted with his weapon stuck in the wood. His sneer turns grim as Cleo throws the board to the side and yanking the knife out of his grasp. All it takes is one punch to the face and he goes down. She almost doesn't see the pool cue wielding woman coming at her and holds her arms up to guard against her attack. The pool cue snaps on impact of her forearms, it hurt like hell but Cleo has been through worst. She grabs the woman and pushes her into a group of brawlers, causing a Domino effect as they tumble into a pile of bodies.
A fist connects Cleo's cheek, making her head roll in the direction of the punch. She tastes blood where her teeth caught against the inside of her mouth. She spits a bit of blood and glares at her attacker. He wears a face like he just made the biggest mistake of his life. Okay, Cleo is definitely pissed off now. She returns the punch, much harder than his own. He's knocked out before he hits the ground. Her next set of targets are fighting on the opposite side of a pool table from where she is, a wall on the other side of the brawlers. Cleo pushes both hands on the table and shoves it onto them. They are now trapped between the heavy pool table and the wall. They struggle to push it back, actually trying to work in unison now to free themselves.
Cleo keeps moving through the bar, dodging punches and throwing her own at the patrons. This is not how she wanted to spend her shift tonight.
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 4, 2017 20:12:49 GMT
Moving her body to the side as a wiry man threw a wild fist at her face, she swiftly grabbed the man's outstretched arm by the bicep, his arm still hovering where her head had been, using her grip to pull him towards her and jerking him off-balance as she connected her right fist with his cheekbone, his face caving slightly under the impact as his body was thrown to the floor with force, his head slamming onto the floor. Making her way through the bar, she reached out and caught an empty beer bottle sailing through the air singlehandedly, her left hand closing around the neck of the bottle as she spun her body sideways to dodge the skyward slash of a knife wielded by another biker, using her momentum to swing her arm around in an arc and slam the bottle into the biker's temple, felling him immediately as she rolled forwards to avoid another bottle that was being thrown at her head, somersaulting forwards several feet and righting her posture at the feet of another patron as she grabbed both of his shins with the palms of her hand, avoiding the bottle he had thrown and using her momentum to push herself up onto her feet, using her grip on his shins to lift him off his feet and over her shoulders before he could gather himself quick enough to respond; pushing her arms over her shoulders as she properly righted herself on her feet, she raised her eyebrow slightly in anticipation, a small smirk adorning her features and nodding once briskly as she heard the loud thud of the man's back slamming hard onto the floor.
Turning to her left to face an extremely large attacker barrelling towards her with a yell, holding a pool cue in an attacking position, she watched as her assailant brought the pool cue up and slammed it down towards her head, moving around and to the side as she dodged the attack, closing her hands around her assailants around the pool cue as she brought herself around to face the same direction as her attacker, standing side by side with him as she swiftly jerked her elbow back into her assailant's nose, feeling the bones crunch as he staggered backwards, immediately releasing the pool cue and relinquishing the weapon to her. Spinning the pool cue around for a better grip, she allowed her body to move with the momentum as she turned around towards her attacker and positioned her feet, locking them into place as she brought up her right leg in a roundhouse kick to the jaw, feeling his jaw crack beneath her foot as she spun around, her leg following through as she brought her foot down and planted it back on the ground, facing the opposite way once he had sank to the ground, unconscious.
Throwing the pool cue forwards slightly, releasing and reaffirming her grip in the space of a second to give herself better leverage than the middle of the pool cue, she leaned her torso back slightly as she lifted her leg, slamming her foot into the stomach of another, smaller man rushing at her and knocking him back, winded, as she spun around and cracked the end of the pool cue with force across the top of his skull, keeping the back end of the pool cue touching her outer arm for leverage. As he went down swiftly, she saw two more assailants heading towards her out of the corner of her right eye; throwing the pool cue forward once more in order to grab it firmly with both hands, she swung the pool cue around once more and slammed it into the neck of the woman rushing towards her, keeping the pool cue firmly in her grasp as she used the stopping motion of her neck to quickly move the pool cue in the other direction, moving it downwards to slam into her husband's outer thigh. As he sank down onto one knee, screaming in pain, she used the briefly free area she had alongside the stopping motion provided by the hit she sent to his leg to spin around 360°, increasing her speed and power exponentially as she brought the pool cue down onto the man's head, the cue snapping into two pieces beneath her grip as the man dropped to the ground, his scalp quickly soaked in blood.
Bringing up the second half of the pool cue in her hands up for inspection, she rolled her eyes as she dodged an attack and leveraged a powerful kick to her assailant's stomach, crouching down and moving as fluidly as water as she straightened out her arm and drove the broken pool cue backwards into the back of the man's knee. Righting herself and still moving all the time, she ignored the man's screams of pain as she grabbed him by the back of his jacket and stopped him from sinking to the floor, moving both of their bodies as she threw him directly into a skirmish happening a few feet away from her involving four people, each and every one of the people involved being bowled over by the impact of the flying body heading their way. Scanning the room quickly, she broke out into a sprint towards the pool table, landing a running punch to a woman's cheekbone before reached the pool table and quickly pressed her right palm onto the green fabric of the pool table and pushed upwards with her feet, sending her sailing into the air. Vaulting over the pool table with an expert fluidity, she brought her left leg down prematurely and slammed it into the ear of the man closest to the table, sending him crashing to the floor as she pulled her hand off of the fabric and used the momentum to spin in mid-air, landing gracefully on her feet and lurching forwards without missing a beat, pinning a man against the wall with her right forearm and grabbing the nearest thing from the nearest table before he could recover from the force, slamming a beer bottle on the top of his head and releasing her arm from his neck, watching as he sunk uncomfortably to the floor.
Breaking out into a sprint once more, she ran towards the bar counter as fast as she could, jumping up slightly and planting her left foot on the counter, bending her knee slightly and then pushing off to spin in mid-air over the head of one of the patrons, bringing her leg down once more to come crashing down onto the head of another assailant involved in a fist-fight, startling the scrawny man he had been fighting. Taking advantage of the stunned patron, she lashed out quickly, smashing her fist into his teeth and sending him reeling backwards, before she ran forwards and bent down slightly as she grabbed him around the midriff and lifted him up as she ran, bringing his flailing body down as hard as she could and sending him crashing into the nearest table back first, the table collapsing under the weight and sending both of them crashing to the floor.
Rolling onto her back and bringing her legs upwards and backwards, she lurched forwards into a kip up as her body sailed upwards into the upright position, barely composing herself before she was jerked off her feet by a man running forwards, having grabbed her by the abdomen during his sprint. Sending a quick elbow to the side of his head to release his grip, she moved her body around and grabbed the back of his jacket, sending him sailing forwards in the direction that he was originally heading, watching as his body crashed to the floor and his head slammed into a chair. Bringing her leg up into a round kick to slam into a guy's jaw, she continued to turn around and used her momentum to bring a left hook into the jaw of the woman behind her, only for the woman to spin around at the same time and catch her fist with a surprising strength. Finally snapped out of her reverie, she blinked a few times as they stood there, her fist in the woman's hand. It was the cute bartender, looking just as at home in the fight as she was. Seeing a burly man barrelling towards them over the top of the bartenders head, she twisted her hand and grabbed hold of the bartender's wrist, pulling her backwards slightly as she slotted her foot underneath the other half of the pool cue from before resting on the floor, kicking her leg upwards swiftly and watching as the half of the pool cue sailed upwards and slammed into the guy's chest horizontally, stopping him in his tracks and sending the pool cue backwards back towards her as she caught it with her left hand and spun around, striking the man across the cheekbone with the hard wood and sending his body twisting and flying to the left.
Turning back around, she saw that the bartender had taken down another man heading towards her from the opposite direction that she hadn't seen, much like she had done. Locking eyes with the bartender, she felt the shared intensity of the battle course through both of their veins as she nodded sharply, a grin still uncontrollably adorning her features, before noticing yet another assailant heading towards the both of them and, gripping the half of the pool cue even tighter, jumped into the fray once more.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 4, 2017 21:55:05 GMT
Locking eyes with the mystery woman, feeling the same adrenaline flowing through her veins as if it was her own. This woman loved to fight and while she is better at hiding it, so does Cleo. Seeing her jump back into the fray, Cleo follows as well. The assailant dashing towards them wields a knife, holding it above his head and ready to plunge it down. Hearing somebody approach behind, Cleo grabs the man's wrist as she steps to move at his side, she forcefully guides his attack to plunge into the one behind her. His screams of pain are cut short when she rams her forehead into his nose, he won't even feel the crunch of bone as he loses consciousness, falling with the knife still embedded into his shoulder. She turns to the original assailant and finds that the fighter woman has quickly taken care of him.
A massive man bull charges right into Cleo, roaring like a man possessed. She ducks down and hooks one arm behind his knee while her shoulders press against his large belly. With a slight grunt, she uses the man's momentum against him and impossibly lifts him upon her shoulders and throws him up and over. Some poor woman distracted by the chaos that she doesn't see the huge mass of the man"s body crash into her and they both fall to the floor, trapped underneath his large girth no matter how much she squirms.
Another man comes swinging. She dips and dodges his reckless attacks before grabbing his fist, stopping the force he put into to a full stop. Still gripping his fist, she thrusts an open palm to the back of his elbow and a satisfying snapping sound adds to the collection of noise. Bent unnaturally the wrong way and part of his bone pierced through his skin into the open air, Cleo pushes the crippled man into the direction of the pool cue wielding woman. She has no time to rest or even think when she sees a bearded biker pull out his revolver and points it within a Brawling crowd. This angers Cleo. Knives and pool cues are bad enough, but guns will cause this bar fight to turn into something else. She rushes over just as she sees him beginning to squeezing the trigger. She wraps her fingers around the barrel of the firearm and begins to close a fist, the metal crushes like tin foil inside her hand. She doesn't bother to register the shocked amd bewildered look on beardy's face, instead she decides to jab her fist into his throat. As beardy gasps desperately for air, she drives a boot into his stomach and sends him soaring backwards a few feet. No fucking guns on Cleo's shift.
Another assailant stumbles towards her, it looks like her temporary tagmate has returned the favour and threw an opponent her way. She sidesteps his path and grabs the back of his jacket, she jerks him to face her and still holding the jacket, wraps it over his head which traps his arms and line of sight. Amused a little by his helpless thrashing, she sweeps the back of his legs and drops him to the floor. He wriggles and flails on the floor but there's no hope of him getting up any time soon. Without looking in the direction of it, she catches a flying beer bottle and throws it into the face of a woman trying to charge straight for her tagmate. Glass, blood and sweat explode into the air when it makes contact, she hits the floor with a loud thud. Making eye contact with the woman again, Cleo shrugs with one shoulder. Not the most graceful or spectacular way of intercepting somebody and saving them the trouble, but it's the most effective. Turning her to side, she sees two opponents closing the distance fast. She involuntarily rolls her eyes, when will they learn? She lunges to meet them head-on.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 4, 2017 22:18:21 GMT
Abigail leans against the bar drinking from a "liberated" bottle of vodka and watching the fight she started unfold. As the lady she was hitting on earlier leaps onto the bar Abigail quickly moves a half-full glass out of the way of her foot and downs it; waste not want not. One particularly drunk patron makes a grab at her but she simply picks up the stool next to her and breaks it over his head causing him to collapse on top of Phil almost sinking into the lardy mass. Not her usual fighting style but with Sam's strength she makes it work. She takes another swig. She, Reynolds and Maggie seem to be the only ones sitting this one out everyone else is either joining in with gusto or already out cold. A particularly unpleasant looking biker (George? Gerold? Something like that) comes at her with a machete yelling something along the lines of "traitor". She throws her bottle straight up in the air and as his eyes follow it she jabs him in the throat with three fingers causing him to collapse on the growing pile of bikers at her feet clasping his throat. She manages to catch the bottle before it hits the ground barely spilling a drop.
Both the "victim" and the bartender were pretty good she thought admiring their forms as they took down brawlers by the dozen, looks like maybe she didn't need to intervene in the first place. Another biker actually managed to trip over the pile of bodies at her feet and she kept him pinned to it with the application of Sam's heavy combat boot. Turning to Reynolds she asked "I know your off-duty pig but shouldn't you be doing something about this? Or have you not been paid your requisite bribe?" She sneered at him not actually expecting to do anything but almost hoping to bait him into attacking her. She still had a couple more charges left in her taser.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 5, 2017 0:04:24 GMT
"Hey Cleo ! Are you really ditching me for someone else ?! I'm feeling jealous you know !" Tomo shouts at her friend and grabs a new victim by the head and lands some mean hits in his mouth before throwing him to the floor, that woman with Cleo fights good, in fa e may be as good as her. But now is not the time to think about that, two other guys are going for Tomo, one of them have a broken pool cue while the other got a switchblade. Usually a two versus one would be no big deal but she don't have any gun on her and she can't use her powers to help her, not with the cop around.
Time to do it the old fashioned way, she focus the guy with the blade first by throwing some kicks, he wince but hold his ground while his buddy swings his weapon at the woman; The lashes sting on her forearms as she protects herself at the best she can. Fucking hell... Wait for the moment I'll get my hands on you Samuel, I will tear you a new one. She spots the guy at the counter nocking a patron out, at least he wasn't worthless like Reynold, the guy was probably scarred shitless by all that scene.
The bad thing to do in the middle of a fight is to be distracted, Tomo is going to pay the consequence as pool cue guy lands a hit on her ribs, then a second and a third before pushing her against a table and chokes her with the stick; She do her best to fight him off but he puts all his weight on it, she kicks switchblade bud at best as she can but she is in a bad position and can't shake him off. "C-Cleo.... Help ! Need some fucking help over here !"
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 5, 2017 1:26:52 GMT
Watching as the bartender turned around to face another one of her attackers, she used the pool cue to break the jaw of an oncoming attacker before she turned with the momentum and threw it at full force towards another biker running at her from behind, the cue striking his forehead hard and sending him crashing to the floor. As she drew herself up from her throwing position, she noticed a burly man's fist heading towards the side of her head at the last second; swiftly jerking her head backwards and watching the fist sail through the air where her head had been, she raised her right arm to grab the man's wrist. Grasping it tightly, she brought her left arm above her head, bent her elbow and sank her arm with considerable force into the man's outstretched elbow, feeling the bone crack under the force and feeling a spurt of blood over her legs as the bone pierced through his skin. Ignoring the screams of agony as he buckled to his knees, she lifted her elbow up slightly and pulled it backwards, slamming it into his cheekbone and knocking him unconscious where he knelt.
Throwing his arm in the direction of his body, she was jerked off her feet by another patron grabbing her around her midriff and running like a man possessed, swiftly pinning her against the bar counter uncomfortably. Dodging the lumbering punch he sent towards her head, she moved her hands to the back of the counter and held on as she lifted her feet off the ground, using the counter for support as her knees came up to her chest and she rested the soles of her feet on the man's chest, pushing forwards with considerable strength and freeing herself from her trapped position. Able to compose herself as her assailant staggered backwards, she marched forwards in a power-walk before she twisted her body and lifted her leg up to smash it into her still staggering attackers jaw, hitting him with an extremely powerful tornado kick as he sailed backwards and crashed into two bikers involved in a fist fight, sending all three of them to the floor.
Hearing another agonised scream, she turned her head to see the bartender throw a biker with bone piercing his skin and sticking out of his arm her way, the biker staggering towards her and looking like he was about to fall any second. Not wasting any time, she stepped forwards once and struck out with her fist, slamming into his chest with force as his feet flew upwards and he fell hard onto his back where he had stood, out cold before his body hit the floor. Stepping over his unconscious body, she ducked as a young biker turned around by swinging his fist wildly, countering by driving the bottom of her palm into the biker's jaw, slamming his teeth together and possibly biting into his tongue. Standing up, she closed both of her fists and lifted them up and around, slamming the bottom of both of her fists into the young biker's ears, possibly rupturing his eardrums, before she swiftly kneed him in the stomach and grabbed the back of his jacket as he keeled over in pain, moving her body to throw him in the direction of the bartender to return the favour.
Turning around to see another assailant coming at her with a knife, she dodged the skyward slash to the left, expertly dodging the subsequent violent slashes and moving backwards until she was almost pressed up against the bar counter, at which point she pivoted her body during the next slash around his arm, grabbing the wrist wielding the knife with her right hand and pulling it down with the momentum of his slash, using her left hand to grab the back of his head and using the momentum of the movement of his body once more to slam his head painfully into the counter, felling him as she stepped back from her handiwork as she moved her hand over her assailants wrist as she released her grip, fluidly wresting the knife from his grip. As she did that, she heard a smash far too close for her to ignore, whirling around as her eyes followed the body currently falling to the floor, beer bottle shards all around her head as she slammed into the floor. Raising an eyebrow in amusement, her eyes moved upwards to catch the gaze of the bartender apparently watching her back, who shrugged nonchalantly before heading back to the action.
Cocking an eyebrow of her own in amusement, she stepped forwards and twisted her body, bending her knees to skim the knife across the exposed stomach of a biker currently running at her; enough to incapacitate him and feel the spray of blood spurt against the back of her head and her arm as she spun, but not enough to reach his intestines. Straightening out her knees again after she'd done so, she stepped forwards and sank the knife into the back of another man's shoulder blades that had been facing the opposite way, blocking out his screams as she used her strength to push him down to the ground as the knife sank in deeper. She looked up to the bar; the herd had been thinned considerably now. Far more bodies lay either unconscious or dead on the floor than were still upright and fighting, the floor slippery with blood and alcohol. She still had to be alert in order to deal with the dangers that came her way, but it seemed the beginning free-for-all's fever-pitch had ended, and the remaining fighters were simply fighting to get out of here with all of their faculties in check. This would be over soon if she continued at the pace she had set.
The cacophonous noise of the bar having quieted considerably due to the sheer amount of bodies on the floor unable to speak, she heard a name being called over the din on the far side of the bar; turning around and looking over, she saw another woman being pinned by one biker with a pool cue, using the pool cue to choke her while the other biker attempted to slash her with a switchblade. He had been unable to so far; she'd been doing a good job of kicking out and keeping him at bay, but her face was starting to turn purple. She wouldn't be able to keep her resistance up for much longer. Looking over to the bartender in confusion, her expression turned serious as she saw the emotion on the face of the bartender looking over at the scene; it seemed Cleo was the name of the cute bartender. It also seemed that her friend needed assistance and, nodding once sharply as Cleo looked over to her, it seemed that she would get it.
Breaking out into a sprint towards the pinned woman at the same time as the bartender, she watched as Cleo got there first and grabbed the one choking her by the back of his jacket and throwing him in the opposite direction with far more force than was possible for a girl her size, watching the body sail over several tables out of the corner of her eye before she shook it off and arrived at the scene. Watching as the assailant wielding a switchblade turned on Cleo and started to lift up his arm to attack her with the knife, she brought her arm upwards and slammed her left fist into the bottom of the attacker's elbow, sending the switchblade sailing out of his hand and into the air. Quickly grabbing the man's now vacant wrist with her right hand and pulling his arm outwards, exposing his chest, she swiftly reached up into the air and grabbed the switchblade in her left hand with her peerless reflexes, before bringing the blade down with blinding speed and sinking the blade into the attacker's bicep, allowing the momentum of her attack to send him crashing into the floor as he screamed in pain after she'd used his downwards moving form to cleanly pull the knife out of his now gaping bicep. Allowing Cleo to face the now assailant-free woman, she turned her body and scanned the room for new assailants, spotting a group that were still barely upright and, tightening her grip around the knife, headed off in their direction, also scanning the room for attackers that may intercept her on the way.
Less than a quarter of them remained by now. At least it was fun while it lasted.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 5, 2017 10:22:05 GMT
Cleo deals with the two assailants coming her way. They wildly throw fists at her, their focus is blinded by the alcohol still running in their system. She has no real problem moving out of the way of their attacks, she even manages to twist through them to where attacker number one drives their punch into attacker number two's nose. Two howls in agony while One tries to process how he ended up punching his buddy. Cleo uses this moment to grab both of their heads and crash them together, both falling on top of one another in an unconscious pile. A large man approaches her from behind and wraps his arms around her torso and arms before lifting her off the ground. While she is restrained, a scrawny woman walks over with a sick grin on her face, serrated boot knife in her hand. Cleo stares down the woman until she gets close enough where she lifts the knife up. Pulling her legs up, she double kicks her smaller assailant square in the chest and sends her stumbling back quite a distance before she falls on her ass. The force of the kick sends Cleo's trapper stumbling as well and wastes no more time, she spreads her arms outwards with all her strength which breaks the fat man's hold on her. Turning, she kicks his kneecap and brings him down to one knee with a grunt but that's his last noise for the night, Cleo grabs a long piece of wood broken off from a chair or table and smashes it across fatty's face. Splinters and saliva flies from his face and he shakes the ground when he hits it. Knifey's is still on the floor, slowly and clumsily getting back to her feet. As she walks by, Cleo swings the wood on knifey's face, keeping her on the ground for good.
That's when she hears it, Tomo's voice yells above the collection of noise that is slowly dying down. She snaps her head in the direction to see two people on her friend, one choking her out with a broken pool cue and another attempting to slash her but is constantly being kicked back. Concern and fury crosses Cleo's face and she sprints over to Tomo's aid. She grabs the jacket of the choker and with little effort, she throws him across the bar. She watches him for a second and he soars high over the tables and brawlers before his flight receives a crash landing, slamming into the wall and breaking a few chips of concrete from impact. Cleo sighs a little, she's gonna have to repair that once it's all over... She turns to take on Tomo's second attacker and sees them ready to take advantage of her moment's distraction, but the other woman reacts faster than either of them and takes him down with lightning speed and precision. Who is this woman? Cleo thinks for a second before coming back to Tomo's aid. She grabs her hand and pulls her quickly back up to her feet. "You really need to get better with fist fights. You alright?" She asks, keeping an eye out for any other assailants coming for them.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 5, 2017 16:44:14 GMT
Some air ! The diziness begin to fade away as she takes deep breaths, the pain on her throat is instense and will probably leave a mark. She gives a quick nod to the woman as she gets hauled up by Cleo. "Yeah, need just some moment to catch my breath before I can jump in again, don't worry about me, just go drop these fuckers down." She will not get in the fight again by the look of it. Margaret is already here to prevent her to get in the melee again.
Fucking Hell... Everything is Samuel's fault, she is waiting for the moment when she will gets her hands on him, that guy was always a pain in the ass since the first time he showed up at the bar.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 5, 2017 17:50:48 GMT
"Count on it. Also, stick to guns." Is the last thing Cleo says to Tomo before diving back into cleaning out the rest of them, there's no more than a dozen left and she wishes to finish this off swiftly. A thin biker with a mohawk comes rushing in her direction, this one will be easy enough. She delivers a powerful hit to his mouth, the force combined with his forward speed flips him mid air and onto his stomach. She doesn't leave him be, picking him up by the back of his collar and waistband of his jeans and carries him towards three more brawlers. "Hey, assholes." She yells at them, grabbing all of their attention. As soon as they turn their head, the first thing they see, and feel, is mohawk flying at them. In a unified moment, the three successful catch him mid-flight in their arms horizontally. They have no time to feel victory over this quick thinking, Cleo kicks their catch and knocks them all to the ground, she takes a moment to knock each of them out before getting back to it.
Picking up a a drinks tray as her next weapon, she blocks a punch with it and while the guy shakes the pain from his fist, the makeshift shield gets jabbed into his adam's apple then whacked across his face. Two more come at her, she dodges and blocks more punches with the tray, counters with her own blows and her assailants begin to get more groggy as they take each hit, her tray begins to receive quite a few dents with each use. Wanting to end this little skirmish off now, she backhands one with the tray as hard as she can and kicks them to the ground, their face imprinted into the metal, then throws the tray like a deadly Frisbee. By sheer luck he catches the tray mere inches from his face and flips it to it's flat bottom, grinning stupidly at his reflection in success. This moment of distraction costs him his lucky streak and Cleo punches the tray, slamming her fist and the metal tray into his now broken nose and jaw. His arms drops to his side and he begins to stumble on the spot, a firm finger push on his forehead is enough to make him fall like a ton of bricks.
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 5, 2017 23:45:48 GMT
Narrowly dodging a beer bottle thrown at her head as she stormed towards the group of assailants, she turned swiftly to see a muscular man running at her with considerable speed, his face contorted into an enraged yell as he ran. Rapidly sidestepping and twisting her body as she did so, she grabbed the back of his jacket as he reached where her body had been and threw his form in the direction that he had been heading; his balance disrupted, her assailant stumbled as he fell forwards, unable to stop himself and ultimately coming to a sharp stop as his head slammed into the wall at a high speed, his neck contorting at an unnatural angle as his body slumped to the floor, unmoving. As she moved backwards to keep with the momentum of her movements, panting heavily, she suddenly felt strong hands grab the back of her leather jacket, pulling her around before she could compose herself and throwing her through the air, sending her crashing into a table and sliding over the edge as the throw liberated her leather jacket from her person, sending it flying across the room. Groaning slightly in pain as she attempted to push herself up, she was only briefly aware of the fact that her leather jacket had disappeared before a heavy boot slammed into her stomach, sending her crashing back down to the floor in a groan of pain before she was roughly hoisted up by her arms and positioned upright as a burly man quickly locked her into a sleeper hold, her air supply being cut off as she took note of the other three guys in front of her waiting to beat the crap out of her, their faces stuck into ugly grins as they relished their advantage.
They'd clearly taken note of the damage she'd caused, based on the fact that they were bikers, and given their injuries, she would hazard a guess that they weren't too pleased with what she had done. Feeling a sharp knee come to her lower back from the assailant choking her out and watching with widened eyes as one of the attackers in front of her picked up a chair, struggling wildly and locked in place by the attacker behind her, the danger centres in her brain cranked themselves up to max; she needed to deal with this, and quick. Breathing as deeply as she could with the sleeper hold in place and marshalling the energy and the strength that remained, she leaned forwards slightly as if she was attempting to break out of the hold; feeling her assailant inevitably start to use his strength to pull her back towards him, she used the momentum to jerk her head backwards, slamming the back of her head into his nose. His footing disrupted, the grip on her neck loosened, allowing her to breath, but he still continued to hold on to her with desperate strength. No matter, she mused; she could make do with what she had. Leaning back slightly onto her assailant for leverage and grabbing the arm around her neck tightly, she bent her knees slightly and then pushed off from the ground, lifting her body into the air and bringing her feet forwards towards her assailants. Not missing a moment, she threw both her legs outwards to slam her feet into the two outer attackers with extreme force, knocking them both backwards into tables of their own, before bringing her knees quickly back to her chest as her body continued to travel upwards and then threw them out again as fast as she could, slamming her feet once again into the teeth of the attacker in the middle, feeling his teeth loosen and his head snap back underneath her feet.
The three in front of her dealt with, she used the momentum from her kick to bring her knees closer to her head as her straightened out her legs as she moved, her outstretched legs facing straight up to the sky and her feet close to the ceiling. Feeling the grip around her neck loosen with her maneuvers as her assailant desperately tried to hold on, she flowed with the movement and let go of his arm, locking her own arms around his neck slightly as he staggered backwards a few times before losing his footing and falling like a felled tree. Feeling his arms release from her neck in an instinctual movement to use his arms to break his fall, she used the momentum of her movement to twist her body backwards as she released her grip and quickly pushed into his chest, sending him crashing to the floor back first as she twisted her body in mid-air, spinning in a half-flip as she landed ungracefully on her feet, staggering backwards several feet before she regained her balance. Keeping her eyes locked on her attacker as he slowly moved onto his front with a pained groan, attempting to push himself back up, she took several slow, leisurely steps towards him before she took a slightly larger step forward, drew her foot back and slammed her foot into his temple as if she was kicking a football, feeling her foot follow through as his body instantly slumped to the floor after a single grunt.
Panting heavily, she looked upwards towards the bar, aware of the silence surrounding the bar that she wasn't used to by now. She saw no-one. Turning her head as she looked around, she saw nothing but beaten and broken bodies on the floor, the floor slick with blood and alcohol, tables and chairs smashed and the walls dented and chipped in so many places. The place was utterly destroyed, but there wasn't a sound coming from anywhere, save her heavy panting. Everyone was finally down; the entire place looked like it had set off a bomb in the middle of the fucking bar, but it seemed the fight was over. She wasn't sure whether to thank God or curse the heavens.
Hearing the soft crunch of a booted foot stepping on shards of glass, she turned around and faced the bar, seeing the bartender standing over her own recently felled body as her friend sat at one of the barstools. Scanning her eyes along the bar swiftly, she noticed Samuel, policeman he had warned her about and another she didn't recognise sitting at the bar themselves. Hearing the same breathless wheezing from the bartender, she inadvertently locked eyes with her for a few seconds, sharing something she didn't quite recognise before casting her eyes around the bar, still out of breath. Seeing the floor littered with bodies, she looked down to her own person; the front of her athletic tank top was streaked in blood between where her leather jacket had been open, the previously bright white now stained in red all down the middle and across the sides. Her jeans had fared much worse, the previously blue trousers now stained almost black with the amount of blood coating them, and her boots blacker than when she bought them and now shiny and slick with blood of their own. Looking upwards slightly to cast her eyes around the room once more, she let out an extra long breath before she returned to her out of breath gasping.
"You know, I...never actually got the change from the, uh...drink." she spoke up, her voice louder than she expected for how winded she was, stopping every few words to catch her breath. "But, uh...seeing as how I kind of destroyed your...bar...it's probably best if I, uh...let that slide."she remarked sardonically, turning her head to look over at the bartender as she did so, still breathlessly wheezing as the ghost of an amused smirk gracing her features.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 6, 2017 5:28:57 GMT
Abigail let out a long wolf-whistle and started to slap the vodka bottle against her other hand in a slightly tipsy imitation of a clap. "Wow that was the best thing I've seen EVER! I mean the bit where you did the flip! And then you like punched that guy! AND THE THING WITH THE POOL CUE!" Abigail says getting steadily louder as she seems to address the bar as a whole, unconscious bikers included. "Man I should come here more often! Uh, I mean I should start fights more often! I'm in here a lot after-all... whew, must have had too much to drink." The top biker on her pile starts to wake up with a moan so she applies Sam's boot yet again and he shuts up turning the pile into a useful foot-rest. "So anyway... do we make-out now or what?"
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Post by Hunter on Mar 6, 2017 10:00:19 GMT
Sam was trying to flirt on the girl again, it was too much for Tomo, she escape Margaret grasp before grabbing the guy's jacket, she shoves him against the counter and stare at him with a furious look. "Alright, listen you piece of shit, all of this, the furnitures, the drinks, my state." she pointed at her throat. 'All of this is your fucking fault so I suggest you to shut the fuck up before I kick your sorry ass out of here, hell... You should look like all your friends on the ground so listen carefully: Let the girl alone and go fuck yourself." Tomo clench her fist, ready to throw a punch if Samuel decide to retaliate.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 6, 2017 17:01:38 GMT
Reynolds had sat on the his stool watching with mixed terror and amazement as the three women tore through the bikers. He barely even heard Sam's taunt as he shakily reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette. Very carefully lighting it he just stared at the carnage around him as he took a deep pull. "Well fuck."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 6, 2017 17:04:51 GMT
Cleo lets out a sigh of relief. She honestly thought that would see no end to this before she burnt out. No more conscious bodies around the bar apart from those near counter. The fear that filled the air is long gone except for Reynolds, who is providing her enough to keep her body from wanting to collapse. Her plain grey work shirt has dark stains in multiple places where blood has splattered on the fabric, the top three buttons have been ripped off and exposing her sweat covered skin to the cold air. Her blue jeans are ripped on one knee, completely soaked in blood and alcohol. She feels a black eye forming where that smug bastard caught her and still tastes a little blood in her mouth. Her knuckles are bleeding and a few droplets trail down her fingers, there's some scratches on her forearms and the wound she received earlier on her right upper arm has opened back up, turning the white bandages to a deep reed and some of it seeps from underneath it and has already begun to trickle down her arm. Her hair is disheveled and her breathing is ragged. She smells of blood, sweat and alcohol, definitely need a shower after this. She's glad to see that all the alcohol behind the counter has got through the battle unscathed, except for the one bottle Sam has stolen.
She locks eyes with the woman, feeling a sense of familiarity when she looks into them, mixed with another emotion she can't quite put her fingers on it but she feels a newfound respect for this woman, that's for damn sure. Meeting somebody who fights with their fists just as well as she does and enjoys it is a pretty rare sight. Tomo was always talented with her firearms but when it comes to a fistfight, she was a bit of a wet tissue with how easily distracted she gets and in turn, Cleo was pretty much the brawler of the bar. This woman and the passion she fought with endeared Cleo, wanting to know more about this woman, out of more than just mere curiosity, but out of caution and fascination as well. However, with the chaos laid here for most of the motorcycle gangs of Sin City, both women will be knee deep in their shit. Cleo is not too worried, Margaret still has some influence from her old days and will keep her safe from their Wrath, not that it scared her in the slightest. She is unsure how the woman will turn out from this but judging from what saw today, she has no doubt she can handle it.
Cleo lets out a dry laugh. "This happens... More than... You think it does." She responds to her apology, taking heavy breaths between her words. She walks over to the counter and opens the cash register and starts withdrawing the appropriate change from it, having memorised the price of the drink and the money she was given. She walks back over to her and places the change in her open hand. "Maybe... I'll get your name... Out of that?" She says, a small smirk of amusement creeps on her lips. She sees Tomo grabbing Sam, or whoever is pretending to be Sam, by the collar for his comment, threatening the idiot. While Tomo's idea is very tempting, Cleo has a much better one. She heads back over to the counter and separates the two, she then snatches the vodka bottle from his hands, staring him directly in the eye with a cold glare. "You're paying for whatever you drank out of here. I don't know who you are but you're definitely not Sam. Quite frankly, I don't give a shit." She says sternly, now caught her breath. She walks around behind the counter and places the bottle back, then fishes a dustpan and brush from under the counter and holds it out for Sam. "One thing I do know? You're either staying to help clean up the mess you had a hand in creating, or you're leaving the Rolling Thunder through the window." Cleo is at the end of her patience to even attempt subtle threats, Sam is cleaning up a whether he wants to or not. She looks apologetically to Tomo and Margaret. "Sorry this happened ma'am. Thought I had it under control." She says to her boss, who just shakes her head, sighing. "Shit happens, Cleo. It's nothing the boys can't replace so I'd say you're all good. You and your new friend." She says in a teasing manner, chuckling at her own little quips. "Quite the mess though..." She says, looking around at the broken glass and bodies littered around the place.
Taking it as a hint, Cleo heads into the back room and returns with two brooms. Walking back over to the Brawling woman, who seems to have caught her own breath again, and holds one out to her. "Wanna make up for the destruction? Here's where you start." She says to her, arching a hopeful eyebrow.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 6, 2017 21:54:46 GMT
"Wow Scarey you're smarter then most!" Said Abigail with a grin at Cleo. "As for you." She turned to the one holding her jacket. "Eh, not so much." All of a sudden her face seemed to melt becoming the consistency of playdough and reshaping itself the chiselled biker features turning to into an elfin woman's. Her bones changed shape with a series of horrible clicking sounds and she seemed to shorten by six inches meaning Tomo was now holding her half-a-foot above the ground. Firm pecs gave way to breasts and a significant amount of weight seemed to just disappear as Sam's abs were replaced by a smooth stomach. The next thing to change was her hair Sam's blonde mop lengthening and darkening until it was a straight midnight wave falling down Abigail's back. Finally her eyes changed from sky-blue to emerald-green. "Ta-dah! Oh try not to cream your panties." Said Abigail holding up Sam's far-too-wide trousers with one hand less they fall down and she ended up flashing everyone (she never wore underwear if she was going to be changing between genders because she once changed into a man without removing her panties first and ended up crushing a certain piece of equipment she she hadn't been born with). "By the way Miss Grabby you might want to look down."Said Abigail as she held her taser to Tomo's stomach. "I've still got a couple of charges left..." She giggled in a sing-song voice wriggling her shoulders to keep Sam's jacket and shirt from falling off. Clothes were the worst part about changing faces people had to wear such a wide damn variety why couldn't it be one-size fits all? "Don't worry I'll pay for the damages as it happens I've come into some cash recently but it would help if jumpy here let me down."
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 6, 2017 23:16:42 GMT
As she wondered though, her attention was diverted once more by the ker-ching of the cash machine permeating the air, her head snapping over as she watched Cleo leisurely count out change, before pushing the register shut and walking around the back of the bar to the main area again, ignoring what was happening around her and heading straight to her, responding to her comments in an equally winded tone. Her words resonating with her, she let out a breathless chuckle as she relaxed into the easy banter, grateful for some semblance of normality after what she'd just been through.
"If that's true, then I'd dread coming to work here every...night." she responded in an affable tone, her sardonic tone and her smirk returning as she reached her hand out and let the change slide from Cleo's hand to hers, feeling the cool metal impact against her palm as she smiled. "Call me Jane." she clarified, nodding her head forwards slightly in acknowledgement. "It seems I already know yours, thanks to the...requests of assistance from your friend. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Cleo." she offered, her mouth tilting up into a genuine smile before she cast her eyes quickly around the wrecked bar once more. "Although I do wish it could have been under more...pleasant circumstances."
Her attention diverted by the cheering from Samuel, she cocked an eyebrow slightly as she listened to his gushing praise. She'd be lying if she said she didn't preen a little, but he definitely seemed at least slightly inebriated. Opening her mouth to respond, the words died in her still breathless throat as she watched Cleo's friend storm over to where Samuel was sitting, her expression murderous as she almost throttled Sam where he was sitting, blaming him for everything that had gone on inside the bar. She was lucky that Tomo was facing away; it meant that she missed the tiny wince that crossed across her features. It was kind of her fault as well; she'd thrown the first attack that had led to this place being utterly destroyed, and she'd be lying though her teeth if she didn't admit that quite a fair amount of the damage had come directly from her, her combat rush rendering her rather unconcerned regarding the property of others. It wasn't long that she could keep up this train of thought, however, watching as Cleo marched over to the two of them and separated them both with a firm wrench, making her eyebrows raise slightly in bemusement; the strength the bartender possessed was far beyond what her body suggested, with such an ease, as well. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that she was powered.
The angry eyes seemed to be for naught, however; right in front of her eyes, Sam seemed to melt between the two women, her face morphing like modelling clay along with the rest of his(?) body as he(?) morphed into a somewhat small woman, her head now half a foot shorter than where it was before and leaving Tomo standing there dumbfounded watching as the woman sat on her barstool, her feet dangling without a care as she returned Tomo's gaze, smirking and not in the least bit afraid of her wrath.
"O...kay." she muttered under her breath, her interest unfortunately piqued much more than her self-preservation instinct was blaring in her head. Was that the kind of people that frequented the bar? I mean, she enjoyed a good fight as much as the next person, but perhaps this was a haven of sorts for Powered people. Most didn't like them, so a biker bar seemed...odd, but it could be just as appropriate as the next place. Hardly anybody went into a biker bar unless they had good reason; it'd certainly be an effective way of sealing out unwanted people, and avoiding unwanted events. Possibly events such as what had just transpired. The manager seemed to agree when Cleo turned to converse with her; a relatively plump woman who, to her credit, seemed rather unfazed by the events that had just happened. It seemed that Cleo was telling the truth about the frequency of the bar fights. Or the woman was an unflappable immortal who was unable to be fazed by mortal antics anymore.
Watching as Cleo headed into the back, she slumped backwards onto a chair behind her, only realising it's quite possibly compromised structural integrity on the way down. Tensing herself, she breathed a sigh of relief as the chair held her weight, slouching backwards into the chair and relaxing for possibly the first time all day. This place was weird to say the least, she wondered as Cleo headed out from the back and clutching two brooms. Cocking her eyebrow, she watched as Cleo headed over to her with a smirk of her own, handing her a broom once she was close enough and making no vague comments about her desire for her to assist in the cleanup. Blinking once in amusement as she took the broom from Cleo's hands, she took the time to dramatically crane her head left and right to look all around the bar, turning the broom upside down and slamming the top end of the broom on the floor like Gandalf, only a great deal softer.
"Ah, yes." she began dryly, her voice exaggeratedly earnest and innocent. "We'll just...sweep up the countless bodies, shall we? What next, shall we dive into the countless supplies of Mr. Muscle for the blood?" she inquired, her tone mocking and amiable as she turned her head to look up at Cleo, the sides of her mouth turned upwards into an amused smirk, her eyebrow cocked and her eyes shining in mirth.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 6, 2017 23:35:10 GMT
Tomo gave a puzzled look as Samuel began to morph, she blinked a few time as she feel his... well her body, as the breasts swell against her grasp, before she knew what was happening the woman pointed the taser that ignited the fire between the bikers and them, her body tensed up at the feeling, she never took a shock but she knew what kind of effect the damn thing do; Her girlfriend use one too when she come along Tomo and Cleo and after seeing what this things are doing on people she became wary of them. "Listen girl, don't point that thing on me or I will stick it somewhere unpleasant andsicharge it, you get it ?" Cleo jumped right in and shut her up before putting some distance between them, Tomo slowly backed up and sat on the best chair available, most of them were broken, hopefully Samuel or whoever she is said that she will pay the damages. "Well... So you got a name or you are a real alien bodysnatcher ?" She leaned in her seat before regretting it as it creaked loudly and almost crumbled on itself.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 7, 2017 0:34:38 GMT
Abigail pocketed her taser. "You insult me madam you felt my tits were they not real enough for you?" She said with a wink. "You may call me Witch most people do I normally wouldn't say it in front of a cop but I'm pretty sure poor old Reynolds has gone to his happy place." She gestured to the shell-shocked policeman. Pulling up Sam's trousers and taking a seat on the stool she slapped down a wad of money amounting to about a grand on the counter. "That should cover damages and uh, liberated alcohol, also I know this is a little cheeky but I wasn't expecting to have to transform to normal before I got home so I don't have anything to change into." She meant either faces or clothes she'd neglected to bring any other DNA samples with her and she didn't much like the idea of changing into one of the bikers who'd just had their asses kicked. "So unless you like the idea of me wondering around in the nuddy." She winked at the "victim". "Could I trouble you for a change of clothes? I'll pay of course."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 7, 2017 2:59:12 GMT
Reynolds sat on the bar stool smoking his cigarette and trying very hard not to be noticed. Reynolds was a coward he'd be the first to admit it but he'd also learnt to be a fighter when flight wasn't an option. There weren't many in the entire force who could take him one-on-one in a melee but these... these... MONSTERS! They were on whole other level. He was going to sit absolutely still and just survive and hope shiny-boy didn't make a move until back-up arrived.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 7, 2017 15:48:02 GMT
Cleo can't help the small amused smirk creep onto her lips. She doesn't really 'check somebody out' often since that kind of stuff isn't what is usually on her mind, but she couldn't help but admire the fact that Jane is one of the more attractive women she's seen enter the bar. She appears to be in perfect physical condition with beautiful facial features. Her choice of fashion, while pretty ragged now, is similar to her own which is a nice plus. What is even more rare is that Cleo hasn't really been attracted to a woman like this before. While she always knew that she is attracted to both genders, most of her sexual encounters involved men. So this was a slight surreal experience for her right now. "Well if you really want to know. We toss the bodies out back which Sam--" She turns to look at him, only to find a woman in his place... Okay then, that explains a few thing and raises more questions... Obviously a powered, a unique one at that. Cleo has seen many powereds during her time, fought most of them so it isn't really a huge surprise, more like something she didn't expect. "Well... Whoever that is, will be doing. When they remain consciousness, they pick themselves up and walk back home, unless they want round two. Nobody wants round two." She says with a shrug. "We have have our own Mr. Muscle. Special formula that works well to get blood off the floor. Boss lady... Did shady things in the past... So like I said, this happens more than you think it does. It would go faster if you ask less questions and do more sweeping." Cleo adds dryly, but the smirk on her face indicates she means no negativity in the words. Almost like she's teasing.
Cleo continues to hear the newly named Witch talk, but doesn't hear her helping with the mess other than trying to buy her way out of it. The kind of person which isn't her favourite, the one who thinks if they give enough money that they can get out of the handwork required to fix it up. Maybe a little push in the right direction will give all the hint it needs... "Excuse me one moment.." She mutters to Jane as she leans the broom on one of the unbroken table and marches over to her. Margaret takes the money Witch left on the counter and keeps her face neutral, as she always does. Sometimes Cleo struggles to work out the older lady's true feelings, she's almost always wrong when she makes a prediction. "Love, I think a change of clothes is the least of your troubles right now..." Margaret says in a warning tone as she nods in the direction of Cleo, who grasps Witch's arm tightly. "You paid for it. That's wonderful. It pays for the damages but it doesn't clean it up." Cleo says, no patience left in her voice. She drags her over the the center of the mess and pushes her forward, not even caring if her clothes fall off. She can do it in the fucking nude for all she cares. As long as it gets done. "You can start dragging the bodies out back. Got a problem with that? Then I'll happily use your face to sweep up the broken glass and blood instead of my broom. Take note that half of these biker's may have diseases. Your choice." her words are deadly serious, almost challenging Witch to say something about it.
Cleo is barely able to pick her broom to begin cleaning before the doors burst open. Barging through the entrance, a small army of police officers fully armoured and armed to the teeth charging through, weapons trained on everybody still standing. "ARMED POLICE! GET ON THE GROUND NOW!" they scream, demanding their authority in the now desolate bar, it looks like they're intent on arresting everybody except Reynolds. Cleo raises her arms above her head, she knows that these officers are just begging them to give a reason to gun everybody down and she isn't risking all the people she cares for just because she doesn't want to be arrested. One police officer slams the stock of his rifle in Cleo's gut before shoving her to the ground and cuffing her hands, the blow effectively winds her. Obviously these cops are on a power trip and wanting to assert their dominance over everybody because they can. She knows they will treat everyone with the same treatment. From what she can see of the cops, they look absolutely bewildered by the amount of unconscious bodies and blood on the floor, but see Reynolds totally unharmed. It seems like they were expecting a full riot on their hands... They missed the party, Cleo thinks to herself.
She roughly pulled back up to her feet and sees somebody she doesn't recognise. Obviously a detective, one of those who looks like they take pride in their clean record and seems pretty smug with himself that he got Cleo in cuffs. Not that she cares much. What she does care about though is the phone he has in a plastic bag, this annoys her. It's clear this guy busted in the back and went through her things. "Miss. I am arresting you under the suspicion of the murder of four men." He begins, totally robotic. He goes through the usual routine, while ignoring Margarets warning. "Are you sure you wanna arrest Cleo, detective? She's well liked by the motorcycle gangs. You arrest her so unfairly, then they won't be happy about it. They may just do something about it."
"Don't worry about me, Ma'am." Cleo tries to reassure her as she's dragged through the front doors and sat into the back of a police car. She sighs and rests her forehead on the iron bars separating the front seats from the back. This night really took a turn for the worst... She will have to count on the biker gangs and Tomo's girlfriend, who goes under the alias of Ghost, to help her out of this mess.
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Post by Envy on Mar 7, 2017 16:46:44 GMT
Finishing the bottle of gin this place is getting to sour for my tastes sliding the shot glasses back down the bar. Alistair gets up and starts to head out of the backroom to ensure this he stops time. Walking to the back of the room he met with a man holding a gun looking over the guy he's got a badge so here to arrest someone. Even though they've just got done with a fight bad taste, bad taste indeed. Taking his gun leaves a note in his hand that reads “I'll tell you the ultimate secret of magic. Any two-bit could do it. And this note is a figment of your own delusions after all you should probably see a doctor. But hey thanks for the gun.” Walking out of the bar time starts to flow normally the squeaky door opens enough to be heard by anyone. Grabbing a cigarette from his jacket pocket he begins to walk into the city after all there is suckers out there and money to be made.
A little ways away from the bar, Alistair sits at a bench smoking his cigarette in front of him a black car pulls in front of him. Out walks a couple of muscular thugs “Well who did I fuck over this time?” Says Alistair but before he can stop time he knocked out from behind a woman's voice says “Get him in the car I want to deal with him for what he did to our people.” Out pops a woman from the shadows. Being dragged off into the car the car speeds off with Alistair in tow.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 7, 2017 17:58:32 GMT
A young policeman with a gun approached Abigail. "HANDS IN THE AIR! DO IT!" She complied and had the joy watching the look on his face as Sam's shirt and jacket fell around her waist. "I-uh-I..." He stuttered making her giggle "Awwwwwww you're so cute maybe I'll see you around sometime..." Without her to hold them up Sam's trousers were going the same way. "Um, miss, you, uh, you can..." He gestured to her trousers with his gun, turning bright red. The trousers fell around her ankles and he averted his eyes in embarrassment giving her the perfect chance to kick him in the balls and dive out the window with a cheery. "See you later hot stuff!" A couple more cops were waiting outside but their hesitation at seeing a naked woman come crashing through the window gave her all the chance she needed to take them out.
Shaking off Sam's too big trousers and boots as she ran Abigail sprinted completely nude a couple of blocks away before taking a breather in an alley. "Well now either I'm dreaming or this is my lucky day..." There was some kind of businessman who'd been peeing in the alley he was clearly drunk but was still sober enough to have avoided peeing on his shoes. Smiling and swinging her hips she approached him. "Well aren't you charming." He grinned "Oh I can be so much more then charming..." He reached out for her funbags but instead found himself being judo thrown onto the hard pavement leaving him bruised and dazed. A minute later the same businessman exited the alley leaving behind what appeared to be his exact doppelganger naked behind him. "I wonder what station they're taking the others to..." She pondered they'd been some of the most interesting people she'd met not to mention attractive.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 7, 2017 18:09:20 GMT
Tomo glared at the policemen in the bar, they surronded the remaining patrons and the figthers guns at ready. She knew that she couldn't do anything to help her as she was taken away and even if she wanted to Margaret gave her a disaproving look as she could read her mind, Tomo knew she was going to say if she could talk right now: "Don't." Her friend will need help and it's not by being arrested too that she will provide it; Only Ghost's support could help, Tomo planned to call her as soon as possible. For now she just had to stare the cops down as they were taking Cleo away. This is really not how she thought she was going to spend her shift at all...
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 7, 2017 20:57:42 GMT
Raising her eyebrow at the shameless flirting from the woman at the bar, she turned her attention back to Cleo addressing her, listening with curiosity as she mentioned the plump woman behind the bar apparently doing 'shady' things that got her access to easy removal of blood. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't unnerved at the prospect of such things, but it wasn't like she was unused to it, in the grand scheme of things; she'd dealt with a lot worse and a lot shadier. Even if she hadn't wanted to. Nodding her head slightly in acquiescence and closing her eyes for dramatic effect as she did so, she watched as Cleo turned around and headed towards the woman and the plump woman, her eyes followed her as she walked to the bar. She certainly was cute, and since she could get stuck in within a bar fight as chaotic as this, she could definitely enjoy a fight. The powers notwithstanding; even if they contributed, the principle still remained. Looking around slightly, she was somewhat unsure as to where to start.
Fortunately for her, or maybe somewhat unfortunately, the police chose to barge in during that moment of indecision; she knew that the police would be on their way, but she didn't think that they would be here already, or even as geared up as they are. Judging from the hesitant and somewhat confused looks from beneath their helmets, they were clearly expecting a full-on riot to still be taking place. It wasn't their fault that she didn't know they were there, after all. Watching as they barged in the door in formation, three of them broke off and headed towards her, pointing their guns aggressively in her face and crowding around the chair she was sitting at, her form still leisurely as they yelled rather loudly for her to release the weapon.
"It's a broom." she responded calmly, stating the fact simply as if she was talking to a child, the side of her mouth turning upwards slightly at the confused look that the officers shared between them; they were clearly on some sort of power trip, and likely weren't used to people not cowering in fear of them. She'd always had a problem with feeling fear, but they weren't to know that, of course. Cocking her eyebrow somewhat hopefully, she rolled her eyes when her jest clearly went straight over their head and they threatened her once more, throwing the broom to her side and watching as the officers imperceptibly flinched, their grips on their guns becoming ever tighter as she stood up to her full height. Standing taller than each of the officers in front of her, she cocked her eyebrow slightly, waiting for the response. Listening to the pathetic attempt to sound authoritative from the officer in the middle, she rolled her eyes.
"Are you arresting me for my involvement in this altercation, or are you simply trying to intimidate me? One or two?" she asked calmly, cutting across the talking officer. Staring down the officers currently attempting to bore a hole in her skull, she smiled at the more reasonable officer in the middle whom actually decided to respond with the latter. "Very good; let us go." she responded, her voice chipper as she walked past them, her smile quickly turning to an irritated smirk as the officers firmly grabbed her from behind, robbing her of her freedom of movement as they resumed reading her her rights and directed her through the doors towards a waiting police car.
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