Post by August/Heetho on Nov 3, 2005 1:09:13 GMT
(Open to all, though perferably those with Force Heal)
The bar was as active as it usually was, with the lights shining overhead, revealing the dancers that actually ventured to the center floor, most of which were women, with the occasional male occupant. Sin sat in the corner boothe, with both hands outstretched over the women at his sides. They were sorrounding him on all sides, and glaring at him seductively, though he only met them with glances. He leaned to his left, whispering desires that he knew she wanted to hear, leaving her to blush and lean closer. He wasn't wearing a shirt with his current attire, which consisted of leather bracers, covering from just below his elbows, to his hands, where they formed gloves, and covered his hands, though they were fingerless. They were extremely tight fitting, and with each movement of his arms, the definition in his small muscles could be seen. Around his waist was a dark grey sash, which hung down to around his knees, and was velvet in texture. Traveling further down revealed his leggings, which were black leather, and hung very loosely, bunch up around his shins where his black boots ended. His boots were like his gloves in that they were thin, and extremely tight fitting.
As he pulled away from the female that he had just whispered, he noticed one of the security guards looking at him, and he simply smirked back at the man, confident that he didn't have the fortitude to approach him. He leaned forward, grabbing his drink with his right hand, while at the same time keeping his eyes locked on the security guard. To his suprise, the man began to approach him. He leaned back again, staring the man down as he approached. He was like any security guard, very big, very cocky, and very stupid.
"Boss wants to see you."
The nerve. Demanding to see me, who does he think he is. The thoughts flashed through his head quickly, and he only chuckled in the way that he so often does, "Just one more drink, and I might." He made it abuntantly clear that he was had no intention of moving at the moment, and the security guard only responded by sitting there with his arms crossed. The two glared at each other for another moment before Sin's drink was finished, and he leaned forward to place it down, turning his head both ways as he spoke, "And if you'll excuse me ladies."
They each slid out quickly, making their way to the dance floor, most of the women walked backwards to see what might erupt from the current situation, but were left unforfilled as they saw Sin give in so easily. Sin left with the security guard, up the stairs behind the counter, and through the long hallway, to a room that seemed to have a pysch ward like entrance. He knew what was coming, though at this point there wasn't much he could do. The two entered the room, and at first it was empty, so Sin turned around to see the security guard that had escorted him had locked the door. When he turned back around, from the shadows of the room, men began pouring out of them, roughly six.
"So which one of you are the boss?" He was perfectly calm, and seemingly careless that he was going to get pummeled, though he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He took a step backward, just to feel a fist collide with the back of his head, forcing him to stagger forward. When he regained stability, he ducked under a second punch, and rolled under a table, gripping the table by the edges and flipping it forward, while at the same time kicking it forward, so it hit the man who had just punched him. Two came from his side, each drawing back for a punch, and as if by reaction, Sin ducked under them, gripping one's fist so that the two fist would collide with each other. He stood up, so his back was to the two collided fist, then reached his arms backward, forcing the men's forearms between his bicep and forearm, and then pulling forward, snapped both bones relatively easily. He wasn't finished, and so he jumped up, then threw himself into a backflip, so on top of the broken bone, the arms were dislocated at the elbow.
During this, the men had pushed the table out of the way and were approaching Sin. He was still calm, and in one motion, hopped from his standing position, and while falling, delivered a sweeping kick to all the men's legs, which caused them all to topple over, save for one, whose leg just buckled slightly. He took advantage of Sin's position, and jumped on top of him. Sin was helpless under the weight of the man, and soon fist began raining down on his face, and as he struggled, he felt more hands reaching for him and holding him down. A few fist to the face later, he had blacked out.
When he awoke, he was sitting in a garbage can wrapped in a clothe, appearantly thinking he was dead. Had his body ceases fuctioning, and just kept key organs going? Maybe it was subconcious. He didn't know. He fought for a few seconds to free himself from the cacoon, and crawled out of the dumpster, colliding with the cold metal floor beneth him. He staggered up slowly, patting his face to see if they broke skin, thankful they didn't, somehow. It was as if he had someone watching him. He looked around at the notion, then quickly searched his pockets, grabbing a card key.
"Oh, don't worry, you won't be seeing the last of me." He smirked to himself as he walked to the door, slipped his card through, then proceeded through, though forgetting to lock the door behind him.
The bar was as active as it usually was, with the lights shining overhead, revealing the dancers that actually ventured to the center floor, most of which were women, with the occasional male occupant. Sin sat in the corner boothe, with both hands outstretched over the women at his sides. They were sorrounding him on all sides, and glaring at him seductively, though he only met them with glances. He leaned to his left, whispering desires that he knew she wanted to hear, leaving her to blush and lean closer. He wasn't wearing a shirt with his current attire, which consisted of leather bracers, covering from just below his elbows, to his hands, where they formed gloves, and covered his hands, though they were fingerless. They were extremely tight fitting, and with each movement of his arms, the definition in his small muscles could be seen. Around his waist was a dark grey sash, which hung down to around his knees, and was velvet in texture. Traveling further down revealed his leggings, which were black leather, and hung very loosely, bunch up around his shins where his black boots ended. His boots were like his gloves in that they were thin, and extremely tight fitting.
As he pulled away from the female that he had just whispered, he noticed one of the security guards looking at him, and he simply smirked back at the man, confident that he didn't have the fortitude to approach him. He leaned forward, grabbing his drink with his right hand, while at the same time keeping his eyes locked on the security guard. To his suprise, the man began to approach him. He leaned back again, staring the man down as he approached. He was like any security guard, very big, very cocky, and very stupid.
"Boss wants to see you."
The nerve. Demanding to see me, who does he think he is. The thoughts flashed through his head quickly, and he only chuckled in the way that he so often does, "Just one more drink, and I might." He made it abuntantly clear that he was had no intention of moving at the moment, and the security guard only responded by sitting there with his arms crossed. The two glared at each other for another moment before Sin's drink was finished, and he leaned forward to place it down, turning his head both ways as he spoke, "And if you'll excuse me ladies."
They each slid out quickly, making their way to the dance floor, most of the women walked backwards to see what might erupt from the current situation, but were left unforfilled as they saw Sin give in so easily. Sin left with the security guard, up the stairs behind the counter, and through the long hallway, to a room that seemed to have a pysch ward like entrance. He knew what was coming, though at this point there wasn't much he could do. The two entered the room, and at first it was empty, so Sin turned around to see the security guard that had escorted him had locked the door. When he turned back around, from the shadows of the room, men began pouring out of them, roughly six.
"So which one of you are the boss?" He was perfectly calm, and seemingly careless that he was going to get pummeled, though he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He took a step backward, just to feel a fist collide with the back of his head, forcing him to stagger forward. When he regained stability, he ducked under a second punch, and rolled under a table, gripping the table by the edges and flipping it forward, while at the same time kicking it forward, so it hit the man who had just punched him. Two came from his side, each drawing back for a punch, and as if by reaction, Sin ducked under them, gripping one's fist so that the two fist would collide with each other. He stood up, so his back was to the two collided fist, then reached his arms backward, forcing the men's forearms between his bicep and forearm, and then pulling forward, snapped both bones relatively easily. He wasn't finished, and so he jumped up, then threw himself into a backflip, so on top of the broken bone, the arms were dislocated at the elbow.
During this, the men had pushed the table out of the way and were approaching Sin. He was still calm, and in one motion, hopped from his standing position, and while falling, delivered a sweeping kick to all the men's legs, which caused them all to topple over, save for one, whose leg just buckled slightly. He took advantage of Sin's position, and jumped on top of him. Sin was helpless under the weight of the man, and soon fist began raining down on his face, and as he struggled, he felt more hands reaching for him and holding him down. A few fist to the face later, he had blacked out.
When he awoke, he was sitting in a garbage can wrapped in a clothe, appearantly thinking he was dead. Had his body ceases fuctioning, and just kept key organs going? Maybe it was subconcious. He didn't know. He fought for a few seconds to free himself from the cacoon, and crawled out of the dumpster, colliding with the cold metal floor beneth him. He staggered up slowly, patting his face to see if they broke skin, thankful they didn't, somehow. It was as if he had someone watching him. He looked around at the notion, then quickly searched his pockets, grabbing a card key.
"Oh, don't worry, you won't be seeing the last of me." He smirked to himself as he walked to the door, slipped his card through, then proceeded through, though forgetting to lock the door behind him.
