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Post by O'mra Uisce on Jan 21, 2011 0:51:58 GMT -8
O'mra took a seat at one of the tables inside the bar and put her fake ID back in her wallet. She looked around for anyone that looked like a good meal to her, but there wasn't much to choose from tonight. She watched the live band play, nobody was really listening to them, but they played anyways. She took a cigarette from her pocket and lit it, she figured the bar was OK with smoking indoors since the tables had ashtrays.
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Post by Baal on Jan 21, 2011 18:36:58 GMT -8
Baal stepped into the bar, his icy eyes scanning the room like they always did until they landed on his favorite seat that he always sat at, but unlike every other night, his seat wasn't empty today. His eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on the small blonde, he pushed through the crowd toward her. "Not from around here are you?" he growled when he approached her.
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Post by O'mra Uisce on Jan 21, 2011 20:30:59 GMT -8
O'mra looked up at the strange man that approached her,she could feel the urge to scream her head off again, and she just couldn't hold back. "Rawwwwrrrrrr!" She screamed out right in the man's face. "Sorry, sorry I've been holding that in all day." she said apologetically to him. she sat up out of the chair and moved to the one on the other side of the table, offering the empty chair to him. "Please, sit. What did you say your name was?"
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Post by Baal on Jan 22, 2011 0:42:01 GMT -8
Baal jumped back, suprised by the girls sudden outburst. He watched her as she moved over. His eyes began to turn from blue to white with frustration. "They call me Baal," he sneered, "Don't expect me to ask you your name cause I'm not interested..."
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Post by O'mra Uisce on Jan 23, 2011 17:14:15 GMT -8
"Oh." O'mra said a little disappointed about this guys lack of enthusiasm. " Well my names O'mra, just in case you really did want to know what it was, that's it." She spared Baal a smile, the first smile she did all day. A waitress walked by and placed a full peanut trey on the table. "Are you thirsty? You wanna drink, I'll buy?" she said reaching for the peanuts.
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Post by Baal on Jan 23, 2011 18:39:25 GMT -8
Baal drew in a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he were holding in a sneeze. He looked at the girl, O'mra, his eye twitching in irritation. At the moment that he snapped, his arm swung across the top of the table, sending the peanut tray flying, almost hitting the frontman of the band that was playing.
"Hey, man," said the guitarist, "That was uncalled for!"
"Your music is uncalled for," Baal hissed back with a voice that was harsh and cold, then he turned to O'mra. "I am not a babysitter... I am NOT your friend... Feel lucky enough I haven't killed you yet, but if you persist of flapping your jaw, I will have no other choice. UNDERSTAND?"
His voice echoed throughout the bar, but was quickly drowned out with the usual sounds of a rustling business. Baal sat back slowly in his chair and rested his head against his fingertips.
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Post by O'mra Uisce on Jan 25, 2011 15:47:19 GMT -8
O'mra sat there, frozen, trying to figure out what just happened. Her arm still stretched out for a peanut trey that was no longer on the table. "OK" She finally said, blinking her eyes and regaining her movement. "Obviously, someone just got out of Anger Management class." O'mra said under her breath. She reached in her pocket, and brought out another cigarette, not knowing what the hell happened to her first one. She tossed the pack on the table and lit her cigarette. " You can have one if you want." She offered to Baal.
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Post by Baal on Jan 25, 2011 16:10:02 GMT -8
Baal sat there completely still, his muscles rigid and stiff from trying to calm himself. It was a long moment before he could speak and when he did, he spoke to a waitress passing by the table. "Bicardi 151. In the bottle, not a glass..." he said. When the waitress left he let out a deep breath.
Glancing at the girl, he could tell that she was young and most definately not human. He took a cigarette from her pack and lit it. He continued to stare at her, a cloud of smoke rising up from his nostrils. "What is it that you want?" he asked, bringing the cigarette to his lips. "Perhaps, I can help you..."
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Post by O'mra Uisce on Feb 8, 2011 13:20:30 GMT -8
O'mra leaned back on her chair and thought about Baal's offer. She puffed on her cigarette, trying to make rings with the smoke from her exhale. "More like what do you want?" she said starting to feel like a bad ass, being a 17 year old in a bar with some weird guy that has some kind of hate for peanut treys and shitty bands and having no idea what his intentions are. She thought if she act tough he might think her tough. "I mean you came up to me, remember? So whatcha want?" she took her last drag of the cigarette and flicked the butt on the floor of the bar.
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Post by Baal on Feb 8, 2011 20:29:07 GMT -8
Baal snickered silently to himself as he continued to stare at O'mra with his ice cold eyes. Something like admiration sparked behind them and he snuffed out his cigarette on the table top. "Granted, I will ask for something in return, but that is unimportant at this moment." He leaned in closer to her as he whispered in a rather alluring voice, "But, perhaps, when there are no humans around, we can talk business." Slowly, he leaned back in his chair just as the waitress returned with his order. He eagerly took the bottle and opened it. It wasn't as if the alcohol would affect him in any way, but he enjoyed the burning sensation that reminded him of home. As if surfacing from the sea, Baal gasped in satisfaction, placing the bottle down hard. "I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding me," he said, hinting with his blue eyes that he knew what she was.
He rose from his favored seat in the bar and strode away from the table and out the door. He stepped out into the chilled night of early spring, not bothered by the blowing wind. He half expected O'mra to follow, but in all honesty, he didn't give a shit either way.
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