Place: The Horror Show Bar

[rockabillyxdeadite]

DownTown Atlanta. Hot, sticky, and creepy. The buildings are old, grey, but warm from the heat of the sun that burns down on the citizens. Pickup trucks, nissans zip by in a slow trickle through the street until sundown. The city dies at midnight, except for one place.

the place you now stand outside of. The Horror Show. A five story building nessled between a motorcycle parts shop and a Thrift store, the Horrorshow looks more like an orphanage than a bar. The first floor has a door in the middle, two windows on either side. They've been blackedned in, and covered with bars, and ringged with neon. Over the door is a neon sign reading 'The Twenty Fourth Ring'. A trio of motorcycles sits ouside, one of them populated by a tattoo'd man wearing a denim vest and a fifth of jack daniels in his hand. He gives you a light wave and ask you if you're here to see Nergal. Say what you will, he lets you in no matter what.

Inside the bar is something abstract. It looks roughtly the size of a football field, populated by tables and such on the upper left, the bar on the upper right, and a army battalion's worth of bunk-beds covering the other half of the bar. Behind the bar is two people, one of them wrapped in bandages sporting a bowling shirt, the other is a young girl with a metal plate over her mouth.

Take a seat, Partner' You hear. Some of the bunkbeds must have people in them, because the covers are moving and shifting, dark shapes are getting off of them.

If you sit, the smell of rotting flesh would fill your nose. The man in the bowling shirt moves closer, and the smell intensifies. He offers his hand and pulls up a highball glass with one of his gloved hands. 'What can I get you'.

There is a door beside the bar, and a few windows in the very back of the room. There are not televisions, or radios, but a cloud of smoke just at eye level.

[Hench Rat]

Mitzi entered through the bar doors. Instantly sneezing from the cloud of smoke she walked into as soon as she came in. She cast her eyes down at the ground as she walked to the bar. One hand idly touching the small axe hanging at her side.

When she reached the bar she sat down on one of the seats that was least fixed up with duct tape. Her eyes glancing up only to study the two behind the bar for a second. Hearing the man's question she then spoke.

"Yeah, I think I'll just have a coke."

She pulled her axe from her side and sat it on the bartop. Her gloved hand still clutching the handle as she waited on her drink.

[rockabillyxdeadite]

Nergal gave a knod and motioned to the girl to get the coke. "You'll have no need of that here, Sissy. Better yet, I'll check it in for you," He reached for the axe, bringing up a safe-deposit box with his free hand. The girl set the coke and a frosted glass on the bar, along with a small pamplette.

The pamplette read 'Support the Orphans: Yours, My, and Our Future and the 49th Cromatid'. Seemed to be an informational packet featuring the man in the bowling shirt and a dozen or so kids, all of them as abstract and weird as he was. One kid had three eyes.

[Hench Rat]

Mitzi held tight to her weapon. That would be the first time her eyes actually went up to meet his.

"I'm sorry, but this stays with me."

She ofcourse expected to get icked out at that moment. After all that's what would happen in any decent bar. So she reached in a pocket and pulled out some cash for the drink.

After setting it on the bar she stood and slid the small axe back into a pants loop. Eyes going bac into thier sumissive state.

"I'm sorry, the tattoo'd biker outside didn't tell me it was a problem."

[rockabillyxdeadite]

"Scum Dog is out there to keep the Gang Bangers, the ones I can't help, out of my bar," He left the deposit box on the bar. "And I'm sure you've noticed by now the smell. That'd be me. Dig this: I'm dead," He looked at her with his empty eye-sockets, "And it's kinda hard for people to look you in the eye when you don't have any." He chuckled.

"What's your name, Sissy?"

[Hench Rat]

Mitzi slowly sat back down on the seat. Her axe however stayed in place, dangling at her side.

"Well I'm usually just called Hench Rat. Hench or just Rat for short."

She looked over at the coke. Eyes following the bubbles as they traveled up the glass.

"But my real name is Mitzi. Call me whatever you please." then she looked back up at him. "And who are you?"

[rockabillyxdeadite]

Nergal laughed again. "Call me Nergal. Before I kicked off I went by Mr.X for a stage name. I don't tell folks my real name anymore. It's a bother."

A scraggly, leather-jacket kid came up and whispered something into his ear hole, then handed him a slip of paper. The bandages around his mouth bent in a smile. "Sure thing, Roco." The kid gave a quick stary look towards the girl with mono-tone hair, then looked away with a blush. His front teeth were enlongated like a rats, his ears in a slight point. Walking away, one could seel the tinniest sliver of a tail.

[Hench Rat]

Mitzi gave a nod and watched the seeming 'rat boy' walk away. She raised an eyebrow and looked up at Nergal.

"Seems this isn't your every day bar, is it?"

She then finally took a sip of her coke. Green tinted 'what atleast appeared to be' claws grabbing ahold of the glass. Other hand resting in her lap. She sat hunched slightly over. Possibly just nervous of being in a new place. Or maybe she was always that nervous.

[rockabillyxdeadite]

"I only run a bar to fund what I can't from other means. This place is more of an orphanage than a bar. Half those bunk-beds have kids in them. The one kid that just came up to me and wants me to give you his numer, the poor kid's dad tried fileing out his teeth before he ran away," He took a wooden stick out of a box and put it between two bandages, "I take in all the kids and waywards with the 49th cromatid. You're free to stay here, too, if you like. Axe makes me think you've had some troubles before."

Nergal glanced over to the girl, after taking the wooden stick out and exhaling non-existant smoke. "And this is Molly-Doll. She's got that plate over her mouth because she has what my mentor called 'The Seriphin Curse'. Poor girl's voice can shatter everything within a fifty-foot radius." She did a little curtsy.

He slid the papter over to the girl. "Roco's a nice boy. Been through too much, though."

[Hench Rat]

Mitzi took the number and slid it into a pocket. She sighed feeling sorry for the little rat boy "Yeah, troubles would be a good word for it. Mutants don't have very many fans and if you don't have some high and mighty powers its better to know how to defend yourself with what you can get. Alot more people will leave you alone if you threaten them with an axe."

Her eyes glanced over to the bunk-beds as she spoke again "Well, a dry place to sleep for a night would be nice. How much do you charge a night?"

[rockabillyxdeadite]

"Free, as long as you read the pamplet. Give me your thoughts in the morning," He waved goodbye and went into the door beside the bar. Several locks tumbled.

[Hench Rat]

Mitzi gave a nod and took a pamplet to read over. She went to an empty bunk and laid down to rest. Small axe still at her side she closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep.

[Jason]

James just walks in slowly, right hand giving a light blue glow. How easy picking locks had become, not even a bother anymore. His eye darted around. He frowned, looking over the bar's contents. Instead of sitting, he just moves to a corner, watching the happenings with his hands in his pockets. He seemed to not even move, just waiting for something.

[Yam]

Veluriel walked in like he owned the place. His head was held up high, his claws were mostly drawn back, and his appetite was strong. He had to be careful what he ate of course. Last person he ate was a little...spiked, and he was giggly for days. He darted his head around the bar. Prehaps he'd be able to pick someone up.


He went in, mumbled in something to the tatooed guy at the front and ordered a Bourbon and Coke. While he waited for his order to come, he sniffed around, letting the sweet aroma of death surround him. This place seriously reminded him of home.

[Kojuro]

The next to enter, leaving early but arriving late due to a detour for a quick...snack, was a rather thin young woman with sleek blue-violet hair. Her face was currently shrouded by the hood of her over large jacket. Within a hand she held what appeared to be a walking stick, taller than she was high and nearly as thick as her wrist. As she approached the bar she shoved the hood back from her face and then stuffed her left hand into the pocket of her jacket. Her skin seemed to glitter, nearly drawing in the light and the screaming blue marks on her face did nothing to avert attention.

Her staff tapped rhythmically against the floor as she neared her seat.

Those within viewing distance would be able to see her eyes, the most unusual feature on this technicolor woman, they were without white and without pupil - a bright violet all the way across. Quite the unusual one she was, and most assuredly she stuck out like a neon sign in the dark. With each step a pair of thin antennae bobbed over her head, hair moving with the slight breeze her passage left and revealing the blue topaz embedded into her forehead.

Daintly she sat down at the bar, small smile shifting her delicate features as she looked about while taking note of the others present in the bar. All dark and spooky. Just peachy.

"Can I get a Blue Hawaiian?" She would query, head tilting to the side. "And please, no wise cracks about my drink choice and my hair or markings. I've heard it all."

She set her staff against the counter, catching it when it tried to slide off and resetting it so that it would stay in place as she removed her jacket. As she tugged the cloth off a pair of prismatic wings - quite similar to that of a dragonfly's - unfurled and fluttered a few times. She stretched out her arms and set the jacket down on the stool beside her as she regripped her 'walking-stick' with a soft sigh. The clothing she had been wearing beneath that jacket was quite unusual, all layers of a gauzy material in a very pale pearlescent blue-white that were tight up on her torso and flowed out to her mid-thigh...

She was definately the misfit here and seemed to know it as she looked at her hands intently...

[Hench Rat]

Mitzi slowly arose and rubbed her eyes. She looked around scared for a second being she didn't at first remember where she was. Her hand reached immediatly for her axe. Once realizing it was still there and recalling what had happened earlier she gave a sigh of relief.

Then she stood and walked back over to the bar. Sitting on the same ripped and torn stool from earlier. Her eyes glanced over at the other female being she had never seen anyone or anything like that before. She however tried to be friendly even if a bit shy.

"I think the tender walked away, but I can probably climb behind the bar and get you a drink if you want."

[Kojuro]

She glances up at the woman who was quite suddenly there, hand automatically going for her staff. She does relax, however, once she comprehends that Mitzi meant her no harm.

A slight smile warms her soft face, reaching her eyes and causing them to catch the light and gleam with a metallic hint. She bobs her head in agreement, hair flicking about her face and antennae bobbing of their own free will.

"Sure, that sounds wonderful. I'm afraid I don't know my way about behind the scenes." Before the girl could hop over the counter she extended her hand and shifted in her seat. "I'm Kojuro."

She seemed genuinely pleased to be spoken to so freely by one who was not Fae, for most disbelieved in her ilk and simply saw her as her illusion. A skinny punk girl with tattoos was all that most could gather, but from the way Mitzi focused on her wings and other such oddities she knew that the girl could see.

[Hench Rat]

Mitzi paused a second before gripping the females hand. She nodded to her. "Hench Rat, but you can call me either of the two" she decided she would keep her real name for good friends and in this place finding friends might be a good idea.

She went over the bar, bottom of her axe handle clinking on the side of the bartop as she did. When she got on the other side she fixed the drink and slid it forward "Hell, I don't work here so I guess it's free."

[Kojuro]

A soft grin spread across her face. "You don't seem too terribly rat-esque to me, Hench." Was her gently reply as she wrapped her hand about the drink and lifted the fizzing liquid to her lips. Her nose wrinkles as the bubbles tickled her nose while she took the first sip. "How did you come by that name?"

Her wings opened and folded every two or three seconds, an action she could not control, and if one was to look closely they could see her silver-blue blood coursing through the veins with each heartbeat. Her hand set the drink down on the bartop yet again, drawing her staff up to rest across her lap.

[rockabillyxdeadite]

The door beside the bar swings open, a hairy man running out with a bandaged forarm [hand still attached!]. Behind him is skeleton-thin man wrapped in bandages rushes out, less a forarm. "Rork, I swear if you still another body part of mine, I'm going to rip out your intestines and use them for shoe la-" he noticed four new patrons. The dog man stopped and shuffled over beside the man. Molly-Doll had already set out their drinks, and was more than likely waiting for them to pay for it.

Out of the four, sans the dozen or so asleep in the bunk-beds, the woman with the anttenae struck him as odd. Glance at her with empty eyesockets, he flung a bit of suave and a dash of flirt at her. "I see you've met Henchy, but what's your name, Sissy?"


Snatching the arm out out of the dog-man's mouth, he slicked back his pompadour and walked to the bar. [For those with hightened senses, he smelled of a freshly dug grave, mixed with the smell of dead animals.] "I see we have some new flesh in here. I'm sure Mollly-Doll has gotten your drinks by now."