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exsiliumlogs2013-08-11 11:24 pm
totallytrustworthy) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-08-11 11:24 pm
[OPEN] Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?
Date & Time: 8/ 5
Location: a less than reputable local-run bar
Characters: Chloe Frazer and YOU POSSIBLY
Summary: Chloe's Exsilium birthday! One year spent in this place means it's a good time to get into a fight or two, right?
Warnings: Punching. So much punching.
Easy, big guy. Trust me, it's all just a misunderstand-- [Chloe clips her attempt at diplomacy short: opting for the more appealing route of keeping her head fixed firmly on her shoulders as she flattens herself-- palms pressed against the wood of an old, barely standing bar table and what scattered playing cards are left in unorganized heaps along its beer-soaked surface-- just as a glass bottle whizzes right past the top of her forehead to catch (and shatter) on the edge of the booth behind.] --ing.
[There's a pause. A beat for the bar's patrons to play a game of connect the dots where point A is Chloe Frazer, point B is a somewhat average game of cards and point C is a volatile meltdown resulting in one of the larger local sorts hurling insults and glass at a notoriously disreputable conwoman. Clearly she's the innocent party.] Or not.
[And from there on out, the booth and table are abandoned; barrier set aside in favor of mobility. Or more accurately, in favor of an all out brawl. Something Chloe's capable of holding all on her own, of course, but there's the matter of closed spaces and less than friendly faces and really, it's the right thing to do to lend a hand to a girl in need, isn't it? Come on. Chivalry can't be as dead as they say it is.
Besides, all things considered, it's technically her birthday.]
[ooc: Feel free to jump in and lend a hand or prod at her once she's bashed a few skulls and is cleaning up the mess, much to the dismay and disapproval of the locals! In fact, everything she does is just in poor taste. You should probably stay far, far away.]
Location: a less than reputable local-run bar
Characters: Chloe Frazer and YOU POSSIBLY
Summary: Chloe's Exsilium birthday! One year spent in this place means it's a good time to get into a fight or two, right?
Warnings: Punching. So much punching.
Easy, big guy. Trust me, it's all just a misunderstand-- [Chloe clips her attempt at diplomacy short: opting for the more appealing route of keeping her head fixed firmly on her shoulders as she flattens herself-- palms pressed against the wood of an old, barely standing bar table and what scattered playing cards are left in unorganized heaps along its beer-soaked surface-- just as a glass bottle whizzes right past the top of her forehead to catch (and shatter) on the edge of the booth behind.] --ing.
[There's a pause. A beat for the bar's patrons to play a game of connect the dots where point A is Chloe Frazer, point B is a somewhat average game of cards and point C is a volatile meltdown resulting in one of the larger local sorts hurling insults and glass at a notoriously disreputable conwoman. Clearly she's the innocent party.] Or not.
[And from there on out, the booth and table are abandoned; barrier set aside in favor of mobility. Or more accurately, in favor of an all out brawl. Something Chloe's capable of holding all on her own, of course, but there's the matter of closed spaces and less than friendly faces and really, it's the right thing to do to lend a hand to a girl in need, isn't it? Come on. Chivalry can't be as dead as they say it is.
Besides, all things considered, it's technically her birthday.]
[ooc: Feel free to jump in and lend a hand or prod at her once she's bashed a few skulls and is cleaning up the mess, much to the dismay and disapproval of the locals! In fact, everything she does is just in poor taste. You should probably stay far, far away.]