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Captain277: *Candice’s eyes lit up suddenly, her attention stolen away from Mia’s provocative dance by the arrival of their drinks. Her sister poked a little bit of fun at her, and Candice took care to not down the drink in one go. She’d been drinking rather heavily since the accident, and it was only over the last month that she’d tried to do anything about it. Instead of Twelve-Stepping or trying to quit, she simply tried to moderate her usage, like a responsible adult. Alcohol could put her in any number of places, and some of them she didn’t like at all. So, with her eyes still on her sister, she gingerly sipped the JD. Corsica’s fingers slid down the high-cut PVC cowl, dropping off of the synthetic and onto the bare skin of Candice’s back; her nails tracing light furrows in the skin that Candice knew would be felt, more than seen. Candi’s eyes went wide as her sister’s hand didn’t stop at the waistband of her boy shorts, as they instead began to worm their way in between the impossibly tight bottoms and Candice’s ass. Candice surreptitiously slid the chair she had been sitting on over, positioning it between her and the bar, and began to grind on the curved arm of the stool; putting on a small show for her sister as she took a considerably larger swig of the whiskey. Candice could see and hear the commotion further down the bar, but it didn’t interest her nearly as much as Mia, or her sister’s gradual, and very successful, attempts at getting her motor running. It wasn’t until Corsica mentioned something about the obnoxious fellow a few seats down that Candice paused her dry-humping and glanced down at the man from over the rim of her glass. The large shot of liquor, oak flavour clogging her taste buds and nose with its pungency, burned its way down Candice’s oesophagus  The effects were almost instant, albeit considerably subdued and not even close to being a problem. Candice scanned the man, undressing him, and dissecting him, with her eyes. Blinking away the glaze that had started to take hold of her emerald irises, Candice shook her head, speaking to her sister without breaking her gaze on the man, her voice lower and less incendiary than Corsica’s, but considerably colder.* Yeah, fear, maybe, but they’re tolerating him too much. He has to be someone important. Might be the wrong type of important though, from the way the bartenders are acting. We’d be better off if we stayed out of it, Cor.
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Carrendar: Aye, she whistled for Mia. Such a beauty, such.. Well, courage. Iggy sure as hell didn’t have the guts to do the line of work Mia did. When she centred herself, Iggy made sure to get a closer view, howling and clapping. That dance… Mmmm, by God it was amazing! Lord. More. For Christ sake dance again oh demonness! She whistled and applauded, in such awe she couldn’t help but beg for a encore, as did many of the people. Iggy glanced around, accidently rubbing against a silver (white?) man who clearly wasn’t impressed with the dance, a pack of brutes following him to the bar. She cringed out of his way, looking over him as he walked off. //Who pissed in his cheerios?// She thought to herself, and noticed them crowding around the bar, flinging people off the stools. She looked to the bouncers, expecting them to do something. Nothing. Why weren’t they doing anything? Over all the hub bub she watched the pissed off guy slam his fist onto the counter, yelling at the two girls. Um.. Okay then. Igniatus pushed her way past the crowd, cautiously back to the bar and wedged herself in between two of the Russian brutes. “S-S-S-Sorry.” She muttered, her stutter hissing like a snake as she grabbed for her purse and tried to scamper off, hoping they didn’t try anything or say anything. She looked up to Nick and shrugged lightly, backing off towards the crowd with the purse clutched close to her chest. Igniatus hadn’t a clue on what the hell was going on, but she sensed a vibe she didn’t like one bit. Something was about to go down. Would it end up like it did with Inga? A rumble was about to occur, no doubt. Everyone that’s been in a brawl or two knows that feeling when tension is running high. It’ll boil over sooner or later. Question is, do we be a bitch and pick a fight that isn’t ours, or do we walk away like a good little solider? Decisions, decisions .LadyBelz: -Mia frowned, annoyed as all fuck at the shouting Russian she could hear over her music. If she was closer, she’d have coshed the ugly bastard over the head with her motorcycle helmet, hoping to do his brains in.- “Dumb motherfucker. Doesn’t know what the fuck he’s in for.” -she scowled, thinking to herself. Replacing a look of calm over her features, she got back into the groove of her routine. Falling foward to the floor, she moved her body in a parody of sex, practically humping the surface before she rolled onto her back, again imitating sex as she planted her booted heels on the floor, arching her back until she was in an upside down crab pose. She pushed with her feet, going into a back roll and resting on one knee, her other leg cocked outward, grinding her body on her hands. She turned and crawled back toward the chair, picturing her invisible lover sitting there with his legs spread wide. She crawled upward, pushing her feet forward and back like Michael Jackson doing a moonwalk. Her body flowed like water as it moved forward and back, left and right. Once again standing upright, she turned and kicked out, like a karate fighter, falling into a split that made a few of the women wince in sympathy and more than a few of the men drool like a starving pack of wolves. She fell forward a final time, legs still spread and used her arms to pull herself across the floor before sitting up and spinning in place on her ass, bringing her knees to her chest. As the final notes of the song began to play out, she brought her head forward, resting it on her knees, practically curling her body into an upright fetal position , the final notes of the song fading into nothing. There was complete silence under the hub-bub of the rest of the club going on about their business for a few moments before the applause, cheers and whistling started. She raised her head, her eyes sparkling with a sense of accomplishment and pride that she had once again performed her very best. One of her regulars helped her to her feet and the money started rolling in. Accepting the bills and the praise as she made her way across the room, one of the girls passed over her shift and she shrugged back into it, cinching it closed beneath her boobs as she made her way to the bar. She had a moment of melancholy when she noticed Inga’s absence and wondered how the blonde was coping. She shook off the thought a moment later, she hated feeling blue when she was working as she sat in her usual seat and ordered a beer.-
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Roleplay Live : Group : The Death Club
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Serenity of discord     Part 4
Players

iShatteredSanity
LuciL
Captain277
LadyBelz
CharlotteCarrendar
DarcyEstherFalcon
HoshiBlack
LuciL: Sabina was used to gyrating and teasing the patrons she was not used to dancing with rigid movements and freestyle the way that Miho beside her controlled the crowd with her twists and turns. She admired the older woman and gave her snaps to the way she performed for the circle though most were turning towards Mia, who was still stealing the show from the rest of the escorts on their poles and cages. Miho cast Sabina a side look and laughed stepping in front of her, placing her hands on the Romanian woman’s hips and swivelling around her like a snake, it was all in jest and teasing and it made the male onlookers whoop in delight. Miho burst out laughing grabbing Sabina’s hands in the air as both women brushed up against one another and danced, Sabina’s cheekbones flushing as Miho rubbed around her and grabbed her hands though to her own inner delight she found them syncing up, their steps becoming the same and she threw her head back and spun around, wriggling with Miho and blowing a kiss to one of the younger looking boys, who quickly shoved a hundred euro into her money overflowing mini skirt “Multumesc draga mea/Thank you sweetheart” Sabina purred out in her native tongue making the boy drool heavily even more as he merely nodded and stepped back. Miho saw this and cheered on her friend smacking her behind that echoed and sounded in the dancing circle, the hairs on the back of her spine went up as over the rowdy crowds and cyberpunk music, something was happening over at the bar and she did not like the look of the silver hair man along with his burly group shouting at the redheaded bartender and the sudden disappearance of the raven head pale girl beside her. Pulling Sabina close, she reached on her tiptoes mumbling ”Be careful Sabina-san, I sense trouble” Sabina paused in her air gyrations but only briefly, her dark eyes following where Miho had gestured to, the group of black clothed gentleman and a guy that stood out with silver hair. Sabina only nodded smiling towards the crowds and bending backwards running her fingers between her cleavage grabbing more notes that were now being pushed into her top, one bold man squeezing her right breast making her burst out laughing and wagging finger ”Don’t start what you can’t finish darling” ”Maybe later” The man looked hopeful, his eyes wide with lust ”Maybe baby” Sabina answered just as she watched Mia finish her performance and clapped along with the crowd, Miho looked over her shoulder and grinned letting out a wolf whistle, though her thoughts were still at the crowd by the bar.
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iShatteredSanity: -Inside the office, Helena was staring at the monitors of the cameras at the bar, looking at Viktor and his gang starting their game. On the speaker one of the bouncers wanted to know how to proceed. Helena grabbed the mic and spoke.- [Helena.] “Make sure that everyone will slowly leave the bar. Don’t make any hasty movements.” –Was what she said and confirmations came from the speaker. And again she looked at the monitors as the bartenders pretty much did what they were told, yet she could feel the tension.- “Lets just hope that this time a lesson will be learned.” –Helena said and looked at Anna, really worried. But Anna was more worried. Helena had not been herself at all ever since that day. Helena had been very melancholic, depressed, angry. Helena had been drinking all day long and smoking once cigarette after another while not saying a word. Anna had found out what had happened after Demetrios himself let her know, but Anna waited for her Mistress to ask for help, yet Helena had closed herself again. Poor Anna… || Meanwhile downstairs. Viktor and his group had their own way, feeling superior to the others only because nobody dared to even say a word back at them. Viktor himself was sitting on the stool, smoking that cigarette of his and looking at the women. He had failed to notice that someone was staring at him, waiting for him to slip up. Correction, not just one, two people were staring at him. Demetrios leaned to whisper to Alexandros’ ear again.- [Demetrios.] “Move slowly behind them. Follow the crowd and don’t make a scene. Divide and conquer.” –Alexandros nodded and stood from his seat and followed the crowd as the bar was cleaning up. Viktor noticed that and as a fool he was led to believe that it was because people started to fear him and his men. Even his men were laughing at the whole situation, smoking their cigarettes and looking at the women on the counter. Of course their eyes laid on the twins with the shaved heads, each one of them nudging each other and saying things like fucking them on the spot, getting them back home and sell them, and all that kind of bullshit that gangstas wannabes would say. As for Viktor himself? He looked at Dix and Mags while wondering where the blonde one was. But his thought was interrupted after seeing the man dressed like superman.- [Viktor.] “Oh I will be damned. If we don’t have Clark Kent in here today.” –He said in a sarcastic tone as his underlings began laughing and tossing their cigarettes one him.- “Oh my. Hey, you bitch with the black hair.” –Viktor made a slight pause, having a serious expression on his face.- “You were lucky the other day, but not today. Tell me bitch, where is that blond one? I want to see if she is so good as she is in her movies. That’s some fine piece of pussy.” –Viktor said and took the bottle of the vodka, gulping down a few large sips before slamming it on the counter. Now the bar was cleared and only a few people sat on the stools, the twins, the Superman who was known as Kraus and Demetrios who could not be seen. The brutes made a mistake though, one of them tried to walk inside the bar and it was that time when Alexandros sneaked up from behind and with a good shoulder slam, he managed to push them away.- [Alexandros.] “I think that we need to cool down a bit, don’t you think so Demetrios?” –On the sound of that name, Viktor’s eyes widened behind his shades.- [Viktor.] “He is here?! WHERE?!” –Viktor shouted, clearly shaken while his men looked at Alexandros who was smiling  One of them even tried to punch Alexandros in the face, but using the brute’s own movement, Alexandros managed to land a good elbow hit on the brute’s back and knock him down before kicking him in the head and making him lose his conciousness.- [Alexandros.] “One down, a few more to go.” -As for Demetrios, he slowly rose from his seat and looked at Viktor who was ready to piss himself.- [Demetrios.] “I am here bitch. What’s the matter? Come at me. That is if you have the balls to come on your own and not send your bitches at me.” –Demetrios said and knuckled his neck and knuckles. Meanwhile the bar was clear of people and the bouncers made a small line so that nobody would go there. Things were about to get nasty after all.-
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CharlotteCarrendar: – Leaving the bar behind, Dixie slowly walked over to Kraus, who was sitting in his favourite corner, where he usually kept well out of the way of the usual patrons of the Death Club. Dixie could see that he was completely wasted, his hair, a mess, unkept, his face, a five o’clock shadow, and the sadness, the eyes bloodshot from night after night of no sleep. He kept his head bowed, holding in his hand a bottle that was in a brown paper bag, letting it swinging back and forth listlessly, humming a soft tune, as tears had long since dried on his grubby face. His favourite superman outfit, torn, dirty, his cape was haggard, like a flag that had been held aloft in battle and blasted by cannon fire. Dixie bit her lip and crouched down before him, resting her hand on his knee, as his body shook at her touch. Like a wounded animal, he looked at her through the drunken haze, and his bottom lip wobbled along with his chin. “She doesn’t remember me, Skip….I can’t do this anymore.”- his voice shaking as he took another swig from the bottle and gasped as it burnt his throat. He offered the bottle to Dixie as she shook her head, then that evil bastard Viktor, he flicked his cigarette at the wounded Superman, and said “Oh I will be damned. If we don’t have Clark Kent in here today.” Dixie brushed away the ash of the cigarette and then quickly shot a look at Kraus and said rapidly and under her breath. “Ignore him…he isn’t worth it.”- but the russian wasn’t finished, oh no, he was only getting started. He had recognised Dixie from the hospital grounds, and sang out “You were lucky the other day, but not today. Tell me bitch, where is that blond one? I want to see if she is so good as she is in her movies. That’s some fine piece of pussy.” Wait, did he just say that she was lucky? Slowly, Dixie rose, but more or less to shield the wounded Kraus, who was reeling from the vile words that Viktor had spat about his beloved Inga. Dixie stretched her arms behind her, as if to shield Kraus, but something inside of Kraus snapped. His beautiful Inga had lost her happiness in this foul place. The Death Club spelt the death of his love…his happiness, and now this russian prick was mocking her, speaking of her pussy, like she was a common whore. Dixie suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, and have her pulled to the side, as Kraus came out from behind her. The twins, Corsica and Candice, well they were not stupid, as the henchman behind the bar suddenly went down like a sack of potatoes, due to being struck out of the blue by Alexandros. Corsica reached for the back of her sister’s top and dragged her back out of the way as Superman walked across and then his face turned ugly,as he said. “You, and your men, will leave this place…these people, if you know what is good for you.’ -Kraus…thought he was Superman. <3>
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LadyBelz: -Although the bouncers tried to get her to move once the action started, Mia wasn’t one who followed orders very well, not after all she’d seen and been through. She sat at the end of the bar, one of Viktor’s goons standing with his back to her not even three feet away. Since she had her legs crossed, it was a simple matter of subtly reaching down to slip her trusty stilleto razor from inside her boot. She always carried it with her in case of situations such as these and she knew (as she had many years ago) she’d have a chance to use it again. As Demitrios and his friend were occupied with the (now) 9 men before them, Mia turned on her stool and climbed to her feet. Unnoticed, despite her 5’7″ size and the shadows covering that part of the club due to the lighting, she very easily slipped in behind the man, who outweighed her by 200 pounds. Sliding open the blade, she grinned. If anyone was looking at her then, they would see that the smile was truly a vicious one. She recognized Viktor herself during her captivity with Yuri, Viktor being one of the men Yuri had given her to in exchange for drugs and booze for resale on the streets of Russia. Quick as a snake, her arm snapped around the man’s head and she struck, the sharp edge of her blade slicing deep into the skin like a hot knife through butter, blood spurting in a fountain to coat the back of the Russian thug standing in front of him. The soon-to-be-dead man had a chance to make one single sound, like the gurgle of a clogged drain before he collapsed to the floor, blood pooling around him. There was dead silence in their area of the club as Mia wiped her blade clean on the dead man’s jacket. Then she looked Viktor directly in his eyes, watching with pleasure as they widened with recognition.- “You recognize me. Good. Now I can say what I’ve been wanting to say for many years. Payback is a motherfucking bitch.” -she hissed, before stepping over the dead man’s body and sashaying her way upstairs, taking a moment to slip her blade back into her boot. She calmly changed her clothes, grabbed up her helmet and keys and made her way back downstairs. She glanced around at the people still dancing, listening to music and watching her girls perform for them, glad they were unaware of what was occurring in the darkest shadows of the club, glad that security were doing there jobs. Nodding, she made her way out of the club, pausing to give Nikolai and Ivan a kiss on the cheek for a job well done. She could wait to hear of what happened to Viktor. But for now, she was going home to rest.-
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LuciL: The crowd started to disperse from the bar, all the patrons as the bouncers came from the different corners of the Death club, Miho watched this intently her pale blue eyes switching between the confused voices rising from those who were enjoying their drinks and quickly pushed onto the dance floor, the dj continuing to play the heavy soundtrack to keep the patrons relaxed. Though she was shorter than Sabina, Miho knew how to fight but she also knew when to not butt into a fight but that did not stop her from protecting the Romanian woman and while Sabina kept the circle’s eyes upon her with the way she moved, Miho stood close her dance not as energetic as before, watching the quick slash of a single knife between two of the bouncers, both her eyebrows arched clearly impressed seeing it raised from the hand by none other than the DC star herself- Mia. Who talked to the silver hair man, the one that gave Miho shivers of discomfort before she got up and left the bar. It seemed this would be dealt with swiftly and without disturbing the patrons who were either too drunk, too occupied or just too stupid to notice. Sabina had easily noticed Miho tense up, she had seen the flash of anger and focus flash in her pale blue eyes (they were definitely contacts) she had reacted this same way when they had first met, when Randall had come charging down the hallway from his own apartment. Sabina did not pay attention to what was going on the bar, from what she could see the bouncers were handling it, though she was curious to see Mia quietly leave the assembled crowd. Sabina did not like fights, she tended to avoid them, her family was mixed with bloodshed over fights in regards to the drugs and payments, another reason why she had escaped. Calmly placing a hand on Miho’s shoulder, she spun the Japanese woman around and chastely pecked the right hand corner of her petal lips ”Miho, you’re tense and its noticeable” Miho blushed slightly at Sabina’s lip contact but merely nodded before looking over Sabina’s shoulder and giggling softly ”Did you promise two men something?” Sabina froze and mentally scolded herself, she had forgotten that she had promised two lucky gents herself if they could find her. Turning around in her black and red monster boots, she saw both of them giving her a big grin, holding a bottle of vodka, three glasses and more euros in their wallets. Sabina smirked and nodded at Miho ”Oh I see what you mean, thank you Miho…” Miho giggled some more giving her an encouraging push. If things became nasty at the bar and came out from behind the bouncers, Miho wanted her friend safe and out of harms way. Sabina laughed feeling the push and walked towards the two men ”So…where to my darlings” One of them, a lightly olive man with sandy blonde hair, his ocean blue eyes diverting up to one of the private rooms. The paler brunette next to me followed his gaze and grinned, one hand curving around her waist ”What Daniel said” his voice clearly Scottish ”You’re on a first name basis with each other, this is perfect” Sabina teased as she was pulled, her hand reaching out to grab Daniel’s hand and pulling him behind her, the trio heading up the stairs. What the Romanian woman didn’t notice was a pair of hazel eyes watching her in dismay.

 

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iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios had already risen from his seat and had spoken a few words to Viktor, looking at him while his anger began to rise in dangerous levels. Viktor did not expect Demetrios to be there so when the colossus rose before him, Viktor moved a few steps back. Alexandros looked at Demetrios and the two men nodded.- [Alexandros.] “And here I thought that he was some badass motherfucker. Re malaka Mitso, o tupos einai gia ton poutso. (transpation: Hey dude, that guy really sucks ass.)” –Alexandros was talking about Viktor who looked at Demetrios, ready to attack him, but Demetrios was actually focused on Dix, fearing for the worse since she had come out and tried to protect Kraus. That only fueled his anger some more, the thought of Dix getting hurt. But luckily for him, the Russian badasses did not move an inch after witnessing the lack of balls of their boss. Demetrios looked at Kraus who finally snapped after the provoking of the Russians, but it was Demetrios who moved past by Kraus and stood before him.- [Demetrios.] “Kraus, I admire your passion and your love towards Inga. But Superman alone can not defeat those guys. He will have to rely on the rest of justice league. Those guys have kryptonite, and your Lois Lane is waiting for you. While she may not remember who you are right now, she needs you by her side.” –Demetrios made a small pause and turned his head to look at Kraus.- “Do not go back to your fortress of solitude, go back to your Lois Lane. Make her remember who you are.” -Demetrios said and patted Kraus’ shoulder.- “Go to her. But first, go and have some sleep, then a good shave and a shower.” –Demetrios said and looked at Alexandros who had arched his right eyebrow.- [Alexandros.] “I read mostly manga.” –He said and shrugged his shoulders before looking at Mia who had come in the scene, holding a stiletto and slicing the throat of one of the henchmen. Demetrios looked at that as well, along with the rest of the henchmen and Viktor who had almost pissed his pants. So much for a boss. Just like last time he relied only on his men and not on his strength, which is why he feared Demetrios. A sadistic grin appeared on Demetrios’ facial expressions as he looked at Mia’s accomplishment while Viktor looked at her with his eyes ready to pop out.- [Demetrios.] “And that only proves that nobody is afraid of you. You have fallen victim to your own position. In here it does not mind if you are a king or a mob leader, in here you will obey to the rules. And by the way, your sentence has been dealt…” –Demetrios made a small pause and looked at the puddle of blood on the floor while cracking his knuckles once more.- “…it is death. Welcome to the Deathclub.” –Demetrios said and looked at the bouncers that had formed a line that nobody would be able to break. The bouncers themselves got in the fight as well. The numbers were not even, 8 men including Viktor versus 4 men, two bouncers, Alexandros and Demetrios. This was going to be fun. The first bouncer had grabbed the arms of one of the henchmen and had broken the elbows, using his knee. Screams of pain and agony filled the area. The other bouncer had already grabbed another one of the men and hand snapped his neck. Alexandros was having some fun while toying with one of the men who held a knife. And as the man was about to stab Alexandros, all that he did was to just sidestep and avoid the knife, grabbing the man’s hand, twisting his wrist and bending the elbow to stab the man on the Adam’s apple. As for Demetrios, he was taking his time, taunting the men to come at him. When one of them managed to reach him, Demetrios only used his knee to hit the man on his stomach, forcing him to bend inwards so that Demetrios could land a strong elbow hit on the man’s spinal cord. Meanwhile, Helena was watching everything, laughing psychotically behind the monitors, shaking like a fish out of the water. As for the rest of the patrons around the bar? They merely watched the show, shouting and yelling “BLOOD!”, “FUCK THEM UP!”, “KILL THEM!”, etc etc. That only showed how much Viktor and his crew was hated. Oh, yeah, Viktor. Viktor was on the floor, trying to squirm away when Alexandros looked at him with a smile on his face.- [Alexandros.] “You going somewhere pretty boy?”

 

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CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie watched on as Kraus walked, no strutted proud like he really was Superman over to Viktor, the king pin of the russians, and demanded that he and his mob leave the club, and let everyone get back to enjoying themselves. What had come over Kraus, in a way was that he could no longer cope with the reality of his life and now, believed he was Superman. Corsica dragged her sister Candice well clear, as it was obvious, this place was going to get out of control and fast. She whispered in her ear. “Give this twenty minutes, and the fucking cops are going to be all over it. We go…now.’-she ordered, making sure she and her sister made it safely to one of the nearest exits, and out into the city streets, to find a taxi that would take them home to their hotel. The bar staff had been given orders to get well clear, and this was not lost on Maggie and the new barmen, Nick, whose dick seemed to have had suffered some shrinkage. Kraus , however refused to move, standing resolute, waiting for Viktor to answer, however, another would block his path, and then offer kind words, to reach out to Kraus’s troubled mind.  It was Demetrios who moved past by Kraus and stood before him.- [Demetrios.] “Kraus, I admire your passion and your love towards Inga. But Superman alone can not defeat those guys. He will have to rely on the rest of justice league. Those guys have kryptonite, and your Lois Lane is waiting for you. While she may not remember who you are right now, she needs you by her side.” Just then, through the crowd, a rotund fellow, with wild curly black hair and beard ran up and then placed his hands on his knees out of breath. “Bro..you gotta…come..god my breath. Shit..okay. Kraus, lets go man.” he looked around at all the bouncers and the faces on all around and then held up a peace symbol with his right hand and led the shattered Kraus out of the fray, saying. “Figured I would find you here, man. Come on, I take you home, and we work on helping your Inga, okay?”- Hermon really was a best mate, leading the defeated Superman away, just as Mia, served up her own version of justice. Cold, and done with a stilletto. Dixie was shocked by all that was going on, but most of all, by the way in which Demetrios kept changing, from the kind and loving man she knew, into the hard core Death Club owner. Demetrios signalled for the bouncers to form a cordon, a wall of muscle around those that had decided to bring their heavy handed tactics to the club, Before you could say…ready, steady GO, it was on, with fists being thrown, bones breaking, and blood being splayed all around, as Maggie and Nick the Dick hid in one of the sex rooms (LOL). The crowd watching the action were screaming, howling for blood, and then one of the henchman lunged at Dixie, picking her up off the ground in a bear hug, threatening to carry her off to one of the sex rooms and rape her ass. Reaching out with her right hand, she seized a glass from the bar top and then smashed it directly into the henchman’s face, tearing open his eye, and his cheek as she wriggled for him to drop her. <3>

 

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LuciL: Sabina was safe and out of the way, probably getting a lot more pay from the two men who had awaited her like she was a queen, well Miho grinned as she watched the trio walk up the stairs her friend already boldly kissing the brunette while the sandy blonde man was groping her behind being mindful that the money, Sabina’s tips did not fall out of her thong or garters. Sabina was a queen, a queen of the night and the weakness to every man who came close to her charms. Seeing them disappear into the nearest private room, Miho’s attention now focused on what was going on at the bar. A rather tall purple hair man stepped out and quietly talked to a rugged Superman ’Where did he come from?’ Miho thought curiously before he was patted on the back and sent on his way (with the help of a large man with curly hair) after words of encouragement. Deciding to sneak a peek closer to the action, Miho quietly pushed past the dancers who were still bumping and grinding to the industrial sounds, a music that seemed to work well when the fight finally broke out between the bouncers, the purple hair man and another with relatively normal black hair. It did not seem fair to have eight of the goons including the silver hair man who seemed to shrink behind the purple hair man’s height even though Miho agreed someone of that stature would make her slink back too. Stepping in between two loudly cheering men, as the fight between staff and the intruders who looked more scared as their comrades were fallen or knocked unconscious by the bouncers and the two men. Miho saw in the corner of her left eye, one of the Russians picking up the other bartender who Miho was looking out for her, stepping towards them as if offering to help but halted in her tracks as the raven head pixie grabbed the nearest glass by the bar and sending it straight to the goon’s face. Miho’s face broke into a triumphant smile, that girl didn’t need her help, it seemed working in a bar was also her weapon. Turning on her heel, Miho dodged between cheering people and Russians being thrown aside having being knocked out twice by the staff. But where was their so called leader, oh there he was being stared down by the other raven head Greek man. It seemed most of the Russians were accounted for or so Miho thought, quickly she saw one of the russians fleeing away from the scene on the side, still grinning from watching the pale bartender glass one of the men sent Miho into a short run. There was no adrenaline, no blood pumping n her body all she felt was a state of calm, inhaling shortly and jumping in front of the Russian ”Oyasumi!” she chirped to him, sending a flying kick to his jaw and knocking him backwards into two patrons who thought he was attacking them and started punching his gut only to realise he was rendered unconscious. They looked at Miho in amazement who merely shrugged ”He was fleeing.”

 

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iShatteredSanity: -The fight, if one could call it a fight, was not meant to last long. The Russians kept falling down like flies as the two bouncers, Alexandros and Demetrios were knocking them down. One for them tried to escape and one of the bouncers went after him, only to see that some Japanese ninja chick managed to knock him out. The bouncer walked towards the Russian on the floor, kicking his ribs a few times and looking at the Japanese girl.- [Bouncer.] “Thank you.” –He said and once again kicked the Russian’s ribs before grabbing his hand and dragging him on the floor towards the bar. Alexandros was already on Viktor who looked at him with his eyes wide open and a puddle right underneath him; the so fearless Russian head had pissed himself from fear. Alexandros turned his head and looked at Demetrios.- [Alexandros.] “What should I do with th—” –Alexandros did not finish his phrase, or more accurately he stopped it right away after seeing Demetrios who was gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. What had Demetrios seen to make him like that? Alexandros turned his head and looked at what made Demetrios snap.- “Uhoh.” –He looked at Viktor.- “Here is a small lesson. That guy has some anger management issues ever since he was in that military academy with me. Why do you people try to tick him off?” –Alexandros asked and Viktor tried to squirm but Alexandros stomped his foot on Viktor’s arm, dislocating it. Viktor cried out in pain while Alexandros was stepping on his stomach.- “Oh no, you will wait.” –Demetrios was not looking at anything else nor was listening to anything else but Dix. She was captured by that asshole who tried to take her away. Looking at Dix trying to escape the Russian’s grip and slashing him, he took a deep breath and rushed to her side. Of course he had been careless and the last one of the henchmen tried to stab him, only to be stopped by one of the bouncers who body slammed him on the ground. Demetrios had failed to see that though since his worry was only Dix. Rushing to her side, he grabbed the man’s hands and twisted both his wrists, releasing Dix from his grip. But he was not done. Once Dix was out of the man’s grip, Demetrios kicked the man on his balls and made him lose balance and lie down on the floor. But again he was not done. Demetrios grabbed the man’s left arm and left leg, lifting him from the ground and carrying him as if he was a bonbon. He lift him as high in the air as he could, but given that the Russian was quite heavy, the Russian’s body fell on the floor after he slipped from Demetrios’ grip. The Russian man was crying in pain but Demetrios did not seem to settle down. Alexandros stayed there and watched Demetrios, shaking his head while mumbling.- [Alexandros.] “I guess that this is your stigma brother… You still can not forgive yourself over what happened. You even fight like her…” –Alexandros mumbled. Back at Demetrios, he had grabbed the man’s wrists and he was right behind him, pressing down his back with his right foot. The Russian cried out for mercy, yet the colossus was not merciful. Tugging his arms violently, the Russian man cried one more time.- [Russian guy.] “SHOW MERCY!” –But Demetrios merely tilted his head to the right.- [Demetrios.] “Mercy? MERCY?! YOU DARED TO TOUCH MY WOMAN! YOU ARE NOT FORGIVEN!” –Demetrios yelled and again tugged the arms of the Russian guy as a snapping sound could be clearly heard. What had happened was that both arms of the Russian man were dislocated along with the elbows, rendering the man unable to use his arms again. But that was not enough for Demetrios, he dragged the man as if he was a sack of garbage and tossed him right on the guy with the sliced throat. Then he looked at Viktor.- “You remember what happened last time. Why did you come here again?” –He asked Viktor who could no longer speak, Viktor had flashbacks of the last time that he had witnessed Demetrios’ anger, back when Demetrios single-handedly defeated his 3 best men and freed Helena.- [Viktor.] “Show mercy man… I… I am really sorry!” –Viktor cried but Demetrios looked at Dix.- [Demetrios.] “Dixie, this is your call. Guilty or not guilty?”

 

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CharlotteCarrendar: – The blood sprayed out of the goon’s face as Dixie embedded the glass in deep, and that only made him angrier, as he refused to release her….that was, until Demetrios came. The man’s wrists were torn back, and thus Dixie was released, clattering to the floor. On landing, she inched away, scooting on her ass, as the fights were now getting out of control. The fury in Demetrios’s eyes, the rage and power in his voice as he vocally spat flames of hatred at the Russian  YOU DARED TO TOUCH MY WOMAN! YOU ARE NOT FORGIVEN!” Dixie backed up into a table, and panicked thinking it was another one of the mob, but on turning her head, she realised it was a table leg. Scrambling to her feet, the fight was now getting so intense that the Russian was not only having his arms dislocated, he was being thrown into the garbage, the same as the other man, who had his throat cut with Mia’s stilletto. What was it with the Death Club, to have such blood and gore, yet only the first night since opening after the dreadful attack on poor Inga. Dixie took two steps towards Demetrios, as he stood over the tearful and cowardly Viktor. [Viktor.] “Show mercy man… I… I am really sorry!” –Viktor cried but Demetrios looked at Dix.- [Demetrios.] “Dixie, this is your call. Guilty or not guilty?”The question was put to Dixie, who was breathing hard, after the grab by the russian, it sent her adrenilan pumping. Dixie knew enough to know that Viktor was guilty, as far as organising the attacks upon Helena and then trying to rile up his mob against the patrons of the club. Dixie was one that believed in fair play, she did believe in justice to be served out by the law of that country. But in a place like Prague, in the underworld cultures, things were very very different. Glancing at each person, still standing, she finally made the call. “Guilty.”- and not another word left her. <3>

 

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LuciL: Miho watched the bouncer and collect the unconcious body of the Russian she had knocked out with her neon sneakers grab him and haul him away back to the bar ”Thank you” his accent coming through his voice before walking away with the unconscious man ”Nandemonai! Er…your welcome” Again her brain was switched back to Japanese mode and it usually happened when she was thinking, only focused on the right now especially when it came to fighting or defending herself against others. Stepping forward, Miho continued to watch the fight unravel as it got more bloody especially when she saw the purple hair man grab the burly Russian who was holding onto the bartender, Miho watched him dislocate the Russian’s arms and tossed aside like a rag doll. There was no calm, no focus in the Greek’s man only pure rage and the flame seemed to get larger because the Russian had touched the bartender. Tilting her head to the side, a piece of dyed blonde hair covering her left blue eye, she watched the interaction as he returned to the silver hair man who had his own arm dislocated by the other Greek. Turning to the bartender, the furious purple hair man asked her one single question “Dixie, this is your call. Guilty or not guilty?” Now this surprised Miho, wasn’t it normally the law who decided or whether these goons were guilty not guilty. Miho had heard of the underground in Japan, but she did not know what their code of conduct was for in relation to those who dare intrude the serenity of their clubs. Leaving the decision to the young bartender seemed such a big responsibility for the girl and Miho stared at her wordlessly awaiting her call. The one called Dixie responded “Guilty” and the fate was sealed for the not so fearless leader and his unconscious group. Looking over her shoulder, Miho noticed that more people can come around to the bar to see what was going on, even the DJ seemed to be fixated on the Russians fate. Looking up to the second level, she hoped Sabina was still enjoying herself.

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iShatteredSanity: -“Guilty.”, was the verdict. Dix had made her decision and Demetrios looked at her as she spoke that word. Demetrios knew that it was not an easy choice for Dix to make. She was innocent, she was pure and she did not deserve such a world. Yet she was there, she was with him, the owner of the club, a man of the night, but also a man who had such a dark side. But Dix was the best jury to make a verdict exactly for the reason of being innocent and new to that world. Demetrios looked at Dix and nodded his head slowly.- [Demetrios.] “Understood.” –He said and looked at Alexandros who let go of Viktor’s body but made sure that Viktor would not leave that place.- “Viktor, you heard the jury. You have been found guilty for the crime of coming in here and messing with us.” –Demetrios made a pause and with his right foot, he stomped Viktor’s left ankle, breaking it. Viktor let out a loud scream of pain and agony.- “You have been found guilty again for coming in here and calling names on my friends.” –Demetrios said and made another pause only to stomp on Viktor’s other ankle, breaking it as well. Viktor began coughing so hard that his saliva came out in a rosy tone, a sign that he had a sore throat, maybe from the yelling.- “You have also been found guilty for calling my woman a bitch.” –Demetrios said once again and stomped on Viktor’s right knee, breaking that as well. Viktor could not take it anymore and he already begged for mercy, but Demetrios was not listening.- “You have also been found guilty for the pain you caused to my woman.” –Demetrios said yet again and stomped on Viktor’s left knee. At this point of time Viktor started coughing up blood, almost suffocating on that. Alexandros looked at Viktor and then at Demetrios, shaking his head and slowly letting go of Viktor only to reach Demetrios.- [Alexandros.] “Come on brother. You don’t want that in your conscience. Just stop it here. I don’t think that he will ever come after you.” –Alexandros said and looked into Demetrios eyes, sighing deeply. Demetrios did not seem to listen to him.- “Make it quick then. Don’t make him suffer.” –Alexandros said and sat on a stool with his hand facing Demetrios and Viktor. Of course even the crowd itself was looking at Demetrios and some of them begged him to stop and show mercy. But Demetrios did not listen to anyone and went to deliver the final blow.- [Demetrios.] “But more than anything you dared to hurt my woman. That is something that can not be forgiven even with you dying. I hope you burn in hell and one day I will see you there.” –Demetrios said and took a leap into the air, bending his knees backwards so that he could land on Viktor’s chest with his knees. Viktor attempted to leave, but it was too late. The 265 colossus had already landed on his chest, shattering his bones and inflicting so much internal damage that not even the best doctor could ever correct. With so many broken bones stabbing his internal organs, Viktor was as good as dead. But that was not going to be a quick death, no, that was going to be a slow death while his lungs would fill with blood due to the rupture from the bones. Hell, even the flesh on his chest was ripped in a few places. And as soon as Demetrios landed on Viktor, the later bent forward while spilling blood all over Demetrios. With Viktor’s bones shattered, bleeding all over the place and Demetrios still on top of him, Demetrios grabbed Viktor’s head and twisted it, this way snapping his neck and ending his life. Alexandros did not even try to look, judging only by the cracking sound, he knew what was going to happen.- [Alexandros.] “So much for doing it quick.” –He said and sighed while shaking his head.- “You still haven’t changed my brother…” –And with that, Alexandros spoke no more words while Demetrios slowly rose back on his feet, looking at Dix, wanting to embrace her, but not knowing if she wanted to.- [Demetrios.] “If you want to run away, I will understand.” –He said.- “Know that I have no regrets about what I just did. I may be ruthless, but I can not allow anyone to hurt you.” –Demetrios said and looked at Dix, wondering what was she going to do.-

 

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CharlotteCarrendar;- The single word uttered, from Dixie’s lips was a death sentence. She had just become the judge, jury and….virtual executioner, as she stood with her arms to her sides, her face without emotion. She may have said that Viktor was guilty, and yes, he was for many things, but she had just given her Demetrios the green light….to kill. Her eyes glazed over, tightening her hands into fists, as each of the charges were said, and Demetriso systematically broke, ever bone in Viktor’s body, starting with his ankles, and working his way up. Dixie would flinch, at each bone crunching sound. Swallowing the rising bile that was coming up her throat, as Viktor was now bringing up blood and then when Alexanddros could not stop Demetrios from the sickening onslaught, she watched as he said out loud before all ; “But more than anything you dared to hurt my woman. That is something that can not be forgiven even with you dying. I hope you burn in hell and one day I will see you there.” And with that, he used all of his weight in a knee drop that would see him crush Viktor chest, virtually destroying his internal organs. Dixie didn’t turn away. She continued to watch, unmoving as he continued the attack, seizing Viktor’s head and then twisting it sharply, thus ending his life, once and for all. Demetrios was covered in blood, rising up, with Alexandros making a quip about doing it quickly. Many around them were most likely wanting to throw up at the sight of the dead man, his body so bady damaged, it was hard to make heads or tails of it. Demetrios now had a look of genuine fear on his face, waiting to see Dixie’s reaction to what he had just done. Would she turn, and flee, or simply walk away, and leave all this death and horror behind. Demetrios was a killer, and he had no regrets for what had he just did. “If you want to run away, I will understand.” –He said.- “Know that I have no regrets about what I just did. I may be ruthless, but I can not allow anyone to hurt you.” Dixie slowly walked towards him, the people all around, simply fading from her mind, so there was just Demetrios and her in the room. She inhaled deeply and said. “If you ever think you are on your own, you will never be alone….. I’ll stand by you.-She paused, and she could feel the chill of death all around her, but she did not run. “Even in your darkest hour…I won’t let nobody hurt you… I’ll stand by you.”- with that she reached up and stroked his cheek with her thumb, a tear rolling down her own. <3>

LuciL: Now Miho was very glad that Sabina had not come downstairs though what had just occurred to her was something she had never seen before. What happened before her was something she had seen in violent movies that consisted of the leading protagonist killing off his enemy and not quickly like what the enemy desire, a slow painful death that he remembered everything before he was finally killed off. Miho did not watch the man do the final kill even though her ears heard it all the crack of bones, the cry of pain erupting from the main called Viktor and the verdict that the purple man had said. Miho noticed that most of the charges he was laying out to Viktor was all related to his woman, it was then she put two and two together and realised it was Dixie that was his leading lady. It had explained so much at once he was so furious and violent and while even his friend tried to ease him up and the crowds begged him to give mercy to Viktor he did not relent. Miho may have had the body of a weapon but she did not like violence or killing for the pleasure of it. She also sought a different sort of means on silencing the enemy. Killing was a last resort choice for Miho and she was taught this in her martial arts and continued this philosophy all her life. Once Viktor was silent, Miho knew it had ended and turned her head to see the couple, her eyes trailing down to the dead body on the floor, again the club had a very fitting name for what had just occurred in front of all the staff and returning patrons. Looking at some of the shocked faces, some of the women sobbing onto the men, a deathly silence that now held in the large club, Miho let out a soft sigh and folded her arms. How many more incidents had to go on in this club before there was peace, how many more headliners would be released to the media to twist and manipulate what really happened tonight. “Oh seems the Russian finally got what he deserved for intruding on DC” a familiar Romanian accent whispered slowly behind her, spinning on her feet Miho saw a sweaty but grinning from ear-to-ear Sabina. The money had been collected from every garter, her thong and top and was now wrapped in a rubber band (total of 2000 euros) and attached to one of the belts that held Sabina’s skirt up “Where are your gentlemen Sabina-san” Sabina burst out laughing before jerking towards the main entrance “It’s getting late for one of them, so he had to quickly leave, the other is still up in the private room…recovering” Sabina licked her bottom lip, an impish grin forming on her face. Miho giggled swatting her friend’s shoulder “And you left him up there?” “He paid me well, he’s a big boy he can look after himself” Sabina shrugged her bare shoulders and tied her back up into a high ponytail seeing the unconscious bodies of Viktor’s men watching the exchange occur between Dixie and that regular patron who also seemed to hang around the bar. Sabina did not see the kill but from his black attire being covered in the man’s blood, she knew it was him who delivered the final blow. Miho was silent beside her, her porcelain face returning to stare at the dead body, Sabina was used to seeing death it had loitered around her family and their business like some bad body odour, seeing someone dead or seeing someone get killed rather was nothing new or scary for Sabina but she worried about her Japanese friend, with her right gloved hand, she wrapped an arm around Miho and squeezed her shoulder, assuring her she was there beside her.

 

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iShatteredSanity: -What had happened was that Viktor had been brutally killed by the knees and the hands of Demetrios. One could think that Demetrios had asked Dix about killing Viktor in case that he wanted to be guilt free, the truth though was far from that. Long story short, she was not biased against him. The last thing that Demetrios wanted was to make Dix feel guilty over her decision. The crowd indeed grew sick after what had happened and some of them even threw up, but there were others who just stood there and watched. Whispers and murmurs began to fill the club about what had just happened, yet nobody spoke out loud. The few bouncers who had helped Demetrios and Alexandros were the ones who knew that Demetrios was actually the owner. But Demetrios did not care at all, he was focused only in one person, Dix, that raven hair Aussie girl that he loved. He had asked her a question earlier and he waited to listen to her response. While waiting he thought of many things, like Dix leaving, Dix getting sick of him or even calling him a murderer. Well, not that they were wrong, but… Yeah. Truth to be told he did not expect her answer, “If you ever think you are on your own, you will never be alone, I’ll stand by you. Even in your darkest hour, I won’t let nobody hurt you, I’ll stand by you.”, so when she spoke those words and stroked his check with her thumb, he could not help himself but shed a tear along with her. Then he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in a warm embrace and not wanting to let go of her.- [Demetrios.] “Thank you Dix, thank you so much.” –He said and kissed her forehead. Alexandros who was sitting at the bar had finally turned around and looked at Demetrios holding Dix into his arms, smiling and nodding his head.- [Alexandros.] “I am not a fan of Disney films, but here we have the beauty and the beast.” –He said and flipped Demetrios while chuckling, but Demetrios did not care; only a smirk made its appearance on his facial expressions and that was all. And all of a sudden, there was one person who had not appeared at all that night; Helena. She left her office and appeared at the bar, looking at everyone in the scene before looking at the bouncers.- [Helena.] “This place will reek. Take the garbage outside.” –The bouncer nodded and Helena walked towards Viktor’s corpse, looking at him with disgust.- “I had suffered in your hands, but no more. I am now free. I hope you burn in the deepest pit of hell.” –And just like that she left the scene, signalling the DJ to start the music again as she headed back to her office. The bouncers used the back door of the bar to move the bodies outside and dump them in a dumpster for the time being. The DJ listened to the commands of the proxy and started the music again with a song that was actually very fitting. William Control – Deathclub (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffWrzlvkCvg ). And just like that, once the club was filled with music, the whispers stopped and everyone started swaying their bodies again, tired and exhausted from the night, but still able to move. As for Helena, once she entered the office, she collapsed on the ground and did not even try to make a move to stand, she only mumbled a few words.- [Helena.] “I am free now, yes, I am free. I am free. I am free