2020.08.21 Blood on your face
| Blood on your face | |
|---|---|
| A fight at the blue ruin | |
| IC Date | August 20th, 2020 |
| IC Time | 1 am |
| Players | Jackson Rayah Cheshire Viviana Janson |
| Location | The Hive |
| Spheres | Wyrm, BSD |
The night is young, so Jackson puts out the word; it is time for a fight. Come one come all, down to the fighting pit of the Blue Ruin! As he stands over the pit dressed in a silver Gucci suit, with a gold Rolex glinting in the dim lights, as he points down into the hole with a snap of his fingers, the lights pouring down there. Two men down in there, both with baseball bats, seizing each other up one is a skinny white kid, and the other is an obese black man. Both have little to no teeth, and strings of hair, and that look of the drugs that own them."THIS FIGHT IS A RANK UP FIGHT! The winner will get his pick of the woman, and the loser well, he will be fucking dead!" As the words fall into the pit, as Jackson walks over to leap up into his seat, as he pats his lap looking right at Rayah, as he grins at the fight starting now. As he screams out into the room."FIGHT!"
Rayah peers down into the bit, a wicked smile on her lips and an excited gleam in her crystal blue eyes. She eyes the men in the pit, her head tilting very far to one side as she watches them sideways. She gives off a giggle of glee before she looks at Jackson. She cheers when she hears his words and when he pats his lap his doll is more than happy to oblige. She slides into his lap, sitting sideways so she can watch the show below.
Viviana steps into the area where the pit is. Her eyes adjust to the pit area, her hand nestled in Janson's. She then leans up to Janson and whispers something before eyeing the two with bats in their hands. Pulling Janson along she finds a seat and sits.
Janson had meandered into the Blue Ruin, finally, at the insistence of Viviana. Their path moved them into this fun sort of area instead of the main locale. "A fair bit of color to where you work, huh?" An arm winds around her waist as she leans to whisper. Then to plop into a chair with her.
Jackson looks over at Viviana, as he looks at the girl his hand is resting on the Doll's back, as he speaks softly not to bother those watching the fight."I fired, Goldie wanna be the manager?" His voice is cold, those silver eyes watching Vivana, turning his head now to watch the fight, business and pleasure it's a good fucking night. As he nods towards Janson, with a wicked little chuckle."Do enjoy the show, it'll be a good one I hope." His eyes watching the man for a moment, as he speaks once more."The Poison, owner of the bar, we will do it more formal after, enjoy!" With that he turns again, to watch the fight.
The fat man is raising his bat high into the air, as he is going to bring it down on the skinny white boy's almost pretty face. But that white boy is leaping backwards, as the bat slams into the stone, as it cracks a bit from the force of the blow, as he is running towards a wall kicking off of it, swinging the bat towards the knee. A cracking of bone and wood is heard with the sickening thwack sound. As he is grabbed by the back of the head by the black man, that puts face and wall together, a steady stream of blood, but the pain of the leg causes him to drop the victim. Both men are injured now, but the fight has a long way to go.
Cheshire wanders with a slink, keeping to himself his hood is pulled up between that and the face covering he wears over his lower face little can be seen of his burn scars or features.
Rayah has eyes only for the violence going on in the pit. She sits in Jackson's lap with wide eyes fixed on the two men fighting. When the first blood is spilled she cheers and lets out a giggle. She looks to Jackson and says "Always the small ones you have to watch out for."
Viviana digs into her bag and pulls out her flask of apple pie moonshine and taking a sip. She then hands it to Janson and fishes out the package of red vines just catching the crack of the bat. She lets out a loud yell "Oooh that's going to leave a mark!!" Once she finds the red vines she rips it open and devours one and sniffs "Oh the metallic smell of blood...fire is better but this will do"
Cheshire makes his way to Jacksons spot and leans over to peer down in the pit for a moment before looking at Jackson and Rayah and saying in a soft scratch of a voice "Nice turn out?" the once musical tones smokey and ruined.
Janson doesn't yank Viviana up into his lap as they get settled to watch the 'show'. A hand will find itself into her hair at least. "Yeah? Better than a matinee? Better than a baseball game? Blood and violence." He'll tease her as he slouches in his seat, watching the carnage unfold.
Jackson nods slowly towards Rayah as he whispers something to her, his hand is sliding along her side slowly, as he yanks her more into his body, as he watches the blood, and the carnage that is going to come soon. As his eyes have only the desire for bloodshed, the rest is just icing on his cake, as his teeth slowly dig into the neck of the girl on his lap, not breaking the skin to remind her he is there, as he grins wider crueler as he sees the next move coming. As his teeth come out of Rayah's neck, as he looks over at Cheshire with a wicked little smile “Hello Grining one, this is my good good friend Rayah. It is very lovely, turn out tonight. We are so happy you made it." With that his right hand points down into the pit, as he chuckles softly. ”Death is always fun, when it feeds my banes."
The skinny guy is stunned, as he swings wild too wild at the large man, it is a swing a mess strike two and your fucking out it seems. The large black man is grabbing the left arm, swinging the bat so much for lefty loose for this man. As he yanks the arm forward a crack of the bone can be heard, as the bat is dropped to the ground, lifting the man up with his broken arm, as he bites into the tender flesh of the neck, his teeth the few that remain all six of them in the front, into the neck tearing ripping, trying to find the tender meat. The largemouth is filling with blood, as he is spitting out parts of the flesh, as he is going back for more over and over, feeding himself on the glutton of the meat!
Rayah is so fixed on the fight she hardly notices anything else going on around her. She bites her lower lip before she looks to the side of her and says to the air "Isn't it delicious!? More could make new games here. So much fun to be had, my friend!" She then feels the bite upon her neck and she wiggles in Jackson's lap, leaning back against him and whispering softly into his ear.
Viviana tilts her head and nibbles on a red vine as the big guy starts eating the other guy. "Hmm he must be hungry" She tsks "Cannibalism dear children and is in fact frowned upon in most societies" Did she just quote Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Damn right she did. She then jumps from her seat and walks up to the pit as the man devours. "Is it just like chicken?"
"Not so much us....and humans taste more like pork." Janson is there to provide commentary and analysis for Viviana at his side. "I haven't done it yet. Never felt the need when Beef is on the menu most places." Her hair is ruffled back and forth behind her head with his fingers.
Cheshire nods his hooded head to Jackson and says softly "Very impressive, as well as entertaining. I can't wait to see what you've planned when you escalate "
Jackson beams at his dolly, pride in his eyes as he nods slowly as he waits now, with a little chuckle."Watch the walls, this is the fun bit." His voice is filled with religious zeal, and passion as he snaps his fingers towards the pit, directing all eyes in now.
The walls start to pulse, to surge forward something is coming, something hungry, something that needs flesh and blood, sin and vice. The banes of the pit are ready to feast, as the large man drops the body, dashing for the ladder, climbing quickly his mouth is stained crimson as he is running for his home, as Jackson pushes a button on his chair. The wall spinning quickly inside, many dead eyes watching the new winner, arrive as they are cheering, claping him on the back. Inside is a large room, bathrooms labeled on the wall, food, beds, it is a little living zone right now there are 6 people in there, as the wall spins back around.
But now the pit is moving quickly, the floor is rolling, the body is moving that skinny man is launched into the air, his crimson coated blood stained body, is there for a millisecond before, something grabs it yanking it through the left side of the pit, the blood at the bottom is sizzling louder and louder, as if it is melting as it is pulled down into the cold stone of the pit, everything is now clean as it was before the fight.
Viviana moves back to her seat and snuggles up to Janson, his hand in her hair. "Now just missing fire and big explosions" She reaches for the flask and takes a sip.
Janson's hand in Viviana's hair turns from gentle to strong, to turn her head towards him so he can snatch a kiss from her. Lip was bitten and then pulled hard away to deposit her shoulders against her seat back again. "We'll find something to blow up soon."
Cheshire Tilts his head at Rayah and says softly "Nice to meet you." before his own gaze is drawn back to the pit. Then there is talk of blowing things up and says "That makes more sense then stealing jewelry." there is humour and scorn in his rough soft voice.
Jackson slides to his feet slowly, as he pulls the Doll with him as he looks at each of them."Thank you for coming, drinks are on the house for family, also there is new things in the hookah. I enjoy Spiced Blood, and Melon Madness, one is red and spicy, and the other is yellow and tangy. I think you can figure it out, if no try them both, it is a marijuna with a little kick of something special. Get you ready for the after party, but I will take my little Dolly home, I think she wants some time with me." His voice is cold, as his silver eyes pass over the others, as he points at Viviana."You have done good things, I'm proud of you, and you have been good for my bar. I'm glad we know each other little Vivi." His voice is kind, as he reaches over to pat her head much like a father, as he starts to make his way out of the door, as he waves at Cheshire and over at Janson, as he tugs the girl with him.
