Fenris bar/club hidden away in the Bronx. [WOLVES ONLY] |
HamnAug 16, 2012 6:01 PM
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| "Ahhh, yeah. Perfect," Ridley says, kicking back his feet and relaxing. |
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| Nickle walks into the club carrying the note he recieved. His eyes shift left and right to spy the sender and to watch his back. Even though he was a low ranked wolf, not even a real threat to any sort of command, there were others who would likely take advantage of him. He goes up to the bar, taking a seat at one of the stools, and asks for a drink. "I'll have whiskey, just one glass please. I don't want to stay too long..." "You sure yer old enough kid?" "You're kidding me right? I'm in the right place am I?" "Sure guy..." he pours a glass of whiskey and proceeds to slide it over to Nick. |
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| "Ohhh, mmm, is there anything we can get for you Mr. Ridley?" asked the girls he was surrounded by. "Nah, I'm good ladies. Please, call me Allan," he said, and started sniffing. "New scent in my club, wonder who that could be," Ridley said, his glare sharpening and focusing in on the kid at the bar. He got up somewhat quickly, keeping his piercing glare on the back of the kid's head. "Hey, you!" he shouted, followed by a whistle. "Do I know you, kid? I can tell you're one of us, but I have a feeling you're here for somethin' else.. catch my drift..?" |
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| Getting a feeling that he was being called for, Nick turns to the owner of the voice and whistle. Smile on his face and the drink in his hand, he nodded, "I catch on fast... I'm supposed to meet someone here." |
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| "Is that so," Ridley grinned. "And who might this person be. Maybe I can help you out, some.." he said, walking over to the bar and sitting down on one of the stools. |
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| Setting the glass down on a coaster, he pulls out a note from his jacket pocket. Meet me at the Den, it's urgent... come alone. "I found this note... it was left under my door." He carefully unfolds it. "Saying to meet someone here. It's not signed." He folds the paper up again, placing it in the back pocket of his pants. He picks up the drink and downs the liquor inside, letting out a satisfied exhale. |
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| "Heh, well I do have someone coming by later on. Maybe that's her, or maybe I just don't know who you're talking about at all. You're not one of my pack.. what are you, Inugami? Augustus?" he asked. |
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| Nickle relunctanly replied, "Augustine." He pulled out his wallet from his other back pocket and pulled out a ten for the drink and a few bills for the bartender so that perhaps he would remember if ever he were to pass this way again. |
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| Ridley placed his hand down on the money and slid it back to the kid. "Don't worry about that, it's on the house," Ridley said. "I should get going, but I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Allan Ridley. Please, call me Allan. I'm the leader of the Fenris pack. All wolves are welcome in my club. Do enjoy yourself while you're here, friend," he said, getting up and walking away, into his back rooms. |
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| Nickle stares after the wolf, Allan, as he walks away. He then looked back to his empty cup, two little entities inside him struggling for decision rights. One called his common sense... the other called impulse desire. Guess who won? "Hey Bartender! Another glass!" |
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| Sitting back down next to the kid after about half an hour in the back room, Ridley grinned at him. "Enjoying yourself, I see," he said, motioning the bartender to get him some liquor. He proceeded to taking out a cigarette and lit it. "Sorry for the smoke.. I use it to hide unwanted scents in the Den. We have some.. people.. that come here to get away from some things," Ridley stated, puffing out cloud of smoke. "I hadn't asked for your name yet, kid. So, what is it," he asked. |
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| "Nickle'smy name." He slurrs his speech only slightly. He finishes his second glass. He turned to face him again, "Back so soon? What kind of people?" |
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| "Nickle, then. Hm, I suppose your friends call you Nick then, huh? Hahaaa," he cackled. "Yeah, I had to make an important phone call concerning who you're supposed to be meeting, here. Seems no one knows, nor has anyone set up any kind of arrangement. Whoever it is, is really secretive. I'd like to know for myself, as well. If you'll excuse me for a couple hours, I must be heading out for awhile," Ridley states as he gets up and exits the building. |
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| "Alright then... and thank you!" he calls after Allan. |
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| By his fifth drink, Nick had his head resting in his folded arms, his mop of auburn hair a tangled mess as always. |
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| It took Serina a few hours to finally reach The Den and she was incredibly surprised when she did. The wolves at the door knew her scent made her to be one of them so they didn't bar her way. They did, however, smirk at the dress she was wearing. She moved down to the main floor looking for the Alpha, perhaps the barkeep would know about him. As she made her way over, she noticed a boy sleeping at the bar. A pup who couldn't hold his liquor? Serina chuckled. "Barkeep, I'm looking for the Alpha of Fenris." "Ah, so you must be the new one he was waiting for. He left, hours ago." She growled in annoyance, she made her alpha wait, then showed up when he left... Serina was probably in for a shouting. "Could you deal with this pup, he had five whiskeys and it's put him right to sleep." She looked at him in askance. "Why do you want me to do this?" She question. The Barkeep shrugged. "You are both strangers to me, you should look out for one another." Serina rolled her eyes and got in front of the boy so she could carry him on her back. Kindness was something she had received today in great amounts, even if it made her ribs itch, she could carry him to her room. |
| Nick grumbled in his sleep, only a light murmur of incoherent words as his form was being lifted and positioned. |
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| She was out of breath when she reached the top of the stairs. She realised how she should be taking it easy. She moved into the room that was empty, she figured was the temporary one she had been assigned since she came to the city. Apparently a lot of building were owned by vampires, living in one could be risky so she was to be allocated a room. She plopped the drunk werewolf gently onto the bed and sat on the couch that was oddly enough in the same room as the bed. She reclined putting down her remnants of a coat. She unwrapped the gun and looked at it, inspecting every detail of the brilliant silver weapon. How many of her kind... no her Pack had this gun killed? |
| Nickle startled awake by the force of his body hitting the bed, he exhaled a breath which smelled like alcohol. Staring at the ceiling he came to a stunning conclusion... "Hey... Thisssnt my... roof." |
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| Walking back into the club with two ladies under his arms, Ridley was telling them stories of glory.. or something like that, trying to impress them. The bartender motioned him over, only to inform him that his guest had stopped by and took the young one up into the rooms above. After departing with the women of the night, he began making his way up the stairs that led to the above rooms that Ridley uses for people in hiding. He knocked on one of the doors.. the one that the two wolves had reclined to. |
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| Serina chuckled as the werewolf on her bed stated something blindly obvious. She walked towards him, standing above him so he could see her face and her long silver hair. "No it's my room, and you should..." Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She straightened up and smoothed out her dress, tucking the pendant in her dress, in the middle of her chest. She answered the door and her nose twitched, she knew immediately who he was. Serina opened the door wide so he could come in before going to one knee. "I am Serina Silver, Daughter of Gauralt Silver a former Alpha, I am your new Gamma by way of combat." She said with her head lowered. |
| Zarkly finally made it to the club that he wanted to attend. After the even at Time Square, he had been doing nothing and so he decided to come here which was a club only for wolves. Once he entered the club, he stopped by at the bar, asking the bartender a glass of water. He wasn't really in the mood about drinking any liquor. He drank his water as he sat down on a chair, watching people dance and such. "Hmm." Sniffing the air, he was glad to have smelled another pack member, it was quite familiar. "Ah, so Nick is here." |
| "HA! So formal! I'm flattered, but please! No need for such formality! You'll find I'm a very laid back guy," Ridley cackled. "Now, I'm sorry I kept you busy.. but there was a certain errand I had to run. Didn't hurt that I came back with a few hookers, but hey.. I'ma guy. Now, I see you've taken to helping our young friend here. He said he was waiting for someone. That someone isn't you, is it? In fact, that certain someone had left an unsigned note at the base of his door, so he said.." |
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| His eyes stare at the woman and her twin image beside her, and blurted out as she moved away from his vision. "You guyss don't look like gamma.... *hick* but then... the pack doessn't come t'gether verry often..." His head wanted to follow her but he could not seem to coordinate. |
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| "Hey hey, hold on there buddy. Looks like you took what I said to heart, my friend. A little too much to drink," Ridley grinned. |
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| Defeated, Nickle's head thudded back on the mattress. |
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| Serina looked up then stood up. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I was raised in such a fashion, had I not shown the proper respect, I'm sure my father would have beaten me.... and thrown me off another freaking mountain!" She said the last part under her breath with a crazy look in her eyes. Even 74 years later and she still hadn't gotten over that incident. "And it is my fault, I was detained in Times square by some hunters... I'm afraid..." Serina's words seemed to start coming out slower and slowers as she put a hand to her head. "They got... the better of me at the time..." She slumped forward, falling unconscious as she had pushed her body to hard before it had fully recovered. Her bruises were still visible on her legs and arms. |
| After finishing the glass of water, he set down and nodded his head at the bartender as he made his way to the floor above. He began to climb the stairs which led to the next floor with the rooms. He followed the scent of Nick, knowing which room he stayed in. Once he was in front of the door, he raised his fist as he knocked in a respectful volume. "Nick, are you there?" He said, loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door. |
| "Oh!" His head shot up again and this time he leveraged himself into a sitting position. "I know who that is!" |
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| Taking Serina by the arm, Ridley took her over to the bed and laid her down. "Alright, Nickie, let's find out who your friend is," he said, walking to the door and opening it. |
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| Zarkly continued to knock on the door, waiting for him to open up, but he knew that there were also other werewolves inside the room. He let out a sigh, not wanting to just barge rudely in and so he kept knocking. "Ugh.. Nick.." He said, finally seeing the door open by someone else, though, he was friendly. "Ah.. Well, hello there.. I don't know what you guys are doing there together, but I came for my friend, Nick." He said politely to the male who opened the door. |
| Sitting on the edge of the bed, feet pulled in like a butterfly, with a drunken smile he waved at his Beta, "Heyo," |
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| "So, you're the one who's been wanting to see him? Well, he's right there. Don't let me stop you, but one of my pack is lying on the bed. Try not to disturb her, I'm goin' to get a drink," he said, walking down the stairs. |
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| "Yes, I am that person." Zarkly answered back, a kind smile was shown on his face. He then entered the room while looking at the other wolf which was a female. He switched his gaze over to Nick. "Ah.. You guys were having a three-some?" He asked jokingly, laughing afterwards. "Anyway, I was looking for you earlier, but I couldn't find you. Something interesting happened earlier and you missed out, Hunters came out and we had some fun actions. You could have fought too and get better at it, you know." |
| "I wish I was getting some.." Nickle mumbled. Then he tilted his head, "Hunters? I must have whiskey in my ears... you said hunters??" his head was clearing up slightly but soon to be replaced with an enormous headache. |
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| Zarkly sat down on a chair as he spoke to Nick. "Yes, hunters. You know, the humans who are hunting for us; creatures of the night." He sat back, laying his back against the chair. "Well, yeah, we had some action with them, it wasn't much since they weren't really the skilled Hunters." |
| "Yeah, but they don't hunt us.. at least not like that. They do that with the other wolves." His drunken face became serious as an inhebriated person can get while coming down from a hard buzz. "What do you think we should do? If they targeted the pack do you think they know about the church funds..?" |
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| Zarkly scratched the back of his head as he looked at Nick. "Well, I was thinking of that earlier. Attacking them or not, but I did so anyway." Now, he thought about his questions that came out from him. "Hmm, well, I'm not too sure if they know about the church funds. Don't worry about it though." Another bright smile appearing on his face as he patted Nick's shoulder. |
| "Mmkay..." his hand went his head, as a headache ensued. How quickly he had forgotten how miserable it is to be awake while gaining a hangover. |
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| Zarkly sighed quietly to himself while observing Nick, from what it looked like, Nick was probably drinking again. "Are you alright? You're drinking again, I could smell the liquor from you. Oh well." He stretched out his arms, thinking of something to do. "Hm, do you want to do something? There's not much to do at the moment." |
| "I like to drink... just as much as I hate drinking." Nick eyed him, "Well there is always watching the lovely ladies down stairs but I wont move till the room stops spinning.." |
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| Zarkly just sat there, looking at Nick. "Well, I'll wait for you, I guess." Picking up the ladies was always fun. His eyes traveled over to the female wolf that was laying down as well. "Hm, I remember her. I saw her down at Time Square with the other little kid wolf and vampires, but it was quite entertaining to watch them gather around. How'd you end up with her?" He asked Nick, just being curious. |
| "She's with me," Ridley said, following with a hiccup. He was leaning at the doorway, having opened it quietly a few moments earlier. "I was just.. checking up on you.. guys. She's part of my," he was interrupted by another hiccup, "pack.." |
HamnAug 15, 2012 8:20 PM
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| Zarkly heard the same voice earlier, he turned around to look over at the doorway, only to find the same man who opened the door for him. Zarkly gave a small nod at the man. "Ah, I see. She's part of your pack.." He thought about something for a second then bursting his questions out for him to answer. "Well, if it's alright to ask, who are you? And what pack are you guys from exactly?" Zarkly haven't really been involved with the other packs of werewolves thus leaving him clueless. |
| Ridley's head was spinning, and he looked tipsy. "My name is Allan Ridley," he said, hardly able to pronounce anything correctly. "This Den belongs to yours truly, the Alpha of the Fenris pack. Of course, all wolves from near and far are welcome here in the Bronx. Let me tell you though, before you go getting the wrong idea," he continued. "I am a bloodthirsty, sadistic psychopath of a wolf. I don't stop until they're all dead and butchered to a bloody pulp," he said as his voice got serious.. and then back to a grin that was backed by alcohol. "HA! But don't let me scare you, I didn't want you getting the wrong impression like I'm some nice guy or anything. Your fellow wolves. You aren't traitors, and you haven't done anything wrong, so you're square with me and deserve hospitality. I can't say the same for those vampire guys, though.." |
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| "Ah, I see. Allan Ridley and the Fenris pack, I'll surely remember that." Zarkly continued to focus his apricot eyes on the man named Allan Ridley, now he knew who he was. He had actually heard of that name before, but not remembering when. He listened carefully, catching each words that came out from Allan. After letting Allan speak, Zarkly spoke back with a soft smile on his face. "Ha, that's nice to hear. I knew there was something more about you, not just a friendly face. I like that." He gave a small chuckle as he now thought about the vampires. "Eh, the vampires shouldn't be here, they would be making a mistake if they did." He said, stretching his back while glancing over at Nick to check if he was alright. |
| "Mistake? You're damn right. They'd be making a grave mistake. Unless they want to be brutal slaughtered by a sadistic werewolf and a good chunk of his pack, they'll stay clear of this area. It's the den, you know," he said, grinning. |
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| "Yes, you're right." Zarkly nodded his head in agreement with Allan. "It'd be a grave mistake, it's the den of course. Although, earlier, they were teaming up with the wolves, at least that's how I saw it." He said quietly, but loud enough for Allan to hear. |
| "TRAITOROUS DOGS!", Ridley shouted, slamming his fist into the wall. "Those who side with vampires are nothing to me. It's one thing to hold an uneasy truce, but to side with a vampire is blasphemy," he continued. |
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