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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 11:29 am
The Eight Ball is a dimly lit building on the corner of Bayville mainstreet, very near the mansion. Its almost like a club for teens. It has a billiard hall, a room for card playing (gambling is not allowed, though) and even a soda bar, complete with kegs of Coke.
Many kids come here due to the atmosphere- its just like a bar, though it is apropriate for kids. Pierre is included in "many kids." He enjoys coming and dominating on the card games. Nowadays, the place is often empty- people don't feel safe there with the mutants around.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 11:33 am
Pierre slammed the door behind him as he entered The Eight Ball, startling the bartender.
"Hey, kid, cool it." he said gruffly, wiping down the dusty bar. Pierre ignored him and headed straight to the pool table, where he broke the pre-set ball triangle glumly.
Thoughts of Jean filled his mind as he knocked the cue ball off the table accidently. Angrily, he put it back on- the bartender watching him.
After all, what else was there to do? Pierre was his only customer. Maybe if he was lucky, the kid would buy a Coke or two.
"Hey, kid, you look stressed. And nothing will relax you like a-" he began until he was interupted gruffly by an angered Cajun teen.
"Shut up." the boy grumbled, knocking a 5-ball into one of the pockets. But, unlike usual, there was no bragging. There was just silence as Pierre began to aim for the other balls.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 12:30 pm
Calley opened the door and slipped carefully inside, tugging up the high back of her neckline to hide the plates on her back. Padding past the bar, she took a seat where she could watch another mutant - Pierre, was it? - shooting pool on his own. She toyed idly with a pack of cigarettes, unsure whether or not to light up. She hadn't seen a No Smoking sign, but she could have easily missed it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 1:12 pm
Bishop opened the door to "The Eight Ball ", made his way to the bar counter.Taking a seat at the bar,he reached in his pockets and pulled out a lighter.Bishop noticed-Calley at the bar playing with a box a cigarettes,he walked over and said"Hey,Calley Need a light ?."
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 5:11 pm
Cal looked up at Bishop and shook her head. "No thanks, I've already got one." She withdrew a silver lighter engraved with KWO and lit her cigarette. Adding as she blew a smoke ring into the air, she said "Call me Cal."
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 5:56 pm
Bishop walked away,he moved towards the bar and said "Give me a drink on the rock".
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 5:56 pm
As Pierre rubbed the end of his pool stick with one of those blue cubes- he still had no idea what they were called- he noticed Bishop and a girl, who said her name was Cal. He tried to ignore them, tried to pretend he was still upset. He had moved on awhile ago, but he thought that he should pretend to be mad for awhile longer to seem more like a drifter in a bar.
Looking back down at the pool table, he realized he had almost sunk all the balls. As he finished off, he decided to speak to Bishop and "Cal"
"Hey..." he called coldly, gesturing towards the mutants.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 6:13 pm
Cal looked up as she exhaled a last bit of smoke and lowered her cigarette to gauge Pierre. She didn't sense any true hostility. She propped her smoke on the ash tray on the table. "Monsieur Pierre LeBeau, yes?" she asked him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 6:22 pm
Bishop stood still like a rock it was as if he had zoned out until he heard Pierre voice mutter a word to him,he awoke from his slight daydream.He then said. "Hello Pierre its strange to see you here with out any girls".Bishop waited for Pierre's reply.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 6:08 pm
((Good job Bishop... I see my lessons are not in vain. You are still missing afew periods. Just remember, periods end statements. Also, put a space after every period before starting the next sentence.))
Glancing up at Cal, Pierre sighed.
"No need to be so formal." he muttered as he began to put the balls back in formation.
When he heard Bishop's comment, a smile began to form- but once Pierre noticed it, he changed it to a frown. He didn't reply, but instead finished off his Coke and headed to a card table to play some Solitare.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 6:18 pm
Cal rose, tipped an imaginary hat to Bishop, and limped over to where Pierre had seated himself. "Don't look so lonely," she said with a good mimic of a Cajun accent, and she sat down across from him and tapped powdery white ash into her empty Coke can. "Want a partner?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 4:42 am
Pierre growled in frustration and left the bar angrily. He was heading back to the mansion- having forgot all about the wedding.
When he arrived and saw the reception still going on, he sighed. He couldn't try to leave once he arrived!
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:00 am
Cal gave a little "Hmm" of disappointment, took one last drag with her cigarette, and crushed it. "Later, Bishop," she told the man as she passed, going home to outfit her room to her taste.
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