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PQ and Retrostacja Captain
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 Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:03 am
Aekea was once a growing industrious town, showing much more promise culturally, and economically. The last Market crash left the Aekea in debt, forcing it's most prominent members to sell the rights of the property to Omnidrink Corp. Once obtained, the global conglomerate turned the potential mecha into a refinery, manufacturing brand name merchandise at an aggressive pace. Before too long, the automobiles, the housing commission, and even the furniture Faktori were all run by Omnidrink.
Many protested against this monopoly of industry, petitioning against it's unscrupulous business practices, its morally obtuse justification of the pollution of Baasken Lake, as well as the declining rate in air purity. Anyone that stood up to the giant was bought, or murdered.
Omnidrink then lay siege to the mechanical civil rights act, accusing mechanically altered Gaians, Zurg, as well as neighboring Orcs of being menaces to modern society. A bill was unanimously passed, known as the Sub-Humanoid Control Act, where any non elf, human, or vampire would be registered, and relocated to the New District of employee resources, where they would live and work in the factories, producing Omnidrink products. In an effort to keep a controlled morale over it's 'employees', Omnidrink allowed a limited amount of luxuries, including a Tavern, Sponsored by Omnidrink, a housing complex, sponsored by Omnidrink, and various products, ranging from hygene, to alcohol and cigarettes, all made by Omnidrink.
A Menacing hospital resides to the north of Aekea. Once known for being one of the best hospitals in all of Gaia, it was bought out and renovated by Omnidrink, turning it into an Asylum for the chronically ill. Many Aekeans speculate that testing for future products are done here for pharmaceuticals, cosmetics, as well as unofficial government projects...
(Introduction written by Ash Badguy Faust, whose theme was chosen for the roleplay.)
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 2:10 pm
I was told a million times of all the people in my way Inside the Blow Torch, Aekea's closest thing to bar..."And now our very own, Ash Faust," bellowed the jovial bartender as he left the microphone to tend to customers at the bar. Tuesday, the only night of the week Ash bothered to clean up his boots, comb his hair out of his face and smell like something other than metal. He warmly patted the guitar player on the back as he took the stage, gripping the mic stand and smiling at the crowd. He licked his lips and whispered the song to the band, winking at a few of the bar flies that bought him drinks the week before. "Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance always have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have own,"Several cheers from the crowd came after he started singing. I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
And I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But still is there because he's a victim of the times,"Man in Blackhow I had to keep on trying and get better ev'ry day
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PQ and Retrostacja Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:49 pm
As the music reached the bar, those around her turned to face the singer. Her companions flanking either side of her however did not flinch or recognize the empathetic tune. One faced the opposite side of the tavern while the other kept an eye on the door. Eyes scanning, they looked more like moving statues instead of people. Dried mud smeared their skin from head to toe; they would all rather use it instead of OmniDrink's suntan lotion. Their faces were masked with torn and discarded Aekean flags with splashes of oil and blood decorating the desecrated symbol of pride. Screwdrivers decorated their hair as if they had replaced the Zenese hair sticks but instead of tranquility they projected a much more macabre image.
The cyborg that sat between the two of them, however, was paying quite an amount of attention to the man who was singing. Good old Ash, she thought as she turned on her stool. Patched up hat lowered over her static screen reduced the chance that she would be known instantly. But even in her dusty and ragged black jacket and torn jeans her confidence projected enough to make the hat tilt pointless. People knew who she was with just a glance; this was exactly what she wanted as long as they thought twice about looking again.
Retrostacja sat dutifully at PQ's feet, equally as dusty as both his owner and her bodyguards. He hadn't lost any of his goofy charm but it was obvious that he was much more observant than before.
The Blow Torch was one of few places where someone could feel almost comfortable. The drinks, furniture and music equipment had all been OmniDrink when it was first opened. But after a few months many of the chairs, drinks and speakers had been replaced with those donated by the public. PQ came here often because this was where things happened, and she wanted to be one of the first to hear them. As Ash's voice faded with the last note, she lifted her gloved hands in applause.
He made her crave the spotlight again. Her fingers yearned to press the cool ivory of a piano key and feel the note course through her body. But for now she was content with giving the applause.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:34 pm
The door to 'The Blow Torch' creaked open. Someone stood in the doorway at a height of about 5'6'', and seemed to have a rather childlike appeal to him. Draped in his casual attire of a black&white slim-fit short sleeve and blue vest with a regal look over top, long black jean; checkered on one leg for Aekea pride, and two chains hung from both sides of his white belt.
Slowly moving in from the door, a fluffy tail of silver stuck out from behind him, and so did his long ears from under his scruff long black hair, dyed blue in the front. A number of Orcs entered in after him, and they seemed to all gather at a corner booth. The Orcs themselves were quite noisy and full of fuse while the peculiar odd on out kept quite. He looked over drawings for his next concept artwork, his ideas, and sketches. As the waitress arrived at the table, he shoved it away, then politely asked for a 'Cream Soda' if they had any. It was his preferred beverage after all.
The rowdy Orcs that accompanied him seemed to find the music playing distasteful, and made obnoxious noise when the song had ended. Not wanting to make a scene, the boy tried to settle the Orcs down, but all attempts were useless. So he sunk down in the booth, and patiently awaited for his order to return.
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PQ and Retrostacja Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 11:01 pm
As she applauded, her praise was muffled by the noise of some rather rude orcs. It figured that they wouldn't know good music when they heard it. In her time spent with orcs she learned many things, but their taste of music never quite made sense to her.
Turning in her stool once more, she raised her long drag to her static. Almost by magic she inhaled and exhaled, smoke billowing from invisible lips. Even without a face she could never kick her smoking habit.
Hidden eyes scanning the rowdy crew, she looked to see which one Ash would probably harass first. With a simple diagnostic run she saw that they could possibly be members of one of the infamous Orc fight clubs. In times like these it was entertainment that sated the rage in the oppressed and released the fury of those who have lost so much.
Instantly her gaze fell to the odd man out. Her interest was piqued. Instead of joining in on the jeering he tried to calm them down. Was he afraid of a fight or did he simply not like the noise. What was a lycanthrope doing with an orc fight club, exactly? Questions.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 11:31 pm
I was told a million times of all the people in my way "Thank you ladies and gentleman, thank you very much. This next song is a tribute, to the shining beacon of industry that is Omnidrink," he said with a heavily sarcastic tone. "If you guys know the words, please sing along," "Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Ev'rybody says it's just like Rock and Roll
I move like a cat, charge like a ram
Sting like a bee, babe I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your boy, your 20th century toy,"T-rex 20th century boyhow I had to keep on trying and get better ev'ry day
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:57 am
A purple haired woman entered the bar looking like she stepped out from a chase. She was tired and needed to cool off. What better place than a bar? Music and a drink, who can ask for anything better? Okay, there were some personal preferences but she didn't care right now.
To everyone else in the room, she looked like a Durmite. Not by color but by style of dress. A little more skin than what an Aekean would wear on any given day. It might have gotten her some raised brows or even some glares. To be honest, she wasn't really in the mood for a fight. Not after that run, she wasn't any good at running in smog without a mask.
As she waited for the drink to come around, she tapped her fingers to the beat of the music. Music was limited with Omnidrink around on the radio. At least Aekea still had its independent musicians.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:29 pm
As the women with purple hair barged into the bar, panting like a winded old dog. The boy gazed at her, her style resembled that of Durem, which he admired, but as to why she was here he wanted to know. Holding his curiosity in, he failed to notice that the Orcs have settled down, and were all listening to the music.
The waitress soon returned with a frothy cream soda that was quite delicious to his taste buds. He placed the mug down, and looked up at the man singing. After a few moments, he saw a tiger tail swish out from behind him. Eyes growing wider, he gently tapped on on of the Orcs and pointed it out. Accidentally causing them to become obnoxious again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:27 pm
As the orcs drowned out the music, the woman could only sigh with annoyance. Really? Could they be any louder? She wondered.
The waitress came by and handed her the orange Italian soda that she ordered. Not really wanting to dry herself out with any alcohol, this was the next best thing. Ah, the refreshing crisp taste of the drink made her shiver a little. It's been a while since she had one anyways.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:29 pm
As Ash's voice faded away for the second time, she yet again met it with applause. She remembered their short time in Ash and the Bowler Babes rather fondly. His voice brought a semblance of normality.
Before she knew it, PQ was walking towards the stage, only after motioning for her bodyguards to keep an eye out on the orcs. Slipping the jacket off her shoulders, her metallic skin shimmered in the dim lighting. With each step her hips seemed to caress every fiber that hugged them and her ebony tanktop lifted just enough to let the jewelry in her navel sparkle. When she had the jacket on her body was androgynous, but without it PQ was most certainly of the female variety.
She had seen the lycanthrope point Ash out and she wasn't sure of the intent. The Blow Torch was on her territory and she didn't want to have to pull that card, but if it got out of hand she would have to. Not that she planned on it heading that way, but better cover all bases.
Once she stepped onto the stage, PQ saw an old friend trying to catch her second wind. It was odd that she was here, considering her being exiled. And as far as PQ knew that hadn't been lifted. Briefly she raised a hand in greeting.
Looking down at Ash, she spoke with a smile in her voice. "Hey stranger, mind if I do a little tune of my own? You made me remember why I loved the stage."
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PQ and Retrostacja Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:40 pm
The purple haired woman replied back to the cyborg with devil horns (this thing: m/ ) and a head bang. Not particularly common for her to do that but yeah, she wasn't exactly welcomed in Aekea straight on. With different personas, she could slip in and out of the usual watch of the guards. This was simply one of those disguises.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 4:08 pm
I was told a million times of all the people in my way The song had finished and Ash had taken a bow before clapping himself for the musicians. "Thank you every body, good night," he hopped off the front of the stage, and made his way strait for the bar. As he ordered his drink he shook hands and got hugs from many of the bars patrons, before he received his drink. he leaned on the bar, sipping a dark liquid in a triple shot glass as he watched the next performer take the stage. A familiar glow caught his eye. He looked and saw the poster child for the mechanical children herself. Ash strode over and pulled up a chair to the table. " You're a sight for sore eyes. How ya been pook?" how I had to keep on trying and get better ev'ry day
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PQ and Retrostacja Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:24 pm
" Pook?" She asked with a laugh, pulling out the beaten but well tuned piano and the stool. " Didn't think OmniDrink allowed pet names." Whispering to the band the name of the song, most of them tipped their hats and headed to bar. Only the violinist and a percussionist armed with a triangle stayed. " You made me want to sing. I enjoyed your performance. Although the orcs over there seemed to think otherwise." She hitched her thumb in their general direction as she sat down, absently dusting off her pants (as if a light brush could dislodge the dust on her clothes). " They have a lycanthrope in their posse. Why don't you strike up a conversation while I perform? We can catch up afterwards. This won't take long, promise." After finding the right fingering on the piano, she addressed the Blow Torch. Who was listening was a mystery but hey, can't forget manners. " Ladies and Gentlemen, this is called Extraordinary Machine." Her voice was haunting simply because the fact that she still held the static in every note. She was no Ash, but there was a sultry huskiness and accuracy to her voice that could only be done with proper vocal training. I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes
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I certainly haven't been spreading myself around
I still only travel by foot and by foot, it's a slow climb,
But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so
I can't stop changing all the time..Extraordinary Machine
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 7:28 pm
I was told a million times of all the people in my way Ash nodded and smiled, sipping his drink as he swaggered over to the table where the motley orcs were sitting. "Hey there, glad you guys could come this evening," Ash pulled up a chair next to the biggest of the bunch and spoke with a very hospitable tone. he positioned himself so he could face forward to the stage and propped his leg up on an empty table near them. how I had to keep on trying and get better ev'ry day
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 12:04 pm
She bobbed her head slightly along with the tune of song. To be honest, the woman never heard the cyborg perform in person. The music wasn't her usual preference but hey, it was catchy. She liked catchy tunes as long as it didn't drive her over the edge.
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