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Maru quietly pressed against the back door of the nightclub before wandering toward the form of the bartender. "...Hi," he said awkwardly, brushing aside a strand of neon-green. His form was slight and he didn't seem like much, suggesting his age barely stretched over the realm of nineteen. He bore the mark of L'odieux just under his toned little navel and was assorted with wicked and various tattoos and markings that extended like beautiful paintings along his arms and his petite waist. One in particular was a circle of black roses and writing in a very lost language that wrapped around his stomach. Either way, he was an abnormality and that was more than apparant in his inhumanly green eyes that resonated with some inner warmth.

Four horns poked out of his head and formed like a crown. The horns were of a snow-white colour that matched his lovely, almost transluscent skin. His body was a flawless effigy of some accursed angel, though he carried himself like a typical punk off the streets of Nilfheim. Maru's expressionless eyes seemed to brighten as he realized his surroundings where he calmly inquired, "...I was wondering if I could apply here," he managed, finally seeking the courage to ask. "...I... didn't see a help wanted sign or anything like that outside... but... I was wondering if... you know, maybe you had something available." He leaned across and managed, "I know this is neutral ground... and... most people find my markings and my horns exotic... and forget that I'm tainted..." he said softly to the man, desperation was slowly flooding those irises.

"...I'll take anything you have," he said, straightening the form of his tight black turtle-neck which was cut so only about five inches of material was exposed over his torso, the rest was a delicate curve of snow white held together by black suspenders with little skull prints. Typical Nilfheim punk. "...And uh.. I'll do anything... if... it means you'll let me..." he uttered, the desperation slowly taking to inhuman fear.

Dominic stepped into the mostly empty bar, looking around briefly at the other patrons, his mind flashing the word Drunks. HE walked toward the bar and took a seat, giving the word no more thought, who was he to judge anyway. He was impure and ontop of that he was unemployed. He'd thought about asking for a part-time job but decided he'd check the place out first. His hand slipped over the cold sheathe of his katana and he smirked absent mindedly. He could probably handle a job as a bouncer, but would regret not being able to use his blade.

He rapped his knuckles against the counter-top, the loud noise penetrating the otherwise quiet bar. He then waited for the bar-tender to notice him and tend to his alcohol related needs. As he waited he wondered if he would even be served here. The last bar he'd gone into refused to serve him because his eyes were so peculiar. His focus flicked to the sliding doors that probably hid the dance floor from view. A great place to fight, should he ever need to engage an enemy in this place.

Hayat stepped slowly down the steps of the brick hobble entrance. Too long had he gone without a drink, without speaking for that matter. came within sight of the bar. There, a few patrons sat with empty glasses placed before them. One, a man he had seen walk in earlier then himself, seemed to have been just as new to this place as Hayat. Haat watched him for a second, but glanced away without any more regard. He took a seat furthest away from most of the patrons. All he wanted was a drink..