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Post by Azalea on Apr 15, 2016 1:15:50 GMT -5
VossShe shouldn't be out here. Nope. Not at all, but she was. That was what that hospital got for not putting a guard in front of her room, someone that knew of her current state and knew that the Alpha had to stay put. Sadly, even though the Alpha knew that she needed to stay put, she wasn't going too. She had been in the same hospital room for a goddamn week. A week! That was completely and utterly ridiculous. Of course she got stir crazy. All that she had to do was paper work, day in, day out. Then she sat in her own hell every night. Naturally, Azalea didn't like that. The entire place gave her a migraine. So, she decided to walk her goddamn happy ass over to the Underground for a nice drink...with stitches that would rip out at the slightest jerk in the wrong direction. Were their closer bars? Yes, of course. Said bars were either human, her's, or her father-in-law's. None of which were good options with all things considered. A human bar would likely call an ambulance, her bar would force her back to the hospital, and her father-in-law's..? Well, she didn't want to deal with her mate or her mate's father. Making creatures like them upset was just pure idiocy. Then again, she didn't even think that Lily was back yet. It had been two years since she saw her mate last... Another good reason to just have a little drink. No fighting in the pits this time, unlike many times that she's found herself in this place. The infamous "Rogue Princess," or more recently "Rogue Queen." There were some people that would mockingly bow to her, but many of them just made a path for her to walk past. Her face was well known across the Underground, at more than one location but this location was her home. She had been fighting in the pits since her first year of life, at the maturity of about 12 years old. Those that didn't know her were new. After all, it's hard to ignore over 700 confirmed pit fight wins and over 100 confirmed kills in the pits alone. Not including her military career that spread her name all over undergrounds across the country. While mostly a rumor in other Undergrounds, she was a very real reality here. To anyone here, her fighting name was plastered on any scoreboard. Top Fighters: 1. Rogue Queen: 879 Wins 1 Loss(es) 2. Bloodhound: 452 Wins 78 Loss(es) 3. One Stonefist: 348 Wins 1 Loss(es)
That was only the current top three, that wasn't including the Elites. If the scoreboard went off of percentages, it would look a lot different than it did at the moment. It went off of the pure numerical wins that a person had, without any regard to the losses that they had. Then again, if it went off percentages, no one other than the Elites would be on there and they liked to encourage new fighters. In fact, the top two elites only had one loss a piece- and that was to each other. It was no secret that they were friends, so that did't come as a real surprise. Azalea ended up walking out of the pit, leaving One knocked out on the ground. It was a Blind Death Match.
They were actually replaying the match on the T.V in the bar.
Her infamous nature was shown as she sat down at the bar counter and everyone around her decided that, suddenly, it was a fantastic idea to sit at a table rather than next to her. After all, she and her father shared the same trait of getting rather unpredictable if they drank a bit much. Last time? She made a mess for the bar keep and she ended up being banned from that one. Thankfully, there were plenty in the Underground.
"Whiskey. Don't bother with the glass, give me the bottle and put it on my tab."
"You know, whenever you put it on your tab, you don't pay."
The barkeeper muttered to himself, putting the whiskey bottle right down in front of her. Azalea looked over at him an gave him a cocky little grin.
"Well, if that bothers you, take it out of my winnings. That's what the last guy did. Set it up with the Pits, they tend to do it without question- and I promise, I won't even notice."
She took the top off and took a nice swig out of the bottle. There was a vague thought in the back of her mind that she might have just messed up, all things considered. If her healing wasn't working, her metabolism likely wasn't. Meaning, that she might get shitfaced if she actually drank this entire bottle. She found herself not really caring though, and she kept her eyes on the table and bottle. Only occasionally would she look up at the fight replay, rolling her eyes at it. She eventually flagged down the bar keep and got him to change it to the live view of the pit. They were setting up for another fight.
Two seats on each side of her were open but the rest of the bar was mostly packed. A big fight with Bloodhound just let out, so everyone was either hitting the bars, restaurants, or the brothels. Judging by the scene on the tv, it was a death battle and Bloodhound won. There were chunks of flesh everywhere. Occasionally highlights would reel.
Aza wore an oversized leather jacket, a black tank top, and baggy denim jeans. From the looks of it, most of it was men clothing, but it was effective in not rubbing up against her stitches and it hid pretty well that she had been hurt at all. The skin that was showing was mostly her chest, face, and hands. Her long black hair was left undone and damn, did it show it's length in this state. Waves created from constantly being braided were found all throughout and it came around her almost like a curtain. It was so long that it hung over the edge of the stool she sat on, making her look like a black mass from the back
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Voss
Warrior
Confidence is not 'They will like me'. Confidence is I'll be fine if they don't.
Posts: 1,068
Pack Status: New Dawn, Other
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Post by Voss on Apr 16, 2016 8:34:09 GMT -5
Voss had left his territory to relieve some stress where he would not be asked question, though the pit had to many that knew him and he wanted to see some carnage. He had heard through the grape vine that there was many more styled pits around the territory of the Rogues, he had watched a few fight it out over a scrap of land only to be taken down while they both were not watching. It made him smile knowing that none of them were that organized to give him grief over his little parcel, lighting up as he walked inside taking in the smoke into his lugs before letting it it free like a dragon through his nose. " Good lord " He muttered at the state of the place. Though he did have to admit that it had more then his did, a tv broadcast and a bar. He had been thinking about the drinks but figured that the booze he could get would actually put most under the table. The Moon shine from the royal guardsmen tanked him the first time he drank it. But that had been before the change in him, now anything he drank really never made him drunk at all.
It was just easy to fake something to put others at ease, though he did like the taste of fire in his mouth from the hard liquor. He would walk in fully dressed in a new pin stripped suit black and white with a matching fedora the brim white with a couple of feathers sticking out of it. They were from Chakori's and Evera's feathers, Chakori had given him hers as a show of loyalty and he had picked up the feathers after her little change in the desert. He had picked them up from the bloody spot and cleaned them, now they adorned his fedora with his pet's. Though she was a pet she had free Reign of walking among the pack members, no other was allowed to control her even if she was not behaving. His cane was different it had a head of a wolf with blood eyes, the head was made of silver and the eyes blood ruby. The shaft was still reddish brown Larch wood for the shaft.
The thought made him smile a little knowing the woman was not a child and had no mind to act like one with all the mothering she tried to do with him. Like his renewal of his old addiction of smoking, he walked across the bar towards the only open seats. " Bar keep your best scotch a bottle please " He doubted they carried what he liked but it would have to do. He would sit down with out thinking about it that some one else was sitting here or as to why they were mostly sitting alone. He would pull out his wad of cash slipping several bills from it before placing it back in his pocket, he finally noticed the woman he was sitting next to his brow only raised for a moment taking a quick look before bringing his gaze to the tv.
He figured taking a few points from here might bring in more people and if he allowed the location to be more lax that might help to. He was to worried about things being ruined but knew he needed to lighten up a little, he realized when he had nothing to do but watch people beat the shit out each other it made him think of things he shouldn't. He was starting to think coming here was a mistake because all he could think about was how Ivy left and Cinder was dead. He would close his eyes flicking his silver lighter open and closed lighting a few times.
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Post by Azalea on Apr 27, 2016 22:15:25 GMT -5
((Just to clarify, because I don't know if you've read it or not but this: Alpha's Addiction (Open), is currently the only description of the rogue underground near the Cobert Estate. I should probably make an explanation page for this area, but it's enormous in scale and has multiple branches across the country. Think of it like a physical black market for Rogues.))Aza opened her bottle and drank, rather calmly actually. Her eyes remained down, looking at the wood of the counter tops as she sat back and thought.
Tonight? Her thoughts were centered around her current state of health and how poor it truly was, how poor she would refuse to let anyone know. Jewel, her current doctor, knew how bad it was but Azalea never let it show, no matter what circumstance it was. This was Azalea Goddamn Cobert. She not only was a Cobert, a family of people that had almost become akin to...almost a mafia family? Azalea figured that would be the best comparison. They were expected to be big, bad, imposing figures. She was expected to be this big, bad, imposing figure. There was no room for weakness. Ever.
Azalea heard the doors to the bar open, she just didn't care enough to look to see the new comer. She heard him walk up, but she only glanced up when the man spoke. That's a fool right there. It was her one and only thought concerning him. The bar keep...Oh, that was a different story. He took one look at the new-comer and he smelt cash. "Coming right up." The man said, wanting to make sure that the man heard him even as he was pouring a drink for another customer. Literally moments afterward, the scotch was put right in front of the new customer, a smile on the bartenders face. "Here you are."
It was only moments before the drink was set in front of the man that he started that annoying flipping of his lighter. Azalea tried to ignore it, but it was so unlike all the other noises in the damn bar and it was right next to her...It bothered her. Greatly. The metallic sound of it, it grated against her overly sensitive ears. So, even with how little the new guy had been doing it, Azalea was already irritable by the time he got his drink.
"Do you have to play with that stupid thing?" She muttered under her breath, taking the man's bottle before he even had the chance to grab it. She was going to make sure the man was paying attention to her.
She'd never smelt him before. She'd never seen him before. She'd never heard his voice before. This guy was completely new to this scene and that alone was enough to irritate her. He walks into an otherwise completely full bar, and sits in one of the four seats that the other patrons were obviously avoiding. He didn't stop to think about it, nor did he even consider the possibility that there was a reason for it. Not only that, he sat next to her. Unlike what everyone seemed to think, she didn't give a shit if people were around her or close to her...people just didn't understand the delicate balance she liked to keep in order to stay calm and happy. He'd already upset that balance. At least he didn't upset it in such a way that would ruin the night for Aza.
"You already smell like ash and soon to be alcohol, let's not add lighter fluid in there."
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Voss
Warrior
Confidence is not 'They will like me'. Confidence is I'll be fine if they don't.
Posts: 1,068
Pack Status: New Dawn, Other
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Post by Voss on Apr 29, 2016 13:18:29 GMT -5
(I had read some of it, I will reread it to find what it looks like.)
Though Voss had noticed the distance between every one and her, he had taken no mind to it. He probably should have, now she was looking as if something had crawled up her craw. He raised a brow and chuckled" oh sorry bad habit " He said putting the lighter away. The tick of hers spelled addict of some sort, Duke had a edge about him when he wasn't getting his stash of favorite mixes. He wondered what her little dalliance was.
He took a quick whiff of the air with a short sniff, her taking the bottle had him easing his elbow on to the table. He had been paying attention to her when she spoke, but he noticed she wanted his full attention. " Hmm I guess that would be a bad thing hmm yeah?" Problem was he didn't need the lighter for heat to be a problem. He reached his hand out for the bottle, " want a drink ?" He asked trying to keep the sudden need to be dominate squelched.
His wolf snarling in his ears to be let out licking at the back of his subconscious, his orange fire eyes watching her's for a moment. He didn't know if playing the dumb oaf was going to fool any one around here, though his thought went back to what she was missing wanting to know.
His cane laying across the table where he had set it, he was one for hand to hand combat but he loved how the sword would slice clean through people. Blood was a very appealing look for some, he guessed that's why having a pit of his very own was a attraction for him. He enjoyed watching the walls be painted with it, his former Master had made sure it was one of his favorite past times.
So coming to this underground sleazy hell was something natural for him, though the smell was tainted and unclean; something off. He had first came in it didn't smell this bad, something like the Dublin streets. Smelled of filth always but if you played your cards right you could always smell money. The copper was not fresh here, the smell was more like rotted death.
He figured they didn't clean out the bodies but dump them some where in the cavern, which left disease to run ram-pet. He mostly burnt those that did not survive before having Antonio take over, his brother had a friend that took care of clean up. Minus a fee of course. His hands would rest on the cane where the split met, they seemed calmed and relaxed as the minutes ticked by.
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Post by Azalea on May 27, 2016 11:37:45 GMT -5
"Thank you." Azalea mentioned curtly. That was until he reached out for the bottle.
She pulled it away calmly, her golden eyes narrowing. That was a challenge in her eyes. Anything that wasn't backing down would be taken as a challenge. He replied with what seemed like a snarky comment that she didn't truly appreciate but they were playing a dangerous game at the moment. Normally, she would have kept the game going, but she hadn't downed enough alcohol to act stupid yet. No matter how good of a fighter she was, and how unlikely she was to get hurt, the simple motions of fighting could tear her entire side open again. Then, if she did get hurt? She'd end up bleeding out on the ground because she couldn't heal. She wasn't about ready to lose to someone like this joker just because she was at a disadvantage.
"No. I've got myself covered." She stated, making a point to put the bottle right back down on the table. The bartender was now eyeing them closely, more specifically, Azalea.
The smell was only natural in this place. The smell of death was so heavy, not because of the pits, but because of the death in the streets. All bodies that were produced in the pit were taken deeper into the cavern, where there was a large hole carved up in the ceiling that led to the outside world. They were burned there. Those that died in the streets though? They were either left to rot, eaten, taken for some reason or another, or a good-doer would take them to be burned. Didn't help that the slaver/trafficking ring that was based here just let the ones that sat for too long die off. Then, the people themselves often smelled of death and blood. Shockingly, Azalea would actually smell cleaner than 90% of the people in the bar simply because of her sensitivity to smells.
Azalea's eyes darted to the cane, and she smiled. That wasn't a cane, she could tell simply by the way that he held his hand on it. The smell of metal was heavy on it, meaning that was likely just a sleeve, a sheath.
"Tell me, boy, how long have you hung around here?" She took another swig of her own drink before setting it in front of her and adjusting her jacket. She pulled it out from underneath her, and the motion seemed natural to her but it was purposeful. She pulled the jacket out just far enough to give a flash of the dagger on her hip. "Judging by the outfit looking like you ripped it of a 1950's mobster, I'd take that it's not been long."
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Voss
Warrior
Confidence is not 'They will like me'. Confidence is I'll be fine if they don't.
Posts: 1,068
Pack Status: New Dawn, Other
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Post by Voss on Aug 8, 2016 9:04:26 GMT -5
The moment her hand touched the bottle his eyes would snap back to her's seeing the challenge this made his smile slowly fade, the nice figment of a man was gone. He looked calm for the most part a twinge here and there of anger, the calculation came into play realizing the feeling he had felt. Something like a jolt most likely was because of her, it was something like a warning to him. The fight or flight response, and it was all fight for him at this point. His smile was back again when she set the bottle down" Hm? Suit your self " it turned sour with a slight sneer that let a growl seep through his teeth. The wolf inside of him snapped, baring his teeth the pain in his head swelled, by her tone when she called him a boy she was older then his senses seemed to have thought at first. Her smell was odd to him.
" Here? First time actually at this fine establishment." His words were double edged. He did a quick once over her again, he had seen the dagger. " But your not from this very door step either. Though "He paused for a moment looking her over again. "judging by your tone this place is some where you frequent."
Her remarks would of normally taken him to jump into action straight away, if only she had been a whelp. All most no one that was under a alpha disrespected him, even strangers seemed to know better. Though he realized he had not met every one in the world, so that was debatable in truth.
" Hmm I love my special made tailored suits. They keep the heat off me, the breathing is amazing. I love standing out as well. It let's those know that are beneath me to stay out of my way" His smile was sickly sweet. His hand would slowly pull the bottle away from her grip. " And those that do not know any better get dry cleaned from my suits by those under me. " His smile stayed yet his gaze pulled like a black hole and burned like the sun, though her eyes had the same fierceness in them. He could just tell that she had to have been through something, her stance while seemingly relaxed to a untrained eye was not. It was ready to move at a moment notice.
He knew that his words would most likely provoke something from her. His stance was defensive even while seated, it spoke to the tension" But what is a alpha doing in a slum such as this? I thought most all packs held them selves higher then the dirt they walk on?" He would quickly unsheathe his sword a little and slice the top off the bottle. His finger touched the sword and fresh copper came to the air. Sheathed again and set on the table to be disregarded, the liquid glugged into the glass before setting the bottle on the table. But having weapons in plain view meant there most likely were more out of view. His eyes seemed to have a glow to them most when his wolf worked against him, wanting out to slaughter any and all that stood near that disrespected him. It would never beg to be let out not once to him, it would merely try and claw its way out.
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Post by Azalea on Aug 12, 2016 22:55:54 GMT -5
Her eyes darted to him as the growl bubbled out from his throat. She couldn't help but have her own low growl start. Call Aza crazy, but the simple fact that this man had the gall to growl at her pissed her off. It took a couple seconds after his own growling ended that her's did as well, she didn't even realize that she had growled just a bit louder than him- gaining even more attention from the bartender. Her eyes darted toward him as soon as he went to grab the walkie-talkie that was sitting underneath the bar.
"I'd think twice before grabbing that, sir. Clearly, we are civil people. Why bring in those that would create a scene? After all, I'm just here for a drink."
She smiled brightly, to the point where it was hard to deny that she had some sort of charm to her. It naturally wouldn't have overrode the fact of her reputation to the barkeep and it sure wouldn't forgive her attitude that she presently had, but it was enough to get the barkeep to back off.
"You bring in good business, Queen, despite your tab. If you have to do this shit, take it to the street."
"All I intend to do is drink." She laughed a little, shaking her head before taking another swig. "Besides, you know bringing in those thugs would just result in blood you'd have to scrub off the floor."
And the charm was gone, even with her smile. The barkeep sighed, rubbing his forehead before walking off. When the new-comer spoke again, her smile fell. That growl alone was enough to make her tired of his chatter. Either way, she had to respond. Why? Others tended to take her silence as an insult and that just escalated a situation. No mercenaries, no fights, just booze. That was her 'plan.' She would admit that she had to consistently chant 'no fighting' in the back of her mind though.
"Yes, I'm here quite often, actually." Never mind that she owned the land that this place sat under- making everything in here 'illegally' built on her property. The entire organization was here simply on her good graces.
"Asserting dominance in such a human manner." She snorted a bit. "Kind of a shame. Makes you a target all the while making you look weak- regardless of what skill you may or may not possess. Cheap tricks, in other words." She finally looked back over to him, she noticed the smile and forced one of her own onto her lips. She certainly knew how to fake it, that was obvious by her face.
Then he spoke of Alpha's, and she connected the dots. The attitude the growling, the way he held himself? He was an Alpha himself, and he sure damn act like a poor one based on the display he's giving right now. As he made his little display with the bottle, Azalea drank from her own bottle. She was holding back her own words for the moment being. Once he had his drink, she put her's down with a sigh.
"I could ask you the same question, Mr. 'I'm so better than everyone.' Even more so considering the only two packs I know of for hundreds of miles are ran by myself and my grandmother." She swirled the liquid in her bottle around, her eyes narrowing into a glare. "And, just for the record, the entire pack has always been unconventional, so I'll be damned if I am. Being Alpha can't and won't change what I am."
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Voss
Warrior
Confidence is not 'They will like me'. Confidence is I'll be fine if they don't.
Posts: 1,068
Pack Status: New Dawn, Other
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Post by Voss on Sept 22, 2016 8:28:06 GMT -5
(let me know if i need to change anything)
He laughed when her words ended, He would take a drink and let out a deep sigh that was followed by a slow intake of break that turned to a weird whistle. " Well I am a idiot, I tend to step out and move with my own men when the blood becomes thick. But from what I have seen of the packs in the area ..."
He would take another big swig before smacking his lips. He looked at the glass wondering where the bar tender got his booze. " New dawn being your group I am assuming. From what I have seen from the inside it lacks leader ship from the alpha and is run by the beta's. The boarder patrol is soft. " He stared at her knowing his words could most likely get him killed. Though he figured that he had already crossed that line and...yet she still had not moved to do so. He was having a very hard time reading her and it was throwing him off, " The packs family is weak and not protected very well to let those inside its walls die with out taking the steps to seek revenge for those deaths. " He would clear his throat and lean back his hand moving the cane slowly.
His face lost its sickly sweet smile to be neutral, though his eyes seemed to be searching. They held that blazing look it was not fierce at the moment, " I am new to the area by a few years at least in title as Alpha. An I run things differently, does not make me any less of a Alpha then you. "
He looked her over for a moment again before taking another drink finishing the glass. " You are the first female Alpha that i have seen ...alone that is. " His eyes narrowed for a moment, his hand reached out pouring another drink for himself. " Why torture yourself by watching? " He waved the glass to the surroundings.
" You don't seem like the type to sit on your ass. I mean by your words I am a low life wanna be and your the real deal. Why are you here then ? " He chuckled knowing she would most likely tell him to fuck off and it was none of his business.
It was evident that she had a large wide range of pull in some fashion, fake it till you make it kind of attitude. But surface was never the truth, knowing that had him tense as he should be. Something was off about her but he could not put his finger on it. Though he figured turning his back on her would be a fetal mistake, in or out of the pit they had here. He knew when he saw a black mamba, something that would retreat from danger and stand within her own bounds, but if threatened would not hesitate to kill on a moments notice.
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