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https://infekt.keuf.net/bar-dreck-f20/Sean staggered down the sidewalk, singing loudly and drunkenly. A man was handing a woman some flowers, some guys were laying in an alley behind them, and a couple were shouting insults to each other from above. A group of gang members walked down the street brandishing shotguns and automatic weapons. Sean was too drunk to know any better and pissed them off. "Are you going to stop grabbing each others dicks long enough to get the fuck out of my way?" He called and pushed past them. Sean blacked out as a baseball bat cracked over his head.

Sean finally woke up. He moved his head up and felt a pain shoot down his body. A gash in his head let out a trickle of blood. He was tied up to a street lamp, his arms were chained together. "Well fuck, I'm in a bit o' a predicament. I've no vodka and I'm fully sober!" He said to himself. The sky was in a sunset. A cloud floated across it, slowly. A bum walked by. "Hey, can you help me out?" Sean asked. The bum looked at him as if he'd just noticed him. The bum kneeled down next to him and reached into his pocket. "What are you doing?" The man pulled out his wallet and ran away. "Fucking coward!" Sean called after him.

Sean still lay on the sidewalk, chained to the same lamp. He sang sea shantys and gypsy punk songs loud enough for someone to hear him. "Shut the fuck up down there!" A man shouted and threw a boot at him from an apartment building. Sean stopped singing. The sky was already dark, and he grew tired. He laid, eyes wide open, hoping someone honest would help him soon.

Sean had nodded off only a few minutes before a police car arrived. "Well well well. What do we have here?" One MP said, using a gritty, deep voice and smelled of tabacco, most likely a result of years of smoking. "Looks like we got ourselves a D head," His partner said, in a low voice, which sounded like a voice from someone you would think was stupid. "I'll get his hands free," The smoker MP said, and moved to the back of the sleek vehicle. He opened the trunk and pulled out a hack saw. The dumber MP kicked Sean in the ribs. "Oops, I'm sorry sir," He said sarcastically.

Sean shook himself awake. "Fucking Christ!" He shouted as the pain from his ribs met him. He took a deep breath and looked around. "Oh well." He said with a yawn and began to sing. "East and West could not agree
So their generals gave a call and gathered troops at the border" "Shut the fuck up!" The smoker MP ordered. Sean ignored him and continued singing.
"With guns ready, drawn and aimed,each side was praying to a God,
to bless them with strength and courage" "I said shut up!" The MP yelled and knocked Sean's head forwards. "It was in His name that artillery lit the sky on fire." Sean sang. This time the MP hit him on the head with the blunt edge of the hack saw. Sean merely winced in pain and continued to sing. "The people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun..." The MP finished cutting through the chains.

"You're under arrest for armed robbery. Anything you say can and will be held against you..." The smoker MP said angrily as the dumber MP pulled Sean up by his sleeve. "Arrest this!" Sean shouted and kneed the dumber man in the crotch, causing him to fall on the ground and writhe in pain. The smoker MP grabbed for him but Sean put his foot over the cops foot and knocked him over. "Later fuckers!" Sean yelled over his shoulder as he ran away. He soon heard the MPs in pursuit. "Get back here!" One of them yelled. Sean hopped over a chain-link fence and slowed to a jog. He turned his head around to see the MPs struggling with the fence. "Too many donuts?" Sean taunted and sped up.

Sean had destroyed the MPs hope of continuing pursuit. He slowed to a jog and turned a corner and smacked right into a woman beautiful enough to be raped on this particular street. "Egh sorry," He apologized, and extended a hand. The woman had beautiful pale skin and messy, crimson hair which reaches down to her inviting hips, futher accentuated by her long, graceful legs. "It's fine," She said and stared straight at his hand, not knowing what to do. "Shake." Sean said and laughed. He shook her hand and helped her get up. "Oh," She laughed gripping his hand. "Lisa Morgan." "Sean O'Banion." He replied. "Oh like the mobster?" She asked. "What?" He asked, bewildered. "Nothing," She said in the most thoughtful of ways. "I feel I should walk you out of this neighborhood, for the purpose of keeping you from harm," Sean said honestly. "Hmm...you seem like a nice person. Lead on." Lisa said and took his arm in hers. Sean was taken aback by this gesture but didn't complain. The began walking. "What area do you live in?" Sean asked, his accent shining. "Higher city." Sean looked at her carefully. She had slightly torn clothes and messy hair. She didn't look the type to be living in the higher city. "You're a far way from home. Why are you here?"

"I got lost," Lisa said, her eyes half closed. "Should I walk you home?" Sean asked. "No thanks. I can make it." She replied. The sky had already gone black. It was incredibly dangerous at night and Sean felt obliged to walk her home. "It's way too dangerous to be walking here at night," He said, concerned. Lisa yawned. "Okay," She put her head on Sean's shoulder, almost asleep. Sean felt slighty satisfied with this, but a couple of blocks down, he saw a MP cruiser turn a corner, making him remember why HE was here. Lisa realized what she was doing. "Oh, I'm sorry," She said wholeheartedly. They reached the edge of the lower city. The houses and stores suddenly transformed into beautiful, large buildings as they walked. "Sorry Lisa, I'm only going to be able to walk you this far. I've a prior engagement," Sean said politely. "Wow, you're a real gentleman," Lisa laughed a little and continued walking. Sean had something important to do and his libido wasn't going to interfere.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared from nowhere behind the couple. A pointy object was shoved behind Sean's back as a male voice whispered, choking back anger:

"Give me your money, you and your whore! Don't try anything or you're dead meat."

To input more seriousness in the order, the form pressed the pointy object even more in Sean's back. A bruise would be visible soon...

Damien had been just inside a doorway. He was watching things go down when he saw the person come up behind the couple. Using his techniquies from the service and from Ravenwood he made his way silently behind the poerson wiht the knife.

With the sound of a click from his .50 cal he place dthe barrel to the back of the muggers head. "You might want to run along now and leave the nice poeple alone."

He hated seeing innocents (as far as he knew) from being taken advantage of or harmed in any way.

((I know. You guys haven't been on FOREVER though.))

Sean was frozen like a statue. He'd never been involved in a mugging, the mugger or muggee. He realized his back beginning to bruise. He faintly heard another man's voice. He remembered he could see. Sean looked at Lisa, fear crippling her, frozen like Sean. "Ok man, ok, be cool..." Sean said as he reached into his pocket, gripping the pistol. 'Run.' He mouthed the word to Lisa. Just as she turned and began to run, Sean jumped forward and whipped around. He stood 2 yards away from the man. Then he noticed the other man with the gun to the muggers head. He stepped back and shifted the pistol from one man to the other. "Who the fuck are you?!" He demanded, not sure who he was asking.

Suddenly, a loud obnoxious siren wailed from only a few feet away. The pair of police officers that had pursued Sean earlier emerged from the vehicle. This time, they raised their pistols ready to fire. "Drop your weapon mother fucker!" The gruff voiced cop shouted at the pair. Sean tried to think of a way out of the situation. Lisa stood well within Sean's reach. Although Sean was flanked by the other man and the mugger, who would surely defend Lisa and turn Sean's face into a few bits of bloody pulp and bone. He sized up the man behind the mugger. He looked stronger than Sean felt at the moment and could probably dodge a lunge. Then Sean looked for another way out. Can they shoot him if he attempts a run for it? "Put the fucking gun on the fucking ground cock sucker!" The gruffly voiced cop yelled. Then something happened that saved Sean. "Why do you have to be so harsh Rick?" The dumber cop asked. "Why do YOU have to be such a fucking pussy?!" the gruff voiced cop replied. The dumber cop shoved him. "This is what I was talking about in the car! You're always being an asshole, always putting me down!" The dumb cop whined, obviously hurt. "What are you talking about? I never put you down!" The gruff voiced cop replied forgetting Sean. "Bullshit! You ALWAYS call me a pussy!" "Cause you're a pussy!" Sean took the situation to his advantage and bolted towards the alleyway. The cops took no attention and continued their odd, almost gay argument. As Sean made it it into the alleyway, he paused a moment and looked over his shoulder, thinking the other man may try to stop him. He simply watched as Sean made his escape.

Note to Bones : Damien didn't kill the mugger. You're not allowed to kill a NPC or PC whithout consent.

The mugger froze, his face went white as that guy was the first person to ever stand up to him.

He slowly raised his hands, holding the gun only by the "handle" so the other guy could take it from him. He didn't wanted to die, he just wanted to live, so he'd do anything that the man holding the gun in his neck would order.

He just stood there as the two cops arrived there, seemingly out of nowhere, and yelled at him and the other guy who drew out a gun. He just muttered "shit" between his teeth before noticing that the two cops started an argument that seemed very out of place. He took advantage of the distraction of the other man, who took away the gun from his neck, to run away in the safety of darkness.

Now the two cops were just standing there, with the bald man.

EDITED.

OCC: I know, but you guys haven't been on for a long time.

Sean slowed to a walk. He strolled around, looking for a place to stay, seeing as how he was homeless now. Sean remembered Lisa, and turned around, running in the direction she had fled. He turned left, getting back on the street the mugging had happened. He saw Lisa, at least half a mile away from him, walking cautiously down the sidewalk. He ran in pursuit.

Lisa had noticed the guy following her, but since she was afraid of handguns, she was trying to run away from him.

[OOC: Hope it's okay with you. I don't know where you want to go from here..]

OCC: I don't quite know either. I guess I'm just going to go along with it.

Sean had closed up the distance between him and Lisa, but for reasons unbeknown to him, she ran from him. He concealed his pistol without missing a beat. Lisa ran just fast enough to keep Sean out of reach. Sean tried to reason with her as they ran. "Lisa, stop! What are you running from?" he half-yelled. She slowed to a walk. Sean slowed and walked by her side. "Can I stay at your home for a while?" He asked. "No." She said flatly. "Why not?" He demanded. "Your gun," "I never use it to kill, just to intimidate." "I don't trust you, go away." She said and walked faster. The streets were nearly pitch black between the street lights. "You can't seriously expect to make it home safely this time of night," Sean pointed out. "Fine, but you can't sleep in my house," "That's fine, I can sleep outside," He said, returning to her side.
The two walked atime in silence, when they finally reached Lisa's home. "I'll let you sleep in the back," She said, opening the door. "Thank you," Sean said, turning and walking to the side of the house. "Where are you going? Come with me," Lisa called after him. Sean stopped, feeling stupid, and followed her through the house. "This place is pretty nice," Lisa simply nodded and opened another door, waving Sean through. "Be careful of my dog, Bruno," She warned, as he passed him. Lisa closed the door and locked it. Sean looked around the yard. Most of the yard was flowers and rose bushes. Nearly hidden by the flowerbeds, lay a 3 foot wide stone walkway, leading to a finely crafted doghouse with the name 'Bruno' burnt into the wood above a rather large archway. A nice looking lamp sitting next to the doghouse illuminated the entire yard, leaving only the corners of it in the dark. Sean slowly and quietly towards the doghouse, unsure if he should sleep on the flowers. He reached the doghouse, kneeling down next to it on the flowers. Sean noticed Lisa watching him from her window. Sean shrugged to show his confusion. She stepped away from the window for a moment, emerging again with a piece of paper. She slapped it to the window. 'You can sleep on the flowers,' It read. Sean nodded and laid down in the flowers, finding it surprisingly comfortable. He quickly fell asleep.

Sean awoke to an odd smell and a wet feeling on his face. He opened his eyes, and saw the biggest dog he had ever seen, engulfing his face with its tongue. Sean got up slowly, rubbing the dogs ears. Bones cracked, and the dog barked once. The dog was a giant, standing elbow high to Sean. "I see you've met Bruno." Lisa called from the door. She walked inside, leaving the door open. Sean crossed the yard and went into the house, welcomed by the smell of bacon and eggs. "Did you want breakfast?" Lisa called from the kitchen. Sean walked into the kitchen, "Sure." Lisa stood in front of the stove, pointing at a plate to her right. Sean picked it up, and sat at the table. He shoved the bacon and eggs into his mouth, and finished them quickly. He noticed Lisa staring at him when he looked up. "I gotta go." Sean said in a muffled voice. He stood up, and left the house.


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