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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2008 19:14:26 GMT -5
Tobias shrugged and traced the rim of his glass with a long finger. He was surprisingly accurate for someone so drunk. He sighed, like one would sigh if they had an exhausting and frustrating day that just seemed to never end, and scratched and the unruly stubble on his chin. “So, what’s on you’re mind kiddo?” He hiccupped and the bar tender refilled his water glass and placed a straw in the center so that Tobias wouldn’t cause a spill.
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 11, 2008 19:21:12 GMT -5
Aidonsious just looked at him and sighed, as he began. "In a life that is not my own I am cursed with the ability to bring dreams into a reality. Shadows haunt me as I run from the curses and screams they bring. My family is ruined and only thing I have left is a sister who is not in this world anymore...how can you finally find a restful night when you where raised by people who practiced how to bring curses to people.."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2008 10:35:51 GMT -5
“Seems like you live a life of riddles, mate,” Tobias muttered. He leaned in listening intently. The bar had just gotten very loud with the arrival of sports fans that were already very drunk from their victory and were taking their drunkenness on the road. One of the men crashed into Tobias, ignored him, and ordered a round of drafts.
Tobias’ eyes flashed a cold yellow. He sneered, and a low feral growl came out from the depths of his throat, but he said nothing, vowing not to get riled up by stupid back-woods rednecks.
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 15, 2008 19:10:52 GMT -5
"Riddles yes.." He said and trailed off when he caught sight of the crowd that started. Seeing that Tobias leaned in closer to listen, came as a surprise but seeing how one rudely bumped into him, the reaction was unexpected.
The eyes, those eyes is what he hides underneath. Knowing not to pry, he said nothing but hearing that growl, he was thinking of a wolf.
"Life is a riddle in its own, is it not?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2008 21:05:06 GMT -5
“Yeah yeah, Hold on.” Tobias said feverously, as he pressed his open palm in the air with each syllable. He gave a quick inhale and flicked his nose with his thumb, a habit he picked up from the drug years. The man who had bumped into him was already heading back to his group. He was nearly a foot shorter than Tobias, but weighed twice as much.
He was breaking the vow he had made moments before. The animal in him was too excited to be ignored. “Oi sir,” he spoke coolly, words trapped with venom. The man turned around, his name patched onto his blue-jean shirt.
“What do you want?” He sneered up at Tobias. Men had the uncanny ability to since a fight developing between them and another person, well before they crossed each other’s path. Two drunken men, both full of testosterone and arrogant attitudes could since the other in a crowded room. Fights existed to prove who the alpha was. Bar fights like these were what people came to pubs for.
The moment Tobias decided to engage, secretive beats were made. More people had bet on the bigger man, while a fair few had their money on Tobias because of the look in his eyes.
Tobias smirked. “Ralph is it?” he asked indicating the stitched name. “You got your grade-school drop out piss stench all over me. I suggest you aught to apologize.”
“What’s that accent from, homo Pee-Oh-Ess? I’ll apologize by getting your ass deported,” Ralph shot back. His friends stayed seated, knowing to only back him up if Tobias played dirty. Ralph smiled wildly as he swayed from the drink. “Better yet, how ‘bout I give you a welcome gift?” He cocked back his arm and threw a fist straight into Tobias’ jaw.
It knocked Tobias’ off balance. He swaggered, but remained standing. People watched. Tobias grinned wide, blood staining his teeth. He worked up a good amount of saliva in his mouth, eyes flashing golden once more, and then spit the bloody concoction into Ralph’s eyes.
The fight had begun.
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 15, 2008 21:12:07 GMT -5
Aidonsious looked to the man, the image of those yellow eyes in mind. How Tobias reacted h e did not expect, it was as if he was wanting to fight. Standing up, he watched him go over to the man and demand an apology.
"I vote on the big guy. The other one has no chance."
Aidonsious heard behind him and just looked to Tobias, in somewhat off balance but when the first fist flew, Aidonsious started to walk towards Tobias, knowing if he was right about him, he will engage in this fight.
"Tobias!" He called out trying to get through the crowd that formed around the two.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2008 21:47:22 GMT -5
The crowd shut out Aidonsious, a natural response to those who were not regulars in the bar fight scene. The rules were unspoken but well known. Fights started by people bumping into the other were fists only, as were most fights. Some exceptions were when people actually used broken bottles and switch blades, but those were few and far between in honorable fights. In situations like these, where both parties were equally drunk, the fight was over in just a few moves. Someone always went down and most fights never lasted for more than a few minutes.
Tobias dodged the next hammer throw, Ralph sent by ducking. In the crouched position, he was able to send an upper cut to his opponent’s diaphragm. Ralph crashed backward, but managed to land a hard kick into Tobias’ ribs. Tobias spit up more blood but wouldn’t stop smiling. “Lets dance you and I?” he said, his attitude growing wilder and less human.
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 15, 2008 21:51:19 GMT -5
Aidonsious was getting angry that no one would let him through. His strength physically was little to nothing and he was easily pushed back. "Let me through!" He yelled but no one listened, they where all focused on the fight infront.
Looking around, as he heard more punches, he stood on a chair to over look the crowd and to Tobias. The look in his eye, was not the one he was introduced to a few minuted ago. Was he losing control?
"TOBIAS!" He yelled louder, trying to at least, make him stop to think.
As he was in his life, he was afriad not for his safety but for that of Tobias.
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