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 PostPosted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 10:24 am Reply with quote        
Hey kid.

Yeah, you.

It looks like you’re searching for a good time. Well, I can tell you now that you aren’t going to find it here at all. You need something just a little out of the ordinary. Well, I’ve got just the place for you.

Directions? Well, that’s a little difficult. Just take the first shady-looking back alley you find and walk down it. Then keep going further and further. The streets are going to look darker and scarier the further you go, but that’s completely natural. At the point where you find yourself hopelessly lost and every time you try to backtrack you end up getting even more lost, you know you’re really close.

Now’s the part where you have to pay attention, because the place is really easy to miss. Eventually you’re going to run into a completely nondescript street with a completely nondescript door on the side of a completely nondescript building. The only distinct feature is a neon sign with half of the letters burnt out completely. The ones that haven’t gone yet look like they’re going to go at any second. If you squint enough, you can read what they say.

Arnie’s Place

Open the door. The only thing beyond it is a staircase descending further down than you can see. Go down them. The further down you go, you can hear the sounds of muffled jazz music that you can swear are getting louder, but it stays the same all the way down. There will be a moment where you want to give up and just leave, but keep going. Like the alleyways, the exasperation means you’re close. And just at that moment, you see a bright red door with a blacked out glass window. Go ahead and open it.

You’ve made it. Congratulations.

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 PostPosted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 10:28 am Reply with quote        
Click to set the mood

Welcome to Arnie's Place, a small jazz club with a strange clientele. You see everything and everyone here- angels, demons, humans, vampires, werewolves, fae, whatever floats your boat.

Take a seat, enjoy the music, and get to know the regulars.

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 PostPosted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 10:32 am Reply with quote        
Rules

Right as you enter the door, there is a large plaque with a list of rules on it. Some of them don't seem to make any sense, as you aren't quite sure what an "OOC" is or anything. Anyways, you read the plaque:

-Post a character profile before you start. The skeleton will be located in the OOC thread.
-Posts must be grammatically correct. Length is not too much of an issue, just avoid the one-liners. We're here to have fun right now.
-Be kind to the other regulars. Arnie doesn't appreciate bad vibes in his club.
-No violence in the club. This is a chill place with chill people. Violence is particularly un-chill.
-More rules will be added as they are thought of.

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 PostPosted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 10:34 am Reply with quote        
The Regulars

Keylaleigh wrote:

Username: Keylaleigh
Character Name: Arnold Friend, alias Uncle Arnie
Species: Half-Incubus, Half-Human
Age: About 170, looks 30
Description: While his glamour ability as an incubus allows him to look however he wants, Arnold sticks with a very traditional devil look with red skin, dark eyes, slicked back black hair, a pointed goatee, and small horns. When dealing with human clients, all he does is change his skin color to a more tanned tone. He has a fondness towards pinstripe zoot suits and fedora hats. He is a little shorter than the average human male, and quite scrawny.
Personality: Arnold is a friendly and hospitable sort, always offering a drink and a seat to whoever walks into his abode. The first drink is always on him. Pay for the rest, though. He was, and still is, mocked by other demons for being a little too human, but he doesn’t care much about that. Most of those other demons that said that are dead now, and he’s still kicking. His humanity has kept him alive this long, and it will keep him around even longer. He has a very slow temper.
Brief History: Arnold Friend is one of the many children of the Archfiend Babylonia, also known as the Whore of Babylon. He walked the circles of the underworld for about a century until they bored him and he decided to go topworld to see what was going on up there. He found human beings fascinating and enjoyed watching them go about their daily business. When he finally decided he wanted to settle down up top, his mother helped him out by giving him a small club that he has furnished into the lounge it is today.

Username: Keylaleigh
Character Name: Maxwell “Max” Gable
Species: Human
Age: 29
Description: Max has a toned body and long dark brown hair that he keeps back in a ponytail so it will stay out of his hazel eyes. He maintains a five o’clock shadow as well. He is of average height and weight for a man his age. He wears whatever is comfortable, which is usually jeans and sleeveless shirts. He has a black bomber jacket for colder weather and is never seen without his trademark olive green baseball cap.
Personality: If you looked up the word “calm” in the dictionary, Max’s picture would probably be there. He’s a generally mellow dude, not easy to rile up. In fact, his astounding calmness impressed Arnold so much, he got a job there. He does not crack under pressure and is extremely hard to scare.
Brief History: Max is the second youngest of six children, so he never got much attention from his parents. Thus, he was left to his own devices to do whatever he wanted with his life. He ended up going to college, switching his major five times, and then dropping out to learn how to be a bartender. He hopped from bar to nightclub to lounge to bar again, getting bored with each one. Three years ago he found that Arnold was hiring and went for the job. He is still there, and is one of the few humans that Arnold can call friend.


Atraea wrote:
Username: Atraea
Character Name: Magdalene Rotë
Species: Changeling
Age: 19
Description: Pale, with a thin frame. Gray eyes, and somewhat long, bushy brown hair, with Autumn leaves seemingly perpetually caught in it. Her voice is flat, occasionally sharp. Her features are somewhat sharp as well, with a pointed chin and thin lips. Her tired eyes are large, or at least seem large given how small everything else about her is. One striking feature is a port wine stain, that starts at her forehead, and stops at her chest, making a V. It covers her entire left eye and cheekbone, curving around her chin and down her neck. In the shadows of the trees, the her skin takes on a bark like quality, and her limbs scratch and creak. Brush, bush, and thicket curl around her limbs and even the leaves on the liveliest tree in summer will start to fall around her, and the branches above lean toward her.
Personality: Magdalene, 'Magda', or 'Lena,' is quiet, but not shy, terse but not rude, frank but not blunt, and vulnerable but not afraid. Or at the very least, she tries not to be. She is intelligent, and aware of her appearance, but not insecure of it. She knows what it looks like, and that it frightens small children, but does her best not to hold it against anyone. Needless to say, she's gotten very used to spending her time alone, in the corner table at coffee shops, under trees in the park.
Brief History: Magdalene was taken by the Fae at age 6. She was placed in the Autumn courts, where they taught her Fear. How to manipulate her own fear, and to make other fear. She escaped one night at 16, after purposefully sabotaging one of her creations. After some research, she found her fetch in a hospital bed, and disposed of it. Her parents were surprised, nay, shocked to visit the hospital the next day to find what had been just the night before, a lifeless, almost wooden body kept alive only by machines and tubes, sitting up in the bed and coldly snapping at nurses. 'What are you talking about. I am fine. Mom, Dad, tell them I'm fine," Only to have neither of her parents believe her either. Her home had never been the same after that. Her parents, so wrapped up in their grief, had fully come to terms with the death of their only daughter, who had been sickly, and at the time of Magdalene's return, comatose. To have her awaken, so suddenly...they seemed happy, showed happy. But underneath all that..was fear. They were unnerved, frightened. Since then, they drifted from her, going so far as to send her to the other side of the country for school, in hopes that Magda and her other worldy chill would simply stay there.


kinslayer6788 wrote:
Username: Kinslayer6788
Character Name: Torelan , Former Angel of Reason, One of the Angels of the Fall
Age: Older than known Universe, Looks 30
Description: A Heavenly body, dressed in all white except his wings are all black. A pure white robe although it seems to be permanently torn in places. He seems taller than he is. He looks, standing next to him, to be over 7 foot tall. But he really is closer to 6 foot.
Personality: He is the Angel of Reason. He is one of the few to fall with the Morningstar that is allowed to wander the earth. He loves Jazz, it is in his opinion the only music that truly comes closest to describing all forms of Reason. But all music is his love. It is after all the Universal Language.
Brief History: He is one of the Highest ranking of the Fallen. He is the personal friend of the Daystar, and was one of the first to support the Adversary against the Creator. He has been traveling back and forth from the Pit and Earth since the first man left the garden. He is one of the greatest supporters of the Son of Perditions abdication of Hell. He is now wandering Earth to find something to do. He rarely leaves bars, and he is usually in two places on this plane: Arnie’s and Strangefellows.


malverne wrote:
Username: Malverne
Character Name: Ana Ross
Species: Human
Age: 22
Description: Ana's a small person, barely reaching five foot three and weighs 100 lbs soaking wet. She's got bleach blonde hair, shaved on the sides and spiked into a mohawk, with a few feathers of blue hair here and there. Ana's eyes are generally dark green, although they have a tendency to glow when she casts powerful spells, especially under emotional duress. Ana generally wears black jeans, form fitting and artfully torn, large boots that give her another inch of height, a tank top with some obscene or eye-catching graphic, and a dark leather jacket. Ana has a full sleeve of tattoos down her left arm, comprised mostly of animals and plants (she has a particular love of birds), and various other pieces of artwork around her body.
Personality: To say that Ana is shy is abysmally and unforgivably incorrect. Stranger Danger is a concept that never really registered in her brain. Subtelty is another concept that's mostly lost on Ana, although she's very good at keeping secrets when she has to. Because of Ana's brash nature, she has a good amount of friends, although most of them are superficial friendships. Ana has trouble committing herself to relationships, and therefore only has a few very close friends. Two, in fact. Ana can be a show-off, and doesn't like being underestimated because of her height.
Brief History: Ana's parents were a bit of a mess. Both of them addicted to something: her dad alcohol, and her mom magic. Ana's first few years were really quite shitty, and ingrained in Ana a few trust issues. When Ana was four, her mother disappeared for a few years, and the state of New York decided it was best that she was put into a foster home. There, she started learning magic at night, going solely on instinct at first, setting the house on fire more than once. Eventually, she discovered this really cool place called a library, and found books to teach her. She got out of the foster home seven years later when her mother reappeared.

In another eight years, Ana discovered she had a half-sister who was a professional vampire hunter. Ana took to the girl immediately, despite their extreme differences, and while Ana doesn't actually participate in the hunting, she provides her sister with information. Ana, over the years, collected a widespread network of contacts that she uses for...just about anything. Right now, she's looking for a new place to stay. Couchsurfing is getting a bit boring.


killerkitty wrote:

Username: killerkitty
Character Name: Paul Butterfield.
Species: Unknown, apparently human.
Age: 45
Description: Mr Butterfield is a plump, short man, with small hands and feet and a funny brisk walk. He is rather unpleasant to look at, with his balding black hair, small, squinting eyes, ugly pursed lips and a rather large nose. He always wears a formal grey suit. He hunches slightly and has a funny way of making people uncomfortable when staring at them. He has a cigarette smell about him, mixed with plenty of cologne which makes being near him all that harder to bear. He always wears a look of boredom on his face, with often a flicker of contempt. If anything, he looks completely and utterly boring.
Personality: Paul expresses little emotion, revealing nothing. He has occasional nervous twitches, and will often wipe his forehead with his napkin. He doesn't talk much unless expected to, and has a solitary life. He is neat and tidy, with hardly a hair out of place.
Brief History: Mr Butterfield was raised by his father, though he rarely saw him. Not much need be told about him, except that he went to school like everyone else, got a job, and has been working for a small company for almost twenty years. He started coming to Arnie's Place about two years ago, and comes here at night whenever he can. No one really knows why.


Amaris Kale wrote:
Username: Amaris Kale
Character Name: Robert Findlay
Species: Human
Age: 24
Description: Robert is a tall, but incredibly thin man. He has fairly long auburn hair, which he uses to cover his forehead which is covered in acne scars from when he was a teenager. He has stubble, but it's not 'designer' stubble, it's just that he's too lazy to bother shaving. His clothes don't fit quite right and he never really looks clean.
Personality: Robert is, for the most part incredibly shy, and relatively quiet. However, when you get to know him he's very friendly, and very polite, it just takes a while for him to come out of his shell. He has odd little ticks, and moves strangely which makes him incredibly self aware hence the shyness. He speaks with a quiet but very deep voice. Most people would say that he seems a lonely man, and to look at him you might think that he has nowhere to go.
Brief History: Brought up by his grandparents due to absent parents, Robert he was always taught manners, and disciplined harshly if he forgot them, but there was nothing but love in his family life. He moved away aged 18 to go to college, but soon dropped out because he didn't feel like he fit in with anyone; however, he didn't move back in with his grandparents, he moved to a street with no name, to a house with no number to be away from everyone, unfortunately, in the time he was away his grandfather passed away, and his grandmother pined for him and died two months after; Robert had no way of knowing until he went back 2 years later. He has been haunted by a gripping sadness ever since.


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 PostPosted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 4:03 pm Reply with quote        
Arnold Friend looked down at his watch. 7:45. It was time to start getting ready. Max had already let him know that he was going to be late due to a dinner outing with his girlfriend and her family, so the bar was going to open up a little later tonight. He flipped through his CD collection, searching for the soundtrack of the night.

"Tonight feels like the kind of night for... electro-swing." He nodded to himself as he pulled out a Caravan Palace album. He didn't do electro-swing often, but every once and a while he really had a need to listen to it. Tonight was one of those once and a whiles.

He walked around the club and made sure everything was vacuumed and dusted off to his liking and straightened out some of the framed posters hanging on the wall. Then he took a step back and admired his handiwork. Job well done, Arnie. Job well done.

By the time he was done with everything, he looked back down at his watch. 8:00.

Time to open up for the night.


click for music

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 PostPosted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 6:12 pm Reply with quote        
Torelon was already sitting in his seat between the bar and the stage. It rarely gets used but he liked to be near the damn thing. He didn't know why alot of things are the way they are and he blamed the Creator for that.

As Arnie came down to clean before he opened Tor looked up from beer he poured himself. He did not know why Arnie bothered to clean, but it was his club and he could anything he wanted. He raised his glass when Arnie looked his way, and waited for him to finish cleaning before he distracted him.
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 PostPosted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 5:02 pm Reply with quote        
Arnold saw Torelon already seated as he entered the club, but chose to pay him no mind at the moment. He had things to get done before he could start socializing. He made his way up the seemingly endless staircase (honestly, why did she have to put the joint so far down?), unlocked the door, and turned on the neon sign. It reluctantly buzzed to life in it's usual manner. Arnold had tried multiple times to fix it, the sign ended up half-dead within an hour or so.

After walking all the way back down, he took his usual seat near the door and looked over at the angel-like being. "Do you ever leave this place?"


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 PostPosted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 10:29 pm Reply with quote        
Magda quietly strolled through the door, stopping initially to nod at Arnie, but stayed a moment to decipher what music Arnie had chosen tonight. She narrowed her eyes, before mentally shaking herself when she realized that it wasn't going to help her hear better.

"Huh," she smirked at Arnie. "Aren't you just full of little surprises." She smiled, nodding to Torean at his table, before taking her seat at the end of the bar. She set her cloth bag on the bar, leaning over the counter and looking both ways. "Hm. No Max tonight?" she called without looking up.


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 PostPosted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 7:41 am Reply with quote        
"The real question is do YOU ever leave. I have been here much longer than you. But to answer you more directly, I got kicked out of strangefellows 4 hours ago. That damned Taylor threw me out. Well he didn't throw me out I just didn't want to deal with his mother."

"Speaking of mothers what ever happened to that couch your mom gave you." He said as he nodded back to the Fae.
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 PostPosted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 10:59 am Reply with quote        
"Max will be around a bit later. He's off with his girlfriend." Arnold looked over at Magda first. "He told me about this a week or so ago, so I'm not too upset." He grinned. "Bar's just opening a little later than usual. Then again, that doesn't matter to some." He shot a look over at Tor.

"And as for the couch, I gave it to Max. He needed a new couch more than I do, and I like my old one too much." He sat down on the red naugahyde sofa near the door. That was his seat, and nobody took it. It wasn't too comfy, but that was to remind him that he had a job to do and couldn't spend all of his time sitting.


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 PostPosted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 11:08 am Reply with quote        
"Shady alleyways," Ana muttered, stomping down some unknown street, "Why the hell are there so many shady alleyways?" Ana had been stomping (it's almost impossible to NOT stomp in her boots) around Chicago for the past seven hours, looking for a new place to stay. The couch she'd been occupying for the past few weeks had been starting to stink. This wasn't actually Ana's fault, but the fault of the flatulence demon that she freeloading with. Her protective enchantments could only withstand a certain amount of stink.

"Hey girlie," someone whispered from yet ANOTHER shady alleyway, and Ana's patience snapped. The man stepped forward to grab Ana's arm, but a flock of demonic bats flew out of Ana's sleeve to swarm the man's face. Ana continued walking without looking back.

"Ugh, fuck it," She grumbled, and pulled a small scrap of paper from her pocket. In an untidy scrawl, it read, 'Arnie's Place, Chicago, jazz club. Shady alleyway, flashing Open sign. Be really exasperated.' Ana was indeed exasperated. She turned back, and started stomping down random shady alleyways. In a surprisingly short amount of time, probably because Ana was extremely exasperated, she ran across a flashing open sign. She shoved the door open, briefly scanned the plaque of rules, and entered the actual club.

"Er...I'm looking for a guy called Arnie," She said to the nearest person, "A douchebag called John Cutter sent me here."

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 PostPosted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 7:37 am Reply with quote        
Arnold was in his usual seat near the door when the new girl walked in. He would have waited a bit to introduce himself to her, but then she had to say his name. He sighed and got up from his couch. "I'm Arnie. Pleased to meetcha. Take a seat anywhere for now. The barkeep will be here in a few, not that that matters to some." He looked over at the Fallen Angel at the bar.

"So, Mr. Cutter sent you, eh?" He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he can be pretty high and mighty, but he's not too bad a guy. I owe him a lot after that last time. I prefer not to talk about it. Anyways, whaddaya want and how can I help you get that?"


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 PostPosted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 9:04 am Reply with quote        
Tor looked up from his Abbots Ale. "John Cutter is a douche! He is a pretentious asshole who believes he is all high and mighty because he is working with that dick......Rafael."

"And you Arnie, I may steal drinks and come when I want and never leave and destroy the bar every once in a while. But i fix it." Tor then went back to his ale and smiled.
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 PostPosted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 10:27 am Reply with quote        
"Rafael...you mean Gabriel?" Ana said to the tall one at the bar. "That's the name he was yammerin' on about when I met him. Anyway," she faced the demon, "I dunno if you can help, but I've been looking for a place to stay that isn't already inhabited by something foul-smelling, and I'm not asking for help with that, but right now I really need a place to stay for the night, and a large amount of alcohol. Any chance you can help me out with that? Oh, I'm Ana, by the way." She shook the demon's hand, then pulled a chair over and sat down in it heavily. She swung her backpack off and dumped it on the floor.

"Oh, question about the rules," Ana said suddenly, "It says 'No Violence' because violence isn't chill or something, but how come the tall guy over there can break the bar? That seems rather...not chill."

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