Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140604041930/@comment-13593058-20140718033551

The sight of two newcomers did not disturb the drinking of the bleach haired woman, nor did the drinking habits of an obvious minor even came across as a concern to her.

The woman only cared for one thing, that was to drink until the night turns day.

Suddenly, a loud crash from the front of the establishment was heard. The door of the bar had been kicked completely off its hinges and obliterated into mere splinters of wood. Five men, all armed with simple metal crow bars and baseball bats with the exception of one carrying a rather common revolving pistol, came marching in. The sixth to enter was a slender man wearing full leather clothing decorated with metal spikes and buttons. He wore a pair of black biker gloves and a pair of aviator shades. His hair was short, ragged and roughly cut.

"Hey bitch!" the man shouted, seemingly directed to the end of the room where our three characters sat. "Remember when I said you'd regret whatchu did to me?! Well I'm here to pay you back!" Turning to the rest of the bar with a wide grin on his face, her proceeded to shout his demand. "Five grand to whoever puts this bitch down!"

The rest of the bar fell silent for half a second before quickly dropping their activities and scrambling for improvised weapons for the task.

Looking back at the woman, one could see that porcelain mask on the counter had disappeared, it rested snuggly between her crisp hair and clasped firmly onto her temple.

With what resembles a sigh, she stood up with perfect balance despite the ludicrous amount of drink she'd obviously had all the while grabbing the slender rod that accompanied her at one end.

Upon closer inspecting, one end of the clothed rod also had threads wrapping around it, creating a pattern.

Instantly, the woman whipped cloth lose, sending the cloth whirling around her like the winds of the sea, revealing an elegant moon-white blade. The rod was a beautiful white katana decorated with an equally beautiful white guard and at the pommel, the cloth that masked its beauty, hung as a long white ribbon trailing behind it.

The woman, not bothering to raise her blade, prepared for the onslaught to come to her.