Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-5426254-20151017040809

''You don't mind if I re-establish everything, do you? -GL'' -- The seedy hive in Vale's industrial district was coming to life in the late afternoon, with its derelict buildings, exposed cracks and boarded-up windows, and the rotting smell of piss and booze in the streets, as the skies began to turn dark with an indigo blue.

The people there certainly didn't help to improve its image, with the daily fights from the working-class men and women, with their muddied clothes and roughshod accents, along with prostitutes of all kinds, now opening up shop in this time of day.

And in that industrial district was the Bright Burrow bar, a brick building with a flickering neon sign that contrasted the sleek, high-tech appearance of the CCT.

Standing outside the Bright Burrow was the young Huntsman-In-Training Vert Jacobs, who looked at the coordinates on his Scroll:

The Bright Burrow, Industrial District, 5:00 PM

The man dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, coupled with a roughened green jacket was here after accepting a mission from a man named "Dirtnap". He wanted to succeed in the name of justice after encountering Selena Schiess, and Memories several weeks later. He wanted to succeed, to prove himself, to vindicate his vocation of bringing justice and enforcing order with the defeat of this "Crimson Devil" after both of these nights had ended in failure!

As he looked up, he saw a big, menacing bouncer in front of the bar. The bouncer seemed tense, looking at the young man's weapons. He wasn't going to some punk messing up the bar and trying to get away with it!

"What do you want, kid?"

"I'm here on business. You got a problem with that?"

The two stared at each other with their eyes narrowed, for a long time. Eventually, the bouncer, seeing as he was no threat, had to let him in, as a staff member dressed in with pseudo-bunny ears, with a revealing outfit consisting of a swallowtailed vest and a miniskirt, complete with garterbelt, fishnet leggings, heels, and a collared, red bowtie, holding a VIP guest list stepped outside.

"Hi, welcome to the Bright Burrow, sir! Where would you like to be seated today?"

"The VIP lounge, miss. As I told him, I'm here on business," Vert explained, in a calm tone.

"O-Kay," the girl replied. "Do you have a reservation?"

"I'm with the Morning Marlin's Messenger, miss. He sent me here."

"Okay, Morning Marlin's Messenger...ah! Here's a spot! Right away, sir."

While they were walking, the two noticed the interior of the bar, with brick walls, a dartboard with several darts on it, along with several patrons playing pool.The bartender was inspecting the last of his glasses, all of which now sparkled like diamonds.

I've never cared much for moonlit skies, I never wink back at fire-flies,

The bar was filled with a slow-paced, yet humble atmosphere with the smooth melodies of jazz and the blues, played by a band of both humans and Faunus. On the other side was a stage with poles, and purple curtains, where burlesque dancers now danced on, one sitting on a piano with a microphone in her hand.

But now that the stars are in your eyes, I'm beginning to see the light!

While a few patrons were hammered out of sorrow or hedonism, the rest of the bar was filled with merry people playing games and chatting it up about how their lives went. And the audience, from all walks of life, was smiling as the band immediately changed their melody for their next verse.

I've never went in for afterglow, or candlelights on the mis-tle-toe,

But now when you turn, the lamp down low, I'm beginning to see the light!

The crowd then cheered as they lifted their hats, and sent bills towards the stage as the dancers kicked their legs into the sky, and began delivering a performance for the front row.

Used to ramble through the park, shadowboxing in the dark,

Then you came and caused a spark, that the four-alarm fire now!

They cheered harder as they were swooned when a shirtless man with toned muscular torso wearing nothing but a blazer and dress pants walked on the stage, his low, crooning voice mesmerized the crowds and sending their hearts fluttering.

I've never made love by lantern-shine, I've never saw rainbows in my wine,

But now that your lips are burning mine, I'm beginning to see the light!

Vert smiled as the burlesque dancers and crooners bowed to the approval of the crowd, signified by cheers, hollers, and wolf whistles. The crowd was a rather rowdy, but also a humble and heartwarming one.

"Sir?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. I was a little bit distracted there."

The interior of the velvet-trimmed lounge was filled with upper-class patrons wearing suits and dresses, getting stupidly drunk and/or singing bad karaoke. And their booth was filled with a coaster, with some menus.

"Here's your table sir. Do you want anything to drink?"

"Let's start off with a tonic first."

Vert took a look at the staff member once more, and realized that she had to deal with quite a rowdy environment that would turn south for everyone, herself included once an altercation broke out. Out of pity and of arousal, he handed her some bills of Lien and said: "You know what? Consider it thanks - for a lot of things around here."

As he sat beside a graying, mustachioed old man wearing an olive green military blazer, red-striped hat on the table, the relative silence of the lounge was broken as a group of three young girls barged in, causing a lot of noise with their torrential chatter.

Included in the troupe was a diminutive young girl with ox horns and an oversized axe, along with her chatty acquaintance with a butterfly clip.

Last, but not least, was an old archnemesis of his; a barefoot, tattooed girl with a distinctly patchwork cybernetic arm with fingers sharp as knives, the one who thwarted his opportunity for justice by assisting in Selena's escape.

As he tried to block out the chatter while reigniting his hatred of the criminally insane zealot of his new partner, he had one thing left on his mind that he so desperately wanted to speak out from:

"Oh, joy." -- 'Music: Duke Ellington - I'm Beginning to See The Light (Original, Ella Fitzgerald, and Michael Buble covers)