Hello all, I'm a friend of Maxine's from the old MXO days, and was doing some running around with Maxine, HammerSkald, and Eron the other night. Had a good time, and thought I would take a peek into looking to sign on here.
Hope to hear from you all later.
Dru
She shook off the rain as she stepped into the doorway of the old run down bar. Looking back at the muted street lights reflecting off the black wet asphalt she fought off a little shiver, wondering why on earth she decided to leave the big metropolis that had been her home for the last 6 years. She smirked lightly, knowing Maxine had to have a big part to play in it. It wasn't that they were ever intimate, but it was a friendly voice, and that at times was all that was needed.
Besides, could it be any worse? Everyone else had moved on anyways. What is the difference in one city and the next when you don't know anyone? Turning her gaze back into the bar as she strode in she saw two basic types of people. Those that paid any notice, and those that tired not too. She grinned and ran her hand back through her wet purple locks, the sighed softly. "So why this bar Maxine?"
Calmly she strode over to a small corner table near the jukebox, taking notice as she approached that it had probably been sometime between 1973 and 83 when the thing last worked, not that it bothered her that much. This crowd sitting here in the smoke choked darkness probably wasn't too hip to hear anything by the Bee Gee's anyways. Lifting the guitar case she was carrying she gently set it down on the table, hearing the loud pop of the latches echo across the close confines of the bar as she flipped them up. Levering the case lid back, she took out the old axe, sitting down and leaning back against the brick wall, she closed her eyes lightly, then with a free hand wisked away some of the damp drops still clutching at the hem of her short skirt.
Lightly she played out a few soft melodic cords, gathering a few looks from patrons that earlier had been trying to ignore her. Pausing to collect he thoughts briefly, the door to the bar suddenly flew open with a crack of lightning as an Enforcer waltzed into the bar with their usual bravado. She had seen their type before, as well as the aftermath of their usual raids. She shook her head slightly catching a glimpse of an individual in a far corner booth trying his damndest not to be seen.
With almost a light playful grin she started into the song. The irony almost seemed fitting as her melodic voice started off into the lyrics for 'Hero of the Day' and she could even see a patron or two grin at the irony of her selection. She was barely into the third verse when the Rent-a-cop was finishing his pass of the bar and saw his quarry in the corner. As he lunged for the man in the corner a cell phone went flying with a frantic voice on the other end exclaiming that back up was on the way.
The criminal grappled with the Enforcer, knocking his weapon away as the scuffle suddenly errupted into a full fledged brawl. In the course of their fight the 'forcer was shoved back towards her, getting knocked back over the table, his feet striking heavily against the guitar cracking the frame, and knocking the two of them to the floor. With a curse she stood up, spun, a roundhouse kick catching the temple of the 'forcer as he rose to his feet, leveling him back to the floor in the same instant the door to the bar was kicked open from the outside.
With a deft movement, her foot planted on the neck of the new floor mat as her hands drew out two pistols from concealed holsters up under her skirt, one pointed at the cops head, the other towards the silhouette in the door frame. She grinned, lifting the revolver pointed at the door. "Heya Maxie. You're late." She grinned down at the struggling cop clutching at her ankle, the other pistol still leveled at his right eye. "And you owe me a new guitar."
Hope to hear from you all later.
Dru
She shook off the rain as she stepped into the doorway of the old run down bar. Looking back at the muted street lights reflecting off the black wet asphalt she fought off a little shiver, wondering why on earth she decided to leave the big metropolis that had been her home for the last 6 years. She smirked lightly, knowing Maxine had to have a big part to play in it. It wasn't that they were ever intimate, but it was a friendly voice, and that at times was all that was needed.
Besides, could it be any worse? Everyone else had moved on anyways. What is the difference in one city and the next when you don't know anyone? Turning her gaze back into the bar as she strode in she saw two basic types of people. Those that paid any notice, and those that tired not too. She grinned and ran her hand back through her wet purple locks, the sighed softly. "So why this bar Maxine?"
Calmly she strode over to a small corner table near the jukebox, taking notice as she approached that it had probably been sometime between 1973 and 83 when the thing last worked, not that it bothered her that much. This crowd sitting here in the smoke choked darkness probably wasn't too hip to hear anything by the Bee Gee's anyways. Lifting the guitar case she was carrying she gently set it down on the table, hearing the loud pop of the latches echo across the close confines of the bar as she flipped them up. Levering the case lid back, she took out the old axe, sitting down and leaning back against the brick wall, she closed her eyes lightly, then with a free hand wisked away some of the damp drops still clutching at the hem of her short skirt.
Lightly she played out a few soft melodic cords, gathering a few looks from patrons that earlier had been trying to ignore her. Pausing to collect he thoughts briefly, the door to the bar suddenly flew open with a crack of lightning as an Enforcer waltzed into the bar with their usual bravado. She had seen their type before, as well as the aftermath of their usual raids. She shook her head slightly catching a glimpse of an individual in a far corner booth trying his damndest not to be seen.
With almost a light playful grin she started into the song. The irony almost seemed fitting as her melodic voice started off into the lyrics for 'Hero of the Day' and she could even see a patron or two grin at the irony of her selection. She was barely into the third verse when the Rent-a-cop was finishing his pass of the bar and saw his quarry in the corner. As he lunged for the man in the corner a cell phone went flying with a frantic voice on the other end exclaiming that back up was on the way.
The criminal grappled with the Enforcer, knocking his weapon away as the scuffle suddenly errupted into a full fledged brawl. In the course of their fight the 'forcer was shoved back towards her, getting knocked back over the table, his feet striking heavily against the guitar cracking the frame, and knocking the two of them to the floor. With a curse she stood up, spun, a roundhouse kick catching the temple of the 'forcer as he rose to his feet, leveling him back to the floor in the same instant the door to the bar was kicked open from the outside.
With a deft movement, her foot planted on the neck of the new floor mat as her hands drew out two pistols from concealed holsters up under her skirt, one pointed at the cops head, the other towards the silhouette in the door frame. She grinned, lifting the revolver pointed at the door. "Heya Maxie. You're late." She grinned down at the struggling cop clutching at her ankle, the other pistol still leveled at his right eye. "And you owe me a new guitar."
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I was actually a member of the Sirens since beta, running with the Merovingian crowd.
