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[don't make up the name of the bar, please] |
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[Okay..]
I glance around the area I am in as the wind continuous bursts ruffle my trenchcoat. I see a bar in the distance and start trudging to it, attempting to step over water puddles as I make my way towords it. |
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[*Wind's not wind and *towards not towords] |
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I sit back in my chair, looking at the list of clients. I sit forward, and begin sketching a floorplan for a middle class family. |
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Lance Hewitt -
Lance grimaced as he looked at the next page in the magazine, seeing it would be a good deal of reading. So he set it down, reckoning it was time to take a better look around at the West fence since he hadn't in awhile. He shoves the stock of his rifle into his shoulder, surveying the fence through the thermal optic since his eye isn't able to catch everything that moves throughout the forest alone. Hell, maybe he'd even see something interesting on this wall for once maybe. |
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Name:Ian Macintyre
Alias: [optional]
Age:32
Gender: Male.
Physical Appearance:He's pretty much your average Caucasian male. He's around 6'3 and he weighs around 220 pounds. He has medium length dirty blonde hair, which he doesn't bother styling. He's got a pretty well toned body, with a good amount of lean muscle. His arms are pretty long, resting slightly above his knees. He also has some pretty long legs, too. His torso is actually short, surprisingly. He would be considered an ectomorph. He has grey eyes. His face is mostly cleanshaven, with a bit of stubble. His teeth aren't so good looking, but they're not too bad. He's got a tattoo of a wolf head on his left shoulder.
Personality: He's a cautious fellow,not wanting to take risks, though he oddly seeks thrills. He's outgoing as well, he'd rather accept people than turn them away. He's also unpredictable, he makes a joke or two, then he becomes the most grim guy you'll ever meet.
Occupation: A bouncer for a bar.
Biography: (Apologies, I really suck at these.)
Other:If it needs improvement, let me know what needs fixing! |
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Name:Ian Macintyre1234567890
Alias: [optional]
Age:19
Gender: Male.
Physical Appearance:He's pretty much your average Caucasian male. He's around 6'3 and he weighs around 220 pounds. He has medium length dirty blonde hair, which he doesn't bother styling. He's got a pretty well toned body, with a good amount of lean muscle. His arms are pretty long, resting slightly above his knees. He also has some pretty long legs, too. His torso is actually short, surprisingly. He would be considered an ectomorph. He has grey eyes. His face is mostly cleanshaven, with a bit of stubble. His teeth aren't so good looking, but they're not too bad. He's got a tattoo of a wolf head on his left shoulder.
Personality: He's a cautious fellow,not wanting to take risks, though he oddly seeks thrills. He's outgoing as well, he'd rather accept people than turn them away. He's also unpredictable, he makes a joke or two, then he becomes the most grim guy you'll ever meet.
Occupation: A bouncer for a bar.
Biography: (Apologies, I really |
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[ Sgtextreme accepted. ]
[ Alexander Edwards ]
As you approach the bar a bright white and red sign confronts you. It reads 'POSITIVELY NO FIREARMS ALLOWED'.
There does not seem to be anyone searching you upon entry, though.
[ Tyler Jakes ]
You start to sketch out the blueprint, aiming for a more modern, circles and triangles look. A small, private plane flies by your building, landing in the royal airport just 14 kilometers about you.
[ Vince Silverback ]
(Lance Hewitt?)
You pass a cigar ad, then drop the magazine on the railing. Peering into the optic, you spot a herd of Grasharmanese boars, which is really a pest as of now. Behind the boars, though, you can see the white silhouette of a large cat, which seems to be sneaking up on the boars.
[ Ian Macintyre ]
(the real one)
The world around you appears to the back of the bar you work at, where the employees stay on break. You have merely your serrated flip knife with you, which is in your back pocket, right next to your wallet. Around you you can see many people drinking, obviously, and several gambling sessions. You also notice you have only four minutes left of break. |
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I lean back in my chair again, wondering why a plane was landing in the royal airport. |
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[ Tyler Jakes ]
You feel your cell phone blink on and off as you get a text. |
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I glance around the bar. It is sorta rundown and has cracks zigzagging across the ground and smells of sweat. I don't mind it though, I been going to these types of bars for roughly about six years now. I start towards the counter, in need of a stiff drink, nudging by people as I move along. I find a empty barstool and flop into it while pulling out and lighting a ci-gar. I take a puff out of it and blow it through my nose right before I start to speak. "What have you got to drink?" |
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I slip my phone out of my pocket, to view the text. |
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[ Alexander Edwards ]
"Oi, mate, could ye' not smoke in 'ere?" Pointing to a sign on his left flank. He has a light gray stubble, which compliments his bald head and berrbelly. He's wearing a red hoodie, which is really faded, along with cargo pants. |
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I take another puff of it and make a halo. "It's a phucking bar. Who owns a bar you can't smoke in?" I say in a aggrivated tone of voice. |
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[Alexander Edwards ]
"I do," his voice boomed, as he stirred a glass of a pink liquid, put a lemon onto it, and passed it to a middle-aged bearded guy in a beanie. |
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My brow furrows as I start getting more aggrivated. "Well that is if you can even call this piece of crap a bar." |
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[ Alexander Edwards ]
He merely ignores you, motioning to a body-builder looking man behind the counter.
You hear the sound of metal being hit, fairly hard, come from the far back, behind the kitchen area. |
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I laugh as he points to his bodyguard. "You think I am afraid of this barbarian?" I say while putting out the remainders of my cigar out on the bar. |
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[ Alexander Edwards ]
The man pulls out a mere cell phone, then tells you, "I'll let you have a minute before we call the civil guard. At that point, they can kick you out of here on their own." |
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I sigh and get up, yelling at the top of my lungs. "You damn panssy asses." I say as I walk towards the bars exit. |
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Ian
I'd fiddle with my knife, while keeping a close eye on the patrons. You never know if someone's gonna go bad. I sigh happily, realizing work is almost over. This job can be a real pain in the arse. |
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[ Alexander Edwards ]
You exit the bar untouched.
[ Ian Macintyre ]
The four minutes of break you have go by quickly, and a timer goes off. You should head over to the front door. |
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Ian
I slide my flip knife back into my back pocket, and I head over to the door and exit the bar. |
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[One question. Do I own a car?] |
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