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asgardmeridiem2013-05-20 03:02 pm
ex_outofcontrol435) wrote in asgardmeridiem2013-05-20 03:02 pm
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[open] if you don't shut your mouth, you're gonna feel the floor.
Who: John Allerdyce and, perhaps, you.
What: Crossing the line and getting his ass fired.
When:Night 267
Where: Baldr, either at the bar or wandering.
Rating: PG-13 for John's mouth and potential violence, will mark up if needed.
[They knew that he drank on shift. They knew that he mouthed off customers and occasionally even told them to get right the fuck out of the bar. But they were strapped for employees, so they held onto him.
Until he got extremely loaded on this particular evening and started - or attempted to start - a fistfight with his boss. The large, burly man had just enough colour to be angry, so he joined in gladly, and it got to the point where Pyro had to pull his knife. One long cut up his boss's bicep later, Pyro's ass was out on the street.
You can find him:
A) Standing in the open doorway of the small bar, hollering abuse at the owner/bouncer who just threw him out, his arms and face badly bruised and a slight list to his walk;
or
B) Wandering through Baldr with a fresh bottle in his hand, a steady stream of muttered annoyance trailing behind him. There may be shadows of bruising left, but they'll be hard to make out in the darkness.
It's hard being Pyro, damnit. So much manpain, so little time.]
What: Crossing the line and getting his ass fired.
When:Night 267
Where: Baldr, either at the bar or wandering.
Rating: PG-13 for John's mouth and potential violence, will mark up if needed.
[They knew that he drank on shift. They knew that he mouthed off customers and occasionally even told them to get right the fuck out of the bar. But they were strapped for employees, so they held onto him.
Until he got extremely loaded on this particular evening and started - or attempted to start - a fistfight with his boss. The large, burly man had just enough colour to be angry, so he joined in gladly, and it got to the point where Pyro had to pull his knife. One long cut up his boss's bicep later, Pyro's ass was out on the street.
You can find him:
A) Standing in the open doorway of the small bar, hollering abuse at the owner/bouncer who just threw him out, his arms and face badly bruised and a slight list to his walk;
or
B) Wandering through Baldr with a fresh bottle in his hand, a steady stream of muttered annoyance trailing behind him. There may be shadows of bruising left, but they'll be hard to make out in the darkness.
It's hard being Pyro, damnit. So much manpain, so little time.]
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He straightens up, brushing down his shirt and using all of his remaining energy not to wince, eyes smouldering.]
Regret it? I'll make you regret everything you said tonight. All of us will. I do have a pack, and they're not gonna like your attitude about us. So I'd watch your back for awhile.
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[He takes a confident step forward, angry, arrogant.]
You're not the only one with a pack. And, uh- mine? [Isaac leans in a little, like he's telling a secret.] We've beaten a lot tougher things than a few kids playing make believe. So I don't really care what you think your stupid little friends are capable of. [He moves back again, straightening his jacket. He'll be keeping that knife.]
Next time you threaten me, I'll kill you.
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He's finally got the power, and he can't stop laughing at how good it feels.]
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So he's just going to shrug and leave. Sorry for helping, bro.]