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Colosseum After Hours Bar & Lounge [NO SIGN-UP REQUIRED]

Floyd glances over at the quiet being. "You too? He asks, pulling out a wrench with bone stuck in the grind.
 
"Christ. Everyone here's gone nuts. Haven't they?" He mutters. "I just witnessed about fifty robot-thing kisses. I don't even KNOW. A normal person would be a praise-worthy breakthrough."
 
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"I wouldn't exactly call myself 'normal.'" He laughs. "But yeah, it is bizarre to see robots kiss."
 
Floyd manages to get rid of the hunk of skull stopping the jaws, and he holsters the large skull-cracking wrench. He turns around on his stool, tilting his head to the side, his slicked back blonde hair dipping down to the side.


"I don't ever really recall seeing you here. What's your name? I'm Floyd. Floyd Rosathain."
 
"Applyin', or fightin'?" He asks, grabbing the non-alcoholic beverage and downing most of it. "I got a rejected application. I'm nothing special I guess. Just a genius with too much money and time on his teenage hands."





He scanned the now wreck of a bar with his green eyes. He felt bad for all of the workers.
 
"Clever. Clever. I've been bored of late. Maybe we should team up sometime. I may look like just some skinny white teenager. And you're right, I am. But I'll surprise you."
 
"heh. I suppose so. Although you definitely look more, physical? I think that's what I'm going for. What'd you do? You a physic? Bladesman?" He gave his bag a slight kick, pulling a fallen red suspender back up over his shoulder





FIX'D @BELL
 
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(Tall, thin, feathery black hair, haunted purple eyes, pale skin, precise hands with long, dexterous fingers, always has his coat with him.)
 
''all those people think we're weird...'' Jack says in a lowtone.


D-12 get's into his car. ''that's better''
 
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The doors to the bar and lounge opened and in stepped Melanie Stryder. She blew at a peice of hair hanging over her face and adjusted the crossbow over her shoulder before walking in, her thick heeled boots thudding against the floors, and taking a seat at the bar. Her crossbow hit the bar with a small thump and she pushed it over a little to make way for her elbows. They went up, and now she eyed the many cases and bottles on the glass shelves behind the bar. "What to drink.....," she muttered. She breathed in and each drinks scent wafted towards her, informing her. "Hmmm....nah, not that strong..."
 
Floyd snorted, "Where'd the rest of your clothes go?" He asked, fixing his collar. "The strip club is downtown."
 

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