ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Lucky Laki Malakis
Anibell
Out of all the places, even after considering her quick rising star and where it had taken it, she had never thought she would end up here: The Afterlife. The legendary club of mercenaries, where various legends were said to have made their start and have their regular tipple and work. The solo and merc world was still new to her having only dipped her toe in through the nomads who occasionally took jobs from the fixers, she had even been a central figure in such worlds to earn a reputation as hire. It made her wonder what possessed the person to send an invitation for her to join the group. Could be through her fame as an actress, she supposed, her choice to go and research the nomads was well published and some of her jobs were commented upon by the media. Still, as said, not like she really impressed on mission.
That curiosity was what made her decide to see what it was all about despite the nomads not really being keen for her to join, at least the couple who really started to look at her as family. She took a deep breath and refocused, getting back into character as Anibelle. Anibelle was tough enough to get in there and face down all those mercenaries despite her inexperience in the world. She stilled her look and entered, climbing down the stairs towards the guarded door. The bouncer bulk covered the door, the unmovable wall she suspected many try to get by and failed miserable. She walked up to him without fear, meeting his gaze and holding with a cold look as if she towered him, rather than the very evident reverse of the situation.
"Name." The bouncer said simply crossing his arms. His read was unreadable, though she suspected he was doing some acting of his own. She wondered what he was when not on duty, where did he go home to and to who and what allows him to enter this mode and do day to day. Still sadly she had to go on to her job.
"Anibelle. Here to see an Eddie." She replied simply as she placed a hand on her hips.
"Hmm." He replied and there were a few seconds of silence where she would swear that he saw his eye turn blue before he nodded and stepped aside. "He is the table on the left side. You can't miss him."
She walked through, barely acknowledging what the bouncer said. A little cruel, but her character was indeed very aloof, trying a little too hard to be tough. She took a few steps until she had most of the cub in view and looked around, noticing the large bar area and the series of tables on the left. Not sure what she felt about this place, it seems to wearing it history as morgue on its sleeve and the mechanical style was certainly appropriate, but she found it a little oppressive. She showed little of her thought as she noticed the collection of misfits in on one table. It seemed like the most likely group for her and she wondered how to approach it. She would go directly or go get a drink first at the bar. Scouting the place out to be sure.
She might have stood there a few seconds too long, and so she began to feel self-conscious. She quickly moved to the bar and order a drink, a basic larger. She had tried to develop a taste for something stronger for her role but she did not quite develop a taste for something like whiskey. She figured it was based to remain simple rather than try something stronger and seem idiotic. As she waited, she peeked at the table, trying to confirm whether it was the people she was looking for.
