Gintama | RP

Carl

Carl

Not A Llama...

" Kuuuaahhhh-Meeeehhhh-Huuuaaahhhh-Meeehh-HAAAAAAAAAA "


" Crap, another fail... Well, no worries, someday .... someday .... I'll be like GOKU! "


With that thought in mind Sakata Gintoki walked to the fridge and took out his favorite drink and his breakfast....


Strawberrymilk and a bar of chocolate.


" Haaaaa, breakfast for champions! " He said to nobody, well, maybe he said it Sadaharu who just yawned in response and fell back asleep.


Just as he was about to drink the door busted open and an old granny came flying towards him with her leg stretched in front of her, hitting him in the face. Nearly unconscious he could feel his head wobbling back and forth as the granny shook him by his white vest, he could hear her, far away in the distance.


' Gintokiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, you good for nothing-strawberrymilkdrinking-whitehaired-deadfisheyed-bastard, WHERE IS MY RENT ?! '


Luckily for Gintoki, Sadaharu came to his rescue by sneaking up from behind and biting down on Otose's head with a loud 'GNOM'. Sakata took advantage of this situation to grab his sword and run the hell out of there. He could hear a bonebreaking bodyslam from behind him and without looking he knew Otose had shook Sadaharu off so he jumped off the balcony, fall flat on his face, and keep running.


' Sakaataaaaaaaa, you better come back with money or elseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... '


After running for a good 5 more minutes, Gintoki found himself wandering aimlessly through Kabukicho until he saw the big, bright sign outside the gambling hall and after checking his belongings...A string / A green, plastic soldierfigurine / A popsickle / Enough cash for a candybar, he decided to fight his sweettooth and went in the gambling hall.


There he met Kana, one of the Four Daevas of Kabukicho, which basicly means she's one of the four people that 'owns' Kabukicho. He swiftly used his ( non-existant ) ninjutsu and conceiled himself, behind a plant, while wobbling himself along with the plant from the entrance to the slot-machines.


Guard1: ' Miss Kana, should we throw him out? '


Kana: ' Let that lowlife be, for now. '


Smirking, convinced he had fooled Kana and her faction, he set himself behind the machine and started gambling. It must have been a blue moon 'cause he won a hell of alot of money before being thrown out for causing a ruckus, kissing everyone unfortunate enough to be near him, laughing like a maniac and shouting to himself in oblivious extacy.


" **** yeah, I got enough to pay off the old bat! "


" But then again ... first some celebration time.... "


After a while of walking with his head held high for once, he bursted through the door of a club and shouted:


" TOURNEE GENERALE .... I kid, I would never pay for you lowlife losers. "


He sat himself on a half-circle couch with a table in the middle and looked around while drinking his Don Perignon. He noticed a bunch of people he didn't knew and probably didn't want to know, although his eyes lingered for a while on an exotic-looking alien. Fiery orange hair and eyes contrasting with the calm blue skintone made him stare for a while until he lost interest and downed his Don Perignon in one go.


He looked around a bit more and noticed another alien, presumably the bartender, his looks alone would make anyone think twice about doing something stupid in this club, but he seemed to be on a cheerful basis with the regular customers.


' Aliens really have integrated alot with the humans...whether that's a good or bad thing is not up to me. ' He thought as flashes of the Alien War passed through his mind for a second.


' **** it, that's in the past. ' He said as he downed his 2nd glass.


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Note: That's his outfit that he nearly always wears. :)


 
The club was always open to those who wanted to party. During the day, the stranger crowd rolled in. The alien dancers took the stage, and the audience usually consisted with men who thought alien girls were hot. Although, with the looks of the exotic dancers, how could you help but agree? The club was sure that they're female employees were pleasing to the eyes.


Among the dancers on the stage was Xena. She wasn't like the other alien girls she danced with; she didn't need this job. She made enough money off of her hits to rent a nice condo. So why was she still here? Well, frankly, she liked the adrenalin rush.


The dancers were placed on stages throughout the club. Some were in cages hanging from the ceiling, some here perched only inches from the eager crowd, and several danced on an open stage. Xena was off to the right on the stage on a platform. She danced erotically to the pounding music, leaning down and running her hand into the crowd of observers. She would smile, wink, make eye contact she was taught. It gave the men false hope that she was singling them out.


While she danced, she laid eyes on a strange looking man she'd never seen before. Obviously, he was new to the club seen. He was dressed in some kind of robes, much different from the flashy clothes of many clubbers. Xena smiled, chuckling to herself at the odd sight.
 
Kurik leaned on the bar,and looked at the new guy in the eyes. "So,kid. You don't look like a big spender;why the chamaigne?" He quirked a smirk,he was being friendly,but at the same time dropping some sagely advice. He found that this was happening a lot lately. I should've been a shrink.


He looked around,and saw that the other drinkers were in no danger of getting stupid,and let his eyes drift to the stage. He instantly caught sight of the newest dancer,Xena. How could he have missed her? No one else has hair the colour of fire. He shaken himself back to reality,knowing that the drunks could degenerate into violence at the drop of a pin,and his attention was once again focused on the new kid sitting in front of him.
 
Moving quietly off on the side of the road, sword on back, fan in belt, looking for a semi clear place to set up, the young demon walked. She'd been doing it for about an hour now, and still hadn't found any place good enough, either it was too crowded, to empty, or just too little space for her to feel comfortable in. With a sigh, Cela Itaru leaned against a wall of something like a bar or what ever it was. With a raised eyebrow, she watched various people go in, a lot of the alien kind, which picked up her interest quite a lot.


With a simple sliding move, she was inside, following behind a rather large human that smelled rather unpleasing. Inside, she found a spot away from people, but at the perfect position to just sit and watch. She was particularly drawn towards the dancer, how odd that they moved like that and yet people seemed to like it, if not give them money from time to time. With a small laugh to herself, she looked back at all the different people, some drunk, some not, some rather freaky, others just boring. As Cela propped her head up with her arm, she had to make a small face, and wonder to herself why she even bothered entering.
 
Coro walked down the street, and closed his eyes, a knowing grin on his face.


He spun around in a circle, his cape/cloak thing twirling around him. He stuck his arm out, and flicked his finger out.


It ended up pointing at a club/bar thing.....


Coro groaned.


He always went on impulse, and thinking twice was unmanly. But, he didn't like drinking. It inhibited his ability to make manly decisions.


He shook his head, thinking to himself that he didn't have to drink alcohol.


Opening the doors, and spotting a variety of people, he smiled.


I'll find a samurai for sure in here! He thought to himself.


Walking up to the bar, he spoke rather loudly to the bartender (Rid's charry).


"Hey, one strawberry milk, please!" He grinned as he asked.
 
Kurik looked at yet another newcomer,another human male,then stepped aside,gesturing to the drinks behind the counter. "Do you see any milk back here,kid?" There wasn't a single drop of milk back there;the only non alcoholic drinks he served were water and Virgin variants of mixed drinks.
 
Coro leaned over the counter, closer to the bartender.


"Strawberry milk is the manliest drink in existence! A bar, where manlitude thrives, should carry this almighty beverage!" He explained, with wild gestures and fanciful diction.


Sitting back down normally, he sighed.


"Gimme some water then." He asked, putting a dollar bill on the counter for the barkeep'e trouble.
 
Kurik chuckled,and fetched a glass of water for the man. He slid the drink to him and swept up the money in one swift movement,and slid it into the tips jar;water was served free here. Meanwhile,nearly all of the patrons at the bar were sniggering,if not outright pointing and laughing,all at this new guy's expense. Kurink tutted,and said to him, "Might wanna tone it down. I had to break up brawls that started over less."
 
Coro raised an eyebrow.


"I didn't pay for the drink." He said knowingly. "It's wrong to let any deed go un-repaid between men." He explained, ignoring the chortles and chuckles of the other men.


"Also, men don't laugh at men. Obviously, by laughing at me, the Mighty Coro, Wielder of the sacred Ginryu, you laugh at your pathetic weakness! Just who the hell do you think I am?" He asked, addressing the other patrons, the long katana at his waist clinking on the floor as he stood up, gulping down the water.
 
kiro walked down the street looking at his watch then looking around spotting a bar then he looked back at his watch his i getting wider and wider untill the large hand hit 6 then he smiled and entered the bar. he only knew one face in the bar the white haired samurai. kiro spotted another loud and obnoxious man with a cape and said to himself that its not his problem now he was off work and ready to start drinking. he sat at the bar "can i get the largest beer you got man" he propt his head up with his hands and waited
 
"I think your an annoying twit with a childish attitude." Cela said coldly, glaring at the man who had claimed to be the Mighty Coro. Arrogant human, but then again, what human wasn't?
 
Coro smiled.


"Ah, what do you know about manliness, woman?" He asked dimissively, not really caring if she answered or not.
 
Kurik nodded at another human who walked in. Man,humans are coming out of the woodwork,today. He pulled a massive 1.5 litre bottle of stout beer from tbehind the counter,held it back,and asked, "Are you reputed to have the constitution of an ox? Furthermore,what kind of drunk are you? I'm asking these questions for your safety,and the safety of those around you." His attention was drawn,momentarily,to another altercation;a half-demoness was arguing with "The Great Mighty Coro". Kurik brought his attention back to the newcomer,as he brought one hand behind the counter,resting his fingers on the pool cue.
 
"That you lack it. A real man wouldn't speak back to a woman like that in such a disrespectful way." Cela said, voice gaining more ice to it than the last time. "In fact, manliness isn't proclaimed by oneself, it's shown in the respect others give. And tell me boy, how is that going for you?"
 
iro looked at kurik and smiled "i have the consitution of a man that drinks to much for his age and falls asleep" kiro laughed and held out a golden card that contained money "but if you ask me these two here might make me come back on duty if i haft to break it up" kiro said with a tear knowing that he would haft to do hours of paper work for the both of them meaning no drinking
 
Coro smiled wide.


A chance to teach, he thought.


"That, woman, is where you are wrong. Manliness is derived from one's actions. These actions are simply either manly, or not. For men, to live is to be alive! To be alive to be manly!" He proclaimed, smiling, his strange sunglasses tinting with the dim light of the club.


"And trust me, I know disrespecting women is unmanly. I simply called you what you are. A woman. You're obviously smart, and grown-up. And female. Therefore, woman." He explained, lowering his sunglasses enough so she could see his own eyes, which were devoid of any negative thought, emotion, or intention.


He wasn't the kind of guy to lie...
 
Kurik smiled,and shook his head. "Don't worry,officer. You won't have to go back on duty. If anything happens,all I'll ask of you is to look in the opposite direction while I sort things out. Now..." He set the beer bottle down beside the officer,and produced what appeared to be a waiver,and a pen. "I'm required to have you sign this before I open the bottle,officer." He once again glanced over to Coro and the half-demoness. It looked like Coro broke off the conversation. He shrugged,but kept his fingers on the cue stick,just in case.
 
kiro signed the paper " I'll accept that just dont kill them and we are straight" kiros eyes turned into stars as he picked up the massive beer and started to drink it then he slammed it on the table and wiped his lip "that is a great brew there" he leaned back and laughed
 
Kurik taken back the waiver and pen,then inserted the waiver into a box under the counter. "Wasn't planning on going THAT far." He pulled a bottle opener from his belt,and popped off the cap. "Enjoy. If you are injured,or if your well-being is otherwise compromised as a direct result of imbibing this beer,we cannot be held responsible."
 
Cela's black and red eyes narrowed for a moment, "Boy, you don't quite get what I'm saying. Your actions, what causes them to be viewed as manly and not arrogant or showy. Respect. And let me tell you, yelling at people, mocking them for their own weaknesses, well frankly my child, it makes you look like a bit of an ass. As far as calling me woman goes, it's disrespectful in itself, even with the best intentions. " Shrugging, she simply put five dollars on the counter for a drink she never ordered and pointed to the dancer with fiery hair while looking towards the barkeeper," You know what that Miss's name is Sir?"
 
kiro held his hand out over the bar "im kiro taverson special unit member of the police and you be sir" with his other hand kiro took another drink of the beer
 
Meanwhile, Xena had taken a break from the stage and let another dancer take her place. She'd been up there for a couple hours, sweating under the hot lights. After a refreshing trip to the bathroom to was her face, reapply make-up, and spritz herself down with perfume, she headed over to the bar to see what the cat had drug in. It looked like an interesting crowd tonight.


Xena arrived silently, catching the argument that was taking place. The kid talking about 'manliness'. After a while, she just couldn't withhold herself. Xena began to laugh. When she finally got control of herself, she smirked.


"That guy is never gonna get laid," She said, spoken like a true stripper.
 
Kurik chuckled at Xena's remark as she walked to the bar. "To answer your question,officer Taverson,her name's Xena. I've heard some people call her 'The Torch'." His eyes strayed to her vibrant orange hair. "I think you can guess why." He turned to face Xena,and asked, "So,what'll it be,Xena?"
 
"I'll take two pina coladas, one with rum, and a virgin for our little friend here," She smirked at Mr. Manly Man after ordering the most feminine drink possible for him.
 
Kurik laughed uproariously,but quickly caught himself. "Alright,two coladas;one straight,one kiddie." Kurik turned around,releasing the pool cue,and mixed the drinks with astounding speed and fluidity. He returned,and handed the drinks to the respective imbibers;the virgin pina colada had a phosphorecent pink umbrella in it,while Xena's had an orange umbrella,to match her hair. "Fifteen."
 
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