'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:14:57 PM)
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'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:15:02 PM)
(?)
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:15:11 PM)
( I can be here?)
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 4:15:23 PM)
(Yeah. It's a bar primarily, the Elyisum is in back)
Maya De La Cruz (Apr 2, 2011 4:17:27 PM)
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Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 4:17:38 PM)
*Lost in a swarming sea of mortality, moving with them in time to the music like the natural ebb and flow of the ocean against the rocks. How he managed to fit in with the rough scene is anyones guess, and thou he was the obvious stand out for those with a keen eye, he was also the eye of a storm. Things seemed calmer, slower around him as he rolled with the beat, those around him, eyes closed against the blasting of the coloured light, arms raised as if reaching up towards the source of the music that threatened to bring down the entier establishment. He was as deep amoungst the rabble as he could be, but his predators eyes watched closeley... Eyeing the enterance and the exit. He didn't need blood... He just wanted it. Something new, something interesting to stir his pallet!*
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:20:41 PM)
(was on the phone for a sec there, sorry. catchn gup now)
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:22:46 PM)
*Pocket Mouse quirked her head as she came across the cottage looking place and the sign. (Jesus google the place its real and tiny) She couldn't believe the small english looking cottage surrounded by all the french victorian buildings of the quarter and headed on in. She's wearing her hair down, and had on a simply fitted gray t-shirt and a pair of torn jeans like in her url*
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 4:29:10 PM)
(There's a picture on the forums. It's a dump... They say it survived all the great fires, but looking at it I don't know if that's true. ;) ) *He rode the wave of people back and forth in the open area. Truth be told, while feeding in a dancing crowd like this would normaly be easy, the fact that the room was so tightly packed and so small meant that there was a good chance of geting caught... As fun as that sounded, he would have preffered a crowd he could get lost in afterwards. Running a hand through his hair he slipped through the gaps of life and up to the bar, leaning his back against it for a bit. Why didn't this town have any real underground?? Maybe it was his job to make that happen?... How awful, real work? Not his scene. He watched the new comer make her way inside, blue eyes locked on her for a moment... A fresh face? Delicious!*
Maya De La Cruz (Apr 2, 2011 4:29:36 PM)
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'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:34:20 PM)
*She had an unfiltered cigarette hanging from her very full bottom lip and seemed to give a look that you weren't sure was a pout of a scowl. She worked her way towards the bar and up nodded to the tender while she pulled out her fake ID, and a ten spot and waited until he could get to her to order a gin and tonic.*
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:34:57 PM)
(pm is bad peoples, beware. Only weird people with issues drink Gin. or so my father says)
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 4:37:24 PM)
(Your daddy is a jerk! *Sips his gin* Just like all fathers... *Bursts into tears*) *Well, time to prod the new meat. She moved up next to him and lay down her money and her ID. It never occured to him before, but she did look like she needed an ID in retropsect. Where he had been from, and when he had been from there, that kind of nonsense was scoffed at... The children drank because, sometimes, it was cleaner then the water. He grinned a lopsided grin at her and put his money next to hers* This ones on me, if you like.
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:40:32 PM)
*she shruged* spend it how you like. *She snuffed the cigarette out in a tray and then rested her elbows on the bar, back bent a little bit with her shoulder's hunched so that she was resting her head on her right shoulder, waiting for her drink and trying not to look at Mikhail..... Or smirk; but she was failing at both*
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 4:43:01 PM)
Oh c'mon. *He says with a playful pout* Pretty young lady like you must be used to guys like me buying you drinks, right? Throw me a bone, tell me your name... Just so I know I didn't just pay for a drink only to get totally brushed off, eh?
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:44:54 PM)
They calllll Me, (as if about to say Mr Tibs) Pocket Mouse... *she smiled sideways at him*
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:45:11 PM)
What do they *She looked around suspiciously* call you?
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 4:47:17 PM)
*Laughing a little, both at your joke and your strange name. When you ask what they call him...* Most of'em? "Master". *Waggling his eyebrows* But for present company, Michael's okay... Or Mike.. Mick, Mikey, I get the full range. *The drink is set down and he pushes his money forwards to make sure it's taken, nudging yours back towards you with his thumb* How'd you end up with a name like Pocket Mouse?
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:51:22 PM)
*she blinked* How does one end up with a name? *she smiled at the drink and sank the tip of her nose into the cup as she went for a long sip eagerly. She looked back over to you as if she was actually waiting for an answer*
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 4:54:00 PM)
*Giving you a dry look, he states the obvious.* Normaly, you burst forth from the womb and the doctor says: "What are you gonna call this screaming, bloody thing"... And then your mum says: "Nothing that sounds like a sex toy, that's for sure." *Giving you a playful wink at the end, he rolls one hand and rocks his head from side to side as he thinks* But a name like yours? I'm hopeing there's an amazing story behind it where you earnt some street cred by doing something related to either pockets, or mice.
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 4:58:11 PM)
I like you, Your funny! Its just my name. *she said with a smirk and had another sip, afterwards she asked* This place is definatly different isn't it?
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 5:00:21 PM)
If by different you mean "Squat, smelly, tightly packed with 80% losers and once owned by a crime family, hence it's fame"... Yeah! You should try getting high here, it's like punching a dolphin in the sack... Everyone wants to do it, but nobody is game enough. *snorts, folding his arms, looking a little disappointed in the whole scene.* You new to New Orleans? *He pronounces the full name, suggesting he isn't from here either.*
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 5:03:34 PM)
Oh, yeah... I've from out west. I learned yesterday that you can order a drink and carry it out into the streets, and saw a drive through liqor store.... it made me not want to drive in town. *smirk*
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 5:05:16 PM)
*He laughs a little, patting your back in sympathy* Don't worry, the only people at risk are the people on the sidewalk, the roads are surprisingly clear. What brings you to this flooded out, jerk water dump? You missed Mardi-Gras you know?... I saw 11 boobs... Poor girl.
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 5:07:32 PM)
She has eleven boobs? *blinks* that is something to see..... *pause* I supose... nah, I just thought it looked ... *smirk thinking about his previous comment* different and wanted to check it out. Its not too different inside than another bar I stopped at a few blocks ago
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 5:09:40 PM)
Yeah? Was that one big enough that you could get some pills, get lost in a corner and nobody would ask you to pull your pants up? *Scoffs* Cos if so, take me there! I'm seriously considering taking some money out and starting a decent underground club scene... Either everyone in this city hates me and wont tell me where the good parties are, or there are just litteraly none.
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 5:10:46 PM)
You stood in the corner *leaned and looked as she took a sip* with her pants down?
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 5:11:50 PM)
... Well, not the 11 boobed girl. I wouldn't have known where to being with her.
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 5:12:28 PM)
.... *seemed confused, but took another sip anyway, watching you*
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 5:13:23 PM)
*Laughs, shaking his head* Don't worry about it. What do you do for a living?
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 5:13:45 PM)
Not much at the moment, just kinda live.
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 5:14:05 PM)
Pocket to pocket? So to speak?
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 5:16:59 PM)
*She smirked* I suposed, but really just one pocket. Daddy left my sorry ass well off, so *shrugs*
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 5:17:54 PM)
Oh, your father is dead? I'm sorry to hear that. *Gives you a sympathetic look.* Still, nice that he left you enough to enjoy, right?
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 5:19:33 PM)
*She nodded and didn't correct him. However, she shook her empty drink and smiled as the ice bounced around* well darlin, I have to go... Catch you round for another drink later?
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 5:19:38 PM)
(i gtg )
Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 5:19:56 PM)
( :( )
'Pocket Mouse' (Apr 2, 2011 5:21:26 PM)
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Mikhail Poleski (Apr 2, 2011 5:22:06 PM)
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