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Post by Eddy O'Saka on Dec 29, 2012 17:02:37 GMT -5
(Awww, it makes you good people! ;3)
Eddy didn't really take al too much notice of the actual individuals around him, he was far too busy trying to get out of here without getting hurt or his bottle smashed. He just wanted to get home. His lovely, nice home, where you didn't have to watch out or a fist would Smash into your face, where you didn't have to watch out for low flying pieces of furniture. Why on earth did he even come here?
Oh. Yeah. The booze.
Stopping the last moment to avoid some guys he didn't know bumping into him, he watched them Keep on tumbling through the crowded bar, knocking over some mugs on another table, which made the men seated there join the fight without any further questions to be asked.
Yep. This was his call. He needed to go.
Turning around again, Eddy took a step forward, just for his eyes to grow twice their size, when a chair apparently had enough of the years Long abuse of people parking their ases on it, for it came flying right at him and that not at all in a nice way!
Giving a little yelp, he took a jump back, the chair smashing to pieces infront of him. Who had thrown it? He couldn't recall in the mayhem.
What he recalled though, was the guy he had jumped into, turning around from his chair and without any warning throwing his glass into Eddy's direction, who ducked down and while the guy throwing the glass already was busy beating up some other random man, Eddy turned to look where the glass had flown to and...
"Uhoh.", he just mumbled, when he saw it had hit a rather mean looking guy not far away. Ohboy, please let this not be the guy who threw the chair, he thought to himself. Even though, his hopes for getting out of here unbruised shrunk with the moment.
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Post by Dox on Dec 29, 2012 20:24:40 GMT -5
This had really not been his best idea. Breathing fairly heavily, cringing as he limped back, Dean worked to stay upright. Nearly every other breath he found himself stopping a fist mid air, taking one he missed, or shoving someone away. Leaving would be shameful, this was such great fun! He snorted to himself after an ill received punch, watching rather than paying attention. Not at all the same thing. He desperately needed a breath. Just one, without having it beaten out of him.
But they were up again, Ugly and the big guy.
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Post by vladimir on Dec 30, 2012 12:38:59 GMT -5
He saw the hand moving towards him, he felt it grasp onto his ankle, he sensed a change in his trajectory, and yet for all his sensory understanding, it took Lucas longer than it should have to realize what was happening. 'Ohhhh fu-' was about as far as he got, thought-wise, before he hit the floor. With his head swimming from all this sudden change in altitude and the many blows he'd taken to the face, he tried to mumble something like, "What, are you too scared to take a man when he's standing?" but it came out as something more like, 'Wahthth hrtschrd tthk amfen ssstchtndn', and he paused partway through to spit some blood off to one side.
It was to his surprise that, instead of kicking him while he was floored, Hindrick reached down and helped him out. He gave the Russian a quizzical look for as long as he could before being turned away and tossed back into the crowd, stumbling a few feet and spotting none other than the cripple who'd started this. Excellent. "Did you miss me?!" he roared as he finally got close enough to grab Dean by the shoulder, wheel him around and throw a punch at his already bloody face.
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 30, 2012 14:19:56 GMT -5
Hindrick sent the burnt man towards the crippled and stepped to join in, but was stopped when a very full glass was tossed at him. The glass shattered on contact and drenched the man's white shirt and vest in liquor. Hindrick turned to see who the culprit was to his new condition and saw a smaller man chucking glasses from the bar at people. H aimed another one at Hindrick, who ducked in time and it hit another man that was sneaking up on Lucas. The man crumpled to the floor with a loud curse.
The scientist grabbed the nearest thing to him and chucked it at the archer of the the bar fight. A large stool crashed on the man, causing him to fall on the ground. What fun, he hadn't seen a man fight like that before. But then again the Irish had too much respect for liquor to throw it about. Hindrick bonded towards the bar and grabbed a bottle of gin that had been sitting there. He might as well get drunk completely for this.
The man bit on the cork and downed a good half of the clearish liquid. That's when he saw one drunk looking desperately frightened and one hulking man coming towards him. Oh picking on unwillings were we now? He took one more hug of the spirit, put it on the bar and stalked off to take on the large man. Now sufficiently drunk the scientist stepped in front of the hulking man with a grin. "what do you do with a drunken sailor?" he queried in a singsong tone. The the man before him furrowed his brows just in time to have a fist fly on his face. The soft pak was covered by Hindrick's voice repeating the line again. The large drunk blinked and blocked his next blow. Only to have another come his way from the other side. Hindrick's voice was slightly slurred and now heavy with an Irish accent as he song the lyrics to "What do you do with a Drunken Sailor." Because what's a bar fight without a little drunken singing?
This would give Eddy a chance to escape as long as no one else went after him.
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Post by Eddy O'Saka on Dec 30, 2012 16:14:11 GMT -5
To Eddy's great horror the brute, whom the other guy had tossed a glass at from behind Eddy, was suddenly looking right into his direction and by god, he didn't look happy. Awman, where were the days, when a man could just get drunk here and then return home without having to fear for his life? Or his teeth, for that matter. They probably were in more danger here than actual lives, but Eddy actually planned to lose neither.
He tried his best to come up with something to get out of this situation, but his mind was plain blank and all he could do was stare at the bull glaring back at him.
Time suddenly seemed to oddly slow down, when the brute headed towards him, Eddy already quit convinced he'd get a fist in his face now, when all of the sudden a singing irishman stepped between him and the other guy, starting to beat the hell out of him.
A silent 'Whaaaaa...?' formed on Eddy's lips as he saw the scene infront of him, truth be told, too plain mezmerized by this to actually take the oppertunity to make a run for it.
When suddenly he saw a third guy come from the right, a broken bottle in his hand, apparently a friend of the chair-thrower, for he went right for the singing irishman. Without much thought put to it, Eddy took a jump forward and wacked the bottle he was still holdingover the third man's head, making him fall face forward to the ground unconcious.
Eddy merely looking down at the man for a moment, before mumbling,
"Throw 'im ovah board.", like in answer to his rescuers sung question.
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Post by Dox on Jan 1, 2013 21:29:33 GMT -5
[[ Ahhh I'm so sorry this took so long, especially because of the lack of quality ;v; ]]
It was with a heavy and long-suffering sigh that Dean was turned around, feeling the hand on his shoulder and, despite not actually hearing whatever Lucas had yelled, knowing who it was. His head snapped back and he could have sworn he had heard his neck crack, blinking wearily and shoving a hand in the man's face, trying to push him away. Wasn't the best of tactics but his head was spinning just a little too much to retaliate properly. He stumbled and sputtered a moment, a hand on his nose, hissing some form of reply as his blurred mind finally translated the question. No, he had not missed Lucas.
His timing was slow through disorientation, and his knuckles bloody, but Dean dropped the hand from his face and attempted to steady himself to return the punch.
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Post by vladimir on Jan 2, 2013 15:19:42 GMT -5
With the hand in his face and the natural inclination of all men, drunk or otherwise, to shy from an object rapidly approaching their eyes, Lucas began to stumble backwards almost immediately, letting go of Dean as he did. Squinting one eye, which had just suffered the unpleasant experience of having a thumb jammed into it, the deacon ground his teeth together and steadied himself a few feet away. All the while he sized up his opponent, realizing suddenly that the other man seemed to be on his last legs in term of fighting. Some part of him wanted to take advantage of that and bring him down in a halo of shattered bits of chair and glass, but another part of him questioned the morality of savaging a fellow quite so worn out. Panting quietly and glancing down at his own hands, he recognized the dull, distant thump of pain that came with cuts, bruises and bits of glass nestled deeply in the skin. It dawned on Lucas that perhaps <i>he</i> was not in any state to <i>be</i> savaging other people. Somewhere in the distance, someone was roaring out a drinking song between audible punches and the sound of breaking bottled; the sounds were soothing somehow, and he realized then that he was an old man too, and that he was tired and drunk and very sad.
Lowing his fists and glancing over his shoulder, Lucas risked turning away from Dean for a split second to take in the carnage around them, ducking slightly to avoid a fast-flying stein (the thrower of which remaining unidentifiable in the throng) and pulling a face as he did. "S'ere a back door?" he asked suddenly, looking back to Dean in as casual a way as one could when socializing with a man they'd spent the last half hour punching.
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Jan 3, 2013 22:20:10 GMT -5
Hindrick ducked just in time as the larger man aimed for his face with a massive fist. But right at the moment he heard a thud and turned only briefly to see an unconscious man on the floor and the tall drunkard behind him. He raised his eye brows and gave a nod in a grateful way. He even grinned when he received an answer to his song.
The slight distraction allowed the larger man to grab Hindrick's shoulders and in one swift motion the large man picked up the stocky Russian. It looked like the man meant to throw the Hindrick, but didn't expect the weight or the sudden reaction he received. Rospev's hand gripped the man's wrists and he lased a leg that the man's side. He felt the creak of ribs and heard the man shout. He was about to kick the man again when he suddenly headbutted him.
The hit dazed him and the larger fellow, but it also caused him to release the shorter man. Hindrick fell onto the floor, stumbled back and bit, and landed on Eddy. "Thank ya'" He managed before getting up again to deal with the dazed brute. A simple headbutt wouldn't keep him down. In a few swaying steps he reached the man and gave a great swing in his direction. The fist hit with a loud smack in the man's jawline. The force and dazed state cause the man to lean to the side and fall to the ground, yet again hitting his head.
With the brute now unconscious Hindrick stood staggering, but he still manged to belt, "That right, Ya' throw him overboard!" Hindrick eyed the rest of the conscious in the bar. Many men and women had already fled. Quite a few were already unconscious and the few that were left where already making their way for the door. He frowned. That was a short fight.
He wiped his forehead and looked back to Eddy and gave the best drunken smile he could give. Which wasn't a very good one. His smiles weren't pretty to look at.
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Post by Eddy O'Saka on Jan 4, 2013 17:36:48 GMT -5
Still looking down at the man he knocked out for another moment, Eddy's glance briefly wandered up, when he heard the other man say something to him, yet by the time he already was busy in another scuffle, which made Eddy tilt his head a bit, until he noticed the bottle he had hit the 3rd man with was still in one piece.
Some blood sticked to the thicker bottom of the bottle, but the rest was still whole, which made a delighted smile appear on Eddy's lips.
However, just that moment his savior from before was pretty much tossed into him, Eddy stumbling backwards from the stocky man, to him, so suddenly tumbling into him. Flailing his arms to stay on his feet, he failed to do so however, ladding on his backside and beside him the bottle. This time not quite as lucky, for it shattered to pieces, the Liquor scattering over the floor, making an upset,
"Awwww!", escape Eddy, as he saw the golden Brown liquid slowly becoming a larger and larger puddle beside him. In this mayhem he'd never get a new bottle from the bar and if his lodger hadn't also suddenly started to go shopping and not just renovate the house unasked, there also was no liquor left at home.
His thoughts were interrupted though, when suddenly a man crashed to the floor beside him, making him twitch in shocked suprise, just to turn to look up at the guy who had thrown him there, who was his singing savior yet again.
Momentary Eddy was not sure if the man was sneering or smiling at him, the expression on his face could've been both, but since he had helped him and quoted his words from before, Eddy went for smiling and returned it with one of his own.
"Ah do believe it's gettin' time fer the lifeboats.", he then said, well, now if they already were at the boat metaphor, why not stay with it?
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