Post by beast on Jan 6, 2010 16:09:43 GMT -5
The Wayside was soundfully peaceful with the patrons downing there drinks and sandcake, when suddenly the bell above the door went "ding-ling" and a young man and small girl stepped into the diner.
The man was of the name Sakra Musarai ,sixteen years old , he had short black hair, wearing black baggy cargo trousers with green camouflage in the design, a dark green top with a ripped right sleeve with a shoulder pad on the shoulder. And wearing black boots with black fingerless gloves and a headband which it said in japanese "number 1" with a rising sun in the middle. the band is white with black characters and a red rising sun. He was weilding two samurai swords one bigger than the other and a nine barreled revolver using frist, firebolt and paralysing crystals.
The girl was called Elena, 10 years old, she had medium length blond hair to the bottom of her head, wearing a similar headband instead its characters said "number 2" and wearing a blue tanktop with white trousers a darker blue shaded jacket, weilding a similar revolver but six barrelled useing the same bullets as Sakra and a dagger powered with a firebolt crystal.
The two walked up to the counter budging into a burly drunkard "Lemonade.... please" Sakra asked in a cool and calm voice "and id like a slice of strawberry pie with extra whipped cream!!!" blurted out Elena without asking Sakra but all he gave out was a small smile and chuckle and paid the chef the payment. "WhAt did You Just DO!!!" slurred the burly man in a drunk phase and swung for Sakra's face but all he got was an elbow to his own face and slumped to the ground, just about to get up he felt a gun barrel press agains his cheeck and saw Sakra's revolver in his face.
"go on hit me, i just need a reason to give this trigger a good squueze" Sakra threatend the man and he gave up and they returned to their stools and started there order when the man wanted revenge and threw Sakra's drink at the wall.... the wayside was quiet.
"would you like another one" asked the quiet waitress, "on his tab!!!!!" again Elena blurted out " you smart mouthed litt.." and he was cut off by Sakra's fist to stomach as the wind was knocked out his lungs and collapsed uncouncious "nother please" Sakra said with pleasure.
(Anyones welcome to join the RP so just post your part and i'll continue).
The man was of the name Sakra Musarai ,sixteen years old , he had short black hair, wearing black baggy cargo trousers with green camouflage in the design, a dark green top with a ripped right sleeve with a shoulder pad on the shoulder. And wearing black boots with black fingerless gloves and a headband which it said in japanese "number 1" with a rising sun in the middle. the band is white with black characters and a red rising sun. He was weilding two samurai swords one bigger than the other and a nine barreled revolver using frist, firebolt and paralysing crystals.
The girl was called Elena, 10 years old, she had medium length blond hair to the bottom of her head, wearing a similar headband instead its characters said "number 2" and wearing a blue tanktop with white trousers a darker blue shaded jacket, weilding a similar revolver but six barrelled useing the same bullets as Sakra and a dagger powered with a firebolt crystal.
The two walked up to the counter budging into a burly drunkard "Lemonade.... please" Sakra asked in a cool and calm voice "and id like a slice of strawberry pie with extra whipped cream!!!" blurted out Elena without asking Sakra but all he gave out was a small smile and chuckle and paid the chef the payment. "WhAt did You Just DO!!!" slurred the burly man in a drunk phase and swung for Sakra's face but all he got was an elbow to his own face and slumped to the ground, just about to get up he felt a gun barrel press agains his cheeck and saw Sakra's revolver in his face.
"go on hit me, i just need a reason to give this trigger a good squueze" Sakra threatend the man and he gave up and they returned to their stools and started there order when the man wanted revenge and threw Sakra's drink at the wall.... the wayside was quiet.
"would you like another one" asked the quiet waitress, "on his tab!!!!!" again Elena blurted out " you smart mouthed litt.." and he was cut off by Sakra's fist to stomach as the wind was knocked out his lungs and collapsed uncouncious "nother please" Sakra said with pleasure.
(Anyones welcome to join the RP so just post your part and i'll continue).