Daughters of Anarchy
Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 12:00 am
((((This is for the Bios of the girls who call themselves the Daughters of Anarchy. While so far there are only two of us, people can feel free to join us with more. I usually play the "Pit" as an RP'd protected safe area for the Anarchists, Xaosetics and some daring Sensates deep in the Hive. It's kinda like a 70's era punk bar, with heavy outside security. Would make a neat "joint HQ" for some of the chaotic Factions hint hint))))
Mila
The atmosphere in the Pit was almost electric. It was full of people of like minded principleÂ… those who were all about freedom and chaos. On the main stage a local band pounded out music. It was the kind of music found usually in the Bastion of Last HopeÂ… loud, heavyÂ… rhythmic. A pole dancer preformed on either end of the stage, one a dark Tiefling, her tail wrapped about the pole like a snake, and the other a very flexible human who could almost hang onto the pole without using her arms. Posters and anarchist symbols covered the walls and magic stones shone multi-colored lights over the stage and the floor. To an outsider it would seem almost magical and overwhelming at the same time. Thick smoke filled the air and the stench of alcohol and passion hung on everything.
A mob of people danced, if you could call it dancing, in front of the stage. Mostly they just bounced around and slammed into each other. It was a mass of simultaneous anger and joy. Most of the tables were occupied by rowdy revelers and drunken punks. The booths were used for more private gatherings and more than one contained a couple in a sexual act.
Towards the center of the bar was a table occupied by mostly women. The loudest was Mila. She had gotten into some sort of stupid argument with her best friend Caroline and the two were trying to win their side by out shouting the other. After several minutes of this, Mila was gripped on one shoulder from behind by a large drunken Anarchist.
“Why don’tcha shut yer fooking pie hole, wench” he slurred at her as she turned towards him. “Yer interferein’ wit’ me drinkin’!”
She looked at him almost in surprise as Caroline, and the other girls at the table, just smirked in coming anticipation.
He chuckled when he looked her over. She was of average build and size, sported a large blue Mohawk and was covered with piercings and tattoos. She was obviously no stranger to this atmosphere and fit the place better than most.
“Yer kinda nice lookin’… why don’tcha gimme a kiss instead then eh?”
By the time he slurred out his invitation, Mila had regained her senses. Almost in the blink of the eye, she slammed a thick ceramic mug into his face, knocking him back, minus a few teeth, and onto the floor. She was on him like a cat, hitting him, punching him and turning his busted nose into bone soup. For a quick half minute all he could do was take the brutal punishment until someone grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the air, allowing the badly bruised drunkard a chance to stand. She kicked the air, swung out at him and cursed every foul word she knew at him while the bouncer held her firm.
“I’m gonna hurt you bad you little bitch” He said as he raised his hand to strike out at her. Before he got the chance to swing someone grabbed his wrist, preventing his swing from even beginning. With a quick turn of his head, he looked to see who was stupid enough to get involved at this point. Standing there, holding the mans wrist, was Phoenix.
“Walk away, Eddie” he said to the bleeding man. “No good can come from you hurting her” and Eddie now new why. Within a few seconds Mila had calmed down and the look of excitement returned to her face. The bouncer let her go and she flung herself into Phoenix’s arms and gave him a deep passionate kiss… pulling away with just a little bit of blood from his lip in her mouth. Most who knew Mila also knew she was ‘Nix’s girl… and no one messed with ‘Nix’s girl.
Phoenix bought Eddie the rest of his night of drinking (not the first time heÂ’s had to buy the mans drinks to keep him calm) and joined the girls at their table. The rest of the evening was spent partying with the people jammed in the bar. Sleep didnÂ’t come until much laterÂ… Mila just wouldnÂ’t let him rest.
Mila
The atmosphere in the Pit was almost electric. It was full of people of like minded principleÂ… those who were all about freedom and chaos. On the main stage a local band pounded out music. It was the kind of music found usually in the Bastion of Last HopeÂ… loud, heavyÂ… rhythmic. A pole dancer preformed on either end of the stage, one a dark Tiefling, her tail wrapped about the pole like a snake, and the other a very flexible human who could almost hang onto the pole without using her arms. Posters and anarchist symbols covered the walls and magic stones shone multi-colored lights over the stage and the floor. To an outsider it would seem almost magical and overwhelming at the same time. Thick smoke filled the air and the stench of alcohol and passion hung on everything.
A mob of people danced, if you could call it dancing, in front of the stage. Mostly they just bounced around and slammed into each other. It was a mass of simultaneous anger and joy. Most of the tables were occupied by rowdy revelers and drunken punks. The booths were used for more private gatherings and more than one contained a couple in a sexual act.
Towards the center of the bar was a table occupied by mostly women. The loudest was Mila. She had gotten into some sort of stupid argument with her best friend Caroline and the two were trying to win their side by out shouting the other. After several minutes of this, Mila was gripped on one shoulder from behind by a large drunken Anarchist.
“Why don’tcha shut yer fooking pie hole, wench” he slurred at her as she turned towards him. “Yer interferein’ wit’ me drinkin’!”
She looked at him almost in surprise as Caroline, and the other girls at the table, just smirked in coming anticipation.
He chuckled when he looked her over. She was of average build and size, sported a large blue Mohawk and was covered with piercings and tattoos. She was obviously no stranger to this atmosphere and fit the place better than most.
“Yer kinda nice lookin’… why don’tcha gimme a kiss instead then eh?”
By the time he slurred out his invitation, Mila had regained her senses. Almost in the blink of the eye, she slammed a thick ceramic mug into his face, knocking him back, minus a few teeth, and onto the floor. She was on him like a cat, hitting him, punching him and turning his busted nose into bone soup. For a quick half minute all he could do was take the brutal punishment until someone grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the air, allowing the badly bruised drunkard a chance to stand. She kicked the air, swung out at him and cursed every foul word she knew at him while the bouncer held her firm.
“I’m gonna hurt you bad you little bitch” He said as he raised his hand to strike out at her. Before he got the chance to swing someone grabbed his wrist, preventing his swing from even beginning. With a quick turn of his head, he looked to see who was stupid enough to get involved at this point. Standing there, holding the mans wrist, was Phoenix.
“Walk away, Eddie” he said to the bleeding man. “No good can come from you hurting her” and Eddie now new why. Within a few seconds Mila had calmed down and the look of excitement returned to her face. The bouncer let her go and she flung herself into Phoenix’s arms and gave him a deep passionate kiss… pulling away with just a little bit of blood from his lip in her mouth. Most who knew Mila also knew she was ‘Nix’s girl… and no one messed with ‘Nix’s girl.
Phoenix bought Eddie the rest of his night of drinking (not the first time heÂ’s had to buy the mans drinks to keep him calm) and joined the girls at their table. The rest of the evening was spent partying with the people jammed in the bar. Sleep didnÂ’t come until much laterÂ… Mila just wouldnÂ’t let him rest.