Where the hell am I?

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

*The bar doors FLY open and slam into the walls. A very large, very muscular man comes flying through the now open doors. He's sweaty with a black tank-top on and black cloth on his hands where they have been scrapped and scratched. He has open wounds on his chest and side, deep enough to need stiches. He lands on the floor with a loud 'CRASH', somehow missing every table and chair in the room. No damage is done to the floor either. He has a pair of goggles sitting on top of his head and a shotgun in his hands. It's chamber is empty though, signifying that he's shot something, somewhere.

As he is laying on the floor he wonders if the beast has been killed or if it is going to follow him through the doors. He opens his eyes to look but he's blinded the bright light. Immediately his empty hand reaches for the goggles on his head and pulls them down over his eyes. Then he thinks, 'how in the hell is there any light? I turned off all the generators?' He looks around the room to see hundreds of faces staring at him in dismay. He then wonders where he is.

To himself: 'Where am I, how did I get here, and who are these people?'

He gets up, turns around, notices a bar at the other side of the room and walks over. He sits down and puts the shotgun in front of him. He keeps his back to the wall and just looks aorund, waiting for the creature that was chasing him to come through the doors he just flew through himself.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

Lady Death watches him with interest. He weilds that as if it were a weapon, even if it's nothing she's familiar with.

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

*He notices the strange woman watching him. Then he wonders why there is a woman in a men's Maximum Security Prison such as Butcher Bay.*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

"What manner of weapon of that?"

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

*He turns to the woman with disdain and distrust.*

It's a shotgun. If it were loaded, I could blow your head off your shoulders with one shot.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

Her eyes narrow. "Not likely. First, you would have to survive to make the attempt.

"Second, there is no violence in the bar."

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

I survived being born, thrown into a trash can and left to die with my own cord around my neck. I can handle anything.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

"I am Lady Death, Ruler of Hell. I have destroyed Lords of Hell to wrest that title from Lucifer's dead hand. Your death would be easy by comparison."

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

Is that a threat?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

"A statement of fact."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim nods to the new man.*

Hi there. Welcome to Milliways. This your first time here?

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

*He looks at the man with angry eyes. Not that they can be seen behind the VERY dark tinted goggles.*

In a very deep voice: "What the fuck is Milliways?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim strokes his chin.*

Well, thats a loaded question. The easy answer is it's the bar at the end of the universe, time wise.

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

A bar? That means I'm no longer in that prison.

*He gets a sly smirk on his face, eyes glowing if they could be seen.*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim nods.*

That right, a bar.

*Tim eyes the shotgun behind his own sunglasses.*

one with two very strict rules. No violence, not even against inanimate objects, and no business.

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

*He cocks his head.*

Don't fuck with me and there won't be any 'buisness'.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim just smiles.*

I'm bar security. So long as you don't cause a problem, i shall not have to fuck with you.

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

Good, we have understanding.

[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

Chiana watches with interest as the man is flung through the door.

Mmmm...it's not often you seen someone with skin of that darkness.

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

*He looks at himself.*

It's only dirt and coal dust. It washes off.

[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

But it was still darker than most people's she seen and well, she's only putting him into the Sebacean/human category.

She holds up the brown bottle in her hand and cocks an eyebrow for invite?

" Want a beer for the house drink?"

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

She smiles.

" Bar, a beer for the man, please."

She takes a sip...or tries to.

"And one for me as well. I'm all out. "

The two beers appear without much flair although it is a different brand than the one she had to begin with.

" Thank you. " She hands one to him.

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

*He takes the beer and turns it up.*

New prototype? Just gives you what you want when you want?

[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

She shrugs.

" I'm not competely certain how it works, but the Bar is somewhat sentient and will give you some things if you ask for it. But probably not weapons or anything that could harm another of the patrons. "

She pats the bar affectionately.

" She's like that. "

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

I have my weapons right here.

*He raises his hands up in front of her.*

The shotgun was just an addition. Too bad it's empty.