milliways_bar | Entries tagged with hellspawn

red-blossom.livejournal.com

The door to the bar open to a redhead talking on a cell phone with a smile. "Oh, come on, Girl, you know that..." She stops and blinks, just holding the cell phone to her ear, mouth gaping open. She then smiles and clicks the cell phone shut, swinging a foot back to lightly shut the door behind her.

With a pass, she walks through the bar, hips swaying softly, and slips to sit at the bar, crossing her legs with a smile, leaning on the bar top lightly. "One iced tea, please, Lady Bar..." She is more than happy to be back here after the years in her time...And, she hoped to meet someone very important to her here.

Could that be you?

tibetanmethod

Cooper has a map of Twin Peaks and the surrounding environs sitting on the table in front of him. Maps are a good thing to study.

Unfortunate, isn't it, that the map is not always the territory.

There is an absence of coffee.

Who am I trying to kid. Of course there's a cup of coffee. A damn fine one.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Hellspawn is in the bar, at his usual seat. He's got a pile of folders next to him, and a cold cup of tea to the other side. It didn't start cold, but he's ignored it that long. He really is Hellspawn right now, with no trace of his usual jolliness.

Spread before him are some gruesome pictures, of about a half dozen different people. Each of them is missing some body part, eyes, hands, ears, what have you. The photos are obviously crime scene stuff, and he is tracing patterns in the air above them.

Those who know magic will feel him gathering it, trying to make it work for him.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Hellspawn is in the bar.

..What, you want more? It's bad enough doom is hanging over his head that he knows nothing about, and he's just lasing on a couch, without a care in the world. Poor kid.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Tim hadn't shown up last night when Molly had been so furious with him for the situation with Agnes. Now the wind was taken out of her sails a bit, and she was left feeling a bit hollow this morning, but still resolved to try and straighten things out with him. He rarely came to the bar in the mornings, so she'd hardly have the chance to talk to him until later. that wasn't going to be fun.

Still.

It is morning, and the sun is shining, and she's in the garderns. Her hands are in the soil, and that goes a long way to making her happy. Tiny weeds that are sneakily trying to take hold to sap the life from her beloved flowers are plucked out before they can do any harm, and Molly isn't even aware that she's singing softly as she works.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((IM:Hellspawn and Agnes Smut!))

q_in_training

" -- just give me a second, I'll -- "

The front door opens. The opener in question, a round-faced girl with two cherry-red streaks in her dark hair, isn't paying attention to what lies beyond it. She's too busy shouting over her shoulder.

At first.

Then she turns around, starts to move forward, and jerks back as she gets a good look inside. Hand still clutching the doorknob, she stares.

And then she immediately slams the door.

Five seconds later, it creaks open again, cautiously, as she leans around the doorframe. Her eyes widen further.

"No. Way," Mac whispers, and slowly pulls the door open the rest of the way to step into Milliways.

agnes_nitt

Agnes is sitting in a booth by the door (which still won't open for her), eating stew from a bread bowl.

She keeps looking around the bar, both at eye level, and up in the rafters.

The one she's hoping to find, and the other she's hoping not to.

cloven-pine.livejournal.com

[Pre Milliways]

The door opens, and a pair of brightly colored inhuman eyes peer through. Ariel tilt her head, considering, and looks behind her to the beach.

Waves crash, birds sing, and there were no voices.

There was always -Later- and this was -New-. With a grin and a giggle like distant chimes, she drifts through.

The scarves draped and fluttering around the sprite did keep her from violating one bar rule, at least. They move in the faint breeze that surrounds her and plays with Ariel's long hair as well. And while those small, bright wings on her back may not be flight-worthy, that does not seem to be an issue.

This place looks rather- Non Boring.

super-xj9.livejournal.com

With help of the ITD chip that's implanted into Jenny's internal systems, the superhero, teenage robot appears in Milliways with a smile.

It's been a while.

Jenny's smile grows as a can of motor oil appears on the bar close by. She grabs it in one hand, strolling easily out the back door.

She'll probably end up training or something. Jenny's in a good mood tonight.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Hellspawn is still in the bar.

He's kinda asleep, snoring loudly.

Still in front of the fire. Still shirtless. Still bruised to hell and gone.

Last night was fun.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

There is a Hellspawn in the bar.

She is peering down the front of her top in rapt amazement.

"I got titties. God damn. I HAVE to find someone to fuck me before the night is through."

((OOC: WARNING: Hellspawn is female and looking for sex. What do YOU think is going to happen in this thread?))

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

[immediately following this-]

"WHAT TH' FUCK?!"

The shout echoing through the bar is courtesy of a short haired young woman in jeans, black t-shirt - and possessing a few tattoos that two other patrons would recognize as belonging to their brother.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[there is a Delia in the bar, as there was yesterday. Unlike yesterday, though, her movements are stiff and her clothes are now more for comfort then style.]

[there is also, although she's tried to hide it with her hair, quite an impressive bruise on her right jaw and cheek]

hrguardianangel.livejournal.com

[Pre Milliways: Delivering a Package]

The door doesn't swing open so much as it slides. Tugging nervously on his jacket Garth breathed deep before stepping off-

And into a bar.

The idea doesn't phase him so much as the decor. This place doesn't look like something you'd see in a Chinois Gau building. It looks like the gentlemen clubs downtown that the Archministry members built for themselves so they could congratulate each other on being masters of the universe.

He sets the briefcase down and pulls off his sunglasses- mouth hanging open. Yes those are Elongated canines that you see-although by no means up to par with some of the rest of bar patrons.

"-Nerva? V? "The bearded man peered about, "-Did you folks redecorate without telling me?"

(Garth is a hemophage-which means infected human being. Relax-it's a bloodborne pathogen, however if your character picks up on such things-fair warning)

Current Mood: annoyed

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Scene: The Front Door Of Milliways

Participants: Hellspawn (HS) and Real Tim(RT)

View: The door stands open, Hellspawn on the inside, the bar side, and the Real Tim on the outside. Both men seem to be directing thier words towards each other, but thier movements are mirror images.

The Song:

HS:I tried to tell her, tried to tell her.

RT: I tried to show, tried to show her.

HS: No coward I, not one who's yeller

RT: No coward I, no hiding in the ivory tower...

HS:Do you know? Do you know what I feel?
To give her my love, but her heart is steel.
I say "I love you" And then i turn away
to find a lover, it is my way.

Rt:Do you know? Do you know what I did?
I kissed, kissed her, just like when we were kids
I showed her my love, I showed her my heart...
Then, away I went, like the knave with his tart....

They pause, staring at each other for a long moment.

RT:I can change this, I can mend this.
I can make this right.

HS: Should you, could you
Haven't you lost this fight?

RT: But if I go back?
Relive my life, the way I should?

HS:Go back,go back,
if you would.

A pause, as they eye each other. Both Tim nods, and the door closes, Hellspawn still in bar.

deserved_it

The days are getting longer, and a little warmer, and Eustace is taking advantage of it. He's set up a target of straw bales by the stables, and is practicing his archery. His aim is improving, rather.

Nita, meanwhile, settles onto a barstool, manual in hand, and orders a mug of tea. She's about got this healing figured out, but there's a few tweaks to be made.

And finally?

Somewhere in the bar lurks Carmela Rodriguez, camera at the ready, all ready to "Get Her Flirt On", as they call it in the jungles of American high school. Be afraid.

[OOC: Mun is in and out this evening. Apologies in advance for sudden disappearances.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

You know "The Thinker?" That classic statue? Well, that, my friends, is how we find Hellspawn, right now, sitting in the rafters. And pontificating.

" What am I? What has made me?
A creation of a young boys mind.
Am I my own man, or anothers?
And do I treat him in kind?"

He drops from the rafters, spreading his hands at the last moment to ensure a safe glideing landing.

I fine myself in this position, unsure of my own place.
Thrown about here and there, Lost in time and space,
My emotions, HA! Emotions, it's what they call emotions.
Is it love, is it lust, am I going through the motions."

Dramatic turn, gazing at The Window.

"Here at the end, do I find my own end, the end of my wandering?
I Roam around, I move around, never let one girl tie me down,
So why is all I see those red curls, that smiling face, meandering
I hear her call my name.... And the seeds to my ruin are sown..."

And he collapses upon a chair, staring off into nothing.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly had a strange morning, what with random people breaking into song and dance around her... so she'd retreated to her room for a short rest, and ended up falling asleep for three hours.

Now that she's rested, she's down by the lake again. She's cast orbs of light to hang in the air above her, and she's got another huge chunk of frozen lakewater resting on the ground in front of her.

Using her wand to cast focused heating charms, she's attempting to make an ice sculpture. She was going for the shape of a centaur....what does it look like you?

gammagammahey.livejournal.com

So a lawyer walks into a bar.

Not just any lawyer. A 6'7" inch bright green lawyer, wearing a signature bright purple (albeit conservatively cut) suit.

After a long day of jury selection and depositions in the Superhuman Law Division of Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg, & Holliway, it's a happy Jennifer Walters that comes through the the door of what she thinks is Pacha's on West 46th Street.

Hmm. They redecorated? Nothing seems out of the ordinary - after all, a New Yorker isn't easily shocked, particularly one that lives on a very colorful Earth, even more particularly one that has a clientele straight out of a Brothers Grimm fairy tale as rewritten by Hieronymous Bosch with a few cosmic entities thrown in as an afterthought, with a final frisson of a technicolored Captain Ultra.

She picks a table - not too close to the door - and sits down, covertly slipping off her high heels and wiggling her toes under the table with a smile. Ahhh. That feels better. Unsnapping her briefcase, she pulls out a small stack of documents, regarding them thoughtfully for a moment before pushing them aside, leaning back in her chair.

She decides to order a white cranberry martini before daring another look at deposition transcripts. She's never had a white cranberry martini, but she decides that tonight is the night to try one, if she can find someone remotely resembling a waitperson.

She-Hulk, the Big Green Lawyering Machine, has arrived at Milliways.

Only she doesn't know it yet.

((OOC: Meep! First entrance post ever.))

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[one (potential) Delicate Flower in the bar. And she is delicate, even - barely 5'5 and petite.]

[of course, she still has a wicked right-hook. Admittedly, she's not liking to punch or slap anyone, she's in a fairly good mood as she walks down the stairs, humming slightly and smoothing down her little black skirt]

stilljustandrew

*Andrew and Meg come down the stairs, talking animatedly. He's carrying an empty bowl with a few unpopped popcorn kernels rattling around in it; she's carrying a couple of empty glasses.*

-- trust me, it picks right up at the beginning of the second one.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly worked in the gardens this morning, planting seeds and getting her hands in the dirt. She loved every minute of it! Then she went for a long walk by the lake, and sat and watched the water and thought Deep Thoughts.

She's in the bar now, in a soft chair near the fire, with a cup of tea on the low table beside her, quite forgotten. She forgot to eat lunch, and now she's sleeping lightly, but should probably be woken, or she'll never get to sleep tonight.

the_antiangst

It's March, so theoretically it should be warming up outside. The weather seems to have other ideas, but all that really means to Angel is it's a bit longer before going outside will be worth the bother.
So: Angel, couch by fireplace, pizza (with fruit on it), and notebook. Still poking away at that speech business.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly comes down to the bar with parchment, a quill and a pot of ink. She stops off at the bar to get a tray of tea and biscuits, and asks for a room key.

She settles herself at a table with a good view of the patrons, and sets to work making a sign that she intends to hang on the notice board later that reads:

NEED A BABYSITTER?

Molly Prewett, (nearly) fully qualified witch, can help you with occasional childcare needs! Ready, willing and able to change nappies, keep your child entertained, safeguard, and lavish attention.

Asking 10 Sickles per hour, but open to negotiation. Please no children over the age of ten.
Seek me out in the bar, or leave a note.

She uses a sticking charm on a photo of herself, taken at the holidays, waving enthusiastically. It's not great, but it's the best one she's got.

She's sticking her tongue out in her endeavor to use her very best handwriting, and would welcome interuptions, if you'd like to stop and tease her or say hello!