milliways_bar | Entries tagged with kon-el

mini-supes.livejournal.com

His name is Superboy and he happens to be dead.

His name is Conner Kent and he is a dead man walking.

His name is Kon and while he is both dead and a dead man, he is alive in this bar.

Did he expect to end up here? Shit, not in a million years. But he didn't expect to die, either, because a retarded something or other got screwed up the ass by Lex Luthor's son and punched time. But that's a whole other topic he's not going near, thanks. Squick.

There is nothing about him that shows he has just been through an epic, but ultimately useless, fight for the ages. He looks like any other civilian being confused about their first time walking through a door and discovering the bar's funny humour.

Yeah no, he's as far from new here as Batman is from wearing pink ruffles. But with absolutely. No. Door.

That solves it for him, then, he really is dead.

"Please let me out now, bar?" he pleads to a wall. Thankfully that passes for sanity around here. "Zombies are all the rage now! You'll be fashionably late to designer trends!"

...yeah, what.

Current Mood: dead
Current Location: a place that won't let him get drunk
Current Music: the bar wall ignoring him :|

princeinexile

[OOC: Zuko and Steph find that neither really knows how to fix the other. In turn, Zuko sees Ichigo and Kon, Sansa Stark, and Lily Evans. Some cheer him. Some only make him uncomfortable. Some give him bad news.

Many of those threads are still ongoing; check back later for completion!]

withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com

It has been a while since Riza had found her way into Milliways. Has been a while, the slightly weary cast to her features suggests, since she had actually relaxed at all. This is not entirely without precedent; she is the sort of woman to get caught up in things, and to push herself beyond logical limits.

For now, though, she is heeding the dull ache in her muscles that speaks of a need to rest, if only for an hour or two. And so she is seated at a table comfortably near the fireplace, a cup of tea in one hand and a small, handwritten book open beneath the other. The pages turn just a little too infrequently for the book to be her sole focus, however, and she does not seem intent enough upon it to begrudge company.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

This past little while, Ichigo has been having...problems. Trouble with a certain pest in his head. Tonight, that voice is blissfully silent.

But now there is another pest he is dealing with...

"I told you, I don't want you in the bar, ESPECIALLY not in my body."

"Aw, come off it Ichigo, I'll be good!"

"Oh, like you were good last time?"

"She was TOTALLY coming onto ME! What happened was beyond my control!"

"YOU KISSED HER!"

"To the untrained eye, it might have appeared that way..."

Two teenagers sitting at a table in the bar, both leaning back in their chairs across from each other, one scowling, one with an easy smile on his face. Oh, and did I mention they look identical? The scowling Ichigo is just that- Ichigo, in his usual Shinigami uniform with Zangetsu hanging off the back of his chair. The other, much less scowling Ichigo, is in the teenagers school uniform, white shirt and black pants, his feet up on the table.

Come bug the...brothers? Twins? Whatever they are, they're not against conversation.

lucky-tyche.livejournal.com

There’s a slight crash as a tall figure stumbles into the bar.

Awkwardly, she makes her way to the back, arms swaying ahead of her in the process. (Tyche apologizes in advance if she may tug on your shirt or spill a drink or two; she’s just trying to feel her way around this strange, new place.)

She slides into a booth, taking her blindfold off as a smirk arises on her lips.

alwaysroomforhope

There are handprints burned into this table.

Not that Steph'd admit to picking the table for that reason. It's just a good place to sulk, over by the observation window, out of the way. Her stupid brother who she's not TALKING TO ANY MORE won't have anything to complain about.

She's anxiously folding and unfolding a slightly dog-eared note, and there's a notepad and pen on the table staring accusingly up at her, waiting for an answer.

She's been sitting there for half an hour and she hasn't written a word yet.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

The door is slammed open with a bang, kicked inwards, and in walks Ichigo, hands in his pockets. Or should I say, somebody who looks like Ichigo. He looks exactly like him, hair, eyes, everything, but instead of Shinigami robes and a sword, he wear a normal shirt, jeans, and running shoes. This is not the Ichigo that normally comes to the bar.

So, Not!Ichigo pauses, looks around, and mutters to himself "What the hell...since when does Kurosaki have a freakin' bar in his room? Sheesh, I'm in charge for one week and already I'm finding out weird shit." Ah, but be not sad, Not!Ichigo. All these people can't be a bad thing, after all, he's pretty damn attention-starved. With a shrug and a smile (which Ichigo would NEVER do) Not!Ichigo walks further into the bar.

[ooc: If details or information be needed, ping at TheGuite. Otherwise, tag away!]

collects_ears

George Cooper.

Tending Bar.

He makes a couple of quick additions to the Specials Board and then announces:

"Tonight's drinks are; Gentleman's Club , Gila Monster, Gingerbread Man #2 and Godchild .."

"What'll it be?"

mini-supes.livejournal.com

So a guy walks into a bar after a bunch of months of being gone. It's not a very good punchline, but Kon certainly feels like the punchline - he'd been totally given up the idea of ever getting back here again, and what does it do? Shows up when he's on his way to a pretty important place.

-- okay, fine, he'd only been on the way to the Tower and that could wait for an hour or two, but nevertheless, the point still stands.

But hey. He's not going to complain about it much. He did miss this place. But lookie here - time for punchline number two. After a moment of blinking at the change of surroundings, he walks in - and a note materializes up on the bar itself.

"Huh?" He grabs for it, and reads it, a very odd look crossing his face. Does 'wtf' classify properly here? Because that definately comes to mind right about now.

incrediblyshy.livejournal.com

Violet wanders into the bar from the outside. Where's she been? Who knows. Well she does, that much is true. She gets her customary milkshake and fries and plops down in a booth. Come play with her.

tim-drake.livejournal.com

It had been a while since Tim had been in the bar. Granted, it was partially do to the chaos that was surrounding their world at the current time. Or the beginning of it, anyway. A foreboading sense of doom, in a way, which wasn't all that unfamiliar to Tim. Or maybe he was just paranoid. But that's what Bats did, right? Be paranoid, that was.

Anyway. The point was, Tim Drake was in the bar once again after a time of absence. He was in his civvies, seeing that he hadn't gone to patrol yet. He blinked for a moment as he entered, having a moment of confusion before he realized the familiar place.

Hey, he might as well enjoy himself while he was here. Not to mention it wouldn't hurt to check up on people he hadn't seen in a while. So for the moment, he got himself a milkshake before sitting down in one of the booths, taking a breather before going to actively search for people.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

The one thing Kon had never thought would be possible is that he'd -want- to be in Bludhaven, let alone be displeased to leave it. But apparently the inhabitants of a place changed your feelings about it a bit, and even if it was a grubby place that tasted and smelled bad, he'd still have liked to stay longer.

But there was only so much he could miss, and even if he was able to pull one weekend away from the Titans, he couldn't pull it away from school. Or home. So it was back to the grind for him.

But when he steps into the bar instead of his third class for the day, he's kind of glad. A break from school is always good, neh? So he heads for his usual seat, and looks around to see if there's anybody to be social at so he can delay going back.

And delay thinking for awhile. That's good, too.

tim-drake.livejournal.com

( OOM: Kon visits Tim in Bludhaven. Dinner ensues, as well as a game of Soul Calibur that Kon foolishly challenges Tim to. Mega-threadzilla. )

maxwellsdemon02

Duo is sitting at a table, watching the door to the back of the bar. He's mechanically eating a plate of stir fry, chopsticks traveling between the plate and his mouth at a steady rate.

Yep. A twitchy Duo. Bother at will, or at your own risk.

maxwellsdemon02

Duo enters the bar, carrying a rather large box, and a bag labeled 'Red Palace Music'. He shoves the door closed with his foot and deposits his burden in a booth before going to the bar for a bottle of water. It's hot at home.

He flops into the booth to cool down for a few minutes.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Kon is sitting at a booth, tapping his fingers against it as he stares at a wall. He is bored. Not only that, but he is -very- bored.

In fact, one might say he is EXTREMELY bored.

A distraction of some sorts? Would be very appreciated.

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

There's a witch sitting by the fireplace, reading. You can tell she's a witch by the black dress and big black pointed hat.

Everyone knows witches can fix sick people. Otherwise, what are witches for?

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's still in the bar, and she's not looking too terribly happy. In fact, infuriated would probably be a decent way to describe her expression.

Utterly infuriated.

She stalks up and down past the booths, peering into each one, and then squints into the rafters. If Kon's here, and hiding, he's going to be found, and he's going to be in trouble. If he's not here, he's in even more trouble.

She has several batarangs tucked into her belt. They look sharp. She seems to be having difficulty keeping her hands off them.

tim-drake.livejournal.com

There was a new girl in the bar. She looked mildly surprised to find herself there, but more or less stared at the location that she had turned out in. From her style of dress that consisted of a nice red dress that came down past her knees, revealing smooth legs and high-heeled shoes, not to mention how tidy her straight chestnut hair was as it brushed against her mid-back was, it could be guessed that she had come from some sort of party or function.

Bright green eyes lined neatly with eyeliner and touched up with eyeshadow eyed the surroundings warily, her cherry red lips tightening in a line. She was actually quite the looker when it came down to it, but she looked mildly irritated at the moment.

You couldn't blame her, though. That was because of one primary reason -- she was actually a boy.

Tim Drake, to be exact, or better known as Robin, formidable sidekick to the Dark Knight.

So why was he in such a get up? He had been asked by Bruce to be his date for a function because he would rather not make the effort of finding a complete stranger to go with. And it seemed that Cassandra had been busy for the night.

A sigh escaped those painted lips. He was never doing this ever again.

alwaysroomforhope

Another day, another crisis passed.

Steph comes down the stairs, feeling horribly self-conscious, and doesn't just jump into the rafters and lurk; she walks (on the floor even) across to the Bar, orders a bowl of cereal and a big glass of juice, takes it to a table, and sits there, like a normal person, eating her meal.

People may not recognise her. She is not wearing her Robin uniform; she's wearing jeans and a slightly-too-big t-shirt that says Great Frog, and she feels naked and vulnerable without kevlar between her and the world. Her eyes are slightly red and puffy. She's hoping nobody notices that.

[Whee, another Giant Post. Okay. Summary, for Great Comprehension:
Steph whinges at Andrew, discusses giant ninja turtles, Batman, and the paaaaain of love.
Mordred and Steph discuss ways of dealing with pain (get drunk!), and talk about stupid villains and stupid catastrophes.
Barry is friendly and paternal and manages to make Steph open up about her childhood and some of those Issues, if not about her current Issues. Steph is all full of Issues, really.
Dick brings Steph Great Frog tapes. Vintage ones. In return, Steph promises a song-and-dance routine for him. Possibly to Great Frog's Retribution. At least, she thinks that's what the band's called.
Kon, unwisely, insults her Great Frog t-shirt, and gets punched for his trouble. He'll have a bruise. He's probably planning revenge already, especially since he made Steph admit that she's ticklish.]

alwaysroomforhope

Stephanie's in the rafters again - she really does feel more at home up there, although this time she's not avoiding any Doom, or making any particular effort to hide. She's just sitting and drinking coffee, which the Bar thoughtfully provided in a cup with a lid. Useful, those things, when you're as prone to random acrobatic manoeuvres as Steph is.

So. Coffee. Stephanie. And a happy, lazy sort of feeling. It's all good, really.

[Summarised, for great ... summarisation? Mace Windu stops by and offers to train Steph in Jedi fighting styles, which makes her squee a lot. Currently in slowtime.
Dick greets her with trick arrows, and because Steph and Dick are cracky like that, they carry out an evil plot against Connor Hawke, and Steph finds herself under the amused-but-posessive eye of Kyle Rayner. Currently in slowtime.
And then there is the DOOM. She jumps down to confront Kon about a certain remark, and discovers something she really didn't want to, and there is doom and Tim arrives and there is tension and breakage and lots of fun stuff like that. And ... slowtime.]

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Kon is in the bar, sitting at a booth and scowling at a book. It's rather thick and heavy, and he probably needs distraction from the school-forced homework. Distract him?

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Kon enters the bar, a troubled look in his eyes. He doesn't notice where he is at first, but when he does? He looks like he can't decide whether to be relieved or annoyed.

Real life at the moment isn't exactly a piece of cake. Or, if it is, it's a big piece of shit flavoured pie - a lovely mental image. Finding out that you grow up to be something completely evil and coming face to face with this isn't enjoyable -at all-.

He glances at the door for a moment, before frowning. "Oh, screw it." He'll stay here for a little while. He could use a damned break.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tims in bar. He seems listless and bored. Never a good thing for Security.*

cassandra-cain.livejournal.com

An unfamiliar figure stepped through the door, and it was clear from her posture that she tensed the moment she realized that she had not arrived at her intended location. She was a rather small, lithe little thing, but it was clear by her build that she was no idle girl. Instead, her muscles contributed to her lean figure that stood out in her form fitting black shirt and pants.

Blinking, the black-haired girl warily observed her surroundings. This was definitely not her training area. The door had already closed behind her. This, indeed, was a mystery. And although solving a mystery wasn't her area of expertise, she decided to explore a bit to determine her location.

Stepping carefully, she peered around, trying to disguise her obvious curiosity.

( Mun will be leaving for bed at 11PM, so expect slowtime then. )