Day 42: Crossroader's Bar and Casino (evening)

[she-is-ruin.livejournal.com]

_{[Free, no limits.]}

Grungy establishments like this 'Crossroader's Bar' weren't Yomi's typical style--what she saw in Japan were much different than this. But everything about where she was and what she was doing was out of the ordinary; Yomi had to put oddities behind her.

Besides, when it came to a bar, even one so cliché as this, what was there to know?

There would be people, talking and smelling of booze, and unwelcome reactions. The last, she expected. These people, hospital and townsfolk alike, seemed as real in body and mind as any other to her, so if they were truly human, bar flies would be judging her--the crazy girl with tragic delusions--the same way she was judging them--the oblivious captors. And that was an example of the strangeness she was facing, that she could be on the same playing field as humanity again, when she'd become something else. Something with a hunger for human blood. Yomi still had that hunger, and the means to satisfy it, but still, she was at people's mercy.

Well, she could be good. Until things returned to how they should be.

Yomi stepped inside, the clump of her shoes on the floor giving her entrance away. Her eyes didn't need long to adjust--she looked around her, taking in the room as though in the midst of deciding if she should stay or go. In reality, she had nothing to be hesitant about, and there were only so many worthwhile places to scope out if she couldn't leave the town. Newly legal in body, the bar was a suitable choice.

When her gaze had done a circuit of the room and its occupants, she continued inside, making her way up to the bar. The girl slid into a stool, which put her back to the rest of the bar. Now, was she considered a customer?

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[damned-town.livejournal.com]

The title of customer was reserved for those who could pay. Mathers wasn't the sort of guy to give freebies and he wasn't the sort to appreciate these crazies coming into his bar every week without anything to do but fill up space. It annoyed him. Even more so when he took stock at the end of the day and realized that he was missing things. Damn bastards from up the hill were stealing somehow.

When someone new entered, Mathers moved behind the bar from the back room, the same towel tossed over his shoulder that he always had. Setting a bowl of roasted nuts on the bar in front of the new girl, he regarded her carefully and asked, "Well? You just here to sit?"

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

[Reno]

Maybe Rude was torturing himself, being in a place he couldn't enjoy. Maybe he was just sizing it up. He took a chair in a dark spot and leaned back, eyes closed under his shades and waited for his partner in crime. So far today he'd seen up a skirt and come closer to breaking this place's mysteries and been harassed. Not bad, really, all in all.