AuntFlavia

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Mysterious amnesiac. Unknown past. Musician. Chucker of french fries. I just couldn't help myself.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

John pushed through the free swinging doors out of the kitchen, practically skipping along holding the small basket of chips that no one had asked for. That was fine by him, if no one wanted any then he would just help himself.

The pub was back to bustling, thankfully. At least now there would be something to do. Out of the corner of his eye, John saw Charlize taking an order from a customer. She was much better than John at remembering what people wanted.

Just when he had crossed the floor to offer her the chips he had just made, a cloud of smoke dispersed into the air around a patron, revealing a completely different person when it cleared. The hulking man was at least a foot taller than John, towering over all normal sized people. His trench coat hung over his shoulders like a cape, casting a menacing silhouette. John was frozen at the sight of this man; he radiated power like no one he had seen before. The Abandoned Bar was certainly a strange place to all who came to it, but even this den of everything supernatural, the only home that John has known for two years, now had an unfamiliar specter looming in the center of it; an intruder.

There was...something else, too. At the sight of this figure, John felt as if a key had been struck near the top of his spine. One of the wires of his cluttered mind resonated thickly in his head; it was a sharp and familiar note. Because of this reaction coupled with the man's presence John could only stare at the man and gape as symbols appeared on the walls around them. He could feel the little magic that he knew draining out of him, leaving him weak and still immobile. The feeling was fleeting, though, as the symbols quickly shattered with a sound that in normal circumstances would have made John jump.

John hadn't even seen the guard sneaking up to this man, if he even really was a man. The sight of the guard's head exploding horrified John; his heart leaped into his throat and his knees threatened to buckle underneath him. The note ringing in his mind became a dissonant chord. He stepped back slightly, away from the psychopath.

"Now I am a mage like you people, well, kind of like you people. Now I have a dream, a dream where we are the ones on top! A world where we no longer have to hide ourselves from the mortals in this world. I can wipe them all out leaving only those who are magically gifted untouched. But I need your help. I need people to find things for me and join me in the new world. So I ask you? Will you join me? Do not think though that I will slaughter you if you say no."

John's mind raced while this mad man was speaking. What could he do? He couldn't attack, he only knew illusionary magic, which would be ineffective anyway, and his only offense were his fists, which were never in a real fight that he could remember.

John stood there, coming out of his shocked daze slowly but surely, looking around at his fellow patrons. Stunned silence everywhere.

He couldn't attack, he couldn't and wouldn't hide, so what could he do?

John thought for a moment, and steeled his nerves.

He could be the first person to say no.

John looked down at himself, realizing stupidly that the chips he had made were still sitting in his hand, in the little basket. It felt foreign and absurd, a little bowl of fried potatoes nestled in his palm while this raving lunatic shouted plans of world domination.

Going with his gut reaction, John hurled the chips in the direction of this intruder. It landed rather lamely at the man's feet, but that didn't stop John from shouting, “Are you fucking mad?! You're talking about genocide!”

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

John's gonna be an epic badass guys, watch this.

...I apologize in advance if this totally ruins the moment.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Ack, sorry, something came up. I'll definitely have one up tomorrow.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

I'll get a post up later today.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

It's a wonderful thing, like a lifetime supply of key lime pie.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

So much sexiness and butts in this rp

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

“Staring? At- wha...?” He thought to himself, feeling very self-conscious, Is it my nose? I know I have a funny nose... John whipped his head around, as if someone was looking at him this very moment. There was no one, though, so he continued listening to Kaden, slightly alarmed by the feral look in his eyes.

"But I guess it'd be different for you, wouldn't it? I don't know what to tell you, goldfish,"

John cast his eyes downward; he could feel his face burning. He couldn't tell if Kaden was joking in a friendly way or a mean way, and that was half the embarrassment. Well, then he probably shouldn't have bothered Kaden with his babbling in the first place anyway, so feeling like a fish out of water was his own fault. Kaden was still talking, but John was distracted by the sinking feeling in his chest.

“...You find something real, something that makes you think something's really happening, let me know, and I'll see what I can do. Got nothin' else to occupy me after all."

“Sure...I-I...gotta make chips.” John stammered out and excused himself from the table, retreating to the back of the bar and into the kitchen, hoping that it would be quieter there. He passed through the rest of the bar quickly, not noticing the old man. Once he got into the actually quite roomy kitchen, he scrubbed his hands clean and started up the fryer. John's skin crawled with goosebumps as he stood there, so he hugged himself slightly, though it didn't help much. He wasn't sure why he felt so off today. As he stared straight ahead, his eyes began to glaze over as he hummed one of the other songs he knew by heart on piano. The doc knew what song it was and gave John the some of the lyrics for it, just so he could sing along if he wanted, but he never did. The song was nice enough. He thought of those lyrics as his mind wandered, standing there humming an ages old tune.

–
His hand twitched and his eyes fluttered open. The white sky unfolded above him. The cold damp snow glittered around his sprawled limbs, some of which were bent in odd directions.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair...

He didn't dare try to move his body even if he could. There wasn't any pain, just the biting cold. His senses were returning at a sluggish pace as he blinked away some snowflakes that had fallen on his eyelashes.

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

He was in a ditch. But, more importantly, he didn't know who he was. Or where he was. Or when he was. Or if he even was; perhaps this was a dying dream.

remember me to the one who lives there...

The man's heart pounded thickly but slowly in his chest. He heard a rumbling sound in the distance grow closer, pass him, slow down and stop. Then a muffled thud. The man closed his eyes; he didn't want to know what it was. He just wanted to sleep. The last thing he heard was a voice, “Oh...Christ...are you okay, mate?”

for she was once a true love of mine...
–

John snapped out of his stupor and clapped his hands together loudly, shouting, “Oh! 'Brewing'! Not 'bubbling'!” That was the word he'd been trying to think of while talking to Kaden, it came to him out of the blue. John rubbed his hands together, dumped some chips into the fryer basket and lowered it into the now rolling oil. New word; today was getting better.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Gonna have to jump on the flashback train to stretch this post out a bit.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

God I missed pretty much everything, sorry, I've been busy.