It's cold again....
Thank god she only got kicked out of the truck a mile outside the city. Because her feet hurt....
Time to look around for a decent place to make her own. Hopefully there's a unlocked dumpster nearby she can claim.
Angel Dust
Anthony
Angieย
Porn Demon
Age: 30
Date of death: 1947
"You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit! I didn't ask to be this way. I didn't ask for Charlie to save me. I didn't ask for you to save me. I can handle myself."
Turned to the other finally, she let the knife in her clutched hand emerged... She barely noticed as she rubbed the back of her hand on her forehead.
"That.... Was intense..."
She chuckled a bit and took back her money. Looking up to the man.
-order spike, driving it into his temple.
Frank dropped the body then grabbed the money he stole. He gave the money back to the woman, casual as can be. She could now see the white skull icon on his shirt.
"Sorry about that."
She didn't want to assume anything. So she just shrugged. Chuckling a bit.
"No one to tell. So you're business is your own. "
She finally eyes the bottle in his hand. The woman was clearly intoxicated already. But asking couldn't hurt... Right?
When the aggressor came her way, demanding her money, she gave a 'frightened' look. Slowly sliding the money across the bar with her free hand.
The other finally gripping the concealed handle.
Oh fuck.... Ok Bella was not sober enough for this. She looked between the strange man and the robber. Her whole body was trembling now.
But she nodded. One hand inching it's way back into her sleeve. She was feeling for the blade that resided there.
-moved the small spike that held to go orders closer to him on the counter. He then looked at the woman and spoke low.
"When he asks you for your money, hand it over. I'll give it back to you."
Wincing after each one. Smiling to herself, she savoured the burn.
Her foot tapped nervously. But the alcohol helped a lot. She was just happy she could afford to drink tonight.
At the music change, she looked around for the source. Finally taking note of the man nearby. She stiffened up a bit. It was hard enough to be in the bar itself. She wasn't expecting anyone else.
When she received her whiskey, she took a couple shots.--
He snapped out of it when she entered. He took note of her, assessing her possibility of being a threat quickly as she sat down. After figuring she wasn't there to rob the place, he went back to his drink.
The next song to come on the jukebox was the 1982 rendition of The Man-
Someone found $200 on the street today! Been to two bars already and now she's singing loudly to herself while skulking through her alleys. Arms out as she spins while walking.
It's been a great night.
"Anyone who thinks I'm a hero is a fool. Iโm not a hero. Iโm...."
The Punisher.
-Multiverse RP.
-11+ Years RP experience.
-Returning Frank Castle RP.
-18+ only. Dark themes and violence.
Welcome back Frank.
The woman walked into the bar. Already swaying a bit. She was humming to herself while she made her way to the bar.
Dropping down a few seats away from the other, she barely noticed anything as she began talking to the bartender.
Frank sits alone at the bar, looking off into the distance seemingly. His eyes glazed over a bit as he holds a glass of rum. The Jukebox softly plays After Dark in the background.
#OpenRP