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You walk into a very large restaurant with high ceilings that leave the rafters exposed. Fluorescent lamps hang from the ceiling, adding light to the place and tables. Windows adorn the sides of the place, looking out onto the chaos that is Twisted. On some of the walls are paintings, photographs, and some holograms of different B-movies, and a number of people who tend to visit the UR as they're singing karaoke. The hardwood bar rests at the back of the place, it's surface polished and shiny and all together spotless (most of the time). Behind the bar are various beverages that are served and a giant mirror. There seems to be an inordinate amount of different drinks. A large stage rests in one of the corners of the restaurant, with an amazing sound system and a few microphones strung about it. Multiple round wood tables are in the room, and a swing door leads into the kitchen. Another door leads to the dance club, and another to the gym. And of course, there's an exit to the outside. A large fireplace rests in one of the walls, with a beautiful stone chimney that flows up and out. A long spiral staircase rests near the entrance to the kitchen, leading to a second floor balcony that overlooks the UR itself. The lights up there are a bit dimmer than those down below. Sitting in the back of the Usual, looking quite content at the moment, sits the form of Johnny C - his buckled boots propped up on the table before him and a glass of some sort of soda in his hands sipping… almost happily. He's mostly ignoring the people coming and going today, lost in a world obscured by his goggles. Then surely he won't notice the less then Ninja Devi who strides through the door. Her hands have a very faint blackmist, like a pair of lace gloves even though she's not wearing any. Her long steps carry her to the bar, before she slams her fist down as hard as she can on the bar. Thanks to the makeup, the bar is untouched and the barkeep merely raises an eyebrow at her. "Gimme a drink." She plops on a stool and stares into space. Johnny's eyebrow arches at the sound and a curious eye peeks out from behind his goggles as he pulls one lens upwards enough to see. "Ooooh!" Not thinking the maniac lets go of the lens to wave, leaving it snapping painfully against his head with enough force to knock him and his chair onto the floor. "HEY DEV-OW!!!" Instead of climbing back up he chooses instead to lay on the floor in pain, at least until his eye stops stinging. Devi smacks the bar again as the barkeep sets the first glass down, summoning another before the first one is gone. She swigs down the first and motions for the barkeep to get her that second one. As Johnny hits the floor, she turns around. "Hey Nny. What's up? How's life in hell?" Her tone is placid and almost empty. Johnny stares blankly into the rafters above him. "Um… Hell… it's… okay I guess." His hands appear suddenly as he flails them in the air reaching for the table. Eventually one of them smacks the tabletop and soon the rest of the maniac is pulled into view for a brief moment before the table tips over on top of him forcing a scream of pain. Finally realizing he needs to GET OFF THE FLOOR FIRST, Johnny shoves himself to his feet and struggles to push the table back the way it's supposed to be. "SHUT UP! That never happened! YOU SAW NOTHIIIIING!!" Devi arches her own eyebrow and downs another drink, smacking the bar again. The barkeep sighs and just sets the bottle by her and walks off. "Sure sure." She says to johnny, tipping her glass in thanks towards the barkeep. "Nothing at all." She nods. Dusting his own chair off as he sits it straight, NNY gestures towards it and grabs a chair off a neighboring table. "Wanna join me?" He pauses to stare at the table with a sigh, "I promise not to knock it over this time." It never happened, huh? Sitting down again he goes looking for his glass only to find it in a puddle beside him. Another sigh escapes. "…damnit." Time to find a replacement or a skutter or something to bring it to him… Devi shrugs, snatching up her bottle and glass before walking over and sitting down. She casually throws her feet on the table and looks at Johnny. "What was it like when you killed youre first person?" Johnny blinkblinks at the question. "Um…" He flops into his chair, nearly knocking it over again. "First person, huh…?" Leaning forwards he props his head up on an upturned hand. "I'm not really sure. Nailbunny would know, but he's been gone longer than I can keep track of." Another heavy sigh. "I can tell you one of the first time I actually felt bad about killing someone." He peers at Devi's face, trying to figure out what's brought this question up. "It was this God-Saves Christian guy. Totally convinced and unimpressed with everything that was going on around him because he -knew- that he was destined for something better." Johnny pauses with a heavy breath. "At the time I think I felt bad because it 'did nothing' for me. But looking back? He didn't deserve it. He wasn't a bad guy, he hadn't done anything wrong. I was just so fucking convinced that I had to keep that damn wall wet." The maniac draws out his dagger and stabs it into the table top. "I think I was more deserving than he was. I should have been the one that kicked it." Devi says, "And you've what, just kind came to grips with that idea and moved on?" She leans on her elbows towards him. "No sought for redemption? Just... Blam?" Johnny blinks again, "Eh? What'cha mean 'redemption'? I'm a horrible person. I've done horrible things. The way I see it, you've got two choices in life - sit around regretting your mistakes, or just saying 'fuck it' and moving on. I've done the sitting and mourning thing, it doesn't get you anywhere. You gotta move on or just fucking end it." He yanks the dagger back out of the table and rotates it slowly around his ear in the classic gesture, "Otherwise you go crazy, and that's only fun for so long believe me." Leaning back in his chair again, the maniac starts to twirl his dagger casually at his side. "So? What's brought all this on?" Devi nods her head and purses her lips. "I suppose that's true." She sips her drink, seeming a little less unhinged, and the almost visable crack on her eyes starts healing. "I... had an accident." Johnny's eyebrow arches again, "…I'm assuming you don't mean you woke up needing to change your pants? So what happened? Someone piss you off? Roommate finally struck the last nerve after cleaning out the fridge?" He leans forwards without a hint of humor on his face, "Devi? …do you need someone to help hide the bodies? 'Cause I'm -totally- there for you if you do." Devi swirls her glass around, almost talking to herself."I guess it was kinda rude of me to leave the body in the park. I don't know what to do with a body." She looks back at him. "Tenna's in hell. Do you think you could, I dunno, like drop her off at the apartment?" Does she have to actually answer that? Johnny sweatdrops, "Whoa, whoa whoa… you really KILLED Tenna!?!? You killed her and left her in the park and you want me to just go GET her?!? How the hell do you know she's in Hell? I mean, assuming she really is - I can't promise I can just drag her back! I pulled some serious shit over Samantha but I STILL don't know if that's gonna come bite me in the ass later or not." His voice lowers, "…I think el Diablo is avoiding me or something…" Devi shakes her head quickly. "Are you dumb? I didn't kill Tenna, she is/was being held hostage down there. I don't think I'm allowed to waltz to and from hell now that I'm on the Council..." She eyes him, wondering what Diablo is going to say when he finds out. Johnny's eyes narrow. "Killed someone. Not Tenna. Left them in the park. Gotcha." He hmmm's softly. "Yeah, I guess if she's in Hell it shouldn't be too hard to just go find her assuming she's not in one of those 'spooooky' areas." He leaves the comment alone like something to be avoided. "Diablo would know where she was. He pretty much knows everything anyways." His body jerks stiff a moment as his brain suddenly realizes he's forgotten something. "Wait. Your on what Council now?" Oh, right. No one's told him. Devi says, "Don't you guys get monthly memo's or something? Where they tell you all the newest gossip? Yeah. Me." She rolls her eyes. "Their lucky I havn't burnt something down yet. Why'd I get a position of power?" Johnny sweatdrops, "So wait… your on the Council. So… why would that keep you out of Hell your-ooooh. Diablo's Twisted Council. Right. Forgot about that." The maniac glances to the side looking a little worried that he's missing so much tonight. "Congrats I guess." He rubs the side of his head with his free hand. "Alright soooo… clearly we need a talk with the horned one." Devi says, "You talk with the Horned one. I don't want the GRandfather 'I'm so dissapointed in you' look." She shudders, "It's creepy." Johnny headtilts, "Why would he be disappointed in you? Is there more to this story or something?" He crosses his arms on the table and leans his head on them. "…nevermind. I see where this is going. We'll talk about it later, huh?" Another sigh. "Fine. Fine. I'll take care of it or try to. I'll letcha know what I find out." Devi says, "Thanks. Your a 'life saver'." She grins, and just kinda... walks out… The maniac sighs heavily once more, "Welp… I'll go looking AFTER I get another drink." He eyes the barkeep suspiciously. "YoOOOoooouuuuuu…" The poor bastard sweatdrops. "Another drink please?" Johnny's subsequent smile makes him sweatdrop more. Oh, the poor lowly random help. How the world tortures thee. | |
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