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[When Do We Start?]

(Sorry for the long wait)

Micah walked into the fortress cantina. He dreaded coming here, with all the dangerous mercenaries, criminals, bounty hunters, and low-lifes loitering about. He always thought they were trying to start a fight with you for no apparent reason. There was always the damp and musky smell lingering whenever he came in here. Despite his dislike of this place, he had to come here to meet someone. An important person. He looked about the cantina and realized he had come early. He went up to the bar and sat on one of the stools.
When the bartender came near he ordered a non-alcoholic raven-berry beverage.

Violet woke up and saw figures analyzing her. She started to ask questions but the figures didn't respond. She started to kick and scream. Then she started to yell, "Where the hell am I?" She didn't remember her past but she only remembers how to fight, yell, and everything she was taught as a child. Violet was given a shot and then she slowly fell asleep and started to dream random things. Outside her dream, she still started to kick and scream.

"Right away, sir," LiaRose took the mans order and hurried to make it - something about her making her move his order to first place. He was sinister - like half the people in the place she now worked. But the pay was good here, and maybe if she made enough she could leave and go find Mickey... She placed his drink in front of him, on top of a small napkin. It was hot and water was quickly condensing on the side of the glass, making it seem like both the people and the glass were hot enough to sweat. As she filled her other orders she surveyed the man that had caught her attention earlier. He was sitting calmly, not reading or yelling like the other slobs that often came in. He looked deceptively relaxed; he was clearly very aware of everyone around him, but his eyes were lazy as if he hadn't a care in the world right now but his raven-berry. She constantly watched him as she filled the other orders, making sure all the people paid, waiting for Blair to come and take over her shift. Blair was always late, but LiaRose needed to be on entertainment duty in 5 minutes - her flute was well-liked among many of the drunken brutes who labelled her a siren. She sighed and looked at her watch. Then she saw one man start to walk away without paying - the one sitting next to the mysterious man.
"Hey!"

Micah was sipping on his beverage when the man sitting next to him got up without paying. He wasn't surprised because things like this happened often in a place like this. He normally wasn't the type to stop crime, but he didnt want to see the pretty girl who worked at the bar have to chase after this guy.
He got up and walked up to him. " Hey buddy, this isn't a soup kitchen. These people are trying to run a business you know. "
It came so sudden that Micah couldn't even see the man's fist get him on the side of his jaw. The next moment Micah was lying on the floor, and he could see that the man was running away now.

Ronny shook his head and tried to remember the events that led to him lying on the side of the street beside some knocked over garbage bins, and he had some vague memories of the events of about 30 seconds ago, he had heard the yell from the cantina, then saw the man running out and down the street his way, he figured the guy hadn't payed or done something stupid of the sort, and without thinking he tried to stop the man by ramming into him, he had miscalculated everything, mainly because he hadn't calculated anything at all, the man was much larger and plowed over him, giving a hard elbow to the forehead and knocking him down against the garbage cans. "That explains the bump" Ronny muttered bitterly, he felt dizzy, and crawled over to the window of the cantina before he lost control of his arms and faceplanted on the sidewalk.

Church was sitting in the back of the cantina,gun at his side and glass in his hand.He was pondering,thinking what had brought the world to what it was now.He looked over at the bar and witnessed a large man sock another guy in the jaw,and saw the man fall to the ground,Church chuckled at the thought of the man coming too and finding the guy that punched him was long gone.
"heh looks like another pointless brawl" he drinks his shot of whiskey and slams the glass down on to the table,observing the rest of the cantina "hmmm,not much going on here tonight" ,he muttered to himself.
Church checked to make sure he had all his equipment,with the kinda scum here he could never be too careful with his weaponry and essential supplies he needed to survive.

He stood up and was about to leave when he noticed something by the window,it was a man and by the looks of it he had things pretty rough "pfft suppose i should help the poor bastard"he said to himself again.
Church walks out of the cantina and stands over the man who was now unconcious on the ground,in a single movement Church picks up the man and throws him over his shoulder,he wasnt as heavy as Church thought.
He walks into back into the cantina and carries the passed out man to the booth by the window.He plops the guy down on the other side of the booth and sits back donw and motions the bartender for another shot of whiskey.He didnt know who the man was but the least he could do was stay until the guy woke up.Church stes his gun back down and waits for the man to come to.

[[just so yall know im not this heartless in RL its just the character xP ]]

Blair had finally come in - which was good news to LiaRose as she was focusing her attention on the stranger on the ground. As Blair went off to get some guy another whiskey, LiaRose scrambled out from behind the bar to assist the stranger. "Are you alright?" She kneeled beside him. "We get men like him all the time in here, really. Oh..." she winced as she saw his bloody cheek. She could handle blood, but it still made her a little queasy. "I'm so sorry. I can get you a free drink on the house if you'd like? We try not to injure our customers."
She looked up, the current band was just beginning to pack up. She judged she had two minutes until she had to be on stage with her flute. She wanted to continue apologizing to the stranger, but she knew that would be strange so she simply bit her lip and looked continually at the dark red scrape on his cheek. The man who had punched him must have had some sort of ring on to cause such a scrape.
Blair came over and popped her bubblegum loud in LiaRose's ear, "Hey, Leesa, get that guy a whiskey souwa, will ya? I'm a little busy." LiaRose turned in exasperation, "Doing what, may I ask?" Blair grinned, "Looking after the handsome in the corna," she pointed to a random man and walked towards him. LiaRose stood and sighed, "I'm really sorry - If there's nothing I can do for you I need to go make that man a whiskey sour, stat. Customers hate waiting."

[Ill assume that Im the 'guy' that got picked up and is getting a free whiskey :)]

Ronny looked up once he was in the Cantina, the guy had carried him in like nothing, and they the girl had come up to him, he heard her saying that he could have a free drink, and now it was decided as a whiskey, so much for having a say, "Thats fine, I'll try it out, but I make no guarantees of if it stays inside, since I'm barely legal for this shit", he pulled himself up into an empty seat and touched the cut on his cheek, wondering where the heck it came from, since he just got elbowed in the forehead. Then I remembered the sharp piece of glass that was sticking out of one of the garbage cans...

The man had woken up,Church was about to introduce himself when he saw two large men,one carrying a rifle,and another holding a pistol walked into the cantina
"shit" he said and grab his rifle and stood up. "your welcome for the whiskey and everything" he said hurriedly to the man in the booth" with that he quickly,and non chalantly hurried torwards the kitchen of the cantina,trying not to be seen by the two armed men standing in the front doorway "i cant believe they fuckin found me all the way out here" he muttered to himself and entered the kitchen looking around for an exit "fuck me" he said "i have to find a way out of here"

He knew things wouldnt end well with these two,and being in close quarters he would be severely restricted in fighting them.He found an empty room he assumed was for storage and stopped inside.If he couldnt find a way out then he'd have to fight,so he wanted to make sure his guns were in good working order.He checked to make sure his M4 was loaded and slung it back over his shoulder.Church peered out into the hallway to see if he was being followed,he was not so he slipped out of the room and continued on until he came to a wall "god dammit...a dead end..." he heard ruslting coming from behind him,he turned and raised his rifle at the lone figure standing before him.

(lol, it wasn't you who LiaRose was conversing with but Church did pick you up, Ronny. LiaRose was conversing with mitch. It's confusing, not having names yet, you know? But don't worry, you can have a free drink anyways. It looks like you really need it. Rough day, kid.)

LiaRose was more than stressed. She had been caring for the stranger who had been sitting at the bar and been punched out when Blair had to leave her alone to deliever a whiskey sour. However as she neared the man she was supposed to give the whiskey to, he ran off like a bat out of h***. And now the man who'd been with him - who admittedly looked as if he'd had a rough day and needed a drink - was talking about a free drink? She'd offered a free drink to the other injured man, not this one - whom she'd seen get carried in. But she handed the drink to the man anyways, saying, "Yup, its on the house. You look like you could really use a drink... Ronny." His name was printed in faded letters on his jacket. She set the whiskey down in front of him and walked away trying to sort things out in her mind as she walked back towards the man who'd gotten punched at the bar. He was sitting up now, the cut on his cheek still bleeding.
She knelt beside him once again, looked back to Ronny once more in confusion, then turned her attention back to him. "Hi. I'm back. Do you need anything? I promise, I'll get you anything you need." He was young, a little older than her she guessed. He was frowning - though who wouldn't be if they'd just been punched in the face, especially if they were sticking up for someone else and there was an analytical anger in his eyes. She swallowed slowly as he turned his attention towards her.

Micah pulled himself together and sat on the booth. His face felt swollen and painful, but it wasn't the first time he'd been knocked out by a punch.
" Oww.. What just happened? Oh yeah, the guy. He must've done some boxing in his years. A sharp jab on the side of the jaw can shake up the frontal lobe and make one lose his conscience for a while.. "
He noticed that the girl who worked at the bar was looking at him with worrisome eyes.
" Oh, i'm sorry if I just caused a ruckus. God, this is embarrassing- "
Micah's attention was caught by the girl's face.
" Wait, are you..? "
A tall man in a black coat came into the bar then and notice Micah sitting on one of the booths.
" Jeezus, what happened to you kid? "
The man walked over to Micah and observed his face. He sat down across from and ordered a dry glass of rum.

Church layed his finger on the trigger of his gun as he aimed at the man standing in front of him,
the man had a pistol raised and aimed directly at churchs forehead

"looks like we finally caught up with you" the man laughed and began to pull the trigger of his gun,church saw this and crouched

"what the fu-" before the man knew what happened,churchraised his rifle again and squeeezed the trigger.The round penetrated the front of the mans skull,and exited out the back of it,spraying bits of bone and blood on the wall.The mans body fell to the ground,his eyes still open.
"heh,thatll teach you to fuck with me"

Church stood up and walked back down the hallway the same way he,he wondered if the people out in the front heard the gunshot,then again he didnt really care.He was about to step back out into the front of the cantina when a huge bulk of a man stepped in his way,blocking the exit
"awww shit" church said as the man lifted him up by his collar and flung him out into the main part of the cantina
Church landed on a table which collasped immediatly.He quickly scrambled to his feet and searched for his rifle'
"shit shit shit..." he said as he looked around. The huge man stepped out into the cantina and with ease,popped his knuckles and neck,a sure sign he was ready to fight.Church did the same and braced for impact as the man swung at his head,church dodged and responded with an uppercut to the mans jaw which sent him back a few steps.When the man regained his composure,he ran full speed torwards church.His big hulking body collided with church and sent him slamming into the wall,he slumped down.He could feel the back of his head bleeding

"aw fuck" he said as the huge man began to walk torwards him,Church's vision began to fade and he could feel himself slipping into unconciousness...

(man, this is confusing, isnt it, but I dont like tall guys anymore)

Ronny took a sip of the whiskey, and winced as it went down, it tasted terrible, but it did numb the pain, sorta, and now he could see the guy that had carried him in getting knocked around by some huge guy, he acted before he thought about why it was suicidal to do what he was about to do, and whipped the glass of whiskey at the guys head, it hit dead on, and he had the mans attention, not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, "Sorry, you looked like you could use a drink, a lot more than me", he figured this was a good time to run, with the man moving closer, but he was standing up, and having enough trouble with it, he still felt dizzy, but he was resting his hand on his chair, and knew that was his only defence, using actual logic for the first time today, he calculated where he would need to aim to knock out, or possibly kill this man, and swung the chair with his arm, but he hadn't factored in that he was already starting to tip backwards, and needed to get the chair away so he could grab on to the table, but he got lucky, the chair managed to hit the guy right beside the temple, shattering the chair leg, he let go and grabbed the table, thinking how ugly it will look when the guy before him splatters his blood across it, but that wasn't going to happen, the man was crumpled on the ground, the hit got lucky, but he knew he was still alive, he looked over at the guy that had been hit by the tall man, "You ok?" he asked, wondering if he could hear him...

LiaRose got the man his rum, gave a small smile to the slightly-embarassed young man who had clambered back up onto his barstool, and was now headed across the room to fetch Blair back. She thought she might have heard a gunshot, and by God she knew what a gunshot sounded like, but it was muffled and hard to hear. It could have been anywhere, and as long as it wasn't near her she was happy. She had just reached the table where Blair was flirting with a blond man with a tattoo crawling up his face - flaming skulls and skeletons biting and scratching their way up his throat to his left cheek and curling around his eyeball. She shivered slightly as she pulled Blair away. Blair pouted as they made their way back to the bar. LiaRose watched her coworker's sullen expression for a moment before getting her purse and fishing around for the parts of her flute - officially late with entertainment. She had just gotten the last part out when she heard a commotion behind her - a loud crack, akin to someone's head being slammed into the wall. And low and behold, as she turned around, there was the large man who had ordered the whiskey with his body sliding slowly to the floor leaving a bloody trail on the wall. And then there was the other man - Ronny, she thought she remembered - lifting a chair high above his head, slightly unsteady, and smashing it on the other man's skull. The tall man went down, crashing to the floor and Ronny stumbled to the whiskey man, lying in a small pool of his own blood - coming from the back of his head.
The entire place was quiet for a moment, looking at the three men, then normal conversation resumed as if it were a regular old bar fight. But LiaRose knew better - she had heard the gunshot earlier, and as she ran closer, could see both the rifle lying on the ground and the tall man's pistol tucked into his belt. Ronny looked like an innocent bystander to her, someone caught up in something he didn't understand. Kind of like LiaRose herself, as she used her black bar apron to stop the flow of blood coming from the whiskey man's head. The other had only a slight gash and seemed to be waking already. The sight of the blood was making her naseous again, and her empty stomach wasn't helping. Adrenaline was flying through her veins and she closed her eyes for a minute to control all the factors that kept her stomach rolling.

Churchs vision was still blurred,he heard voices talking but he couldnt tell were they were coming from,or from who.All he felt was a massive pain on the back of his head.He threw up and and his head rolled to the side,he passed out,and his entire body went limp.

LiaRose felt the body beneath her turn slightly and heard a retching sound as the man threw up in her lap. She practically screamed, her hand covered in the blood that leaked from the back of his head through her apron that she held there, across her fingers, then down her wrist and arm and now her lap covered in this poor mans lunch. She looked for Blair to come and help but Blair was sitting at the bar drinking a margarita - and the handsome man from the corner was sitting next to her. Ronny looked to be practically useless and no one appeared to be coming to their rescue. She closed her eyes again, trying to ignore the wet, warm liquid on her lap - the stomach acid burning her skin a little. Luckily it had been mostly neutralized by lunch or else she would be in severe pain now . Kind of like the man who's head she held in her hand. She squeezed her eyes shut harder, not sure if she could keep from throwing up herself. The blood, the violence, the adrenaline, and now the puke was getting to her. "Help..." she whispered, her head spinning. "Oh... Please..."

After viewing the mass violence unfold in the cantina, Micah looked at Edgar, the tall grizzly man who came in to talk with him.
" I guess this wasn't a very good place to have a conversation huh? " Micah asked, rubbing his jaw.
Micah got up and tried to pick up the bleeding man. Edgar took a sip of his rum, then got up to help Micah out.
" I'll take this guy to the medical lab, sorry for all this mess miss. " Micah said to the girl as he picked up the man.
Micah took another good look at the girl with a slight gaze before he left.
Micah and Edgar carefully carried the large man towards the lab, which wasn't very far.
" You know that girl or something little Micah? Why'd you keep looking at her like that? " Edgar asked, struggling to keep the unconscious man from falling.
" Dunno, she gave me a real strange feeling when she was right next to me. Deja vu or something.. "

Violet woke up in a dark room and felt calm. She didn't know where she was and she thought that she was there for a bad reason so she screamed until somebody came to help her. A nurse came with a sharp object and poked her in the arm. Violet fell into a deep sleep but this time she was calm in her dream and in reality. She dreamed about a man and a woman that was holding a little girl. The little girl was Violet but Violet didn't remember the two adults holding her so she was very confused.

Church began to awaken,he didnt know what was happening.His vision was still blurred but he heard two men talking,he also noticed that he was being carried.The pain in the back of his head was tremendous and all he wanted to do was die so the pain would end.

"where....where am i...?" he said faintly and waited for a response.

LiaRose took a few deep breaths to calm herself before getting up and going to the tiny washroom, filled with pot smoke. She tried as best she could to get the puke off her, then dried a few tears that had leaked out and sighed. Today was a longer day that usual it appeared. The one man - the stranger who had been punched earlier and had just carried Ronny's friend out, he seemed like he knew her? But she didn't remember him. Maybe they went to the same school before the apocalypse. Before her life ended ... before she had to come here. He was cute - she remembered a few of the cutest guys at her high school, but she had never dated nor cared too. They were always so loud and ungrateful, the boys, that she'd never taken notice of them beyond annoyance. Maybe she had met him at band camp, or perhaps he was in the orchestra pit for the musical with her - the professional production. She shook her head as she continued to scrub blood out from under her fingernails to no avail. She couldn't believe she wouldn't remember him if he remembered her. But then, the only person she had really focused on remembering since the event was Mickey - her younger brother. Other faces were beginning to fade away...
Her boss slammed open the door with Blair lazily chewing gum on her heels. "LISA!" The manager yelled, ignoring the hazy smoke and stomping straight up to LiaRose. LiaRose always hated it when people said her name so utterly wrong - even Lia or Rose would be fine, but Lisa? Her manager continued with her rant, "I am sick and tired of you not working! Half the people at the bar are complaining that they don't have their drink and Blair says its because you got her so backed up on orders she can't keep it all straight! And you're supposed to be on entertainment duty now! What are you doing? Slacking off? Typical, Lisa! I can't have workers like you here. You're fired. I'm sorry." and Blair gave her an evil leer as they left. 'That's for tearing me away from Mr.Hots,' she mouthed.
LiaRose finished washing her hands in a daze, then picked up the pieces of her flute, put them in her empty purse and started out the door. She'd had this job for months and was always getting into trouble for Blair's downfalls. But Blair was the owner's daughter... and she should have suspected as much. She had nowhere to go. No parents, no job, she'd been sleeping at the catina - in the same room as Blair coincidently. Luckily all she had was two pairs of clothes and her flute - and her other set of clothes was in the washer in town instead of in the catina. She walked down to the center of town, trying to decide what to do... where to go. She picked up her shirt - some kind Samaritan had put it in the dryer, and walked outside with all her belongings drapped over her arm. And then she saw the medical lab and she had a brainstorm - and started running. She saw the two men carrying the large, heavy one down the street, trying to figure out how they would open the door to the lab. "Hey!" She shouted, running after them, "Here, I'll help." She held open the door for them as they carried the man inside, then stepped in and followed them.

Violet woke up and saw food next to her. She also saw a door with the word restroom so she washed her face and went back to her bed. She saw an empty bed next to hers and wondered who was going to stay there until he or she would be let out. She still didn't know where she was and then she saw a woman enter her room with blonde hair and a face that would scare you. "E-excuse me miss. Do you happen to know where I am?" She asked nervously. "Your in the hospital silly little girl." The nurse replied with a smile that would only be shown to little kids. Violet felt confused since she felt more mature than a little girl. The nurse checked her info and saw that she was 20 going on 21. "I'm sorry miss. Its just that your... umm.. whats the word... Well a little shorter than most adults so I assumed that you were a child. Again I'm sorry." She said.

" Oh, thanks. Did they let you out early or something? " Micah asked, struggling to get the man in through the door.
" Okay, lay him down right here, no the other way around. Yes. "
Micah wiped his sweat from his forehead and looked at the girl.
" Aw, you didn't have to really care this much for this guy, you're very nice though. My names Micah by the way. "
Micah examined the back of the man's head.
" Oh, looks like he'll need some stitches. "

((having a rough day,will edit this into a post later))