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Allen Henrick
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Steppin' Razor
Description
He looks unkempt but of a sturdy constitution, nonetheless.
I take no credit for the above image. It is titled "Busride Bini" and is the work of HeartJuice. Follow the link provided to view the artist's DeviantArt site.
I take no credit for the above image. It is titled "Busride Bini" and is the work of HeartJuice. Follow the link provided to view the artist's DeviantArt site.
Equipment
He is most likely wearing clothes and may be carrying something. You should look.
History
Once upon a time.
So begins...
Allen Henrick's Story
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Allen Henrick blinks a few times while smoking and the woman dashes off. Just as suddenly, she had returned. This one certainly had a deep wellspring of energy. Meeting her eyes and maintaining contact the entire time, he slips out the case, pops it up, and holds it up. "Ya want one?"
Allen Henrick glances over at the floating machine thing. Now that was pretty cool looking. He nodded to himself then returned his attention to Kisa. "Right. Allen," he states, holding out his large left hand, the other slipping the case into his coat. "Ya talk real quickly. Cute, tho, lay."
Allen Henrick almost drops his smoke when he snorts in amusement at the sudden spectacle of aggressive action, having never seen a column of wood splinter in that fashion. But he tries to pay attention to Kisa so as not to be rude. Hah.
Allen Henrick smiled, trying to ignore the noisy din of continually escalating hostilities nearby. His fingers rise to tip the brim of a hat that doesn't exist and he takes another drag, blowing the smoke out sideways. "Allen, nice to meet ya, love. Runs in the family, yeah?" If no one else is amused by this, at the very least, Allen is a little bit.
Allen Henrick rolls his shoulders and leans back in his chair a bit, indicating the robotic scuffle nearby with his head. "Heatin' up a bit, might wanna watch your six, love."
Allen Henrick grins, unable to hide the expression, and nods his chin towards Kimi, but addresses Kisa. "The hair, the lovely hair, yeah? Thas' what I meant." Even as he talks he is rising from his seat, adjusting his coat, still twisted awkwardly around his torso from sleeping in it. He taps each boot a couple of times to make sure it is not loose. "Thinking maybe I should stand somewhere safer, yeah?"
Allen Henrick leaves his chair where it rests, stands to his full height, and pats down his pants. Still a bit dusty from lying on the floor of his room, due to rolling off the bed, maybe. A thumb wiped across his nose in a gesture from another land. "Them two, yeah? Just don't smell right," he nodded to himself, only indicating the strange twins with a sideways glance. "You just goin' stand here with these things shooting all 'bout, love?" he asks Kisa.
Allen Henrick responds with a good-natured chuckle, sending a friendly slap to Kisa's shoulder. "Yeah, that's right stupid, love," he plainly offers, looking around once more. It felt as though something big was about to go down, and then the film stopped rolling. Always hated films like that. Distracted in thoughts once more he starts yawning, trying to pay attention to Kisa and his surroundings.
Allen Henrick shakes his box of matches next to his ear, then lights up a fresh cigarette, which nearly falls from his lip when he yawns once more. Left alone again he walks over to a window, preferring the area of the room farthest from all the tension building, the quarrels taking place.
Allen Henrick feels around the window until he discovers the latch, frees it, and pushes it open. Hopefully, it is big enough to climb through in an emergency. If this lot goes wacko on the place it is always good to have a plan.
When he turns back around and sees the rest of these boys arriving to the rumble he figures that yeah, any time now. He gracefully snatches a freshly topped glass of liquor from a nearby table with a difficult to conceal grin and shuffles back against the window, now enjoying a spiced up smoke. Meets Mariella's look with one of his own, raising his borrowed drink to her and nodding.
When he turns back around and sees the rest of these boys arriving to the rumble he figures that yeah, any time now. He gracefully snatches a freshly topped glass of liquor from a nearby table with a difficult to conceal grin and shuffles back against the window, now enjoying a spiced up smoke. Meets Mariella's look with one of his own, raising his borrowed drink to her and nodding.
Allen Henrick looks down at Mariella and takes a long pull of the drink, finishing it off and setting it on the window sill. He replaces the cigarette on his lip and strikes up a conversation after a few inhalations. "So, you wanna nightcap, love? 'Fore I fall asleep," he asks, adding after a moment's thought, "Cause is pretty dangerous in here, yeah?" He gives her a noncommittal shrug, seeming to believe that should explain everything.
Allen Henrick chuckles, not breaking eye contact, but the depths she sought to plumb with her eyes contained a something difficult to uproot, but large and fearsome. A distant, rumbling ferocity that was terrible when roused. His eyes shift to look out the window, his fingers plucking the cigarette back away from her. "Let's keep that where it belongs, yeah," he says, hanging the smoke back on his lip. "You a feisty one, like the games, love?"
Allen Henrick chuckles and tightens his grip on Mariella, since she was nice enough to put his arm around her. "Sure, why not. I'm for it," he states, then moves to lift her under his arm like a sack of potatoes and walks towards the staircase. This sure seemed like a fun bar, everyone being so carefree when they were not killing one another.
Allen Henrick quickly jogs down the stairs form the 2nd floor, his coat tangled up and on backwards, still trying to push one arm through. He slips a couple of times and falls on his backside before recovering, one hand clutching the rail the whole way down. "What? What?! Was just relaxing the eyes, love! Cripes!"
Allen Henrick pauses momentarily after hopping down from the last step to push his right arm the rest of the way through his coat sleeve, only to have the back of his head play catch with an enormous piece of iron. "Gah!" he announces, mostly by reflex, and tumbles forward, stumbling a few steps. A nearby woman backs out of the way, a fluted glass of wine in her hand, eyes a bit wide as the tall, unkempt man (Allen) crashes into her table and slides to the floor.
Allen Henrick is slow to hold himself in agony, due to his head being sore, but makes a good show of trying to express that he is in fact in pain. Which is almost the same as being apologetic. "What's that, love? I was just thinking about some things, closing the eyes helps us think, yeah?" With a groan he drags his face off the floor and rolls to a sitting position, hitting his head on the table in the process. He somehow manages to care enough to push the table back to its original standing position.
Allen Henrick mumbles something about "...needing a cuppa'..." under his breath with one hand over his crotch.
Allen Henrick thinks maybe he should just continue sitting on the floor at the moment. You can't fall very far when you are already on the floor, now can you? He slips out a couple of cigarettes, hand rolled by himself (which explains why they look so clumpy and uneven), and holds one up for Mariella.
“
Want a fag, love?
”
Allen Henrick managed to replace his hand over his crotch quick enough that he just suffered some bruised up fingers, and gives her a small, understanding frown. "Is all right. Could just say you didn't want one," he points out, removing another cigarette but lighting this one with a spare match before she can mangle it up.
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