Theme song: Sure Feels Right, Sixx AM or
Travellin' Band, Creedence Clearwater Revival
Height: 6' even
Age: 30
Weight: Really? You must be joking!
Hair: Light Brown, straight, left loose and running to just below shoulder length. Unless he's working then it's pulled back in a ponytail.
Build: Wiry
Black leather bracelet on his left wrist.
Diver's watch on his right wrist.
Typically found in a black waist length suit jacket worn over a collared, button down dress shirt (of varying colors), and faded jeans with plain black dress boots, or on nights when business is heavy, white tennis shoes.
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Jack Kelly
Just your average bartender.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by The_Sickness
Description
Personality
Most nights Jack is happy go lucky to the max.
He spends his time figuring out people when he's not working or working at goofing off.
Hopelessly addicted to music.
Former smoker, trying to kick the habit, but often fails if a cigarette presents itself
Equipment
Carries a radio and some cds for company when working.
His car which he worked his butt off to get on his own.
A cell phone.
A white towel he carries with him to work all the time usually laid over his shoulder.
History
For reference though, *tosses a glass end over end into the air catching it and pouring at first a short stream of liquor that becomes a long pour as he raises his arm. Lowering his arm he sets the bottle on the bar with a friendly smile as he says "Not so much as a, wait..." *cleans a drop from the bar and clears his throat* "not a drop spilled."
So begins...
Jack Kelly's Story
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Jack Kelly walked into the bar as his phone rang he flipped it open very quickly stated in greeting "Kelly's Pool Hall. Kelly speaking." he'd been screening his calls for a while, those that knew him knew he did this and those that didn't. Like this caller instantly would hang up. Unphased by the hang up he flipped the phone shut and put it back in his pants pocket. He sat down at a table his legs crossed at the ankles and stretched out.
Jack Kelly Rolled up in his car the only signal of his arrival was the stereo blaring "Born to Raise Hell" by Motorhead. He sat in his car taking moment to play air guitar behind the steering wheel as the solo came on. After the solo finished he cut the song off mid stream and hopped out of his car taking great care in closing the door. Even wiping any fingerprints he might have left on the paint job. Afterward he flopped his towel over his shoulder and walked into the bar. As he pushed open the door he walked over to the bar and seeing no bartenders available he decided it was time to get it himself. He walked behind the bar, wiped a small glass clean with his towel and picked up a bottle of rum. Using a few dollars he had sat under the seat of his car he made payment, walked to a table and used the tip of his boot to pull out the chair. Before he set his bottle down on the table and tossed the small glass into the air over his shoulder, catching it behind his back. He then went to pour his drink, first it started with a short pour that turned into a really long pour and finally ended with the tip of the bottle almost touching the lip of the glass without so much as a drop spilled. He then said to whoever might be listening "Hi all"
Jack Kelly Turned to the moaning person and nodded his head respectfully to her. "Is there something wrong with you making your breath do what it's doing?" he was no doctor and all he could really do was call an ambulance but some help had to be better than none right? He shook his hair from his face and awaited her reply while taking a sip of his drink
Shook his head and stared into his glass. Saying out loud to seemingly no one "That's either some good stuff or I need to drink more often. Jesus Jack whoever heard of a T-totaller working a bar anyway? Looks like I've got the place to myself though. Not entirely a bad thing." with that he wiped off his table with the towel laid over his shoulder and looked around the room taking in the locations of the chairs in relation to the bar, spacing of the tables, even the booths and their respective locations. He was always looking places over for just these kinds of things. He couldn't figure why they'd want robo-servers but different it added up to "different strokes for different folks" in his mind.
Jack Kelly Shook his head and stared into his glass. Saying out loud to seemingly no one "That's either some good stuff or I need to drink more often. Jesus Jack whoever heard of a T-totaller working a bar anyway? Looks like I've got the place to myself though. Not entirely a bad thing." with that he wiped off his table with the towel laid over his shoulder and looked around the room taking in the locations of the chairs in relation to the bar, spacing of the tables, even the booths and their respective locations. He was always looking places over for just these kinds of things. He couldn't figure why they'd want robo-servers but different it added up to "different strokes for different folks" in his mind.
Jack Kelly Put the cap back on his bottle turning it until it hit a stop tightening it carefully. After all too much and the next person to get into that bottle would be no one short of Hercules. He left the glass for the robo server to clean up and put the bottle in the exact spot he had found it. Nothing worse than coming back to work for a bartender and not finiding things where you left them and he didn't trust robots for this. As he turned to walk out from behind the bar he saw the lady sitting in the stool and nodded his head in greeting "Hello there."
Took the last of the cash from his wallet and laid it on the bar top. Along with a small glass he wiped clean with the towel laying over his shoulder as he said "Wow! You're pretty dolled up for Gambits. Are you waiting for someone?" he then cleared his throat a bit embarrassed as he said "I hope you don't mind rum. It's all I can afford really."
Jack Kelly What prompted him to pick up that bottle, guess it was his soft spot for a lady alone. Besides it would be a nice change to talk to someone instead of nit picking at the bar. He then shook from his own thoughts and said softly "How are you this evening? I can only assume by your attire you're either busy or plan to be."
Jack Kelly Thought carefully of his next response. No one had asked to by him a drink before but he was always working too and no one wanted a hammered barkeep mixing their whiskey sour or what have you. He smiled and said to her "On my money rum and moths in my wallet are all I have but if you're offering, I'm accepting."
He put the bottle back in it's place and flopped his towel back over his shoulder taking the stool beside her as he said very cooly "The name's Jack Kelly, I'm no voodoo priest or bounty hunter or anything special, just me and you are?"
He pasued a moment to hear her response but then he suddenly became interested in the language she was starting to speak and often stopping. He lifted his hand a slight bit as he said "That language, I've never heard it before, where is that from?" maybe it was a bit early to go into questions like that but he'd heard many dialects and that this one he couldn't put his finger on where it came from at all which interested him to no end.
He put the bottle back in it's place and flopped his towel back over his shoulder taking the stool beside her as he said very cooly "The name's Jack Kelly, I'm no voodoo priest or bounty hunter or anything special, just me and you are?"
He pasued a moment to hear her response but then he suddenly became interested in the language she was starting to speak and often stopping. He lifted his hand a slight bit as he said "That language, I've never heard it before, where is that from?" maybe it was a bit early to go into questions like that but he'd heard many dialects and that this one he couldn't put his finger on where it came from at all which interested him to no end.
Jack Kelly Smiled and sat with his arms resting on the bar, his right elbow seated soundly in the palm of his hand, his face leaning into his fist as he looked over at her and said "Siberia, I served a couple from Moscow once. Nice people, very nice people but that man could drink like a fish and his wife kept trying to get me to drink with him along with passing me cigarette after cigarette. I couldn't possibly drink and do some of the tricks I do with a glass or a bottle..." he stumbled a minute only to catch himself just as quickly he finished with "well I could but not without getting fired.." he laughed at his own joke and said "the boss tends to get miffed when his finest bottle of hooch is destroyed by trying to put on a show for bar flies and for extra tips of course."
With that he stopped and continued with another question. "Are you from there? Maybe you could tell me a little about the place as most of what I've seen has only been in books." his fist now opened and he sat watching her his index finger tapping gently at his temple. "God she's dressed beautifully." he thought but still all the time keeping a very cool, collected demeanor.
With that he stopped and continued with another question. "Are you from there? Maybe you could tell me a little about the place as most of what I've seen has only been in books." his fist now opened and he sat watching her his index finger tapping gently at his temple. "God she's dressed beautifully." he thought but still all the time keeping a very cool, collected demeanor.
Jack Kelly Wrapped his fingers around his glass and tilted it towards Ari as he said "Cheers. Hey I've got to go got a busy day of interviewing tomorrow. Maybe I'll see you here again sometime." with that he walked to the door pushing it. He then hopped into his car and left with "Diamond Eyes" by Shinedown blaring, his head banging to the music almost wrecking as he took off. Thinking "Wow my driver's ed teacher would be proud of me."
A car rolled up to the bar the engine hummed it's song along the city streets but was overpowered by "Headstrong" blasting by Trapt on the radio. The man got out of his car picking up his radio and a white towel he flopped over his shoulder as he walked into the bar he walked behind the bar and said "Hi folks I'm not official yet but if you don't mind that I'm serving."
Jack Kelly Turned with a smile to the officer that addressed him with a smile and said "Never heard of it but I'll try anything once." he stood wiping out a glass with his towel checking to make sure it was spotless before he stopped. He then started cleaning the bar top lifting the various things like ash trays, coasters, and such to clean under them.
Jack Kelly Shook his head at the food orders "Oh God no! Keep it together Jack. There has to be a microwave somewhere around here." he slapped the together very quickly two grilled cheese snadwhiches being careful to keep the butter light on both sides of the toast. The mozzarella sticks were after the sandwhiches in order. Finally Jack saw the order for rootbeer and sighed in relief. He looked up at the cieling and thought "Finally something I understand." he grabbed a large glassed and tossed into the air turning 360 degrees to catch it. He picked up a bottle of rootbeer and poured it into the frosty glass. With first a short pour that turned to a long one. After the brief show he walked to the back deposited the two sandwhiches to the you lady with a smile. "There you go a Jack Kelly special."
He then placed the mozarella sticks carefully on a plate and grabbed the rootbeer walking over to the other young lady and saying with a smile "Hope you enjoy." With a quick respectable nod he took off toward the bar tossing the empty root beer bottle under his leg making it bounce off the counter and into the garbage can.
He then placed the mozarella sticks carefully on a plate and grabbed the rootbeer walking over to the other young lady and saying with a smile "Hope you enjoy." With a quick respectable nod he took off toward the bar tossing the empty root beer bottle under his leg making it bounce off the counter and into the garbage can.
Jack Kelly Turned up "Long Tall Sally" by Little Richard and went to the back to collect Rowen's order. He stalled before he returned promptly dropping off Rowen's order with a smile as he said "There you go buddy. Hope that was the blood type you wanted. Sorry for the wait I'm not quite familiar with the stock yet." with that he flopped the towel back over his shoulder and went to cleaning the bar
Jack Kelly Shook his head hard noticing the unfilled ticket waiting for him and thought "I can't believe I did that or rather didn't do that. He ran to the back and immediately started working on the cheese fries following a written instructions and trying to add his own personal touch with a hint of garlic. He then started making a large pitcher of lemonade. As he the fries were finishing he walked to the fridge filling the glass with extra ice to make it sinfully cold. Once he poured the lemonade he very deftly moved the fries to a plate and walked very quickly to Usama's table he smiled politely and said "I'm so sorry. No charge for this one."
he knew it would come out of the few bucks he had left over from the night before but such was life and there was always to be a payment for mistakes. With that he took off to the bar once again stopping in front of Mouse breathlessly as he said "What can I get for you buddy?"
he knew it would come out of the few bucks he had left over from the night before but such was life and there was always to be a payment for mistakes. With that he took off to the bar once again stopping in front of Mouse breathlessly as he said "What can I get for you buddy?"
Jack Kelly Winced at the man's apparent condition and thought "Well hell maybe I can help him get through the night if nothing else." he turned to the drinks behind him on the wall and grabbed a bottle of scotch. It wasn't the most stout thing he had but it might help cure his ills. He left the bottle on the bar top and tossed a small juice glass into the air catching it with his right hand. "There you go... hey that's a pretty wicked cough you have there. Are you going to be ok?" he knew the man with an obvious addict but to not help was beyond what conscience would allow and so he stood half cleaning the bar top while awaiting the man's answer.
Jack Kelly Walked down the bar from Mouse cleaning, his towel performing a sort of ballet across the bar surface wiping up any places where drinks had been spilled, or just left for whatever reason. It had been a long night and so far Jack had been busy beyond measure which was good. Nothing worse than an empty bar and noticing the apparent satisfaction with his cooking or maybe it was just the lack of complaint Jack smiled to himself watching over the patrons of the bar.
Mouse never left his sight, the man just seemed shifty and those smells... that was a job for security though no way he was getting shot or worse for nothing.
Mouse never left his sight, the man just seemed shifty and those smells... that was a job for security though no way he was getting shot or worse for nothing.
Jack Kelly Another ticket came up and Jack started moving toward the back to microwave another order of mozzarella sticks. As he walked back out he caught Mouse's comment and put his hands up saying in a cool tone. "Hey buddy I'm not out to get hurt I'm just doing my job. If you order I serve, any other business you have is between you and security." He then walked to the back to check on the Mozzarella sticks as the microwave hummed to a stop Jack hit the button and moved the sticks to a plate complete with some sauce he'd found hiding in the fridge before. He left a good portion on the plate by the sticks and very quickly came from the back walking to the young lady's new table to deposit the sticks with a smile "There you go miss. Hope these meet a better fate than the last ones."
Another ticket came up and Jack started moving toward the back to microwave another order of mozzarella sticks. As he walked back out he caught Mouse's comment and put his hands up saying in a cool tone. "Hey buddy I'm not out to get hurt I'm just doing my job. If you order I serve, any other business you have is between you and security." He then walked to the back to check on the Mozzarella sticks as the microwave hummed to a stop Jack hit the button and moved the sticks to a plate complete with some sauce he'd found hiding in the fridge before. He left a good portion on the plate by the sticks and very quickly came from the back walking
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