Setting
Originally nothing more than an old and decaying Barn, it's been completely renovated. Millions of dollars have seemingly been spent on the bar. The outside of the bar is scattered by sports cars; Famous DJ's make appearances everyday and the kitchen hosts a world class chef. It holds a bar close to the barn entrance and a cluster of booths opposite to it. Towards the center of the barn is a wide open dance floor, scattered couches lay against the wall. At the end of the barn is a stage, elevated off the ground. On the stage is the VIP area, a 'U' shaped couch, guarded by red velvet ropes. Above the VIP area lays a large balcony that overlooks the room.The entire facility is guarded by the best security money can buy; The second level of the barn housing the security headquarters. Across the way is the entrance to a large casino and hotel lobby.
NOTE: Taylor's was built by Gabriel Taylor in an attempt to provide a safe haven. A place to drink without having your life threatened. Many measures have been put in place to prevent conflict, including EMP's and Anti Magic generators. Please respect cannon to an extent. If you want to work around these, please do it through RP.
The hotel is large and extravagant. It has everything you’d ever need, ranging from a five star restaurant to indoor pools, and a top of the line spa. Our 2nd floor hosts a large assortment of stores holding anything you can think of including the finest clothing and the newest technology. “
(An image of the entire establishment and the small man-made lake before it)
NOTE: Taylor's was built by Gabriel Taylor in an attempt to provide a safe haven. A place to drink without having your life threatened. Many measures have been put in place to prevent conflict, including EMP's and Anti Magic generators. Please respect cannon to an extent. If you want to work around these, please do it through RP.
The hotel is large and extravagant. It has everything you’d ever need, ranging from a five star restaurant to indoor pools, and a top of the line spa. Our 2nd floor hosts a large assortment of stores holding anything you can think of including the finest clothing and the newest technology. “
(An image of the entire establishment and the small man-made lake before it)
Taylor's Bar
Originally nothing more than an old and decaying Barn, it's been completely renovated. Millions of dollars have seemingly been spent on the bar.
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Eden City.
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Benito Greco [59]
Ferreway Degri [37] Too short, too tall, too big, too small. She'll criticize you until she's satisfied. Meet Ferreway.
Leon Blanc [19] "Repent"
Jonathan Abel [19] Engineer, Medic, Space Freelancer.
Vladimir Dmitriev [14] The typical barfly and loner. Unless you got a job, leave him be.
Luke Baede [13]
Kayuk Revirn [10] A quick young girl, called 'Kray', who has the best driving and mechanic skills around, and a mouth to match.
Virginia Potts [9] Assistant to Tony Stark, up and coming superhero
Br'nn [8] "Two sides, same coin."
Noah Cherrokee [6] Just a city boy
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The woman fell back, briefly frightened at his sudden outburst. What more could she do? Except sit there and watch Taylor grieve. Her own breath came fast, eyes burning as she sat by the wayside. What could she do? What more could she s--
Another gun shot startled her, jerking her head towards Vlad and the man who sat in cuffs. The latter screamed, but she didn't find herself feeling any sympathy.
It was a little while before her heart would stop stuttering in her chest, and then she turned to watch Taylor, feeling rather helpless.
"Taylor," She said, her breath coming in a quick, subdued gasp. She was trying to hold back tears. "We..need to call someone."
Another gun shot startled her, jerking her head towards Vlad and the man who sat in cuffs. The latter screamed, but she didn't find herself feeling any sympathy.
It was a little while before her heart would stop stuttering in her chest, and then she turned to watch Taylor, feeling rather helpless.
"Taylor," She said, her breath coming in a quick, subdued gasp. She was trying to hold back tears. "We..need to call someone."
"My people are used to insults, little boy. But we have a saying..."Bread for bread. Blood for blood. Even if not directly, which I doubt, you still lent a hand in my comrade dying. I care not for what you feel, pain, agony, all of this means little to me." He moved the gun away to wipe the spittle away.
"You have upset me. And you have robbed another man of someone he thought to be a father. I will not kill you, roach, as I stated." He suddenly dug his knife into the wound he had created on the man's foot, a small smile on his face.
"You have upset me. And you have robbed another man of someone he thought to be a father. I will not kill you, roach, as I stated." He suddenly dug his knife into the wound he had created on the man's foot, a small smile on his face.
Phinx Munroe scooped her gun up from the ground and then stood carefully. As she regained her composure she headed back to her car, tucking her gun back into the holster on her hip as she climbed in. She then started the car, driving herself to a friend in town to avoid having to speak with the police at the hospital.
Jonathan guessed he was intruding. While he felt a small urge to stop what was happening before him, it also seemed that Vlad had his own reasons. He backed away silently, and was left a bit confused. It seemed he had no job, as everyone who was hurt was already gone...until he heard screaming from the upstairs room. Jon used his third teleport, and with a small 'fwoosh', appeared inside the room with Taylor, Liz and Andrea. He was surprised at the scene, but did not make a noise, aside from the his entrance. The man was dead, and he would be far from it to interrupt Taylor's grieving. Especially if he wanted to keep his job.
Leon screamed as he was helpless to fight back. "This is hardly fair! Stop! Fuck!" He screamed loudly as the man dug the knife into his leg.
Benito watched silently over Vlad's shoulder. He hadn't said a word, not one. He just... watched. He made no objections to Leon's treatment of the man, only waiting to get him alone.
Benito watched silently over Vlad's shoulder. He hadn't said a word, not one. He just... watched. He made no objections to Leon's treatment of the man, only waiting to get him alone.
Gabriel stood. There was a trail of blood down the front of his shirt. Blood and tears had converged beneath his eyes. "Who the fuck did this! How did they get in! I thought we had this shit handled." He roared, kicking a stood across the bar and watching it smash against the counter. He attempted to keep his composure, but at the moment it was either tears or rage and he chose the latter. "Did we at least fucking catch them?!" His voice was still wavering, tears only seconds away. "Answer me!"
Vlad stood, dragging the man off of the rafters and towards the bar. His gun was still in his hand in case Leon decided to be incredibly stupid or brave. Vlad secretly hoped for it. Practically tossing the man down onto a table, from the lowest point he could, he then climbed down himself. "Mr. Taylor. This man took a few shots at the bar, but he says he didn't shoot Andrea. I will leave that up for you to decide, but in my opinion, I don't think an M40 could do...that." He holstered his weapon under the back of his coat and proceeded to take a seat in the corner of the bar...after retrieving his unfinished drink...
Liz was on her feet, cautiously approaching him as he started his tirade.
"Downstairs." she whispered, meeting Taylor's eyes carefully. "He's downstairs. Vlad has him." In spite of his obvious desire to pull away, she reached a hand out for him, taking his upper arm gently. "He'll pay, too. We have him."
She tried to pull him closer, wanting so badly to just be there for him.
"Downstairs." she whispered, meeting Taylor's eyes carefully. "He's downstairs. Vlad has him." In spite of his obvious desire to pull away, she reached a hand out for him, taking his upper arm gently. "He'll pay, too. We have him."
She tried to pull him closer, wanting so badly to just be there for him.
And Jonathan had to interject. "Boss, I caught and killed the real assailant. Or the other one. Either or. He was trying to get away, and was about to shoot someone." He jerked his head in the general direction. "The man's body's over there. He was carrying a machine gun and rifle, which is why I believe he's the real killer." He chose not to comment on Leon. "And as for how they got in...sorry, boss. I got here right as everything went to hell."
He tried to fight a frown as to keep the stern expression on his face. His lips wavered. as he looked down at Leon, then out the door at the body that laid there. "Y-you say this one didnt kill him?" He had gathered himself just a bit more. At Liz's touch, he pulled away.
Benito made his way after Vlad, leaning against the wall as he watched the body of his father lay lifeless against the wall. "We should kill him..." He muttered.
Benito made his way after Vlad, leaning against the wall as he watched the body of his father lay lifeless against the wall. "We should kill him..." He muttered.
A group of men returned, another man between there arms. "The hotel guests are taken care of. They believe it was all some sort of show." One of the men spoke, throwing the man he was holding next to Leon. "This... this is the one who let the assailants in. I knew we shouldnt of been open tonight, Taylor. We only had a tenth of our security staff here- " Gabriel looked at him and he knew to keep quiet.
She pulled her hand back when he jerked away from her, turning instead to Andrea's body. She didn't want to see what Taylor would do to the traitorous guard who had started the whole chaotic mess. She just wished it would all end.
But it looked like she was in for the long haul, regardless. Walking over to Andrea, she quietly reached to touch his eyes, and closed the lids.
But it looked like she was in for the long haul, regardless. Walking over to Andrea, she quietly reached to touch his eyes, and closed the lids.
Jonathan's face twisted into a half-grimace. "I said that it's unlikely, boss. While I'm not saying we trust this guy, he said all he did was shoot up a few glasses. The dead man over there was the guy carrying the heavy weapons." He nodded to Taylor. "I'll leave you to your decision." With that, he made his way to Vlad, sitting down next to the man, and leaning back into the counter. "Hey. Crazy night, huh?" With his right hand, he flagged down a bartender and ordered a beer.
"Crazy. Yes. Not the word I would choose to describe it. Crazy implies that it was chaotic, and ill conceived. What happened here was...far more thought out then I would care to admit. I know Andrea had enemies, but I didn't expect them to strike at his home." He pulled the cigar the old man had given him out from his coat and lit it with a match, sipping his still cold Cape Cod. Less then 20 minutes since he had been talking with the old guy...Time, a terrible, vile woman, truly.
"Perhaps unfortunate night would be a better description, then." Jon took a swig from his mug as he stared through the mess in the bar. "I didn't know the man, but it seems almost like a low blow to hit him right here. I wonder what the boss is going to decide for the other attacker, though." It wasn't even a question, more of a thought. He sighed. "First few weeks on the job, and something happens."
"Get used to it. And you are right. It is...revolting to attack a man in his own home. Only the weak and the cowardly do that. And the stupid. But I doubt that they care, really. The assassin got his mark. He did his job, and he probably died thinking he was going to get paid." A deep drag from his cigar. It was finer quality then Vlad was used to, or expected. "No more checkers for me, it seems..."
Gabriel made his way up to the security officer. The two had been friends for so many years, the officer's name was Rico and honestly, he was one of Taylor's most trusted allies. Gabriel looked down at him at first, seemingly about to speak. He turned away, pulling the pistol out of his waist band and firing at the man's head. He slipped it back under his belt as he walked to the other.
He hoisted him up, handing his rifle to a security guard. "Go...go put him in a room. We'll talk to him later." The guard took him away before another approached Gabriel. "We found this in Andrea's pocket... we'll take his body away..." The man dropped a cd into Gabriel's hand before disappearing.
It was Andrea's will. That much was clear by the title.
Gabriel wiped a hand across his eyes, making his way up to the DJ's booth and placing the CD inside.
He hoisted him up, handing his rifle to a security guard. "Go...go put him in a room. We'll talk to him later." The guard took him away before another approached Gabriel. "We found this in Andrea's pocket... we'll take his body away..." The man dropped a cd into Gabriel's hand before disappearing.
It was Andrea's will. That much was clear by the title.
Gabriel wiped a hand across his eyes, making his way up to the DJ's booth and placing the CD inside.
"You're right, no doubt. Tis the life of security, no? Indeed, I agree with you. There is no honour in attacking a man in his home; however, I suppose that the truly do not care for honour. Especially the assassin. A man willing to kill for money would probably not care. However, he cannot be held responsible for what he was hired to do. Only punished." The unsaid statement was that Jon himself had likely become the judge and executioner for the probably assassin. "I would be happy to play checkers with you, though I am definitely not as good as Mr. Andrea." Jon sipped from his beer.
Gabriel wanted to push the button, but he stopped. He couldnt. He turned away and headed towards his room. "All of you... clean up and go home. Be...be back here in the morning."
Joesph Mullen opened the door to Taylor's Bar slowly, hmm, he'd been to Gambit's Bar before but he hadn't been to here, so he decided to come here instead, and he found a seat at the bar, using a fake ID, bought a Whiskey.
Natasha Rovan was making her rounds. Watching people closely, as usual. Catching Camen wave at her from the bar, she nodded at him. Slowly she walked to the end of the bar, leaning against it. Even tho she seemed relaxed, she was always ready to take someone down.