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Post by tomatepirata on Oct 3, 2011 16:47:40 GMT -5
Antonio waved after the young man, chuckling quietly. It was amusing what the kids could get up to without leaving town. Closing his little stand up, the ex-pirate headed toward his favorite bar. It was run by a handsome blond couple, or he thought they were a couple. One of them was an ex-pirate like himself. A man he’d competed for treasure with on more than one occasion.
Stepping in Antonio went to the bar and ordered, smiling at the smaller blond. He preferred talking with Magnus. Nikolai, his partner, was always a little sour with Antonio. Once he had his drink the grocer moved to a table to sip it. No need to antagonize the man further.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Oct 3, 2011 17:05:26 GMT -5
Antonio and Magnus weren't the only people in a line of Pirates who visited the bar. A lot of people in that bar were just from rather dark and nasty backgrounds, and it was generally accepted that they kept to their own groups.
Which is where there was a bit of a distilled silene when a hooded figure walked into the bar, ordered a pint of strong lager, and very profoundly stepped his war to a beer table and sat himself down amongst a few burly looking men, slamming his drink down. It was clear by the looks from the others that he wasn't exactly expected or welcome.
The figure just smirked from beneath his hood, and leaned forward.
"Now, I think we have some business to attend to..."
They all leaned forward, and for a while everyone else slowly settled back into their own drinks and conversations. It wasn't until there was a loud cry from the largest of the lot, and a fist went flying in the hooded man's direction was everyone's attention diverted back to the table.
He dodged the fist easily enough, but was forced to fly with the table as it was tipped and hurled in his direction, rolling back onto his knees. He manages to incapacitate one of the men, but after a rather heated brawl starting out the figure himself is suddenly pinned against the bar. After struggling for a few moments, one of them grabs his hood and yanks it back, revealing Arthur Kirkland himself; named and shamed, so to say. Recognition falls on most of the room's faces, and some don't look happy. He's intruded on the etiquette for these sorts of places, and that usually means a rather brute ending for some people.
All through this, Arthur can only raise his eyebrow, just looking mildly annoyed, as though someone's told him he's missed closing time. "Oh, come on. I wasn't the one waving my fists around like this big headed bigot here..."
He really shouldn't have opened his mouth there.
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Post by tomatepirata on Oct 14, 2011 22:48:46 GMT -5
Glancing up from his drink, Antonio took in the brewing fight. It looked like some new idiot was stirring up trouble. Probably someone who didn’t even live in the city if his posture was anything to go by. Then the hood came off and green eyes widened in shock. There, in all his eyebrow’d glory, stood Arthur Kirkland. The man he’d once harassed and now occasionally saw when his ship was docked.
Noticing the darkening looks on the bar patron’s faces, Toni stood. “Mi amigos! Come now, surely there is no need to fight like this!” He spoke loudly, drawing the attention away from the other man and onto himself. He was known for being an idiot about tension like this and he’d take advantage of it.
Walking up to Arthur, he threw an arm around his shoulders. “I’m sure this little chico didn’t mean anything by it. Why ruin a good evening, si?” Despite his cheerful tone, Antonio gripped Arthur’s shoulder tighter than was comfortable. Hoping the man would understand that starting a fight here would be a bad idea.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Oct 21, 2011 11:00:26 GMT -5
The group all stopped and looked at Antonio, including Arthur. However, he didn't show an ounce of recognition. As an arm was put around his shoulder, he grunted at the word 'chico', but caught himself before he complained.
One of the brutes gazed at Antonio. "I 'fink there's good reason. 'Es tryin' t' cheat us out of somethin'!"
"Well, you're smarter than you look, I'll give you that."
He wrenches himself out of the tight grip just in time to dodge that blow, and ducks back up. That smirk is still in his expression, as though he's having the time of his life in this sort of behaviour. There's a hidden glint in his expression.
"Oh, but what am I trying to cheat you out of? Something that doesn't quite belong to yourself, if I believe... So not exactly 'cheating', more 'rightfully taking back'."
Arthur appears to ignore any hints, for the moment.
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Post by tomatepirata on Jan 20, 2012 20:32:28 GMT -5
He groaned quietly to himself, flopping back into his seat and pretending like he couldn’t hear Arthur making the situation worse. Just what he needed, a bar fight that he couldn’t even leave because he felt, stupidly, that he should look after the younger man. It wasn’t like they were lovers or even friends really, why did he feel like he should make sure the eye-brow captain survived the night? None of this was his business, he should just get up and leave right now.
Of course he didn’t. He just sat there and sipped his drink, scowling slightly at Arthur. Why couldn’t the man leave things be? It wasn’t like the men here could have gotten a hold of anything especially valuable to the pirate. They weren’t exactly stealthy enough to sneak onto a pirate sip, steal it’s treasure, and then sneak out without alerting at least one person. Even if it was just a cabin boy.
Antonio huffed and drank down the last of his beer, raising his hand to call for another one. God damn eyebrow’s assholes ruining his evening.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on May 17, 2012 11:18:42 GMT -5
There was a moment's silence.
Almost all at once, the thugs bellowed at the Pirate and charged at him, Arthur having to launch himself onto a table to avoid flying fists and knives.
The people on the table weren't exactly pleased either and they all stood up as Arthur slid off the table, stumbling to his feet. There was a moment where he seemed unsure of what he was doing, before he laughed and twisted around.
A moment later and one of the men about to hit him fell to the floor, throat slit.
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Post by tomatepirata on May 17, 2012 15:11:33 GMT -5
Sighing, Antonio kicked a dazed man away from himself. “Hey hey eyebrows! Don’t go killing people in here!” He grunted, standing up and shoving another man into a chair. Stepping up onto a table he pulled out his pistol and fired a shot into the ceiling, scowling as most of the men froze. “Get the fuck out.”
The scramble to escape was almost enough to make him smile, but the few men who stayed behind, clearly friends of the guy bleeding out on the floor, stopped him. “Chico, why do you have to make such huge messes eh?”
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