Warzone (FFA)

[Elizabeth]

Elizabeth stepped into the darkness of the helm. Well, it might as well have been darkness. The lights were dim, the establishment only illuminated by small lights under the tables and bar, and occasionally near the floor. It smelled...nice. Well, as nice as it could smell in the Zones. Mostly of cigar smoke and liquor. The bar had bottles of actual liquor, something Liz had never seen. The closest she'd ever been to booze was the black tar they served up at Vengeance, and she was nowhere near brave enough to try that garbage. She looked around, noticing how different she was from the other girls here. They were scantily clad, dancing on many different men for the promise of a couple of Carbons.

Oh. This was one of those helms.

Elizabeth knew these places well. They were scattered throughout the zones, with the promise of reminding you what love used to feel like. She had to admit, it was far classier than the others she had seen. She'd been forced to hide in the upstairs part of Vengeance more than once, and let's just say that rolling in Drac blood would've made her feel cleaner than laying on that floor did.

But Liz wasn't here for whores. She wasn't hear for the booze. The reasoning was far more wholesome, and simple. The sun was going down, and she desperately needed safe haven. She was alone. Her car had blown up on the way back to Vengeance, being assisted by the help of a lovely scarecrow that she'd dismantled. So she was not feeling brave enough to traverse the zones on foot, alone, during prime scarecrow feeding time.

She walked around the establishment for a little bit. She figured if she walked around long enough, someone would notice her. She needed someone who knew about this place to see how hard it would be to find some floor to sleep on.

[Nixon]

The male had been watching Liz as she walked threw the bar, He made a small wave to the other four men who were also watching her. It was more than obvious that she'd caught they're eye. He'd been sitting on what looked to be a throne, one high a top the bar. It over looked everything, He made his way down to the main floor and walked over to the girl. " Well Hello there miss." His voice was clouded in that thick southern accent that charmed all the ladies.

He grinned as he motioned to the lanky man behind the bar. " A So. Co. and lime for the lady Bletcher." He muttered. In just a few seconds there was a drink in his hand and he handed it towards Liz. " On the house." Of course more or less every drank that went to a lady's lips in his bar was on the house, that or you were losing your life for it.

" Name's Nixon." He muttered as he took her free hand kissing her knuckles with that half crooked smile of his. The one that made all the ladies drop they're drawers to the floor. " And you are who, pretty lady?" He asked her

His eyes slipped up and down her body very slowly as he drank all of her in. She was by far the prettiest lady he'd ever seen in his tiny little establishment, He'd keep her around for all the wrong reasons. He let himself lean against the bar, watching the female with those dark eyes. "anything I can do for you princess?"

[Elizabeth]

"Elizabeth." She said softly with a nod. "Or any variation thereof." Normally, Liz had a strict policy against taking drinks from strange people. But, today was different. For one, she had walked her happy ass through a zone and a half in 145 degree weather. She was fucking parched. Secondly, if anyone could handle poison it would be her. Third, the male addressed as Ryan had taken a swig out of the bottle he'd poured her drink from, and he wasn't dead. Being that she hadn't seen anything dropped into her drink, she figured it was safe for consumption.

She took a swig of the drink and made a face at it. It wasn't out of disgust, just confusion. She mostly drank dirty water and artificial powdered coffee. They were using artificial lime juice, and the alcohol tasted home made. But these guys seemed much better at it than the other bar. Because, you know, it didn't have the look smell taste and consistency of tar.

And then there was the male in front of her. Gorgeous. Muscular. Tattooed. And with a goddamned accent to make you swoon. When he kissed her hand, she blushed. But she would never admit it. If someone asked, she had been sunburnt and the color was just coming out. The good news, he wasn't killing her yet. Maybe she could find safe refuge here. Hopefully, she could keep her mind on pure thoughts the whole night.

"I was wondering," She said, taking another sip of her drink. She was slowly but surely getting used to the taste. "If you might have some spare sleeping quarters?" She watched the male carefully, to see if she could catch any hint of betrayal in his eyes. She wasn't stupid. She knew that she had quite a bit bounty on her head. And if she got any hint that this boy was gonna call in the dracs, she'd make sure he and all his friends died first.

[Nixon]

He listened closely to her, Smirking slightly as he waited to answer her. " I'd think someone like you would have some place with the 'Joy's out at the Diner." He said to her but he nodded as he pushed himself off the bar finishing the drink that he had in his hand and sitting the glass down. " watch that." He muttered to his friend, locking eyes with the male for no more than a spilt second.

" You follow me." He wouldn't think twice about putting the girl up for any length of time. Anyone who had gone threw enough to have such a bounty on they're head was safe in his mind. They were all working towards one common goal, Taking out BLind. They went up some spiral stairs and down a long dark hallway where Nixon pulled out a key, Unlocking a door then leading her down another hallway.

This path that they took wasn't one that this male ever really lead other's down. It was where he and his most trusted associates went. Even we he did just randomly fuck one of the girls what worked for him, he took them to a VIP room, never back this far. " Mind sharing a room?" He asked that crooked yet still all to charming smile found his face again. A Naughty glint in his dark eyes. He was half joking, he'd say a few not so nice things to get this woman into bed with him.

Nixon loved women, Everything about a woman. It turned him into more of a beast than a man, There was something about that soft skin, and the way that they smelt sweet even in the hardest of times that forced him to be addicted. Even now he was fighting the urge to pin the girl to the nearest wall and at least let her know that he was interested. He finally pushed open a door, The bed in the corner was huge. It was an actual mattress, a rather beat up mattress but something none the less.

" My Room." He told her simply as he leaned against the door jam still keeping her out of the room. She wouldn't be getting in unless she asked, Only that wouldn't actually be the case because at this moment the male with his body covered in tattoos and that thick southern draw pushed himself off the door jam and took a few steps inside, " Of course, If your not lookin' to share, we've got a room with a cot four doors down that's empty."

[Elizabeth]

She shrugged. "I've got a couple of places to lay my head. The 'Joys and wherever they roam, the Brothers Vengeance. But, none of them are out here. And with a wrecked car I don't have a way to get anywhere fast." She finished off her drink and set it on the bar, thanking the man behind it before walking with Nixon down the hallway.

She looked around as she walked. She watched Nixon as he walked, her eyes glancing over his figure. The more she looked at him, the more she recognized him from somewhere. She wanted to say he had some sort of bounty on his own head, and that Shadows had decided not to go after him. Something about him being cool with the males, and the fact that his bounty wasn't enough for him to even get out of bed in the morning for.

She looked down as he spoke, her sunburn seeming to act up again. "I don't know. I mean, I sleep with a gun. Could be pretty dangerous." She was trying to figure out if she trusted the male enough to let him that close to her. After all, you were most vulnerable when you slept. But, his charming southern accent was intoxicating, and entirely unfair for him to use on the unsuspecting zone rat.

Elizabeth kept her hand on the wall, feeling the texture of it beneath her fingers. It was something she did when she was in a strange place. It helped keep her calm. The walls at BL/ind were impossibly smooth, like glass. They had no texture. So, on occasion, she would focus on the texture of a building just to assure herself that she wasn't back in her own personal hell.

She looked around the room. It was big, and she felt a cool blast of what could only been air conditioning. The bedrooms at both the bar and the diner had this as well, but being so far away frm them it had been at least a week since she had felt it's cool comfort.

The mention of cots got her wondering. A mattress that looked incredibly comfortable, or a cot tat would suffice with sleeping. She had to quickly evaluate how much she trusted this male. He'd mentioned the 'Joys, so he must be familiar with her in some way. Probably from the wanted posters. But, if he was looking to turn her in, he would've made a move by now.

She shrugged at him. "If you're okay with sharing a room with me, I'm okay with sharing with you."

[Nixon]

The male only smirked as he watched her this place was a lot cleaner than Brothers Vengeance's place he knew that. It ran smoother and the alcohol was beyond comparison, he'd been into the bar a few times and he loved what he had more. He knew that his place was far classier and the girls far cleaner. He let his eyes skip over her body once more before he nodded at her. " I don't mind. I wouldn't have asked you if i didn't want you to stick around." He told her as he took a few more steps into the room.

" I guess here is where I say what's mine it yours..." He told her looking around really he didn't have anything more than the only mattress he knew of for days on end. He watched her for a few more seconds before he slipped back out the door.

Walking down the hallway a bit, " Party's in full swing back there, you wanna stick around or you just gonna crash?" He asked her as he stopped walking turning around to watch her, his arms crossed over his chest. " anything you want is on the house, Just Tell Burpy that I told you it was. If he gives you any shit just yell... I'll handle it."

There was something about this girl that had Nixon's interest held for what seemed to be forever. He didn't want to leave her alone but he sure as hell wasn't going to try and seem clingy at all. That would only get him zeros and scare this girl off, He wanted her to be as comfortable as one could be in this desolate desert. " Got it?" He asked with a small chuckle.

[Elizabeth]

She nodded and saluted him. "Yessir." She said with a smile, walking back out. She very rarely got the chance to let lose. A lot of this was attributed to the fact that nowhere in the zones was safe. But also because she was such a little sister. She was kept away from partying and the alcohol. She felt like she could handle this.

That being said, she felt a little out of place here. The people who were VIPs and worked there were all dressed in 30s fashion. The patrons weren't in the same attire as her, either. They weren't in bright colors, and somehow even looked classier than her.

"Uh...am I underdressed for this occasion?" She asked with a laugh as they walked down the spiral staircase again. This area smelled purely of sex. She could tell what was done in this area. It was obvious. This place was not as classy as it's owners.

She noticed Nixon staring at the ass of one of his employees that passed them. It made her feel a little self conscious. After all, she didn't look like that. But she didn't dwell on that thought for long. She looked fantastic for all the shit that she had gone through.

"I also don't know what kind of drinks you guys have here." She was also hungry, but she didn't dream of asking for food. It was scarce out here, and she wouldn't take any from someone else.

[Nixon]

Nixon watched her for a few seconds and nodded, " a bit under dressed but we can fix that, I'm pretty sure your the same size as Drella..." He muttered to her stopping with her at the bar. "I'll get her to give you an outfit for the night, Follow the stairs back up and make a right and there's a shower..." He told her. Granted it was freezing cold but the fact still remained that they'd managed to get running water up to a shower and that was huge.

He nodded at her, walking away as he left her at the bar, Some blond girl who didn't look to friendly stopped spinning around the pole she was on and leaned into Nixon, sticking her ass out in the air towards the men that were watching her. They muttering things under they're breath talking about her as she listened to Nixon, the female nodding and in no time she was off the pole and walking off towards lord knows where shaking her ass far more than she needed to but this was her job.

Nixon walked back over to Liz and nodded at her, " outfit is coming up." he told her nodding at Ryan who slid back a glass to Nixon, the amber liquid sloshing around lightly as he picked it up and raised to his lips. " we've got a little bit of everything, for a little bit of everyone." He told her handing his glass to her, "Whiskey." he told her wanting her to taste it before she ordered it. " So co and lime seems to be the big seller among the ladies." He looked over at Ryan and nodded and in a few seconds the male was gone. " Eaten lately?"

They'd just managed to receive some food bound for the city, Nixon was starving but he was far to much of a southern Gentleman to let a girl go without food, more so if he was eating right in front of her. It was still the same dog food they always ate but he'd still offer, no matter how hard it was to stomach.

[Elizabeth]

Liz leaned forward and sipped the whiskey. She winced slightly as it burned her throat. She nodded. "Tastes better than the other stuff." She said as she wiggled on the bar stool, noticing a couple of girls staring at her. She never liked stares. Stares were one of thousands of things that could get you killed here.

She shook her head at his question. "It's been about a day and a half. I ran out of food yesterday. I was planning on being home to eat tonight, but the draculoids had other plans." She was really upset about the attack. She was now bipedal instead of mobile, and it was a giant pain in the ass. Not only that, but there were very few things in her life that actually belonged to her. She really liked having actual belongings out here, and they were few and far between. But, life in the zones was fleeting. She was just grateful to be breathing at this point.

Drella walked up and tapped Nixon on the shoulder. They exchanged words and the girl walked up to her with a friendly smile. "Come along, Elizabeth. I'll show you up to the shower." Liz nodded, hiding her confusion. Usually, things weren't so formal. She didn't know if she'd ever been talked to like that. She supposed it was something to go along with the theme of the bar.

The bathroom was fairly large, and Drella hopped up on the counter. Partially because she wanted to get to know the girl. She saw the look in her boss' eyes, and she knew this girl might be here for a while. But she also wanted to make sure everything was on the up and up. No one came in to her home without getting a proper once over.

And by the end of Elizabeth's shower, the girls were at least slightly friendlier. She was trusted, which was a good thing. Liz was not in the mood for a gun fight right now. She pulled on the flapper dress that the girl had given her and sighed. You could see her bar codes with it. She looked at her feet as Drella gasped. Most people had heard of the ID camps, but it was rare you ever saw someone come out. Most kids were hopelessly brainwashed by the end of it, or were killed for resisting. She pulled out her bag, running a smooth fluid over the mark. It looked like a makeshift form of foundation. She now just looked like she'd covered up just a scar. Some people could make anything out of sand.

They walked back downstairs, her hair done up as much as it could be. Drella leaned in and whispered something to Nixon. Now might be when she had the gun fight.

[Nixon]

The male just nodded at Drella, Pointing back over at the table she'd been dancing on moments ago. " looks like you have some more customer's to attend to, Your off in two hours... You get a shower tonight" He told her with a small nod, it was her thanks for e right thim out. He was always kind enough to give the girls here some sort of reward for them doing whatever he'd asked them to do. " thank you." It was the last thing he muttered to the girl as she began to walk away.

He turned his eyes back to Liz as he looked her over, He noticed the place that the female had mentioned but said nothing more about it. It was a discussion they'd have in the right time. He wanted to know what really went on and how loyal she may or may not have not been to Korse himself. " Brandon's cracking you open a can of power pup, he'll be back with it in a second. I know its not the tastiest of foods but its what we've got." He told her as he looked to the door Brandon wasn't coming threw it yet.

" Have a nice shower?" Okay, maybe that wasn't a great question but he wasn't really sure what to ask, He didn't want that awkward pause in conversation that you got when you knew nothing of the person you were talking about. He wanted this to feel normal and as little awkward as possible. " I know the waters cold but we haven't figured out how to get the water to be hot yet. Luke our mastermind is way too busy workin' on a guitar... Hot water is honestly the last of our worries."

Brandon walked in with the can of power pup and a fork handing it to the girl and Nixon nodded. He wanted to say something to the female but decided against it, He wasn't too sure what to say, He wasn't ever good at holding a conversation. So he just shrugged as he walked behind the bar.

" the guys, They..." nixon had to explain he could just feel the absolute tension in the air and that was making him sick, he wasn't sure the female felt any better about it. " They really don't know how to act around other chicks. The girls here treat them like royalty, they don't know hoe not act like kings, so they're awkward." He said with a small shrug as he watched her. " They'll come around eventually."