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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 1:43:13 GMT
Omar was just finishing an uneventful show. No drunks had challenged him or his band, no drunk girls had thrown themselves at the stage (it had happened a few times but Omar didn’t see what they saw in a sweaty, big-nosed troll with only three fingers), no-one had tossed beer onto the stage. All in all, a good night. The tip jar was full and the bar was promising to pay in full because there hadn’t been any incidents. Omar was happy.
He pulled out a picture of his kids and smiled down fondly at them. The picture was his good luck charm and he never went to a performance without it. Omar ran fingers gently over the faces before folding the picture back up and put it in his pocket. He rolled his neck to pop it and went to pick up the amps and his guitar to take out to the van.
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Post by skyeknight on Apr 14, 2016 1:53:37 GMT
"Oi, barkeep, hit me with something hard," Vanitas ordered, "I'm going to need to be drunk to forget that performance."
Vanitas knew he was within earshot of the entire band. He knew their reputation for defending themselves when people called them out on their performance. The entire time, he wore a shit-eating grin, waiting for someone to rise to his bait. They were so predictable, it was almost sad even. But Vanitas, never one to strive for 'friendship' in this part of town, was eager to see if the cops would actually get involved in this one if it came down to it. He took his shot and motioned for the bartender to leave the glass.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 2:02:18 GMT
Omar caught wind of an insult to his band and grit his teeth. He had to ignore it. Couldn't get back in the holding cell so soon after he'd left it. What would his fans think? That he was unstable of course, it wasn't worth it. At least, that's what he tried to tell himself for the first five minutes before it ate at him enough that he stalked over to the bastard that had thrown the insult and tapped him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear your comment about my band" he bit out, making it clear he'd heard every word. "Care to repeat it buddy?" usually this intimidated the idiots enough there wasn't any more trouble.
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Post by skyeknight on Apr 14, 2016 2:09:16 GMT
Vanitas took another drink before turning to face the performer. Hook. Line. Sinker. If just one comment got this sort of reaction this guy had a short fuse and Vanitas just loved to poke at people like that. He smirked defiantly. He truly didn't like the music. It was just as obnoxious as the person singing. "Said it blew." he complained. "You should really try having someone other than a three year old write your music."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 2:24:43 GMT
Omar’s eye twitched and he took several deep breaths to try and calm down. He was not throwing the first punch, he wasn’t. “Oh? Mind telling the three year old that?” He looked over at Thorn and whistled. Thorn’s head came up and he looked over at Omar. Omar looked back at the little upstart and raised an eyebrow. “You really want to make trouble with the Bilge Rats, buddy?”
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Post by skyeknight on Apr 14, 2016 2:32:28 GMT
"Bilge rats? That's cute. You let him name your band too?" Vanitas mocked. He leaned back in his seat and fought the urge to laugh too soon at the expression on their faces. Did they really think that calling in more people was going to stop him? Hardly. Vanitas never really backed down once he set his mind to something and ruining the reputation of this band was one of the things on his to-do list. Particularly after a scuffle they had that led to arrests. Soon no venue in town would want to touch them with that much bad publicity. "Hey, I don't want trouble. Just saying it as it is. Truth hurts, doesn't it?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 2:42:48 GMT
Omar scowled. He wasn’t about to say the band name was in memory of his dead son, who had loved all things pirates. This guy wouldn’t care. Hell, he’d probably make fun of Omar’s sentimentality too. Omar clenched and unclenched his hands. He smiled thinly at the bastard and nodded. “Truth does hurt. Your eyes are piss yellow and you smell like dead rats. How’s that for truth hurting?” He couldn't fight. No venue would want to touch them with that much bad publicity. Hell, he wouldn't be able to enter a bar without people giving him looks pretty soon. He couldn't have that.
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Post by skyeknight on Apr 14, 2016 2:53:10 GMT
"Was that supposed to hurt my feelings?" Vanitas snorted. His eyes were yellow because he was a full on demon. He probably smelled because he had been surrounded by disgusting sweaty humans as he waited for a chance to mock this band, so for the sake of his sanity he was going to make the most of the opportunity. He got to his feet, smirking as he did so. "Or are you trying to keep that G rating in for the families who come to see your pathetic shows? You know, like the one you don't have anymore?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 3:12:39 GMT
Omar felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He stumbled back into the chest of Thorn and took several deep breaths, wide eyes staring at this stranger. How the hell did he know about Omar's lost family? Omar touched the picture in his pocket and raised a finger, trying to reclaim that anger he had had a few moments prior, instead of crushing sadness and the sudden desire to drink. "Listen you. I don't know how you know about my family but you keep them out of this!" he snarled. His heart wasn't in it though. Right now he just wanted to go to bed and try and forget about this.
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Post by skyeknight on Apr 14, 2016 3:20:51 GMT
"Uh oh," Vanitas laughed, "Seems I hit a sore spot. What's the matter? Was it something I said?" He knew exactly what he said. And really, it wasn't hard to dig up information on a band. They were quasi celebrities. Plenty of fans supplied Vanitas with more than what he needed to weigh down the band leader. Heck, maybe if he was depressed enough not to play for a while, his band would go under. "Maybe you should go home to that family of yours? Oh wait, sorry, slip of the tongue."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 3:29:15 GMT
Omar was shaking by now. “You know very well what you said” He snarled angrily. He could barely think right now, he was so confused and angry and hurt. He thought of his son, his daughter, his girlfriend. Three faces he loved so dearly that he would never again see in real life. Just pictures. He got into the face of the bastard-who was now permanently on Omar’s must die list. “Take it back you stinking piece of shit” he hissed, fists clenched so tight he could feel his fingernails cutting into his palms. “Take it back right now”
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Post by skyeknight on Apr 14, 2016 13:05:51 GMT
"I think I'll pass," Vanitas replied before dismissively waving off Omar's demands. It was plain to see to all around that the demon was rather smug about needling Omar especially when his yellow eyes twinkled in amusement under the dim lighting of the bar. Seems even when he was losing, he was winning. He came here for a fight, instead he got an emotional breakdown. The look of absolute dejection on Omar's face was a real treat for him and it left the demon struggling to restrain his laughter. So much for that police record of his. One word about his family and he clammed up like everyone else. It just meant that Omar was all talk, no real bite. "Unless you and your little princess squad want to try and make me."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 17:39:20 GMT
The guy at the bar seemed pretty damn smug about the whole thing and it succeeded in ticking Omar off again. He ground his teeth together and turned away, until the guy called Omar's band his "princess squad". Omar turned back to the guy and leapt at him with an angry yell only to be pulled back by Thorn. He struggled against the grip and yelled at the stupid asshole who poked fun at his dead family and poked fun at his band. "You fucking asshole! What the fuck do you know about anything?! just go and piss off you fucking psychotic little devil!" maybe losing it in the bar that employed him wasn't a good idea, the bar had quieted down and he could sense everyone staring at him. He was past caring. All he wanted to do was wring this guy's neck and watch him choke.
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Post by skyeknight on Apr 14, 2016 17:52:54 GMT
"Did I touch a nerve?" Vanitas laughed. He knew for a fact he had probably struck every nerve this guy had and still his friends tried to stop him from smashing in Vanitas' teeth. It would be impressive if it weren't so boring for the demon. Vanitas wanted fun and excitement. Just yelling did nothing for the bored demon. Though this encounter would have lasting effects that everyone in the bar was going to feel for a good long time after he left. "What are you gonna do about it, Pirate boy?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 18:08:35 GMT
Omar struggled against his bandmate's arms in an effort to get at the guy and kill him. Omar wanted blood. Like, really. "Let me go! Let me at him! I 'm gonna rip his fucking throat out I swear to god!" how dare this guy insult his band and his family! Omar being insulted was one thing but his band and family? That was two steps too far and Omar wanted retribution.
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