Post by Sakura Kina on Jul 3, 2012 12:06:23 GMT -5
The bar was full of idle chatter, of men trying their hardest to woo women that were almost always too good for them. Drinks were being passed around almost as often as money was being handed back and forth. Both legal and illegal dealings were held in this bar and that was the way Sakura liked it. Hidden in the throng of both legitimate and illegitimate company, she was not even a blip on the fed's radar compared to the number of criminals occupying this place, yet there were also enough 'good work' going around in the bar that the feds found trying to raid the bar to be too much paperwork than it was worth. A perfect safehouse.
Waving the bartender over, Sakura ordered herself another cup of water. As she sipped the water, she couldn't help but get frustrated at the fact that her pregnancy kept her from drinking alcohol. But she didn't blame the baby ever, she knew that it wouldn't solve anything and it was something she was willing to sacrifice. As she put down her cup of water, a large figure walked up to her from behind and leaned on the bar counter, facing Sakura. Looking over, she saw the face of a massive thug, smiling as innocently as a brute could manage. "Hey there darlin', what's a face like you doing all alone?" The thug tried to make moves, a commendable act considering that many people felt her intimidating aura radiate from her, but that did not allow him the reward of a conversation. Lifting her hand, Sakura simply waved him off, turning the other way.
Without even looking, Sakura could hear a very deep growl as the thug felt insulted by her ignorance, yet he also was surprisingly patient. "Come on, you are at a bar lady, give a guy a chance." The thug grinned even wider than before, trying to act as the nice guy. Sakura glanced over and checked out the thug from head to toe. To the thug, it seemed that she was simply looking him over to see his attraction, to which he responded by flexing his muscles.
In reality, Sakura had been taking in her situation and what her responses would lead to. She knew that if she still declined, as she anticipated to do, the thug would attempt to wrestle her into submission. As her eyes scanned the thug though, she realized that he was unarmed, expecting Sakura to be as easy of a catch as her figure deceived her to be. Yet behind the thug, she spotted the occasional glances of three other just as bulky men. Her eyes caught the identical tattoo on all four thug's arms of a skull and two rifles crossed behind it; the tattoo of a New Canaan raider.
Chuckling, Sakura turned away and waved him away again, finishing her water as she expected the brawl to start very soon. As anticipated, the thug turned red and slammed his fist onto the bar counter, cracking the wood finish. "Lady!! You crazy or what?! Do you know who I am?" The thug grabbed Sakura's cloak by the hood and pulled at it. Using the momentum of the pull, Sakura unsheathed a surgical blade from her field medical kit on her belt and stabbed the blade into the thug's arm.
"Meh Lien Duh Jyah Jee!!! You're messing with the rai-" Before the thug could finish speaking, the behemoth collapsed to the ground in a heap. Within an instant, the thug's friends stood up to charge Sakura, but before they could begin to run at her Sakura already had a pistol out aimed at the closest man. "Sodium Thiopental, your man's just out cold. If you want to see him wake up, get him to a clinic now."
The thugs all stood frozen for a moment, the bar's occupants all standing still. "Clock's ticking boys." To get the thugs to hurry, Sakura cocked the hammer of her pistol, causing the thugs to flinch and rush to pick up their fallen comrade. Within a few seconds, the raiders had dashed out of the bar towards the nearest clinic. With the assailants and would-be harassers gone from the bar, the occupants slowly returned to their own business as Sakura holstered her pistol.
As she sat down in her seat again, the bartender walked over and sighed. "Lady, I understand you want to protect yourself, but please keep your guns holstered or, as you are supposed to do, stash them at the door." Sakura looked up and smiled apologetically at the bartender. As she ordered another cup of water, she heard another pair of boots walking up behind her slowly. As the footsteps got closer, Sakura's left hand gripped a second scalpel laced with more Sodium Thiopental as she awaited another assailant.
Waving the bartender over, Sakura ordered herself another cup of water. As she sipped the water, she couldn't help but get frustrated at the fact that her pregnancy kept her from drinking alcohol. But she didn't blame the baby ever, she knew that it wouldn't solve anything and it was something she was willing to sacrifice. As she put down her cup of water, a large figure walked up to her from behind and leaned on the bar counter, facing Sakura. Looking over, she saw the face of a massive thug, smiling as innocently as a brute could manage. "Hey there darlin', what's a face like you doing all alone?" The thug tried to make moves, a commendable act considering that many people felt her intimidating aura radiate from her, but that did not allow him the reward of a conversation. Lifting her hand, Sakura simply waved him off, turning the other way.
Without even looking, Sakura could hear a very deep growl as the thug felt insulted by her ignorance, yet he also was surprisingly patient. "Come on, you are at a bar lady, give a guy a chance." The thug grinned even wider than before, trying to act as the nice guy. Sakura glanced over and checked out the thug from head to toe. To the thug, it seemed that she was simply looking him over to see his attraction, to which he responded by flexing his muscles.
In reality, Sakura had been taking in her situation and what her responses would lead to. She knew that if she still declined, as she anticipated to do, the thug would attempt to wrestle her into submission. As her eyes scanned the thug though, she realized that he was unarmed, expecting Sakura to be as easy of a catch as her figure deceived her to be. Yet behind the thug, she spotted the occasional glances of three other just as bulky men. Her eyes caught the identical tattoo on all four thug's arms of a skull and two rifles crossed behind it; the tattoo of a New Canaan raider.
Chuckling, Sakura turned away and waved him away again, finishing her water as she expected the brawl to start very soon. As anticipated, the thug turned red and slammed his fist onto the bar counter, cracking the wood finish. "Lady!! You crazy or what?! Do you know who I am?" The thug grabbed Sakura's cloak by the hood and pulled at it. Using the momentum of the pull, Sakura unsheathed a surgical blade from her field medical kit on her belt and stabbed the blade into the thug's arm.
"Meh Lien Duh Jyah Jee!!! You're messing with the rai-" Before the thug could finish speaking, the behemoth collapsed to the ground in a heap. Within an instant, the thug's friends stood up to charge Sakura, but before they could begin to run at her Sakura already had a pistol out aimed at the closest man. "Sodium Thiopental, your man's just out cold. If you want to see him wake up, get him to a clinic now."
The thugs all stood frozen for a moment, the bar's occupants all standing still. "Clock's ticking boys." To get the thugs to hurry, Sakura cocked the hammer of her pistol, causing the thugs to flinch and rush to pick up their fallen comrade. Within a few seconds, the raiders had dashed out of the bar towards the nearest clinic. With the assailants and would-be harassers gone from the bar, the occupants slowly returned to their own business as Sakura holstered her pistol.
As she sat down in her seat again, the bartender walked over and sighed. "Lady, I understand you want to protect yourself, but please keep your guns holstered or, as you are supposed to do, stash them at the door." Sakura looked up and smiled apologetically at the bartender. As she ordered another cup of water, she heard another pair of boots walking up behind her slowly. As the footsteps got closer, Sakura's left hand gripped a second scalpel laced with more Sodium Thiopental as she awaited another assailant.
