Corner Club

[Mevv]

This was an idea for a RP thread I wanted to make. but I thought of making it a story instead. Not finished and I didn't edit it. Just a bunch of thoughts realy.




It's almost dark out. Near 8PM the streets are still crossed by those trying to make there way home for the night. Done with work for the day all that is in their minds is just to be able to get home on time. A few early late night wanders decide to make their ways to the pubs early. Rumors of the importance of this night in particular have spread to many outskirt towns.

The yearly festival made plenty dance and cheer. But now.. more then 500 years since such an old tradition has been left behind, forgotten by technology, none believe in such tales. Stories of the Lost, those taken by spirits themselves returning to the world they once knew. All their thoughts bent on retreiving what was lost to them, humanity, even if it means taking it from someone else.

Inside a most unlikely bar this story unfolds. Dimly lit within, it apeared no more brighter then the world outside. Smoke from the dozen cigars left a hazy fog inside that never seemed to vanish. The music played on by a instrument that looked too ugly to play even a note of such beautiful sound. The piano had but three legs, the other lost and replaced with what looked like a regular plank of wood. The varnish had long since existed on it's top and the keys apeared ready to fall off at any moment. Needless to say by the condition of this piano that this bar itself had been here for a long time. Seeing it's own share of customers and the like.

Men sat round the 12 tables laid aross the room in no true patter at all. Some intoxicated to the point of passing out, others boasted great stories of success. Slaying monsters and the always persent pests outside of town. Yet most of these people had ever left this city at all. Many lived their lives as business men and women. Some scraped a living all their lives just to get the enormous amount of money to break out of this filth begotten metropilis. And the few that did found that they had bitten off more then they could chew. Those that might of been waiting for their return find that none do come back. Could it be they found paradise? Or had something worse befallen them?

It was no more then 10 past 8 when a figure walked in on this bar. His head not once glanced around at his suroundings. And still he managed to walk right back to the farthest table in the back right hand side of the room. Almost as if he had been there before countless times. The young man wore not the custom suit and tie acompanying many men who had returned straight here from work. Nor did he adorn the almost as common jeans and a T-shirt. His atire was much older. Nearly all in black one could only guess it was leather of some kind. the beast could not of been native to the area for unlike most leather it did not hold form in such a way to suppose it was. Instead it could have been easily been mistaken for silk, tattered, worn, and decripid silk. but Silk none the less.

Nothing was more akward then then this man a close to 6ft tall walking across the room, not once bothering to lift his feet as they skid across the worn out planks. His gaze never met the people that felt content at staring at him, instead he refrained from looking no more then 2 feet in front of his own shoes which were generously covered in mud caked on more mud. By the time he reached the last and empty table all eyes had or were still look in his direction. For about another second he stood there as if waiting for something to possibly happen. When nothing stirred, or possibly jumped out for him the young man seemed to think it safe enough to sit down.

As he did the sound once more returned to this lowly bar, the clatter of dishes, cups, and plates rang out all around. It must of been dinner time for visitors for waitressess of ages passed by the kitchen door, some with trays, others seeming frantic to find a way pass one another to get in the kitchen themselves. Perhaps it was this confusion that made it possible for child two tables to the left of the room to escape from his gurdian eyes and begin to play around amongst the other tables as most 10 year old boys do. making his way through the tables, a small hand could be seen snatching bits and pieces of meals off their plates, as if in a way to simply prove it could be done. He had no intention on eating any of it for most he merely tasted and spit out once more.

It wasn't until he reached the dark visitor's table in the back that his antics had finaly caught up with him. None had apparently noticed it but on occasions this seemingly innoncent young boy would find things that did not belong to him in the purses and wallets of the ladies and gentelmen of the bar when no one was looking. Wether he did this for anything more then to play with the objects it would of been safe to say most would not of taken kindly to such acts and as the boy was about to reach into the leather sewn pocket of the mysterious youth none other then the youth himself stopped the boy.

As fast as a gust of wind and just as gentle the man pulled the lad out from under the table by just his left wrist. With such speed the boy didn't even have time to cry out and after wards was too stunned that he found himself caught that he didn't bother to do so. After all, if he did yell out his mom or guardian would of surely known or figured out what he was doing. Would be worse if the young man himself decided to tell his mom what he was up to. "This is no place for a kid. Go on back to your mom before you get hurt." the strangely beautiful youth's voice cut through the silence of the dark corner then a razor sharp blade.

The boy found it almost impossible to breath, let alone talk. The aw he felt looking at the man made him wriggle in his seat. He body told him to run, but his mind had come up blank and could only stair off in the direction of the young man who neither looked at the boy or those around him. Entirely focused on the wooden grains of the table he never looked up once to see if the boy had gotten what he had said over the croud of voices and sounds permiating the entire bar.

Then, something came out of the boy's mouth that any other person staring at that lonely man's face or had any sense of respect would never of dared to ask. " Are, are you one of them ghosts mister? My mamma told me they come out tonight to take the souls of those that don't know it. Are yah?" By the time he had said all that he must of stuttered more than 40 times and any confidence that was ment to back up his thoughts were gone.

And yet, the man seemed not one bitted phased by this question. " No, I'm not. But I'm looking for one. I've heard rumors that one had once come here in the past. I wanted to see if I could persuade it to leave peacefuly. However, it doesn't seem like it will be so easy." The entire time he neither moved, blinked, or what seemed like breath. All his attention some how looked like it was trained on a world beyond the table he sat at.

Without so much as premission the boy made up residence next to the silent youth and laid his head upon his hands. Apparently, no matter how dazzling and odd the stranger looked, he didn't hold enough fear in him to be much too much of a threat. "Do you think they'll ever go away? It's them that causes all the bad things to happen here. I'm sure of it. I saw one once. I tried to tell my mom but she wouldn't listen to me. She kept sayin I was maken things up again. You believe I saw one don't you?" It was only a minute and then the man lifted himself off the chair, his feet slidding across the floor like before. This time hardly a handfull of people looked at him as he left. Most were too busy eating or finishing up and conversing amongst one another to notice the lonely wanderer.

Realizing he hadn't and wasn't planning on answering him the boy tried to get up and follow him out the door. But it was his movement that finaly caught his mother's eye and she didn't look like she was about to let him out of her sight again. So that is how the young stranger made his way out of the bar, starting the real part of this story...... yet untold.