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thefolder2013-08-11 08:09 pm
badluckbabe) wrote in thefolder2013-08-11 08:09 pm
It's Film Noir see~
Who: Jinx, Noir and Open to all
What: Film Noir has settled on the city
Where: The Digital Dive Bar
When: Sunday Evening
The world is made up of shades of black, white and grey.
Figuratively speaking, it's difficult at times to see where right and wrong lay as shadows of selfish motives and sinful opportunities present themselves and weaken even the most pure hearted. The shades of grey can lead them astray and turn you about till you can't even recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.
Also literally. As night fell upon the city the very color seemed to drain from the world and the clothing and lingo seemed to change to match.
The Digital Dive Bar was a seedy little joint on the north end of Terminal Tokyo, located in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty and adjacent to the Crest of Desire District.
It was the kind of shady bar where you could go to forget yourself for a few hours. Less reputable Digimon liked to gather here and drink away their problems. Some night this gathering of reprobates and rouges was downright cheery.
Tonight was not one of those nights.
A fog of cigar smoke filled the air above their heads as a crooked poker game was played out hour by hour with the chips gradually changing hands from one Mon to another. A vixen of a Renamon worked the bar flirting her way to tips and smoking from a long elegant cigarette holder. She wore a slinky black number that clung to her curves like so many men and mon would be happy to do behind closed doors.
What: Film Noir has settled on the city
Where: The Digital Dive Bar
When: Sunday Evening
The world is made up of shades of black, white and grey.
Figuratively speaking, it's difficult at times to see where right and wrong lay as shadows of selfish motives and sinful opportunities present themselves and weaken even the most pure hearted. The shades of grey can lead them astray and turn you about till you can't even recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.
Also literally. As night fell upon the city the very color seemed to drain from the world and the clothing and lingo seemed to change to match.
The Digital Dive Bar was a seedy little joint on the north end of Terminal Tokyo, located in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty and adjacent to the Crest of Desire District.
It was the kind of shady bar where you could go to forget yourself for a few hours. Less reputable Digimon liked to gather here and drink away their problems. Some night this gathering of reprobates and rouges was downright cheery.
Tonight was not one of those nights.
A fog of cigar smoke filled the air above their heads as a crooked poker game was played out hour by hour with the chips gradually changing hands from one Mon to another. A vixen of a Renamon worked the bar flirting her way to tips and smoking from a long elegant cigarette holder. She wore a slinky black number that clung to her curves like so many men and mon would be happy to do behind closed doors.
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He finished off the last of his drink and signalled the bartender for another, this time a Bloody Mary. Strawberries and tomatoes, whoever figured out you could turn them into alcoholic drinks deserved a medal.
But now he found he had nothing to keep his hand occupied so it didn't tap agitatedly on the bar. Family was a sticky issue. So was belonging and deserving.
"And sometimes it ain't about deserving. Sometimes ya can't help but care. ...And sometimes ya don't get that chance because ya don't fit in."
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"As much as it clashes with my strong sense of self preservation, I've never been the type of girl to follow the beaten path."
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He responded with a wink, taking his next drink out of the bartender's hand and immediately taking a swallow.
"Long as it don't get ya run outta town for shit ya can't help, anyway."
That was something he had personal experience with. Humans tended to react poorly to learning they had a demon in their midst, even if it was only half of one.
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She gently traced a long elegant finger along the rim of her glass while she listened and studied him curiously.
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It was risky, admitting his heritage. But this dame obviously had her own supernatural history, even seemed to understand what it was like being looked at strangely for the hints of it you couldn't hide. Besides, she'd been good to him so far. Now was as good a time as any to see how she reacted to the truth.
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"Sounds like something you've gotten used to, but never completely accepted."
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Some days it just seemed like he wasn't meant for that kind of life. Not human, not demon, where did that leave him? Just a lonely warrior holding onto the few who accepted him in whatever way he could.
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"And peoples needs."
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"Maybe you're right. Already managed to find a sweet dame I'd like to keep getting to know."
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"Well she's gonna have to wait her turn. I'm enjoying your attention far too much and I'm not above lashing out to get what I want."
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Who knows, maybe he'd be the first boy to keep her attention in this place. Anything was possible.