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Jinx ([personal profile] badluckbabe) wrote in [community profile] 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.

 




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[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-20 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can build just about anything. Maybe not like...a house, or something, but things that could be found useful, depending on what you want. Tools, carts, prosthetics of course..." He nodded to his leg, even though HE hadn't made the one he's using in the first place.
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[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-24 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Hiccup leaned back slightly as she came closer, idly tracing his fingers along the rim of his glass. "A weapon...sounds like you'd benefit from a small, light club or a knife or something....or mace." Fearless snickered, rolling his eyes a little, to which Hiccup ignored and continued.

"I don't have the materials to build anything, though. You'd have to provide those."
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[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-24 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Hiccup's eyes widen a little with surprise, but he takes the money offered to him without much hesitation. The money she'd given him was more than enough to repair his leg. He nodded slowly, "...Y-yes this....this is plenty. And don't worry, I'll think of something worth your while. I promise."
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[personal profile] trainsurdragons 2013-08-25 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"U-uuhh...." He faltered, his grip tightening on the stack of bills in his hand. "....Th-Thank you. ....I think."