http://nofearvolt.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nofearvolt.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2010-05-04 10:46 am

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Who Volt Krueger [livejournal.com profile] nofearvolt and ANYONE ELSE that might be out and about at night. Drunks welcome! Just trying to build a little CR :D
Where A seedy bar downtown
When Night 5/4
Warning Nothing I can think of! Unless Volt runs into Echidna, smooth sailing.
Summary City nightlife, Volt may be secretly looking for Echidna based on concern for her well being. He goes to a seedy bar in town, hoping to maybe find her there.
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Volt came to terms with the fact he was going to be stuck here a while... but the fact that Echidna was so quiet lately worried him. He knew she was here... but it may have been weeks since he arrived and she did soon after. Sure, she was his former partner that betrayed him, sending a whole squad to shoot him on her command.... but she redeemed himself. Volt brushed the horns on his forehead. He had to admit, he didn't forgive her completely, but they were in a strange new world... maybe it was worth pushing all their feelings aside and working together -- maybe even learning to trust each other again. He knew that was logical. Was it realistic? Probably not.

He checked his watch... his shift was done. Pushing off the wall, he opened the bar door and motioned for the next bouncer up. He clocked out and began walking the streets. Echidna wouldn't be just wondering around the streets aimlessly. So where would she go? He wondered the streets a while before he noticed a run-down bar that was exploding with noise. It wasn't exactly what he liked going to after a shift of working with drunks... but it was a candidate to where Echidna might find herself in... if anything else, to have a constant bar fight. With a shrug, he nodded to the doorman, showing his ID and headed to the bar.

As he thought, it was the kind of place that was easily violating multiple laws. There was no such thing as capacity... the fire station would flip their shit. It was dark, and it was becoming more and more apparent what kind of people this place attracted. Smoke clouded most of anything that was about ten feet away. The bartender reached him and he ordered some whiskey, and he let out a breath. Why was he doing this again?