OOC: Entry for Shout ( Read more... )

Starving Artist ( Read more... )

(The lights are dim, it is a medium size cistern that serves as Axe's room beneath the stage, no one is allowed here not even Marge, It is the den of the beast, the sanctuary of a hard man ( Read more... )

They don't call it the Old City because it sparkles, They call it what it is, old, run down and Decaying. But some call it home, to some it is their birthplace and most likely their graveyard ( Read more... )

(Midnight, dark, overcast, slight drizzle comes down on the empty graveyard, almost empty save for two ( Read more... )

Damm Fuckers, made me spill my drink, Now I gotta get another chair. As I look around, my need obvious, one of the regulars, gets up and offers me a chair ( Read more... )

I stand above the dim glow of the streetlights, above the animals that hide in skins of man. Watching, ever watching for the gleam of a blade, ear pricked for a muffled cry for help from those I care about. Granted I don't care about much, eating, when I can, sleeping, when the bullets will give me a moments peace, pompous asses that think they can ( Read more... )