Post by mamajumbo on Apr 24, 2015 13:21:23 GMT -5
As the group entered, the stench of old tobacco and mushroom based cigarettes attacked their nostrils. Through the smoke accumulated due to a lack of functional airducts, people gathered around a game of darts. Next to the crowd, a couple is playing on a salvaged pin ball machine which now accepts bullets as currency.
The bartender, a tall individual wearing a streched out chapka that makes him even greater is engaging a conversation with an odd looking gentleman, the outfit of this strange man seems outdated, some born outside the metro might see him as a ghost of the past because of his very tidy business attire. From head to toe, this client got a clean and fresh haircut, his face looks healthy at all levels, the nose doesn't show any blackheads and his cheeks do not bear any scar or dead skin which is a rare sight in even the richest slums of Polis. The mysterious stranger also wears clothes in a sparkling clean state. The shirt is as white as the burning stars in the skies, his trousers present an absence of mud and poked holes, the undamaged seams of his black vest and pants add to the strangeness of this character. If one keeps an eye on the whole outfit, he might realise how clean and shiny his leather shoes are. A strange sight in this desolated country in desperate times.
The walls are covered with tainted pictures from different brands: From metal plaques of gas stations and car models, posters of cigarettes with one of the greatest pictures show a camel with sunglasses, to pornographic images of blond bimbos in different skanky bikinis. All of these are inscribed in cyrillic alphabet or latin. Whoever is in charge must've spent a whole wagon of bullets for all this collection.
On the counter or behind the bartender, a lot of beverages creates a rainbow of different tainted glasses containing colored liquids. Some of them even glow in the shadows of the bar. As you look into the items, the owner looks at you with a heartwarming smile and greets you in his humble hub. The tall bartender waves in a horizontal movement towards his bottles to indicate all the available poisons you might want to drink. After you chose your favorite mushroom based beer. The owner tells you that he has never seen you arround the station and asks questions about your travels to fulfill his curiosity of news around neighbouring stations.
The rusty door opens in a screeching sound covered by the surrounding noise of the spectacle in front of your eyes. People shouting numbers, handful of bullets passing hands, the sound of cracking ribs, no doubt it is a freefight match between two heavy titans wearing boxing tape on their hands and feet and worn out boxing shorts. There are no rules except hitting below the belt, meaning genitals and weapons are forbidden From the screams that echoes in the bar, two names appear, the one on the left is Viktor a tall and muscular beast that swings his fists at the adversary as fast as a kalashnikov would do in full automatic rate of fire. However on the right, we can see that Nikolaï also called sometimes as "the snake" dodges every attack and seem to use his mind and endurance to study and find a weak spot on the meat wall in front of him. The match is intense but suddenly stops as Viktor gets on the ground after a serie of very accrate strikes from the snake.
First a fist from the man on the left got parried as usual, but the snake twisted his arm around thus locking it, then Nikolaï throws his remaining palm right through the nose. While the sight of his bloody nose stunned Viktor, the snake hit his prey with his right elbow in the chin, which should be enough for a knock out. Finally he ended his successive strikes by releasing his arm block to stand back a few centimeters and gives a good kick right in the right kneecap of Viktor. The giant fell soon after. After the fight some whisper that it was a fair game and people compared it to a David vs Goliath situation. But others claim that the match was rigged.
The bartender, a tall individual wearing a streched out chapka that makes him even greater is engaging a conversation with an odd looking gentleman, the outfit of this strange man seems outdated, some born outside the metro might see him as a ghost of the past because of his very tidy business attire. From head to toe, this client got a clean and fresh haircut, his face looks healthy at all levels, the nose doesn't show any blackheads and his cheeks do not bear any scar or dead skin which is a rare sight in even the richest slums of Polis. The mysterious stranger also wears clothes in a sparkling clean state. The shirt is as white as the burning stars in the skies, his trousers present an absence of mud and poked holes, the undamaged seams of his black vest and pants add to the strangeness of this character. If one keeps an eye on the whole outfit, he might realise how clean and shiny his leather shoes are. A strange sight in this desolated country in desperate times.
The walls are covered with tainted pictures from different brands: From metal plaques of gas stations and car models, posters of cigarettes with one of the greatest pictures show a camel with sunglasses, to pornographic images of blond bimbos in different skanky bikinis. All of these are inscribed in cyrillic alphabet or latin. Whoever is in charge must've spent a whole wagon of bullets for all this collection.
On the counter or behind the bartender, a lot of beverages creates a rainbow of different tainted glasses containing colored liquids. Some of them even glow in the shadows of the bar. As you look into the items, the owner looks at you with a heartwarming smile and greets you in his humble hub. The tall bartender waves in a horizontal movement towards his bottles to indicate all the available poisons you might want to drink. After you chose your favorite mushroom based beer. The owner tells you that he has never seen you arround the station and asks questions about your travels to fulfill his curiosity of news around neighbouring stations.
The rusty door opens in a screeching sound covered by the surrounding noise of the spectacle in front of your eyes. People shouting numbers, handful of bullets passing hands, the sound of cracking ribs, no doubt it is a freefight match between two heavy titans wearing boxing tape on their hands and feet and worn out boxing shorts. There are no rules except hitting below the belt, meaning genitals and weapons are forbidden From the screams that echoes in the bar, two names appear, the one on the left is Viktor a tall and muscular beast that swings his fists at the adversary as fast as a kalashnikov would do in full automatic rate of fire. However on the right, we can see that Nikolaï also called sometimes as "the snake" dodges every attack and seem to use his mind and endurance to study and find a weak spot on the meat wall in front of him. The match is intense but suddenly stops as Viktor gets on the ground after a serie of very accrate strikes from the snake.
First a fist from the man on the left got parried as usual, but the snake twisted his arm around thus locking it, then Nikolaï throws his remaining palm right through the nose. While the sight of his bloody nose stunned Viktor, the snake hit his prey with his right elbow in the chin, which should be enough for a knock out. Finally he ended his successive strikes by releasing his arm block to stand back a few centimeters and gives a good kick right in the right kneecap of Viktor. The giant fell soon after. After the fight some whisper that it was a fair game and people compared it to a David vs Goliath situation. But others claim that the match was rigged.