RP - Club Eclipse

[Khachaturian]

*quits stupid thread*

[DrNova]

*See's the action finally fire up, and grins.  His hands slide into the pockets of his hoodie as he puts his feet up onto the stool, and stands atop it.  Slipping free from their hiding places, two automatic pistols with extended clips slide free, and glint a dull silver in the clubs moody light.  With a maniacal laugh, the fingers squeeze, and the pistols begins spitting rounds through the club, splinters of tables and wall, and broken glasses filling the air with debris"

(ooc-now firefights, I like!)

[Khachaturian]

* re enters thread :p *

( oh yea and im human now…  )

*Bone shudders as he watches bullet cases litter the ground below the stool, bullets penetrating all throughout the no-longer gloomy club. Bone  then reaches near the back of his waistband and pulls out a snub nosed .357\. The shortbarelled gun a bad choice, as it gives up power (speed) for conceability, and the Doctors guns are all power. He  carefully raises the gun to point at the head of the doctor, holds his breath, squints, squeezes his finger, and a copper bullet rockets out. *

[Darknisss]

-sipping his 5th milk and lime concoction while watching the festivities unannounced-

[DrNova]

*hearing noise off to his side, and the audible -click- of a weapon, the doc spins and falls backwards.  Both pistols fire off a barrage in the direction of the noise, and as he falls behind the bartop, a slug smashes into the bottles above him, raining him with glass and alchohol.  Grinning wildly at his close encounter with death, he ejects two empty clips, and reloads*

[Darknisss]

-Walks through the fighting straight to the bartender (if not dead yet) and orders(takes) some food, walks back to viewing spot and relaxes-

[Khachaturian]

* Watching his bullet go astray of its target, Bone mutters "rebel scum", then pulls back on the hammer, and the cylinder spins into the next brass bullet. Bone looks up to see the infamous Doctor grinning even more wide than before, and then a split second later sees both guns, and the vacant spot where the magazines should be. Bone dives out of his cover, lands and slides with a audible thump, closes his second hand on the grip squints down the barrel trying to align himself with his target, and pops off his second shot, while sliding across the disco floor *

[Darknisss]

-Starts toying around with butterfly knife, while still eating-

[DrNova]

*The bartender is unharmed, and strangely uninterested in the surrounding chaos*

*Meanwhile, the Doc flinches as another round tears into the countertop periously close, showering him with splinters.  Both guns now reloaded, he stands again, following the sliding gunman with a spray of rounds, tearing up the floor along behind him. 

The glint of a blade catches his eye, and on reflex one hand swings across, another quick burst unleashing towards the lone figure, before the gun jams.  Swearing, he bangs it against the torn countertop before tossing it aside, useless.  With one gun left, he drops its cartridge and reloads, as he runs down the length of the bar and dives over the far end towards more intact cover*

[Darknisss]

-Bends down to pick up a quarter, very well alarmed of the danger he was just put in; rises up slowly and moves sitting places like nothing happened but the knife is safely put away-

[Khachaturian]

( that means darkniz join in? )

* Bone curses the bullet as it misses, and then curses himself for not packing the MP5\. Two bullets down, four more to go, but Bone doubts he will last long enough to see his revolver empty.

Sliding across the floor, Bone almost feels the bullets cutting through his body, and then he does, as a spray of bullets catches up with him and tears up his left calf.

He comes to a stop behind the bar counter. He spots the glint of tarnished metal on the antique pump-action shotgun resting under the counter. he reaches for the stock and pulls it towards him, his .357 lying ditched behind him. He pumps it in one fluid movement, and holding it in one hand, pulls himself up to lean on the bar. *

[FrogImmortal]

*Adjusts tie, slightly regrets not listening to his mother about getting an education*

[Darknisss]

(If you mean join, as in join in the gun battle, then sure)

-Already aware of his environment from the past 4 hours sitting in the shade analyzing every atom, he makes his move and swiftly but quietly makes his way up to a broken chandelier hanging from the ceiling-

[DrNova]

*Falling over the far side of the bar he winces, splinters of glass and wood randomly jabbing into him.  Picking a few out, he then laughs and shouts overhead*

That all you got?

*With a wicked grin, and singing (I shot the sheriff) loudly, he grabs a nearby, and surprisingly intact, bottle of alcohol.  Tossing it high into the air behind him, he pops up briefly, spraying towards it till it explodes in a rain of fire, then drops back down behind his cover*

[Darknisss]

-Sprayed with only fractions of alcohol, yet too high for the weighted glass to reach, Darkniz smoothly yanks out a AK47 and sprays the perimeter of the room taking out any lights in his way, three to be exact. He then ducks into the shade of his chandelier while twisting the silencer on…-

[Khachaturian]

Wait, your behind the bar? _I'm_ behind the bar :p , wtf, w/e i'll treat you as if your on my side.

@Bone:

> He comes to a stop behind the bar counter.

lol?

anyways,

* Bone's eyes grew wide open as the never-ending display of insanity continues.
But then his eyes narrowed, mere slits now, his target nearby, but to shoot his shotgun properly, he must lean off the bar, but by doing so, he will surely fall. This was a do or die attempt. And Bone attempted : He leaned off the counter, and swayed on one foot, the other feebly upright, Bone  raised the shotgun, aimed, held breath, said a one word prayer, and  then yanked on the trigger.

The recoil knocked him back, and un-able to mantain his balance with one inujured foot, he toppled back . He landed hard on the floor, his breath shot out in one gust. The shotgun lay nearby, he grabed at it, and pumped it, then propped himself up with one hand,  and then he raiseed his head to see the effects of his action. *

[DrNova]

(ooc-There ARE two ends to a bar.  Otherwise, would be some strange feat of physics?)

*With another deep breath, the Doc pops up from his cover to fire another volley across the bar.  Several small shots, orgin unknown, pop him in the chest, thudding into his bulletproof vest hidden beneath.  A gasp of air escapes him and he stumbles back, only to get slammed again by a larger slug from his nemesis, and it send him flying backwards. 
Crashing into the jukebox, the machine kicks to life, Johnny Cash's (Ring Of Fire) beginning to blare loudly through the speakers.
Saved by his vest, though in extreme pain and weapon location unknown, the Doc rolls across the debris littered floor into a darkened corner of the room to regroup*

Where the hell did the lights go..

*he mutterd painfully to himself*

[Hippoman789]

*just now returning from his "crap-shack" He watches from the window, nearest to the bar, all the action. Deciding to join in a 50.cal sniper is loaded. Propping it up against his shoulder and up on top of the window sill, he aims his shot at the first one he saw. The Doctor.*

[vrage]

* Sends Renzo inside*

[DrNova]

^ Nooooo!

[vrage]

@DrNova:

> ^ Nooooo!

haha pwned

[Darknisss]

-silencer now equipped he drops into action; since hes already taken out half of the lights he lands softly on the bar floor unseen and rolls behind an upturned table-

Anybody wanna party?

-Full ammunition and a wide grin on his face, he sprays into the darkest corners before finding a night vision scope collection about 5 meters away on a wall….very convenient, but to play fair he only takes one of the five and ducks back into hiding-

[Khachaturian]

@DrNova:

> (ooc-There ARE two ends to a bar.  Otherwise, would be some strange feat of physics?)

oh you mean the opposite ends, my bad

* Bone watches in surprise as the Doctor retreats, and then suddenly, the lights go out.
Semi-crawling, semi- pitifully walking, Bone 'walks/crawls' to where the Doctor disapeared, and then  his arm comes across a metallic piece : his discarded revolver. The .357 still has four bullets left in it.

Throwing away the shotgun, Bone raises the revolver with one hand, and advances forward.
He squints his eyes, and tries to gather any light left, but fails. Relying on sound alone now, He clutches the revolver with both hands. He advances forward… *

[Hippoman789]

*Unable to see anyone and seeing as the person has retreated, he pulls back and tries to find his flashlight. Thinking to himself how stupid of him that he forgot his Night Vision Goggles.*

[Darknisss]

-Noticing through his night vision scope no one has noticed the collection sitting on the wall and are blindly walking in his trap, he slowly reaches up to pull the trigger…-