a warning to people, the good and the evil, this is war [open]

[patricide]

Who: Lex and awful influences (IS THAT YOU?)
What: Sex, drugs, and violence. Rock and roll available upon request.
Where: Griss Twist: the arena, bar, open to anywhere else if the thread moves that way
When: Newdi
Notes: This is the promised bad decisions thread. You can have your character meet Lex either at home, the arena, bar, or somewhere else in Griss Twist, just please specify.
Warnings: The violence is definitely happening in the arena. Will add more warnings if things get terrifying.

Lex lets his staff know that he is about to leave before he departs for Griss Twist. He's taking his first day off from the new job and it's going to be used to channel aggression. The past week was one filled with tension between the nightmares, Lionel's arrival, and getting the new hires started with their duties. While the latter was welcome unlike the others, it was still an important job to do that added to his tension.

He's never put much stock in the 12 Point Divinity, but if Gediron has an arena in which to practice swordfighting, then Lex will at least pay homage long enough for combat. While he does own body armor, he doesn't bring it, only a saber that is much sharper than one usually used for fencing. Recreation by no means excluded survival. A stranger challenges him and Lex holds nothing back, the duel finally ending the the other man knocked to the ground.

When he's finally through with the arena, Lex stops in one of the bars in Griss Twist rather than heading straight home. It's much less savory than his familiar neighborhood of Brock Marsh, but he can take care of himself

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» up in the bar

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Lex knows that me must look like a bit of a walking contradiction. His clothes, though nice, are casual, the kind used to spend lounging around over the weekend. They're not meant for bloodsport.

Yet that's where he's come from, clothes rumpled and dirty and he looks at least slightly more at home in Griss Twist than he would have on another day. He's at the bar and notices a woman eating ...peanuts? He didn't get any peanuts. He's had less reason to talk to somebody.

Walking to this woman's end of the bar he stands next to her, indicating the bowl with his hand. "May I?"

» up in the bar

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

For a surprisingly long while now, Cindy's been completely left alone to her own devices and it's kind of enjoyable to not be hit on every five minutes. Maybe because it's Griss Twist and not someplace like Gidd where the ladies aren't most likely sneaking a pistol in their thongs, but appreciated nonetheless.

But being uninterrupted only lasts but so long as a hairless stranger with the appearance of either just rolling out of bed and strolling to the bar or getting into a nasty fight sidles up next to Cindy, asking for her nuts.

"Not with those unwashed hands," Cindy answers without even looking up at him, cracking another peanut shell and letting it fall back into the bowl. "I don't know whose face they've been punching in."

» up in the bar AHAHAHA OMG STARRAH YOU MADE ME LAUGH WITH THAT TAG

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"Your enemies and their kin," he says casually, reaching for the bowl anyway. Even though he wasn't invited, he's careful to only touch one peanut and pluck it out of the bowl.

He trusts her to know complete bullshit when she hears it, but this was a bar and not exactly upscale. Peanut sanitation wasn't exactly a priority. "Besides," he cracks open the shell, "isn't the inside that counts?"

» up in the bar MY JOB HERE IS DONE

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

He'll only get to touch one peanut. He better savor it because the next time his filthy fingers go into the bowl, he'll draw back some nubs.

"People who say that are usually full of shit," Cindy muses, popping the nut into her mouth. What's on the inside of them usually is brown and smells bad."

» up in the bar

[patricide]

That one gets a laugh. He shakes his head, popping one of the peanuts into his mouth.

"Harsh. Though it's the outside that has all the germs. Are you sure you want to be so protective of that bowl if you don't know where it's been?" By now this seems as if it isn't so much about the peanuts anymore but more about who has the most brown on it inside.