8 Miles Motel

[Joey Risk]

Joey sighed, his face lighten ."Beer, thats something i could live without." He looked down at his shoulder before grinning lightly. "I'll be fine, give me a few hours I guess." He slowly with a slight heavy footing walked towards the pub as told of. He blinked. "Do you think she'll find us?"

[Hector]

Hector smiled.

"You don't HAVE to by alcohol you know. I plan to drink something more civilised... Like coke, or milk... ah yes, milk will be nice for the occasion," Hector said smiling.

"The pub should be just..." Hector froze what he was about to say when instead of seeing the bar right in front of them, there was simply a completely burned down wreck.

"... "

[Joey Risk]

Joey coughed before looking to one side. "Holy fuck." He reached into his coat and pulled out his Desert Eagle. "Be on your guard mate." Joey's eye twitched from left and right before sighing. He walked into the bar to find just ashes, his mouth became a frown. "Their long gone." He traced his hand over a black piece of wood, it was cold to the touch. "The place is cold, it must have been done many days ago." He stood and looked at him. "Native Americans, they teach you alot if your willing to listen."

[Hector]

"Actually, I prefer to call it logic," Hector joked, but without laughing.

He didn't understand. A whole bar completely destroyed... The circle would have surely taken it upon themselves to be involved in a situation like this.

Of course, the circle might be the reason it's destroyed... Hector thought to himself, trying not to late his hatred of the circle over come him.

"Wait..." Hector said, suddenly feeling something.

"There was a demon here... He must have been incredibly powerful if I can still sense it after this much time. But how could one get so powerful? They could control the world!" Hector tried to put the pieces together.

Maybe I'm getting rusty... He thought to himself.

[Joey Risk]

Joey raises his eyebrow. "Lets move, I dont want to be out right now in the open, thank."

[Hector]

"The danger's long passed, but I agree, we are gaining nothing by standing around..."

Hector thought for a second.

"Do you know any good places to get a drink?" Hector asked Joey, realising that the only other places he knows of aren't that good at all. Full of werewolves...

[Joey Risk]

He looked at Hector before nodding. "Follow me." He began to walk from the ashes, he smiled. "I know the perfect place." His hand was shaking he was full of rage and anger, the final effect of the fire and explosion had finally came upon him, he was pissed. "You dont mind if it's a bit risky." He chuckled, he was going to find Vincent one way or another, his body guard was now on his hit list. "Just follow me."

[Jaden Kalen]

((Right... So Joey suddenly knows who Vincent is and that he has a nightclub? He never said anything of the sort. Also how do you know where it is? Its just opened FFS! If anything Hector could have heard about it. Also Joey haven't you just got into the town? How do you know so much about the place? You wouldn't! Please change this!))

[Hector]

((Joey used the name Vincent to describe whom he was writing about. He did not use the name in speech nor thought bubbles and such there is nothing there suggesting that Joey knows Vincent's name. However I don't believe going to some crazy place that Vincent owns is the best of ideas, as neither of them have heard of it before. In fact until now, I hadn't heard of it myself.))

[Joey Risk]

((Epp...team up....I was kinda going to find information from "Sources" so that they can go to him...Haven't you guess it already, my character has a death wish, come on blowing up a building?))

[Hector]

Hector was slightly entruiged to where Joey was leading them.

"You seem to know where you're going," Hector commented as he remembered that he was supposed to be the guide here.

[Joey Risk]

[edited by me 3 times wait make that 4, i was so unsure about this but i guess this is getting more into Joey's past...Thought i work in how he honestly feels since you know, the death of his wife and daughter and it shows how much he trusts Hector...Forgive me for babbling on, edit it to yourself if you don't agree. I personally like what i did.]

He turned and looked blankly at him, his eyes seemed un-focused. "Me, yeah, i don't remember much, i came here many years ago when i was just a boy, 6 or 7 i do believe, i honestly don't remember." He stopped and beginning to look left and right. "My old master showed me some areas, some stops, some friends that could possibly help me but that is only a chance." He stopped and looked down at his sword. "My master died here, long ago." He looked toward the eastern side of the town. "I had two masters, one long ago and my friend; Azrael's uncle." He stopped and began to run his hand through his hair, long thoughtful strokes, his mouth slightly opened. "It's been many years." He was emotional effected by this area, his eyes dimmed then darkened at a thought.
He looked at Hector suddenly his cheeks had red marks where tears had rolled down. "I think our friendship is not going to last much longer, i can feel it, my stomach's in knots." He sighed. "It probably going to finish with something big,as most of my friendships do, i don't know might not, it honestly could be a load of crap but It's just a guess." He turned and reached into his coat, his hand pulling out a Strongly forged Celtic white gold Knife, about the size of a basic knife but was carved with such skill. "Here, take this Hector." He handed it towards him. "A friend gave it to me long ago,to far for me to remember, it's always been with me,he died saving me; so I'm going to give it to you for saving my life." He smiled, little circles of water slide down his cheeks, he rubbed it away quickly, his hand held the knife forward but in a way they could shake hands in the bonding kind of way. "Friends."



(( Umm, Someone, i don't want to get ballixs again so just wondering if someone could take control as a lycan or a vampire and cause trouble for them soon, just to you know make it less interesting...It would be kind but i dunno, anyway...Thank you.))

[Hector]

Hector looked taken aback.

"Joey, how could I accept this gift?" Hector replied, knowing not what to say, or whether he could accept this honour.

"I may have saved your life in the past, but you have done the same for me... It's what friends do, and I will honour that friendship. It is not one that can be easily broken."

Hector remained hesitant of accepting Joey's gift. It seemed too much.

[Joey Risk]

He sighed softly before taking his hand, pressing it into it. "It's a good close range weapon, it's allow your demonic power to charge through it like a electrical rode and come out in a powerful blast."

He looked at his feet lightly. "It's just a knife to me, since after all i am a human." He grinned widely, his teeth showing lightly. "Dont worry Hector, no matter what i be your only friend you sad loser." He laughed jokingly.

[Hector]

Hector laughed at Joey.
He also jokingly span his scythe around his head using only the fingers from one hand.

"If this scythe isn't a close range weapon, I don't know what is!" Hector commented, smiling.

Hector used the knife to cut a line across his palm, and offered the same knife to Joey to do the same.

"Let us make our friendship binding," he said.