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HeySeuss It takes a lot to jolt a Mardi Gras celebration out of its hedonism-- the crowd was intent on losing it in the parade and everyone was so bent already -- alcohol was everywhere, but so were enough drugs to make Pablo Escobar go 'dayummm.'
But flame raining down from overhead upon the packed crowds in the tight streets of the quartier Francaise is one of the things that will do it; suddenly, the revelers, the parade, and everything else was obscured by the smoke, the music abruptly killed by the screams of terror. The press of bodies suddenly became lethal as everyone tried to move quickly
Lou found himself in the press of humanity, trying to stay on his feet as people all around him were trying to shove others aside, to just GET OUT of the street before the flames came down again -- there was some sort of inhuman scream and the sound of wind being displaced before the flames came down again in a streaming jet, taking people that were ahead of him; instead of running back into the street, he took a gamble and hurled himself through the flames, and into some bar, though not without damage -- he had to do a stop, drop and roll there on the bar floor, among broken furniture, bottles and the like, but a few scrapes beat burning. Terror had a way of sobering you right up, it turned out.
Meanwhile, the fire Lou just dove through? That was still burning out front, blocking the way he came. But the bar was brick, and it didn't seem to be catching. On the other hand, Lou managed to catch some of the floor on fire, seeing as there was some spilled booze down there...
Noxious Her only saving grace was that just moments before the chaos errpted into flames, she had run towards the back alley of the brick bar to cleanse herself of the myriad of alcohols she'd taken in. She was brushing a bit of puke from her lower lip with a napkin and trying to look nonchalant when the screaming began. Her first thought was that the police had arrived a little earlier than usual. Her second thought was to stop in her tracks. It seemed like where she was was safer, but the mass of people was expanding and pressing towards her. High heeled feet clicked in a drunken moonwalk back towards the alley.
Gowi The sound of panic and screaming was a bit abnormal to say the least and it would certainly be concerning—fortunately for one individual named Richard Burton, he had been in a ‘sanctuary’ of sorts… well if you could call the bathroom of a crappy bar off of Bourbon and Dumaine street a place of sanctuary. Richard Burton had come in town not too long ago to deal with a case of mistaken identity—he had tracked a person down who was using his hire’s identity to conduct credit card fraud. Not like he could do anything about that since unbeknownst to him a literal hell was being unleashed outside.
“What in the hell?” He muttered under his breath as chaos ensued. Was New Orleans always like this around this time of year? If so, he was NOT coming back. Throwing his cigarette to the bathroom floor and stomping it out he went to wash his hands before leaving and seeing the bar in entire disarray and seeing some loon rolling on the floor as he doused his flames in spilled beer.
Richard had heard the sound of the bar patrons stumbling and crashing about—but he had a headache and didn’t wish to leave the bathroom until his painkillers had set in.
It probably saved his life. Richard wasn’t sure to make of the scene before him as he expressed a look of confusion.
Zran Bob was enjoying the party, he'd never been to a festival like this before, usually his scene was to drink alone by himself. But his friends had come round and dragged him along to the streets of New Orleans. The people looked so different to what he had expected and acted nicer than most. He soon found himself absorbed in bed in the atmosphere and drinking as hard as the rest. He'd ended up in a brawl with a stocky guy in wearing fairy wings and a halo. He'd been thown out into the alley at the rear of the bar lying behind some garbage bags and beer kegs.
He came to groaning and slowly sat up finding himself covered in puke, it wasn't his own.
"Hey Lady," he said to the woman coming back down the alley silhouetted in the orange light.T"That's not a nice thing to do." Slurring his words from a bloody lip. He stood ready to give her a talking to but just then a flaming man came running into the alley and dropped at their feet.
HeySeuss Lou did the right thing...but in the wrong place, and that's why he was bursting on fire, "Oh shit!" And yet, he kept rolling, hoping that once the alcohol cooked off, he really could put the fire out, assuming no one else put it out. There were beer bottles all around, and there was a fire extinguisher sitting on some wall nearby...come to think of it, some people left coats, too. M-O-O-N that spells options.
Gowi Richard’s eyes darted left to right before they caught the sight of a bucket of dirty mop water to the side—from when someone likely cleaned up a bit of vomit from earlier party shenanigans. The PI grabbed the bucket and did as any sane man would do and dumped it over on the ‘burning man’.
Demensia Bryant had just finished paying for his 24 pack of beers at the store a little ways from the bar, the entire place had been overly populated with mardi gras and just as he turned stumbling in a drunken fashion to the outside world all hell broke loose. The entire world looked like it had been set on fire in his eyes and with his emotions running high he quickly ran back inside crying tears of intoxicated fear.
Others had soon flooded the store and he was caught between a rock of a man and a freezer unit which was dangerously close to toppling over. He yelled out towards the hulk of a man and was quickly presented with a new problem as the man was just as drunk as he was and irritated by the sudden yell, turning with fists at the ready.
HeySeuss Lou managed to stagger up, smoking a bit, but not fundamentally harmed besides a few scrapes and bruises, and a scorched piece of clothing here or there -- he was wearing layers for the unseasonable cold in New Orleans; big dude, with a brownish-red-gold beard that looked like he worked in something somewhat physical. The layered clothing saved him from being actually burned in a bad way. "Holy shit, thanks," he gushed a bit in that funny accent of his - Canadian or something with the vowel treatment? -- before he realized, well, he was dripping wet and smelled a bit funny. Just then, out front, through the windows, another plume of flame went up.
"Hooly shit, looks bad out there, what the hell is that?"
Gowi “What the hell is wha—” Richard replied as he followed him to the sight of the window; and he couldn’t believe what he saw.
HeySeuss Again, the loud, inhuman shriek and the displaced air making that 'whoosh' sound down the street. Ominous shit.
Noxious Her immediate reaction to the guy in the alley was to raise a middle finger as world’s curled off her tongue in what could have been a sweet southern accent, but sounded rather rude when attached to “Fuck YOU buddy.”
It was obvious that the girl, when not disheveled and drunk, was used to men only cooing over her and telling her she could do no wrong. She went to reach into her purse to pull out her iphone and text one of her friends that she had lost earlier in the night. The guy in the alley was forgotten. As she reached into her purse a woosh from above startled her and had her looking up. All of this was to much distraction considering she could barely walk when entirely focused on the process. Her body twisted and careened downward towards the filth that had probably been collecting in the alley for decades. Now she was sitting next to the man in the alley. It looked like she might cry then. Her lip began to tremble and she took in a deep breath. “What the fuck man!?” Now she was looking at the guy in the alley next to her. Was she blaming him, did she want support? It was hard to read drunken sorority girl.
This all happened rather quickly, but not as quickly as their privacy in the alley was shattered by a human torch. Her previous "What the fuck man" started to go on repeat though the fear and utter confusion escalated the question into a whiny annoying demand. "WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK!?" Like a girly asshole she kicked out her foot towards the man in an attempt to get him away from them.
Gowi “What the hell have I missed?” Richard said with a concerned look as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Then again even if it was explained to him, it might not of helped any at all…
Zran Bob's drunken mind raced as the woman cursed at him then freaked out as the flaming guy dropped before them. "Lady, calm the fuck down!" he couldn't think of what to do this was so unlike anything he'd ever seen before. And the ungodly shrieks from above didn't help matters at all. he looked at the bar door beside him and slowly it came to him the bar was made of stone, no amount of heavenly fire would burn that down. He grabbed the lady by the arm and dragged her toward the door.
He tried to open it but of course they'd locked it after he'd had been kicked out. "Damn, don't suppose you got any hair pins?" he asked her.
Demensia The brutish man immediately threw a punch at Bryant practically crumpling him against the freezer. Bryant fell before slinking away with his bloodied nose and 24 pack, pushing past the panicked crowds of people and eventually making it to the back end of the store. He opened a side door and made his way into the alleyway, a few rushed steps and he caught sight of two people stuck just outside the back door of the bar and his home.
"The hell are you doing? Can't you see it's a fucking apocalypse." He yelled out stumbling past the man and fumbling with keys. Once he had collected himself and got the correct key; he began the fight to place the key into the hole still shaken from the fight and blood dripping from his nose. With a small click, the door was pushed open and he turned to the two others. "Get the hell inside the door to the bar is on the left" He shouted before climbing up the small set of stairs to his apartment, opening the door and shoving his beer inside. He immediately closed and locked the door and entered the bar to figure out what the hell was going on.
Gowi Richard turned to what appeared to be the sound of the opening of the rear entrance and a degree of shouting from a male voice. As he turned his attention to the rear of the bar although a bit cautiously so.
ZranBob pushed past the man and into the bar dragging the girl with him. He took stock of the room, the broken bottles and furniture of his previous time in this bar were evident everywhere. Two men stood in the bar one looking like some hot shot detective from the 1960s, the other was a little charred, which reminded him of the dead guy outside. "Got off lucky?" He asked gruffly. "Name's Bob, loooovely night."
Gowi Richard nodded, “Yeah, it’s a keeper.” He managed as he saw the sight of the group.
HeySeuss It takes a lot to jolt a Mardi Gras celebration out of its hedonism-- the crowd was intent on losing it in the parade and everyone was so bent already -- alcohol was everywhere, but so were enough drugs to make Pablo Escobar go 'dayummm.'
But flame raining down from overhead upon the packed crowds in the tight streets of the quartier Francaise is one of the things that will do it; suddenly, the revelers, the parade, and everything else was obscured by the smoke, the music abruptly killed by the screams of terror. The press of bodies suddenly became lethal as everyone tried to move quickly
Lou found himself in the press of humanity, trying to stay on his feet as people all around him were trying to shove others aside, to just GET OUT of the street before the flames came down again -- there was some sort of inhuman scream and the sound of wind being displaced before the flames came down again in a streaming jet, taking people that were ahead of him; instead of running back into the street, he took a gamble and hurled himself through the flames, and into some bar, though not without damage -- he had to do a stop, drop and roll there on the bar floor, among broken furniture, bottles and the like, but a few scrapes beat burning. Terror had a way of sobering you right up, it turned out.
Meanwhile, the fire Lou just dove through? That was still burning out front, blocking the way he came. But the bar was brick, and it didn't seem to be catching. On the other hand, Lou managed to catch some of the floor on fire, seeing as there was some spilled booze down there...
Noxious Her only saving grace was that just moments before the chaos errpted into flames, she had run towards the back alley of the brick bar to cleanse herself of the myriad of alcohols she'd taken in. She was brushing a bit of puke from her lower lip with a napkin and trying to look nonchalant when the screaming began. Her first thought was that the police had arrived a little earlier than usual. Her second thought was to stop in her tracks. It seemed like where she was was safer, but the mass of people was expanding and pressing towards her. High heeled feet clicked in a drunken moonwalk back towards the alley.
Gowi The sound of panic and screaming was a bit abnormal to say the least and it would certainly be concerning—fortunately for one individual named Richard Burton, he had been in a ‘sanctuary’ of sorts… well if you could call the bathroom of a crappy bar off of Bourbon and Dumaine street a place of sanctuary. Richard Burton had come in town not too long ago to deal with a case of mistaken identity—he had tracked a person down who was using his hire’s identity to conduct credit card fraud. Not like he could do anything about that since unbeknownst to him a literal hell was being unleashed outside.
“What in the hell?” He muttered under his breath as chaos ensued. Was New Orleans always like this around this time of year? If so, he was NOT coming back. Throwing his cigarette to the bathroom floor and stomping it out he went to wash his hands before leaving and seeing the bar in entire disarray and seeing some loon rolling on the floor as he doused his flames in spilled beer.
Richard had heard the sound of the bar patrons stumbling and crashing about—but he had a headache and didn’t wish to leave the bathroom until his painkillers had set in.
It probably saved his life. Richard wasn’t sure to make of the scene before him as he expressed a look of confusion.
Zran Bob was enjoying the party, he'd never been to a festival like this before, usually his scene was to drink alone by himself. But his friends had come round and dragged him along to the streets of New Orleans. The people looked so different to what he had expected and acted nicer than most. He soon found himself absorbed in bed in the atmosphere and drinking as hard as the rest. He'd ended up in a brawl with a stocky guy in wearing fairy wings and a halo. He'd been thown out into the alley at the rear of the bar lying behind some garbage bags and beer kegs.
He came to groaning and slowly sat up finding himself covered in puke, it wasn't his own.
"Hey Lady," he said to the woman coming back down the alley silhouetted in the orange light.T"That's not a nice thing to do." Slurring his words from a bloody lip. He stood ready to give her a talking to but just then a flaming man came running into the alley and dropped at their feet.
HeySeuss Lou did the right thing...but in the wrong place, and that's why he was bursting on fire, "Oh shit!" And yet, he kept rolling, hoping that once the alcohol cooked off, he really could put the fire out, assuming no one else put it out. There were beer bottles all around, and there was a fire extinguisher sitting on some wall nearby...come to think of it, some people left coats, too. M-O-O-N that spells options.
Gowi Richard’s eyes darted left to right before they caught the sight of a bucket of dirty mop water to the side—from when someone likely cleaned up a bit of vomit from earlier party shenanigans. The PI grabbed the bucket and did as any sane man would do and dumped it over on the ‘burning man’.
Demensia Bryant had just finished paying for his 24 pack of beers at the store a little ways from the bar, the entire place had been overly populated with mardi gras and just as he turned stumbling in a drunken fashion to the outside world all hell broke loose. The entire world looked like it had been set on fire in his eyes and with his emotions running high he quickly ran back inside crying tears of intoxicated fear.
Others had soon flooded the store and he was caught between a rock of a man and a freezer unit which was dangerously close to toppling over. He yelled out towards the hulk of a man and was quickly presented with a new problem as the man was just as drunk as he was and irritated by the sudden yell, turning with fists at the ready.
HeySeuss Lou managed to stagger up, smoking a bit, but not fundamentally harmed besides a few scrapes and bruises, and a scorched piece of clothing here or there -- he was wearing layers for the unseasonable cold in New Orleans; big dude, with a brownish-red-gold beard that looked like he worked in something somewhat physical. The layered clothing saved him from being actually burned in a bad way. "Holy shit, thanks," he gushed a bit in that funny accent of his - Canadian or something with the vowel treatment? -- before he realized, well, he was dripping wet and smelled a bit funny. Just then, out front, through the windows, another plume of flame went up.
"Hooly shit, looks bad out there, what the hell is that?"
Gowi “What the hell is wha—” Richard replied as he followed him to the sight of the window; and he couldn’t believe what he saw.
HeySeuss Again, the loud, inhuman shriek and the displaced air making that 'whoosh' sound down the street. Ominous shit.
Noxious Her immediate reaction to the guy in the alley was to raise a middle finger as world’s curled off her tongue in what could have been a sweet southern accent, but sounded rather rude when attached to “Fuck YOU buddy.”
It was obvious that the girl, when not disheveled and drunk, was used to men only cooing over her and telling her she could do no wrong. She went to reach into her purse to pull out her iphone and text one of her friends that she had lost earlier in the night. The guy in the alley was forgotten. As she reached into her purse a woosh from above startled her and had her looking up. All of this was to much distraction considering she could barely walk when entirely focused on the process. Her body twisted and careened downward towards the filth that had probably been collecting in the alley for decades. Now she was sitting next to the man in the alley. It looked like she might cry then. Her lip began to tremble and she took in a deep breath. “What the fuck man!?” Now she was looking at the guy in the alley next to her. Was she blaming him, did she want support? It was hard to read drunken sorority girl.
This all happened rather quickly, but not as quickly as their privacy in the alley was shattered by a human torch. Her previous "What the fuck man" started to go on repeat though the fear and utter confusion escalated the question into a whiny annoying demand. "WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK!?" Like a girly asshole she kicked out her foot towards the man in an attempt to get him away from them.
Gowi “What the hell have I missed?” Richard said with a concerned look as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Then again even if it was explained to him, it might not of helped any at all…
Zran Bob's drunken mind raced as the woman cursed at him then freaked out as the flaming guy dropped before them. "Lady, calm the fuck down!" he couldn't think of what to do this was so unlike anything he'd ever seen before. And the ungodly shrieks from above didn't help matters at all. he looked at the bar door beside him and slowly it came to him the bar was made of stone, no amount of heavenly fire would burn that down. He grabbed the lady by the arm and dragged her toward the door.
He tried to open it but of course they'd locked it after he'd had been kicked out. "Damn, don't suppose you got any hair pins?" he asked her.
Demensia The brutish man immediately threw a punch at Bryant practically crumpling him against the freezer. Bryant fell before slinking away with his bloodied nose and 24 pack, pushing past the panicked crowds of people and eventually making it to the back end of the store. He opened a side door and made his way into the alleyway, a few rushed steps and he caught sight of two people stuck just outside the back door of the bar and his home.
"The hell are you doing? Can't you see it's a fucking apocalypse." He yelled out stumbling past the man and fumbling with keys. Once he had collected himself and got the correct key; he began the fight to place the key into the hole still shaken from the fight and blood dripping from his nose. With a small click, the door was pushed open and he turned to the two others. "Get the hell inside the door to the bar is on the left" He shouted before climbing up the small set of stairs to his apartment, opening the door and shoving his beer inside. He immediately closed and locked the door and entered the bar to figure out what the hell was going on.
Gowi Richard turned to what appeared to be the sound of the opening of the rear entrance and a degree of shouting from a male voice. As he turned his attention to the rear of the bar although a bit cautiously so.
ZranBob pushed past the man and into the bar dragging the girl with him. He took stock of the room, the broken bottles and furniture of his previous time in this bar were evident everywhere. Two men stood in the bar one looking like some hot shot detective from the 1960s, the other was a little charred, which reminded him of the dead guy outside. "Got off lucky?" He asked gruffly. "Name's Bob, loooovely night."
Gowi Richard nodded, “Yeah, it’s a keeper.” He managed as he saw the sight of the group.