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Juggernaut
Posted: May 26 2010, 11:39 PM


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The bar in which Cain Marko sat, drinking bottle after bottle of Negra Modelo was nothing special. A couple of small tables, a bar with some dilapidated stools. The glasses were half clean, the patrons all too ashamed of themselves to talk too each other. They just picked a corner and sat alone, drinking away the days and nights together. Some were mutants, a vampire or two, some humans, a pretty mixed group all in all, seemingly coexisting peacefully. He sat next to his dog, petting it softly as it growled at passersby. He only patted it lovingly as he picked up a guitar next to him and started strumming out a few notes. It was the opening rift to Beat It by Michael Jackson. Even on acoustic, it didn't sound particularly bad. He wasn't playing for anyone in particular. Just himself. And if someone wanted to say something about it, they could come tell him to his face.


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Electro
Posted: May 31 2010, 01:32 PM


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Max Dillon, otherwise known as Electro, was one of the cantina's patrons. He'd been living in Mexico for a while now, since hanging up his costume and retiring with his share of various heists. Down here was a wealthy man, and the money went a lot further. He kept most of it invested, living off the interest. Those were the real crooks, investors and money managers. Take an honest crook's dough and keep skimming off the top. Max did some freelance, off the books "electrical work" every now and then, just to stay sharp. The Federales looked the other way, providing they got their cut. Max chalked it up to the price of doing business south of the border.

He looked out from his usual table, where he was drinking his usual Jack on the rocks. The crowd was eclectic, or as Max would have put it, a buncha freaks. Especially the vamps. He always made sure to carry a charge when he came in at night, he wasn't intending to be anybody's dinner. The big man that came in earlier, who Max had forgotten about, started playing "Beat It", which got his attention. He started getting the feeling he knew this guy.
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Arc
Posted: May 31 2010, 03:35 PM


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Eric Masters had found his way to the little hole in the wall bar as he tried avoid Seldon who had decided that it was his duty to bring Eric under arrest. Mexico was a haven for a criminal like himself as long as you had the money to stay hidden and that was a lot easier to come bythese days with the world going to hell. Eric had a bottle in front of him as he sat far away from the other occupants of the bar, you never knew who was a super these days.

Eric was lost in his own twisted thoughts when he was snapped out of it by a familiar tune being played by a rather large looking man with a guitar. The man and his dog seemed to be enjoying themselves and did not seem to care that the rest of the bar seemed to be watching them. Eric just sat and listen as he was glad to hear something american having been surrounded by the mexican culture for months now.
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Juggernaut
Posted: Jun 2 2010, 12:57 AM


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He finished up with his song, throwing his feet up on the table as he looked at his beer. The bottle was near empty. He looked around for anyone he knew. Most of them were small time crooks. they didn't even come up on his radar. He'd heard from one of the vamps that the little bald guy at the bar was running from the law, but no one really knew is name. There were a couple guys sitting solo at tables like him. Those were the guys you knew could handle themselves most of the time. Probably made impressions on the locals, but still none he recognized so nothing that really bothered him. The wolf hound at his feet perked it's ears up as it rested it's head on the arm rest, nudging his hand slightly as Cain pet the dog gently. "Good boy Brega." He'd named the dog after the plains of Brega. Back in the day (which Cain guessed was medieval times), Brega had been a kingdom of sorts to the north of Dublin or somethin' like that. Figured it was a good name for the dog.

"So who's buyin' rounds, cuz' I'm gettin' awfully thirsty over here." He added with a bit of a growl. He couldn't get drunk, but a cold beer did wonders to make him happy. "Let's go amigos. ain't got all day."


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Electro
Posted: Jun 3 2010, 10:12 PM


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"Holy crap, I know that voice." Max wasn't aware he'd spoken aloud at first. Not until every eye in the cantina was on him. "I, uh, yeah. Two rounds, on me." He said it again, steadier, in Spanish, for the bartender and the few Mexicans in the place, and got a light round of applause when the bartender started moving. He lifted his drink, in silent salute, and nodded at the Juggernaut. He had an internal debate, wondering whether he should go over there or not. They weren't buddies or nothing. He'd only met the other once, maybe twice. But he'd seen footage on TV, including the infamous "nothing can stop the Juggernaut" line uttered at the Avengers or X-men or somebody. "Ah, screw it," he said, almost but not quite inaudible. He stood up and went over to Jugs' table. "You, uh, mind I grab a seat?"
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Arc
Posted: Jun 8 2010, 08:09 PM


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When an over eager customer offered to buy the mexican with the dog a round of drinks Eric keyed in more to the man who he thought was just another tourist to the area. There must have been something special about the guy besides his size and Eric wanted to know what exactly it was so he kept his head down and his ears open as he tried to listen in to there conversations. Eric order himself another drink while he eavesdropped.
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