[There's a heavy smell of whiskey wafting out of this paticular sitting room, which on first glance nobody seems to be occupying. Have another look and you'd quickly catch the form of Bak curled beneath a blanket occasionally sipping from a bottle of the stuff and grimacing, every so often fiddling with the handgun on the coffee table in front of ( Read more... )

[Even though he's back to his old self, Bak looks like he's about to spit acid. Flitting back and forth through hallway after hallway while seemingly looking for something, or someone given the circumstances. It looks like he's getting increasingly frustrated as time goes on]

...You think it'd be easier to find them... But no.

((ooc: He's pretty much ( Read more... )

[Bak + archery? Well it seems so. And it looks like he's putting on quite the show in one of the courtyards. He's doing pretty well despite the oddly bruised forearms, managing more than one bulls-eye on the targets strewn around the space. Though one at the top of a large pine tree seems to be avoiding his shots alltogether. Earning numerous ( Read more... )

[Bad things happen to bored Baks. If anyone's been keeping tabs on this one, he's been drinking margarita's in the strip club. While casually eyeing one of the poles, stripping's not quite his forte, but he's been slowly working up the courage to get up and actually try it. It can't be that hard, right?...]

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[WRONG. He can has head injury? Yes he ( Read more... )

[The Dressing Room's newest arrival had been lying there in the hall for quite some time, a cumpled form of tight leather and fishnet, bare midriff leaving bruised flesh on display. It's only after a twitch of limbs and pained groan that he seems to come to, slowly pulling himself into a sitting position, and examining his suddenly new surroundings ( Read more... )