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A bloke walks into...
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WAIT WAIT WHAT?
The bloke who swaggers through the door zipping up his flies (without washing his hands eewww) is about 20 years old, wiry-strong and fit. He has a nasty scar running down his face through his left eye, but other than that, his face is unlined and unweathered. He's wearing a blond-and-orange mohawk and lots of eye makeup. His clothes are vintage 1977 dumpster chic.
He has a cigarette hanging from his lip, and smells like stale beer, cigarette smoke and unwashed human -- with a whiff of frankincense and sulfur. And there's a look in his eyes that says he's seen things unimaginable and forbidden, and that he craves more.
He stops dead in his tracks, and looks around. His eyes widen and he spins around to the door. Which closes. And disappears.
He starts banging on the wall where the door used to be, punching it and kicking it with heavy steel-toed boots. "OI! OI YOU BLOODY C#NT! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" He even head-butts it once or twice before turning back and looking around the Bar.
Then he sees the Window. His eyes get even wider, and he whispers, "What the fuck...." He walks over to it as if in a trance. He puts one hand on the glass and just stares...
*recordskrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeech*
WAIT WAIT WHAT?
The bloke who swaggers through the door zipping up his flies (without washing his hands eewww) is about 20 years old, wiry-strong and fit. He has a nasty scar running down his face through his left eye, but other than that, his face is unlined and unweathered. He's wearing a blond-and-orange mohawk and lots of eye makeup. His clothes are vintage 1977 dumpster chic.
He has a cigarette hanging from his lip, and smells like stale beer, cigarette smoke and unwashed human -- with a whiff of frankincense and sulfur. And there's a look in his eyes that says he's seen things unimaginable and forbidden, and that he craves more.
He stops dead in his tracks, and looks around. His eyes widen and he spins around to the door. Which closes. And disappears.
He starts banging on the wall where the door used to be, punching it and kicking it with heavy steel-toed boots. "OI! OI YOU BLOODY C#NT! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" He even head-butts it once or twice before turning back and looking around the Bar.
Then he sees the Window. His eyes get even wider, and he whispers, "What the fuck...." He walks over to it as if in a trance. He puts one hand on the glass and just stares...