Post by Marceline Abadeer on Aug 15, 2013 0:44:19 GMT
So it had started with a gig. Well, for Marceline it started for a gig. It turned out that there were only so many musicians in Tenebrae, especially those with any degree of skill at doing what they did, and Marceline happened to be numbered among them. Which meant that she managed to land regular gigs at pretty well whatever place she wanted. She'd picked the Basement in particular, having decided that the vibe was decidedly friendlier and more upbeat. Though it might have been fun to hang out in Crossbones, it was much more fun to pick on unsuspecting people at the Basement.
This last part was part of what happened. Though this time, it actually hadn't been Marceline that had started it. She'd just been sitting there, flirting harmlessly between sets, when some jerk came up and totally decided that now was a good time to pester the object of Marceline's totally harmless flirtations. Which meant that she'd kindly suggested that the guy find someplace else to go, which probably would have been fine had somebody totally unrelated to everything gotten too excited, chucked a bottle, and hit the guy Marceline had been arguing with. He went down, and everyone totally legitimately thought it was Marcy's fault. Next thing she knew, she was in the middle of one wicked bar brawl.
Knowing how these things went, Marceline had hopped over the bar. She technically worked there, so she could technically head where she wanted. This put her in a good, defensible position, and also gave her plenty of non-guitar things to hit people with. However, it was in remembering her guitar that Marceline had decided to head over to the stage again. She saw that someone had, thankfully, been guarding it. She offered a friendly smile and was totally just gonna take it and hop back when she felt a flare of hot lead in her side. Hissing, Marceline lashed out with a fist, connecting with some girl and knocking her flat. Marceline felt the red bubbling up within, and looked down to see what appeared to be a piece of bottle sticking out of her side.
"Oh boy, that definitely can't be good," muttered Marceline. She couldn't help but lick her own blood, wince, and then try to apply pressure. How much blood could a human lose? Was this something she should be worried about, or...?
This last part was part of what happened. Though this time, it actually hadn't been Marceline that had started it. She'd just been sitting there, flirting harmlessly between sets, when some jerk came up and totally decided that now was a good time to pester the object of Marceline's totally harmless flirtations. Which meant that she'd kindly suggested that the guy find someplace else to go, which probably would have been fine had somebody totally unrelated to everything gotten too excited, chucked a bottle, and hit the guy Marceline had been arguing with. He went down, and everyone totally legitimately thought it was Marcy's fault. Next thing she knew, she was in the middle of one wicked bar brawl.
Knowing how these things went, Marceline had hopped over the bar. She technically worked there, so she could technically head where she wanted. This put her in a good, defensible position, and also gave her plenty of non-guitar things to hit people with. However, it was in remembering her guitar that Marceline had decided to head over to the stage again. She saw that someone had, thankfully, been guarding it. She offered a friendly smile and was totally just gonna take it and hop back when she felt a flare of hot lead in her side. Hissing, Marceline lashed out with a fist, connecting with some girl and knocking her flat. Marceline felt the red bubbling up within, and looked down to see what appeared to be a piece of bottle sticking out of her side.
"Oh boy, that definitely can't be good," muttered Marceline. She couldn't help but lick her own blood, wince, and then try to apply pressure. How much blood could a human lose? Was this something she should be worried about, or...?