Propaganda [Team Recruiting Thread]

"What in the bowels of Christ are you talking about?" The man said amiably as he looked to the punk sitting at the bar next to him with a raised eyebrow, voice falsely pleasant as he looked to the man beside him with a raised eyebrow. He was a strange looking fucker, and he wasn't quite sure what to think of him; he almost looked like a joke. His lank black hair hung easily over a face that was thin and normal but studded with rings and piercings in a relatively bizarre pattern from his eyebrows to his lips, and his left cheek seemed to have a scar in it--or was it a cut?--stretching back from the corner of his lips to his jawbone, with another slice in it vertically, like a cross, both cuts held together with a pair of silver rings. From the center of the cross a cigarette protruded, and every once and a while the boy would punctuate his words with a puff of smoke as he looked to the man with a grin, smiling happily the whole time.
"I said," Yoji replied as he looked to the man, rather amused with their little game, "that you're too much of a pussy to haul back and start a fight in a place like this. You all are; you wait until you have an excuse, so I'm manning up and giving you one."
"I don't see you-" the man started before there was a flicker and Yoji's leg whirled from the counter with the weight of his body behind it, catching the man's neck in the crook of his ankle and bearing him to the ground with a nimble roll that ended up with Yoji's hands to the floor, one knee to the side and bent and the other leg extended and snapping around the man's throat, pinning him to the ground as he coughed and flailed and tried to press himself up under the grip like a lead bar. Yoji pushed off from the ground like a spring, bouncing to his feet as he looked to the men around him with a grin.
"Come on, come on! You've got your excuse! I started it!" he laughed to them, several of the men getting to their feet and starting towards him even as others made for the door. He grinned as he took a punch in the stomach, chest jerking foreword before he looked to the man with a lopsided grin.
"Bra-fucking-vo, friend." he said happily.
A moment later the glass at the front of the bar shattered, and a grown man went sailing out into the street.
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Yoji watched the woman enter the bar with a raised eyebrow and shook his head, amused. She'd pushed her way past the people running out, which meant she wasn't quite the same as everyone else here, and he could obviously see that she was some sort of spirit, but what that meant... God only knew. And frankly, he didn't much care. He was hoping he'd get a chance to prove his point, but apparently not to much as he looked to the bartender and grinned, the cross on his cheek splitting slightly as he removed the cigarette from it. "You can either run with 'em or burn with the bar." he said to the man dryly, watching the man blink as he walked over to the segment meant to be opened and kicked it loose casually, bringing his knee into the top of it and making his way behind the bar. The older man climbed over it and made his way out the door as well, causing Yoji to scoff before looking to the woman with a raised eyebrow. She was decent enough, he supposed; didn't light a fire in him, but hey, can't win the lottery every time. As he made his way behind the counter, he cocked his head to the side idly before beginning to look over the bottles, grabbing them from the rack and looking to them before tossing them over his shoulder here and there to break on the floor, or the benches, or whatever else happened to be in the place.
"Want something before it's gone?" he asked as he worked, apparently looking here and there to the bottles before pitching them. "I don't mix drinks, but I can read."
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"Nope. First time." A bottle of vodka hit the bar in front of her before he returned to shattering the bottles about the place, thoroughly coating the place in flammable substance of some sort or another, the alcohol fumes beginning to broil in the place easily as he looked to the bottle of another one before sighing. "I was hoping I'd find something worth while here--someone with some backbone, someone interesting, someone that might actually be something more then a deadbeat looking to make his pathetic life more pathetic with something to drink, but apparently not. What's the point in living if you're going to spend it doing nothing?" he said as he looked about the bar and cocked his head to the side, wondering idly if the cops would show up sometime soon. At least then he might have something to fight.
"On the whole," he said dryly, pulling a lighter from his pocket and whirling it around his fingers, looking to the burnt area around him as he took another breath from his cigarette, "I was hoping for something a bit more interesting, but hell." He said before he started making his way from the door. "Unless you like to roll around in ashes, might wanna vamos." he pointed out over his shoulder, almost sounding disapointed with the thing as a whole as he made his way for the door, ready to burn the place to the ground.
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He listened to her talk as he breathed in through the cigarette, taking a long look at the bar before blowing smoke through the cross-shaped hole in his cheek, amused as he flicked the lighter on with a snap before pitching it inside the building. He must have rigged it to stay lit, or something, but one way or another as it sailed through the broken window there was the sound of crackling fire and the scent of smoke beginning to fill the air as he looked to the woman, cocking his head to the side dryly after she finished her shpiel. He was a rather interested, though the whole thing struck him almost as a joke in some ways.
"Sounds like a plan." he said wryly, pulling the cigarette from his lips before he turned to look at her with a lopsided smile that stretched all the way back to his jaw on the left side, the cut in his cheeks bringing his smile wide. "But I got one thing to point out: I'm not in it for the money, and I'm not gonna make it about money. If people are running from whoever they're running from, then fine, we can have some fun out of sport, but I'm setting people free, not building a fucking bussiness." He breathed out another jet of smoke through the cross in his cheek before laughing.
"Hope you know what you're getting into, babe."
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With a quick shake of the woman's hand he sealed the deal easily, turning to watch the fire as he stepped back with an easy smile on his face, the cross cut into his cheek standing harsh against his face in the firelight as he grinned and took a drag of the cigarette sprouting from the center of the cross. Smoke curled straight up over his face as he looked to the others, wondering if they wanted in the deal or not. He found it rather amusing, considering that most people would be turned off by the idea of a group with no point, but apparently these people were actually considering it. "Sorry about the bar, man, but it was full of pussies; better off burning. Out in a blaze, and all that.
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"I'm sure you've all got some kinda goal or something with all this, but really? I just want people to wake up." he said dryly as he looked over them all with a shrug, amused as he watched them, wondering quite what was up with the one man other than the lycan. He seemed stable, which was rather bizarre considering most of the things going on lately and the large majority of people he'd met; the lycan seemed as though he knew someone the woman leading this all well enough, which was interesting; he wondered idly if he was any good in a fight. One of these days, maybe he'd find out.
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