The Crazy kat club(if gets mature il move it,open to all)

[Leo]

It was a quite night in the bar, as it was tuesdays blues night. on these nights the only people that come are those who love songs played from the soul and those who want to lose there souls and them selfs in depression, music and liquer. The celing in the bar was hidden by the smoke from the cigars, cigtrets that had been smoked throw the night.
The lights were dim and the mood in the bar was perfect.
The bar it self was very high class, nothing had been cheaped on, a black merble bar with a water falling down more black merble behind the bar and to the sides of that was all the bottles of sprits. then there was the black leather seats around fine mordern wood tables, then there was the cubicals around the walls and the doors that lead off to the privet rooms that had balcones that looked down over the stage and the rest of the bar.
there was only a paw full of anthros there.
This was the bar and one of the places were the Sakima gang come to talk, think and plan.

The stage was well hidden so it wouldnt stand out, it also had a small catwalk were the singer would normal walk down but at the moment the stage and the catwalk was empty apart from one person, a black panther in white long selved shirt, black pants and a hat was play a silver saxaphone to the bar, the cats eyes were closed completly lost in the music he was playing, and you could tell it was from his very soul. the notes were long and elegant but with out fulter, the song told of a sad storie a long durny of a worriar that was making his last trip to the old battle grounds.
Those that were there to lisen to the music were silent in awe sipping there drinks some with there eyes closed so they could also lose them selfs in the sounds. those who were there cos they wanted to feel depressed and be alone were hidding away in corners wipping the tears away. maybe they had lost loved ones in a gun fight, maybe there luck was out and some one would be comeing for the pelt soon, who knew and to be sadly honest no one realy cared.

The Black panther opened his eyes and looked around the bar as he played, he was looking for a female he could take home that night, but none were there and to be honest his hopes wernt to high, it was blues night to slow and depressing for them, the rest of the band were having a brake and a drink at the moment and Jag was keeping the crowed happy or sad what ever the case may be at that time.
He closed his eyes and was coming to the end of his song and it was were he opened up and really went for it. "oh well at lest il have the ride home to look fallowed to", he thought before he let lose on his saxaphone.

[Leo]

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[SilverWolf92]

spot saver i'll put a response to this as best as i can when i ahve the time C: )

[SilverWolf92]

The night had been young, filled with life in the apartment suite where two cats played their tango. A gorgeous pink damsel and a scrumptious male lay side by side, dominating over each other from time to time, purrs filling the room. They had both finished their missions and felt the need to be on break. As usual of course, there was the natural extravaganza. The blaring of loud music vibrated through the apartment while pale smoke lifted to create silhouettes of gray mist. Booze and liquor was a must have for these two junky addicts. It was like heaven and hell combined the mixed feelings of the two of them together. Of course, afterwards, the wonderful feeling of sexual aromas emitted from the apartment before things went still. For this particular night, it was unusual for the two to ever be in true silence. From time to time small conversations would roam freely, asking about each other’s days, and how their own missions went. She was a dame who could only be summarized in one word. Pink. Her braids lay across her face before the male beside her brushed them aside, smiling and cupping her cheek. He exchanged coveting words with her, and she could have seen herself dancing across his lit eyes. Half under the influence, she bent forward to nibble on his ear, his chin, her hand softly rubbing against his soft chest before nuzzling. At that point, Pink had wanted more; Anything to still the silence. The two ruffled beneath the sheets, when a sudden knock at the door came to their ears. It was unusual for anyone to knock at this hour… Actually, it was very bizarre that their door had been knocked upon. Both scrambling to their feet, they grabbed their guns from underneath their hidden spot before against the wall on either side of the door, eyes peering and ears perked. There seemed to have been no movement outside… but if that were the case, where were the ones that knocked..? Did someone know this was their hideout? For a while, both Pink and her lover had stared out the door; left to right, up to below, side to side. Something about this was very suspicious indeed.

Keeping their guns to the side, both Pink and her lover returned to their bed, ears alert. Something was slithering… something sickening and twisted. Then, suddenly, a noise came from the air vent. It was so quiet, but at the same time it was hard to miss. The moment the cats realized what it had been, they immediately grabbed their holsters and their weapons before rushing out of the room. There was a loud sizzling noise coming from the air vent above the room, before a massive explosion settled. Fuck, how could they not see it! The infiltrators… what vagabonds. Never in Pink’s life had she imagined to be out smarted. They hadn’t made it down at least two flights as stairs before the loud roaring from above sent the apartment building crumbling, and bursting into flames. The explosion was devastating. The entire building collapsed, and everything afterwards, turned to darkness…

Sirens of trucks could be heard, blaring down the streets of Akhtari City. Flames were being simmered down by the large hoses of powerful water. Everything seemed muffled. Underneath the debris lay a figure, covered in cobwebs and ash covered rubble. A small, moaning groan had come from underneath the heavy objects that attracted the firemen’s attention. “We got a survivor over here!” one of them called, while another came over to help aid the rescuer. As the remains of broken rubble and decay came off of her, so did the cobwebs as the spiders crawled back to where the crevices were. Drowsy, for a moment, as Pink rose, her body collapsed beneath her and she was lifted by the firemen. “Damn… I think she’s going unconscious.” One of them said. Her eyes flickered open before she pulled herself away from this man. “Get your filthy paws off of me!” she screamed, snarling with claws extended. For a moment, a splitting head rush came to her, and she desperately looked around. Someone, someone was with her. Wasn’t someone with her just a while ago? She put a hand to her head and noticed a bit of blood running down. What was going on…? How did she end up here. She remembered so little, she was working for someone. For people, lots of people, music blared, and then fire. She let her arms wrap around each other, crouching down low as she tried to remember. The more she had tried, the more she came to realize she couldn’t remember.

“Miss, it will be all right.” One of the cats tried to say, but Pink didn’t want to hear it. She looked all around her. If it was something she knew, it was that she was a pretty good killer. She looked underneath her tanktop, but found nothing. Had she been disarmed…? What had truly happened here? A shadow popped into her head, with kind caring eyes, but also eyes of a born killer. Who was this shadow she saw? “Come on,” the fireman said putting a hand on her shoulder. “We need to take you to the hospital.” One of them answered.

Pink had been in refusal, but later had to be taken to the hospital by force. Her burn wounds were severe, and needed treatment. It took at least ten doctors and five nurses to finally have her cooperate. Afterwards, when Pink’s burns were treated, she was told that the healing process would take time. However, for Pink, this was not the case. Something had still burned her, and it wasn’t the physical wounds. It was the loss of memory. And that is what burned her, over, and over…

Tuesday night had been one of those nights were a gal wanted to kick back easy and let things swing for the night; Easily being swept off her feet on a luxurious dance floor, silhouetted with tinted flairs of beautiful curtains and drapes. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the purring come from the man who slept next to her. Rather, too close. One arm was still wrapped around her body while the other below underneath the sheets. Rolling her eyes she was able to freely release herself from his hold before lightly making her way to the bathroom. Grumbling, she let her hands roam over her face before fixing up her hair. She let it up into a messy bun before showering. Afterwards, with a watery hand dripping as she had changed into convenient clothing, she walked over to where her bed time lover awaited her. Smiling, she pulled out a gun and cocked her head to the side once, before pulling the trigger. A simple S4M silence gun was a must have for this dame. She was always let off the hook easy, and sources were always roaming. For a while now, after the incident, Pink had been known as an agent for a gang, an agent for a mafia, for one of the top elite gangs in the city. There was also the fact that she had gone solo. She’d worked for plenty of people, snipers, assassins, businesses. Tonight, it would be her free night.

For a while, Pink had been going from one gang to another, trying to find jobs, save up cash, and buy the big guns that she needed. For now, she had been quite content with her collection of S4M’s and sniper rifles. She wasn’t too huge on bayonets, but they were essential for close range combat if she didn’t have the time to waste bullets on unarmed targets. She casually walked down the street of Akhatri city, hands in her coat pocket filled with the loot stolen from the last man she had been able to win over. A local bar that Pink knew about had wafts of liquor and booze coming to her nostrils. Great, she was getting close, and by the sounds of it, today was one of those smooth sailing nights where a girl could kick back, relax, and have a beer and a smoke or three.

Entering the bar, she tipped her invisible hat to a few big guys that seemed to look her way, her tail flickering seductively behind her as she took off her coat and hung it on the rack, revealing her dress for the night. It was elegant, and the color red to show that she was indeed on the prowl. She sat herself down at the bar, an elbow already leaning in too far downward for all to see her “possessions”. “Give me a good sized glass of martini will you? And no olives.” She said. Might as well start light and move on from there. “Oh, and a pack of smokes if you so please.” She added then. Hell, she had the money. Might as well spend it all on herself, She thought. As she waited for her pack and drink, a soothing sound filled the air. She turned to the stage to see a lone panther with a rather classy outfit played. He had a good attire, and looked like one of those good looking studs you found through rhythm and blues. “Well Well..” she murmured to herself. “What a good looking stud.” She grinned to herself. Perhaps her next victim? Then again, Pink had to remember that for the most part, her seductive job was mostly for those she had been assigned to kill. Although, whoever said she couldn’t have her own fun for a night? As she watched this panther play his peaceful tune, she took her wine glass and idly stirred with the toothpick given with an olive. Well, so much for being a smart bar tender. But at this moment, Pink could hardly care. This tune was so nostalgic, it brought her back to the old days where she felt so relaxed at points … and with… with that man. For a moment, Pink almost missed her drink as a small flash of a past memory, even if it was for a moment, entered her mind. Damnit, why was she tormented by the memories? She put her glass down before taking out one of her cigarettes and letting out the gray mist like everyone else in this bar. Whoever this guy was, he sure was one hell of a musician, and that’s just what Pink was liking.

[Leo]

Jag Song diffret past the people in the bar, with a soft, gental tune. he was coming to the end of his song and as his last note rose out of his sax he breathed in deeply enjoying the glow he always got after playing that song, he didnt play it to often and it felt good to play it. A quite respecterbal applorse sounded from the bar. It was was fitting of the mood mostly soft clapping. He opened his eyes and took a bow.

The other members of the band had just started to rejoin him on the stage, as he came up from his bow. and as he did so a bright and rather out of place colour cort his eye. Pink.

A female cat had joined the crowed wile he had been playing, and she was a stunner, brillent pink fur, great looking hair that fell over her eyes. His cool eyes didnt give his intrest away other then he was looking at her. He looked around to his members of his band a ider forming in his mind.
Maybe he would be taking a sweet thing home tonight.

He muttered to the other members of the band about the next song, they all looked in turn to the pink cat and smiled.
Jag turned back to face the crowed.
"a rather diffrent song as it is now wedsday, but dont worry we will go back to awere normal music after this", Jag said in a cool, clear but strong voice.
He turned and nodded in tune to what ever song he was about to play and a pinao started first quickly followed by the drums.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OPc7MRm4Y8

As he played his song to the aduce some of which looked around to look at the new person in the baw and saw it was the pink panther, smiled laughed or chuckled and went back to look at Jag who was now walking down the cat walk, at the end was a empty table. he got to the end and stod there pipping the tune his cool brillent blue eyes rearly leaving pinks, they gave nothing away, but kept a mistrose lust in them.

As his song came to a end he looked to the bar tender, then back at pink as soon as he finished he smothly hoped of the cat walk and sat in the chain, finished the song in the chair.

He was a lady killer, in many ways. but he flet that his cat was as much as a perator as himself.

[SilverWolf92]

As the song had finished and the band had taken their bows, Pink clapped rather lightly before going back to her glass, taking a sip, and releasing some more of the gray smoke that aroused her senses. The moment she too had looked up, her eyes had caught onto his. Interesting. It seemed this bad boy took interest in her. Who didn't, was the question? She gave the musician a rather, lustfilled look, before giving one of those 'show me what you're made of' motions. A simple blink of her eyes and a swish of her tail could have made anyone look her way and want to be taken. The male had commented a different tune would be made now. Perhaps it was because of her presence? This bad boy knew how to flatter a woman. As the music played, the tune was noticable. The Pink Panther. What an interesting selection. Pink let out a purring chuckle. My my, he really knew how to give a chick a good feeling. But if he thought flatter was all that could win over Pink, he was in for a bumpy ride.

She watched as he almost never lost eye contact with her. His bright blue eyes staring at her with such intensity that it made her own golden ones shine. He walked down the cat walk b efore finishing him song on the chair. This was a good start was it not? As the audience and herself clapped for the song, Pink finished her drink, set down the cash for a tip and decided to head over closer to where the musician was.

"You flatter me Monsieur." she said politely, and bowed her best with such grace before she put the cigarette to her. "What a lovely musician you are." she complimented. Her eyes sparkled, they had an intensity that flared. A message that sent 'why don't you have a drink with me after the show' before she sat down at another empty table, but more toward the back near the bartender's booth. She sat there, elbows on the table with her hands underneath her chin. Her eyes again never left his, and waited silently. A waiter who had come to her table left before coming back with a bottle of champagne, as well as two glasses.

Progress. Pink had thought in her mind. This was progress. Perhaps tonight she really would get a late night bonus...

[Leo]

"You flatter me Monsieur." .
He smiled, his eyes bright, but they never lost there preditor eage to them, that killer intensity.
"It is not ever day you find your self in the company of a fine lady, and the catilist to your favret tune", he said in a cool, strong voice.
"What a lovely musician you are."
"thank you its my second passion", he said in the same voice as his eyes looked into hers.
he smiled at her wile he was figering her out, she was not a easy chasie he could tell, as she hadnt taken his invertaion to site with him insted the look was, you come to me. he didnt mind that he like a good chaise it was part of his inscnts after all.

He watched as she walked to another table and sat down, and to empty glasses were put onto her table. that stamped out any dout he might of had. he picked up his sax jumped back on stage, and started a slow blues song with the rest of the band. he walked back to his place, wile a lioness walked to the end of the cat walk singing of sorrow and lost in a strong but sweet voice. he kept looking at the panther, she seemed to almost glow with her bright coloar in such a dark place. He wanted her tonight and he would make sure he had her. He never let his felling show to much on his face, he would need to keep his rank in the pecking order other wise she would end up leaving, and pluss being submisve wasnt in his nacher. and he didnt like to lose.

it was clear he wasnt getting a job to night so he was free to play all he wanted. he could now enjoy his second farvet thing in life after killing, it was the warmth of a female.

After the last song was played and the main bulk of the crowed had left he hoped off the stage and walked to the table and sat down oppisit the pink panther.
"I hope you enjoyed the entertament this evaning", he said smoothly.

"The name is Jag and what can i call you", he said his eyes showing a playful glint to them, but still never losing that eage.

[SilverWolf92]

Well well, he was certainly the cat who could pull a good, flattering appeal. She liked that in a guy. Someone who gave a girl what she wanted, but also realized who was in control. Of course, this was only Pinks assumption. Perhaps she was seriously understimating this fine black beast . She felt it was an obligation though to let a guy have it. As she had waited at the table near the back, her elbows on the table with her hands folded underneath her chin, she watched as he made eye contact with her once more before coming back to the stage. Her tail curled behind her. He wanted her to sit up front? As much as she loved being the star and the crowd pleaser, this time she would be the one that would be pleased. She already noticed a few men around the bar, possibly half drunk already, stared at her, her curves and all. She winked at them, but she truly paid them no heed. It was Jag that she had an eye on. He was very powerful, perhaps more in musical soul, but there was something about him, perhaps it was the intensity she saw in his eyes. Inside that body, there was a killer... somewhere. Of course, it truly didn't concern her. What with being a great junkie assassin. She could come and go as she pleased. Watching Jag play another song, Pink wondered to herself. Was this going to be one of those men she would take care of? After all, if her hunches were right and he was an assassin, he was an enemy. She would have to exterminate him. Heck, her own organization sent out the requests. She just dealt the order. Realizing she was just thinking of random things, when the song had ended and Jag came over. Her interest was focused now on Jag, her eyes fluttering a moment as he sat down. When he had, her eyes went to the waiter to pour the drink for them both before she listened to what he had to say.

Smiling, Pink said, "I'm truly not a huge fan of music, but the way you played was stunning. I've never heard a better musician such as yourself." she complimented. "You must be one of those people that have played all their life and accomplished so much due to talent." she grinned as her tail flickered behind her. If he thought he was great at flattery, Pink was indeed better. At least, for her, she was. Grinning, she crossed her legs before taking the filled cup now, a sip before answering his second question. "You may address me as Pink." she answered with a wave of her hand. "Jag?" she tilted her head before she gave a wide smile. "What a marvelous name." she paused before looking up to the stage. "You know... although I am not fond of music, I do love a good dance number." she mentioned. "What days do they have here where a girl can let loose?" she asked, giving a rather sexy motif to go with her charming smile and her beautiful eyes. For Pink, she had this boy in the palm of her finger tips.

[Leo]

"I'm truly not a huge fan of music, but the way you played was stunning. I've never heard a better musician such as yourself."

that made him smile, his confdent but eagy smile. he took a swig of his drink before setting down.
"then you havent heard the right music", he said with a sly smile. He reached in to his pocket and pulled out a packet of smokes, pulled out a silver zippo lighter lit his smoke and took a drag.
before letting it out into the air.
"but thank you for the complement, always a good way to end a evaning, a complement by a fine female", he smiled resting his arm on the back of his chair.

"You must be one of those people that have played all their life and accomplished so much due to talent."

"I have played most of my life, but i wouldnt say i have accomplished much in the way of music", he said srugging slightly.

"The creachers that make money out of the music arnt in my eyes musicions, they do it to get by as for us", he gestered towrods the band.
"Do it for the soul, for the feeling it gives you, when your complmented", he said nodding his thanks again.
"or from the aplus you get, or just away to play your emoissions, as for you not finding a tast you like, there is a sound for ever soul and spirit, you just have to find the key your tuned to", his eyes were blasing wile he exsplaned his passion to the pink panther. Not many girls would bring up his music, and it was nice to find a female who was slightly intrested. so he took the gamble and exsplaned his love for it a bit.

"Pink i like it, well pink if you want to come down to here the jump and jive and really ropck and roll saterdays, fridays are the best nights, they make you feel alive, if all eals fales". He put out his smoke that he had finished.
He had a real hunter on his paws here, it made him smile a little more. he loved it when to hunters played with one another, it made for some really fire and soul.

"So pink, you live in the city of sin, what do you do", he said caserly.

[SilverWolf92]

Every move that he made seemed to be different to most she had met. He had what seemed to be a laid back attitude, a true play boy. Her eyes had only glanced once at the pack of smokes he'd taken out before savoring the scent of breath he let out into the air. His stature reminded her of someone who was an easy going man.

"I have played most of my life, but I wouldn't say I have accomplished much in the way of music."

She rose a brow. Interesting. She could have sworn he would have just taken in his compliment like it was a free bottle of wine, but instead he seemed to criticize himself. He had fine back ups for the reason too. Those who made money for music were those who needed food on the table, money to last them their days of sorrow and homelessness. Maybe even failure. As for himself and his crew, it was for the people. The passion. The feeling and the soul of what others felt as their music played. It was heart and soul that mattered, not the physical green papers and checks received at the end of the day.

Smiling she shook her head. "I'm sure that you've accomplished more than you have believed. Doubt yourself too much, I guess." she simply shrugged, taking another sip of her glass before placing it down. "As you said, you play your music for the heart of the people who listen, who give their emotion to you. If that's not accomplishing much in music, I don't know what is."

Weekends. Hm... she'd have to make time for that, considering most of her 'dates' revolved around those times. "I'll remember that, thank you." she grinned, holding up her glass to him before swivelling it back down, taking it all in before taking the last breath in of her cigarette, letting it all go afterward. "Perhaps Saturday night." she paused. "As for partying, might I ask if there is...." she grinned. "Karaoke by chance?" As much of a party girl Pink was, to let loose her own little talents she possessed, especially in a club. State her marks, if you will.

When he asked her what she did, she took in a deep breath before taking out another cigarette, lighting it and letting the smoke release around her. "I'm just a simple woman looking to have some fun at the end of a hard working day is all." she smiled lightly.

lol idk if she's suppose to tell him she's an assassin for hire xD)