the world in chaos

thud thud thud john holding his suit case had walked into the two storie torch lit gloomy pub table's and chairs scattered around the room. john walk's straight up to the bar everyone was staring at him a scar faced man in a blacksmith's suit stand's behind the bar "what would you like" john replies "a bottle of jack Daniel's and i am also here to speak to doc mac "the man's mouth turned into a grin "glad to see one of you arrived follow me" the man jump's over the bar and walk's towards a black steel door at the back of the pub open's the door. john walk's in to see six chairs around a wooden table the walls wore in a decaying state.john sit's on one of the chair's put's his feet on the table place's his suit case down then pull's out his knife and begin's to clean it.
(sorry kajite but you made the oc thing to late it will only be for this)

(wait what going on? am I missing something?)

(no i am starting the rp so um i would edit your post to be your introdution and i will edit this one)

(I'll edit this one later too)
(Do we all have to meet in the Tavern?)

Kegyr was leaning against the wall in the corner. His clothing hid him in the shadows but his skin was too pale, he could be easily seen if someone approached him.
He prefered the shadows, but he also liked to stand out at times. He felt like doing neither today.

(her?)
Ace leaned against the outside wall of the Tavern. He hated bars. They stunk of alcohol and came part and parcel with drunk, disorderly and violent old men. He personally found the whole practice repressive. He sighed and stepped inside. The resistance had invited him here to join their newest recruits.

Kegyr took note of the newcomer, he watched him, judging him by how he moved and how he reacted to the bar and it's patrons, who were drinking atb
the loss of the world.
He knew that the newbie obviously didn't like it here, but something kept him around, so Kegyr kept watching him, slightly interested.

(waiting for Knight to post.)

john was leaning on his chair waiting when he heard the newcomer walk in pulling out his revolver waiting for it to walk in.

Ace sighed and walked into the room behind the bar, his hand on his gun.