I WANNA RP GODDAMNIT!

A hooded and robed man walks into the dark bar, sits down and orders a beer. Hey buddy, this is my place, the large bald man said as he stepped behind him. The hooded man continued drinking his beer. Ya didnt hear me? asked the other man, irritated and as no response came he took out his gun and pointed it at the strangers head. The bald man suddenly shouted and fell onto the floor in pain as a knive appeared in his left knee cap. WHAT THE FUCK?! the rest of the gang ran to their comrade and started helping him out. You bastard are SO dead! The stranger turned around, wrapped into the robe, the shadow from his hood covering most of his face. He smirked.

a man with white hair entered the bar with a cig in his mouth, he stares at the scene and tilts his head, a bastard sword could obviously be seen on his back but unknown to the others in the bar he was carryin a pair of berettas wow, whats with all the comotion he said continueing to stare

The stranger moved like a smudge and soon all the gang members were laying on the ground unconscious. W-who the hell are you! the one with the knife in his knee shouted as he starred at the stranger sit back down and continue drinking his beer.

The Ex-Turk Zenos sips his sake in the back of the bar. "You're fast, and you're strong. But no grace. That was boring". He goes back to his drink, looking at the beaten and bloody men.

[I had a post fuck up >.> Edited]

finishes the beer and orders another how i hate people like those drinks some of the beer the bartender just placed in front of him

the stranger moves his head slightly towards the man next to him, seeming to scan him. Then smirks and turns back to his beer. You look like youre one to know about that kinda stuff yourself

so am i, so am i takes a big drink outta his glass

Yawns, and chugs the rest of his bottle of sake.

"I'm an Ex. Call me Sintai." He puts both of his hands in his pockets.

hmm
continues smiling
so why are you an ex? ShinRa are still looking for people to help with reconstruction, the turks get to clean up the street gangs because of the lack of soldier members...
not that i was needed here it seems,
his eyes glimmer as if a little aggitated and he glances back at the unconscious people, he takes a drink and considers them for a moment before smiling again
anyway im sure your always welcome back

throws his head back and starts to laugh well well, you make a good shinRa dont you, if you really must know im here to visit the grave of someone important to me. he said takein another big sip of his whiskey and pulling out a pack of cigs, he would hold it out to the shinRa want any?

lights his cig and takes a drag from it blowing out some smoke didnt even give me his name looks over at the man in the hood later days stranger he walks out leaveing some gil on the counter