Sewer King - DC SI

Chapter 03: Noonan's Bar

[Clock - 15:09 | 03:09 PM]
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The exit point for the big hole was a rather inconspicuous alleyway covered in black moss and little pieces of the wall to the right that had a rather big human sized hole on it. There were also several pieces of bone spread around, and most of them were rather... big. As Atlas panted- seriously, holding on for dear life to someone was harder than he thought it'd ever be, but considering the sheer speed at which Waylon had gone, it was a miracle in and of itself that he managed to hold on to him -as his eyes scanned the alleyway, he noticed the scratches on the walls that looked old, some had moss growing over them while others looked more recent because of the dust and pieces of recently fallen rock right beneath them. "Uhm, nice place you got here… This is your, uhm, place right? Like, where you sleep sometimes, and sometimes drop some bones that look weirdly like human bones- Is that a door?"

"[Waylon Jones (Deadpan, slightly Annoyed): Yes. This is the alleyway I take for committing cannibalism- well, I'm not really human, so it isn't cannibalism… This is the alleyway I take to eat those who annoy me, which you're doing right now… And yes, that is a door, a door to a very special little place.]" The more he spoke like this- like Atlas was an idiot (let's face it, he is) -the more annoyed and exasperated he looked. Still holding onto Waylon's scaly crocodilian back and hanging from his back like a monkey, Atlas had to focus a little to see the sign by the door that read the following words [Noonan's Bar Emergency Exit - Waylon is welcome to use it as an entrance, everyone else, fuck off.] written with sharp red colored paint. "[Waylon Jones (Neutral): This is the place… Noonan must have something to help ya with that cut.]" He didn't even hesitate to push the door open and duck to enter the bar through the backdoor. The first thing that hit them was the warm air. It felt weird because Atlas didn't know he even was cold to begin with, and now that he was entering a place with a warm atmosphere, he realized… he was starting to feel cold and didn't even notice it, how?

"[Sean Noonan (Surprised): Ah, Waylon-]" The first face that greeted them was of an older man. He had a rather circular face, a thin and dark mustache that curled inwards at the tips like one of those cliche villain mustaches, and he was smiling. One of his teeth was a golden tooth, and he also had a beast of a machine gun behind him on the wall next to the various bottles of beer. "[Sean Noonan (Surprised): -huh, didn't know you had friends, Waylon, even ones so young... Where did you find the little guy? He doesn't look a day older than Pat when he tried to drink his first beer.]" Chuckling to himself, the man's piercing eyes focused on him- Atlas felt like he was being read, and to be honest, not in a shady (drag queen) way, but in a 'are you a threat?' way and he doesn't know which is worse. The staring contest lasted for a few moments before Sean simply hummed and looked away from them, seemingly giving him his silent approval.

"[Waylon Jones (Amused): Heh well he is kinda small for his age, but he keeps telling me he's 19 years old... I found this guy at one of my tunnels, he had been thrown down there.]" As he spoke, Waylon took a few steps into the bar and took a left- they had actually gotten into this small room that looked to be a pantry of some sorts, there were barrels here alongside other crates of bottles of beer and even some guns too. Atlas' brain made a mental note that guns and beer doesn't go hand in hand. "[Waylon Jones (Serious, Amused): Also, you gotta any of your stuff? The kid cut himself down there. Claimed he's getting some sick and nasty flesh eating disease or something... Only seen one person actually get that.]" Atlas' eyes widened and he let out an "ough" sound as Waylon placed him down on a stool as he stayed behind the counter, looking up at the shelf behind him and reaching out to get a leather bag with a red line drawn on it. He placed it by the counter and began opening it, inside Atlas saw a few cloth band-aids and a small sized first aid kit that was also taken out of the bag.

"...I don't think this is very sanitary, but I am out of options and don't really care." Making his decision, Atlas nodded to himself as Waylon sighed a little.