The Moosehead Tavern [1]

The Moosehead Tavern is a small pub located in the middle of nowhere, hard for some to find. Those who do wander in are warmly welcomed and encouraged to have a good time. A few rules...

1) Be a fictional character.

2) No god-modding.

3) No sex - romance is allowed but please do not going into detail.

And most of all HAVE FUN!

A mysterious boy, dressed in dusty jeans and a jacket, steps into the tavern. Cautiously, he walks up to the bar, keeping his distance from just about everyone. His whole body is tingling with fear and excitement. What if they followed me here? God, what have I done?
He orders the house special to shake off the suspicions that seemed to only be in his head. A clear bronze liquid is poured in a shot glass before him and he wonders if they even bother to check age. The bartender walks away, leaving him to the drink, and he grins a cocky smirk, thankful for that. He brings the glass to his lips, tasting something bittersweet and burning.
The door behind him opens and he turns, expecting it to be who he was waiting for. But it isn't.

Rayah- http://www.bleachedblonde.net/misc/misc8.jpg
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A girl with a tight top, ripped shorts, and bleach blonde hair walks in the tavern. She flashes a smile at the guy already there. Rayah is beutiful although shes a rebel, and has been chased for miles, she had to rest. She took out her gun. She sighed. "DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY BULLETS?!" she asked loudly. Hahaha.

A rather tall man, about 25 at the most entered the tavern. He had spiked black hair and a pair of copper/ green polarized scientist goggles his forehead. He was wearing black slack and a blue shirt under a lab coat that reached down to his shins. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

It was raining outside, but when he entered. The man was completely dry.

He notices that the only other people occupying the bar is a woman with a gun and a small boy is sitting at the bar, and is staring at him. He walks over to greet the boy.

"Hello young lad, it seems I've had the misfortune of forgetting the date, the time, and the place in which i am currently occupying. I guess you could say that happens often to a time traveler, but that isn't of the matter." the man said

The boy stared at him blankly.

"My name is J.A. Paradox..." he extended his hand.

"Yours?"

I looked over at the two guys talking. I laughed to myself. I played with my gun. A gunshot went off. "ohh sorry!!!" i strictly put the gun back in my boot.

"Jace." The boy extends his hand and shakes the man's. "Today's...Friday, I think."
He turns to the girl and swallows at the sight of the gun, remembrance of earlier happenings flashing across his mind.
"I don't have any." He says in a whisper.
He has to look away from the gun, the fear overcoming his excitement. He takes a swig of the drink in front of him, trying his best to not make a funny face as the liquid burns down the back of his throat. Looking at the man, he blinks back the wetness that came from the burn.
"Time travel, huh?"
A gunshot goes off and Jace jumps up, slightly trembling.

"sorry!" I smiled in humor. Haha. I was playing around. I smiled at Jace.

Paradox ruffles his hand through his hair,

"Yeah, fell into a time vortex. Spent a bloody long time in it, came out time traveling." he said in his natural British accent.

"I don't think i have any bullets, not a big fan of guns. Too loud" he said while turning and waving at the mysterious girl.

"Haha of coarse.." I said smiling. Taking a drink. "nice accent." I said smiling.

The girl apologizes and smiles at Jace, who is standing in the middle of the tavern still. He flashes a smile back, not knowing what else to do, and sits down, listening to Paradox explain.
"A time vortex?" Jace asks. "How'd you fall into one of those?"

I take another drink, I take out my phone because I got a text. "oh no!" i threw my phone through the glass out the window, then you heard a huge explosion. "guess i dont have a phone now." I grinned

Paradox chuckled,

"You know, i just told this nice gentleman in a night club a couple hours ago. Very nice gentleman, very large. so, well."

He took a breath.

I was working on a top secret project for the U.S. Military on time rift technology and the possibility of Wormholes. And these time rifts have extremely large gravitational pulls. So, as is to be imagined. I found myself pulled in. Wherein the Time Vortex, i went insane, then sane again multiple times."

Paradox tapped his head.

"I also have mapped out the entirety of space, time, and the universe in my head. Which i guess is the overall secret to time travel. Although my pocket watch does take me where i need to go most of the time..."

he paused, and turned back to the girl that had just thrown her cellular phone out the window.

"Thank you, lovely phone by the way. Haven't seen one like in a bloody LONG time."

Turning back to the boy. An interested look on his face.

"I think that covers it all..."

I laughed, people dont know how to have any fun around here. I tapped my fingers on the bar. "hmmm I wonder..." i took out my gun and shot in in the water glass. Lots of steam came out and the glass broke "nope." I said smiling.

I walk into the bar, stepping quickly. I am parched. Probably because I spent the last six months in the Sahara Desert. But it was worth getting out of Hell for. I swivel my long neck around, my ruby red eyes gleaming. The orange horn on my head hits the ceiling. I duck, and walk towards the counter.
"A large, tall glass of water." I say. "Lots of ice."

"I wish I could time travel," Jace mutters without realizing it.
He looks down at his glass and turns it around with his fingers, pretending to be focused as he hopes they hadn't heard him correctly.
He sees the new being take its seat and can't help but let his jaw drop.