CHARACTERS: Jake English, Dirk Strider, Dave Strider, Dave Sprite, Raven Darkholme + anybody else who wants to play billiards or cards.
LOCATION: The bar.
WARNINGS: Striders are in this log.
SUMMARY: Jake goes cray with his mask and stuff and Striders do some things and there's Raven she's there's too and stuff occurs. /o/
NOTES: Backdated to November 15th. Starting off in prose, but follow as you please.


As much as he didn't particularly want to leave his room with his friends breathing down his back, Jake complied to the requests on the network and made his way to the bar as requested, in dire search of the billiard table they were talking about. Raven promised to be there, so that was something, and Jake really didn't know how to play billiards, but he knew he wanted to give it his best shot.. no pun intended.
He's in his jumpsuit, carrying his guns with him in their leg holsters that was strapped against his thighs. The mask of securely on his face and any temptation to take it off has completely vanished, even when he feels like he is being watched or other people are present. He's seen a few odd things, but not enough to make him want to completely remove it; it was all really exciting to him. All of the warnings the others were giving him sort of blurred in his memory, lost, as he felt a sense of change swell up in his being.

It almost felt like it was tighter on his face the more he wore it.

Eventually, the teen finds himself in the bar as he was supposed to be, possibly a few moments earlier than he scheduled. The brunette surveys the area, giving a few people there a few glances before making his way to the inviting pool table. There, he picks up the pool cue, observing it before looking at the table itself.

_{[[ sorry for the short, but here we go. /o/ tag as you please, no rush, just whenever we can do this. ]]}