Living Life at the Rusty Wrench
((Just a freeform RP, PLEASE feel free to join in. Be respectful, realistic, and have fun!))
Damon smiles at the building. It wasn't anything special, and was already beginning to show the signs that it had been out in the weather of the desert, but it was his. A large sign on the roof proclaimed what it was. A huge metal wrench across the eve, with rust spots speckled across its survace. Neon lights lit up the letters engraved in it.
Damon walks inside and taps D.I.Y.A.'s arm once as he walks by and flips on the sign. Nanobots stream through the tubing and the 'open' sign blazes to life. The large slayerdroid standing next to the door gives a slight mechanical nod. "Its open to everyone now?" the slayerdroid speaks out to him.
"Yep, now to just wait and see if anyone comes." Damon responds as me makes his way behind the bar and smiles. Maybe this place would work out. Hell, a new bar, middle of nowhere, could be interesting at the very least. He hoped that the advertising he had shelled out for had gotten to people.
Outside the wind picks up a little as a storm builds up slowly. That should drive a few people inside, after all, where better to weather a storm than a bar, and the Rusty Wrench was in the perfect place to shelter.
So i walks into the Rusty Wrench right...
BUMP
I was on my way to this place called the Rusty Wrench cuz I found a flyer at my friends place, sounded like fun. Sure did take a while to get there though. You don't just stumble upon this place...(it's in the middle of nowhere so you have to be actually GOING there to find it). So I walks into the Rusty Wrench right.. and i witness something few on the planet get to see. An almost ancient earthy scene. I walk in to see what looks like a man playing with a dog. He had on a shirt with the letters D.I.Y.A. on it so I thought he might be with the law and didn't say hi. The dog, Fetching, sitting, speaking, he was even givin a paw! (or a metal nub if you realy look at it) But this dog was made of metal!? It was just as enthusiastic as the dogs we heard about in stories that our grandfather's grandfater's heard from their grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's. Then an electronic bark and, out of nowhere....a noise...