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Post by Adam Strongwill on Feb 10, 2010 17:39:05 GMT 10
At the first light of dawn, Adam has found his way to a small village and is exploring the streets, when he sees a sign, cracked and peeling, The Devils Drink. He pushes open the door and scans for any danger. he sees a few patrons seated at the bar and a disgruntled looking bar keep. Sensing no immediate threat, he makes his way to an inconspicuous table in the far corner. The inn keeper steps from behind the bar and approaches him. "Can i get you anything, sir" Adam sizes the man up for a moment, before replying. "A guide, if you will" The inn keeper grunts and turns around. Adam rocks back on his chair and leans his head against the wall, awaiting a guide.
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Elias Lorimer
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Owner of 'The Devil's Drink' Race: Human
"Bar Wench"
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Post by Elias Lorimer on Feb 12, 2010 19:24:02 GMT 10
Elias ran a hand through his hair. The day was early, and last nights hangover clung to him with a furious passion. He could feel the blood pulsing in his skull, and his tongue was dry and bitter. Pushing the kid on the night shift out the door, he turned to the bar, frowning grumpily at the only patron. He wanted this to be a quiet morning, so he could recover in peace.
"What do you want?" His voice was rough and full of exhaustion. He was too tired to put up with anyone this morning.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Feb 12, 2010 19:36:43 GMT 10
Adam raised his eyebrows and his eyes turned cold. He was used to people in small town being rude and sometimes outright hostile to strangers though, so he let this one pass. He could smell this mans foul breath over the reak of stale beer and vomit that accompanied the rest of the bar, and could tell this man wanted him gone as soon as possible. Adam stood up, and pulled back his cowl, revealing his face. He walked silently accross the room and made a point of getting very close to the man. And in a very deep, stern tone that penetrated the clouds of groginess that hung in the barkeeps mind.
"I want to be taken to a forest mage, i trust your not to drunk to understand that or must i put it in even smaller words" The way Adam stood told the bar keep that was NOT a question.
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Elias Lorimer
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Owner of 'The Devil's Drink' Race: Human
"Bar Wench"
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Post by Elias Lorimer on Mar 9, 2011 21:51:01 GMT 10
Elias growled, a rumble deep in the back of his throat. His muscles tensed as his hands dug into the splintering wood of the bar. "Listen here, tourist" He leaned closer to the man, setting his face blank, "This is not an information center. This a pub. My pub. This isn't your average town, so i'd suggest you move along before you get yourself into something you can't handle."
His anger was held in check by his throbbing head, which cried protest at the words coming out of his own mouth. Elias pulled back and eyed the stranger. "Now either you sit down and order a drink, or you get out."
His words had a finalty that rejected further argument on his part, unless it was forced from him.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Mar 9, 2011 22:46:24 GMT 10
The bartender was in a foul mood, which was to be expected given his occupation and the time of day, but even so, Adam was amused, in less than a heartbeat he could have slid his knife across this mans throat. But Adam was taught better than that, taught not to take life unless he absolutely had to. The mans breath was overpowering, and it was clear he would get nothing from this drunkard. With a derisive sniff, Adam silently flowed around the man and out the door, the bell on top not chiming with his exit. Adam had been stuck in that bar for to long, he desired the woods. He set off, never looking back, and headed towards the Forrest.
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 12, 2011 19:58:44 GMT 10
Even though C.C wasn't on the early shift, she, for some reason was working. Her usual dark red corset dress on, and bright smile. Although, it shifted from bright to dim, as she overheard Elias and the foreigner. The smell of leaves and earth drifting from the stranger as he went. Possibly to the forest, and if that was so, C.C knew their paths would meet eventually.
"Problem?" C.C politely asked Elias, as she placed a few glasses into the sink. Hazel-gold eyes finding his form, unsure if she should try anything while working. He was her boss in these hours. But something was developing, C.C was sure of that.
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Elias Lorimer
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Owner of 'The Devil's Drink' Race: Human
"Bar Wench"
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Post by Elias Lorimer on Mar 12, 2011 21:18:41 GMT 10
Elias grunted, a rumble deep in his throat. "Tourists. Damn kids think they own the place." He sighed and rubbed his forehead, as if the gesture would ease the throbbing in his head. It seemed worse than usual. His vision blurred slightly as he tried to blink the pain away.
"I need a drink...or something..." he groaned turning to face her. "Just something." It was unlike Elias to admit his pain so readily. Perhaps because he was never close to anyone, but perhaps because there was some comfort in C.C's company.
"You know, you don't have to be here" He said in a breath. "The morning shift is quiet. I can handle it on my own".
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 13, 2011 22:45:47 GMT 10
C.C giggled. "We were all once 'tourists' no?" She pointed out. Tilting her head toward him, as he rubbed his head. Wondering briefly if it was more than just a hangover that was bothering him.
Shaking her head at him, C.C picked up a cloth to clean the bench. "What you need shouldn't involve alcohol. You had too much of that last night. I think you need water." C.C muttered while wiping the mess some customer made. Knowing the very concept of water, would make Elias cringe in disgust.
"I know." C.C said, in a singsong way. "But I like being here, when you are." She replied simply. Grinning as she fixed up the purple flowers she had brought in.
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Elias Lorimer
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Owner of 'The Devil's Drink' Race: Human
"Bar Wench"
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Post by Elias Lorimer on Mar 15, 2011 14:45:08 GMT 10
"Not all of us" Elias said gruffly, looking at C.C with a raised brow. "Were you once of them? A tourist?" He emphasised the word.
Water? What even was water? Elias chuckled, a low rumble. His face turned blank all at once with the realisation of the noise. Never had he let the sound escape his lips in the presence of another. He'd had little reason to in the past years. He turned from C.C quickly, changing the subject. He hoped she hadn't noticed but he knew not why.
"What's with the flowers?" He'd resumed his gruff tone, hiding any weakness he'd shown. Elias picked up the cloth C.C had discarded and began absent-mindedly wiping the bar, even though it was already as clean as it could get.
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 15, 2011 15:23:26 GMT 10
"Oh yeah. Long ago. Twice. The first time I don't remember. But I remember the second time." C.C answered. Amused by her own answer, having fixed up the purple flowers, being careful not to spill them. Even if it would make the environment look much better.
Turning to face him, C.C raised an eyebrow. Having heard Elia's chuckle like it was the first day of spring, finding the sun had indeed come out to greet her. She, liked it. More so then she thought she would, as she had gotten use to his gruff ways, and rather cold demeanor.
"What's with the flowers?" Blinking, C.C turned to the side. Keeping one eye on him, as if asking herself if that just happened. Then calmly signed. "They make the bar happy." She replied, poking him as she passed by.
"I already did that."
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Elias Lorimer
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Owner of 'The Devil's Drink' Race: Human
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Post by Elias Lorimer on Mar 15, 2011 16:24:58 GMT 10
"Hmn" He'd forgotten her past. Or rather put it to the pack of his mind. He did not think he could forget anything about her, not really. "I never was, I can assure you."
Elias grimaced. "I don't think anything can really make this barhappy." He looked around the bar, it's dirty, grungy furnishings and patrons. Barely any light filtered through the orange-brown tinted windows. It was dark, and dingy. Just the way he liked it.
"Happy doesn't really fit, don't you think?" He discarded the cloth with a grumble. There went his distraction.
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 15, 2011 16:51:01 GMT 10
"Hmmm?" C.C mumbled, as if copying his noises, that he rather liked to make. "I like that. It's as if you never were anywhere but here. Strange." She chose this moment to serve a customer, the man's eyes finding their way all over her form. Frowning, C.C smiled presently.
"At least if it's dark, the pigs don't really get a good view," C.C agreed. "But I do think it'll attract nicer company." She finished. Swiftly moving behind Elia. In order to make it look as if she was busy.
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Elias Lorimer
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Owner of 'The Devil's Drink' Race: Human
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Post by Elias Lorimer on Mar 15, 2011 17:24:56 GMT 10
Elias, too, felt as if had always breathed that dark air. Inhaled the scent of smoke, booze, vomit, blood and piss. It was no longer disgusting, but closer to homely. It was easy to distance himself from his past in the haze of this place and the haze of his mind.
"C.C, pigs are all that come here. This place does not welcome nicer company, and nicer company is never drawn. A few flowers wouldn't change that."
He watched her try to busy herself with nothing at all. He was sure that if he left her long enough she would try to dust all the bottles on the shelves. But he wouldn't allow that. He liked his dust. "Come here C.C" It wasn't so much an order as a question, but a question that denied negative answer. He sat on a stool behind the bar, and motioned for C.C to do the same.
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 15, 2011 18:50:21 GMT 10
C.C stuck her tongue out at Elias, while he wasn't facing her. Like a child she never had been, she wasn't going to let a few words take down her resolve.
"A few flowers, maybe not. But over time, people will start to see, and appreciate the colour they bring." She didn't think he would understand the reason why she would even put in the effort. C.C just wanted to feel like apart of nature was here with her, in this dingy bar. She needed that at least, to remind her of why she needed to remain so bubbly.
Stilling at his words, C.C silently gave up on whatever she was aiming to do and joined him. She did so, slowly. Tentative of what he could want. He had, after all, never used such a tone with her before. Could she possibly be getting in trouble?
With that thought, she sat. Fighting a smile.
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Elias Lorimer
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Owner of 'The Devil's Drink' Race: Human
"Bar Wench"
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Post by Elias Lorimer on Mar 15, 2011 20:06:19 GMT 10
Elias shook his head. He did not understand how she thought a bunch of flowers would change anything at all. But he would let her be. It would be useless to try convice otherwise of what she thought, and he didn't mind their prescence. He could put up with it for now.
"Don't look at me like that" Elias grumbled as C.C sat down. "I just wanted to stop you from exhausting yourself while pretending to work. I know there is nothing to do here." He procured a bottle from beneath the counter along with two glasses. He poured the liquid into each with careful consideration before looking at C.C again.
"I wanted to let you know, I am planning a visit to the cage in three nights time. I know it interests you." Elias finished the sentence bluntly. It was no more than a friendly offer, as Elias could offer nothing else.
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 15, 2011 21:59:09 GMT 10
Giving Elias a look, C.C wondered if he knew that vampire's hardly got tired. For he sure made it sound as if she could. But she wouldn't correct him. He was allowed to think as he did, and C.C wasn't about to point out that he had his logic wrong. No, she didn't want his already decaying mood to do so more. She quite liked her job, thank you very much.
Staring at the glasses, C.C took one after he poured. Knowing already, that if this required a drink, then she would be there for at least the remainder of her shift. She was grateful though, drinking seemed to calm Elias down somewhat. It made him more talkative. Well, to her, he did. To others, he just seemed to get more grumpier.
Listening, while taking a mouth full, C.C swallowed. The bittersweet liquid sliding down her throat like an old friend. The offer was pleasing, but C.C wasn't about to sound too enthusiastic. After all, it was the cage and if it sounded like she was pleased he wanted to go see face's being ripped into, he might get the wrong idea. But the cage, and him offering. C.C couldn't contain the glee that appeared onto her face.
"I would love to go!" She expressed. Almost letting her glass slip. "Are you going to fight?" She had to ask. The last time, he said he never would, but she always felt cage fighters came back. It was like a drug. Drawing you back, even after you promised yourself you wouldn't. No one escaped the cage.
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