 Sit a spell and drink the finest wiskey and burbon london has to offer. Socialize, play billiards, hit on the waitress and get slappped, all the experiance of an old english style pub. (If criminal, you must be disguised) |
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| Nate sits at a table, enjoy his booze. Dispite his looks, he was over the legal drinking age. Lycans age slower. Beside, the pub owner new that its best to just leave him alone. The last person who picked a fight with him ended up hosplitized for a week. Reaching into his pocket, he takes out a cigerrate, and lights up. Need to buy more smokes Money had been a little tight this month, he was low on cigs and the rent. Two reasons why he was annoyed. Signing, he continues with his drink. |
 Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| Corin enters wearing a big hooded overcoat and sits at the farthest table of the pub. The table was placed in an area with poor lighting, so people usually avoided that table. He had several reasons for picking that table. He is ugly so that would make people to be condescendent about him. Besides that, he also enjoyed watching other people's customs and hearing their conversations. But the most important reason of all, he was there waiting for his next job... |
SozuOct 13, 2010 2:29 PM
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| Nate observes the man as he enters the pub, like he did eveyone. This guy was definitely suspicious. But then again, it was London. There was a lot of suspicious people. Taking a log drag from his smoke, Nate waits. |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| At his table pretending not to have noticed the worried faced smoking lycan watching him. Overhears a drunken man bragging about a hooker he did the night before and other subjects of that kind to a group of men who seem to all be colleagues/friends Still waiting on the customer.... |
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| *I come in the bar, with my hefty cloak covering my large form* *I sit down at a table as a waiter comes by* Waiter: What'll you have, son? Me: *grumble* The usual... Waiter: Uh...pardon sir? Me: OH, you must be new, well, uh... three plates of ribbs and a large glass of sasperila. Waiter: Sasperila? Me: It's a drink from the west, non-alchohalic. Waiter: Non-alchoholic? You wouldn't have an ale or quirt of beer? Me: Oh no, never touch the stuff. Waiter: Very well sir. Me: *Takes out a paper from my cloak* *Whips the paper flat and reads it* Ha ha, oh Mr. Edwin, you and your political commentary. |
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| Stubbing his cig in the ashtray, he takes another sip from his drink. Another person had entered, and once more, he was a fellow Lycan. Nate couldn't get a good look at him, what with the big cloak he was wearing. Nate continued with his usual tactic. He wasn't the type to start a fight without good reason. Clicking his fingers, he waits for the barmaid to arrive. Eventually, she does. "What would you like?" She asked. "Whiskey" He replied At one point their eyes met, and she instantly shied away, before scurrying off. People had a tendency to do that, what with his eyes. Laughing to himself, he waits for his whiskey, which momentarily arrives. Nate continues drinking. |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| No one comes to take Corin's order. The long forgotten table and his appearance tends to keep the attention away from him after a while. He enjoys it that way. What he loves is to watch and read people and make people have the wrong impression of him. Even though what he loves the most is watching children, he is now here to get his next job and then receive proper payment. That can leave him a bit grumpy. |
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| *Spark sits at the far corner of the pub in a table booth, reading a patron's palm.* tsk tsk, you have a short money line you dont make very much but you get by, you should start saving up though...... |
| *Notices spark* Me: Pft, supersticious baulderdass. Waiter: *Brings me my order* Well that baulderdass brings in customers. Me: Beleiving in that stuff can't be healthy. Waiter: Well there gonna beleive it either way, if they wanna beleive it while giving us bussiness then by all means. Me: Hurm... fine. |
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| conan walks in with his nose in the book dracula and sits close to the bartender "strongest stuff you got" bartender:"sir are you sure that are strongest isn't to much" mixing the best whiskey scotch and vodkaa they have then passes it to conan "thank you kind sir" reads dracula then laughs "hah haha sir have you ever read this book it's amazing" bartender:"no sir i don't think a have" trying to look at conan's face" reachs into coat and pulls out another dracula book and gives it to the bartender "there you go read it sell it it can do something" |
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| *I yell across the room* Ya'know that book was actually written before "real" vampires started propping up. |
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| Nate couldn't help but laugh at that comment. At first he tried to stifle it....That soon failed. He laughs a hearty laugh, and replies. "Yeah, If only real Vampires was more like Dracula, then my job would be easy!" |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| *Counts the fee the man gave me as he walks away, puts it in my bodice between my breasts and waits for the next customer.* |
| *Looks at the fortune teller across the room and mumbles to myself* she would be acttracive if she wasn't a supersticious koot. *I start eating my ribbs* |
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| *Hears the man* I am not supersticious, being supersticious is to be afraid of karma and bad luck. I tell what I see. *smiles and draws a card from the top of the tarot deck* The star, the beacon of hope in the darkness... *stares at you* |
| *I turn my head towards you in disbaleif* It's still hohah *turns back and takes a drink* and your still a koot. |
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| *Puts my finger to my lips wondering what a koot means. Couldn't mean an old koot, she wasn't even 23 yet...* |
| *smiles* Koot means your crazy by the way. |
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| Ah..! It does seem that way, huh *smiles and pulls another card off the top of the tarot deck and looks at it.* |
| Me: HA, foolish girl, dependant on her cards to make her decisions, instead of using her instincts. Waiter: *holds hand over mouth and giggles, looking at me with thin taunting eyes* Oh I see now, it all makes sense. Me: What makes sense? Waiter: You have a thing for her *I freeze in place with a shocked look on my face* and your bickering with her to get her attention. I see this all the time. Me: *I stand there frozen and nearly speachless* Eh... Eh... |
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| *Frowns and puts the card face down on the table and draws another. Looks over at the waiter and the man, unable to hear what the waiter is saying to him but the man's reactions are very curious.* hm? What is it? |
| *I hold the waiers collar and press my forehead to his in anger, wispering through my clenched teeth* Me: there is no way I hold any attraction for that wench. Waiter: then way so tense, sir Me: rrrrrrrrrrrr |
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| ahahaha! *laughs at the man's actions and collects my cards, preparing for a customer who wants to have their fortune read.* |
| *I sit down and continue to eat my food* POPPYCOCK!!! ALL of it I say! |
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| *Smiles at his remark while reading the cards for the man who wanted to know if his wife will bear his child safely.* I am not a midwife sir, hehe not yet anyways, but If it gives you peace of mind, pick three cards. *The man chooses three.* alright, *turns the first one* your past, the five of wands. You and your wife have been trying very hard to have a child, and only now has she been able to concive. *the man replies* yes, yes *nodding rapidly* *Turns over the second card.* your present, the six of swords. You... or your wife is worried that this change may present difficulties in your marriage, if they should ever arise, you must be strong to overcome them And lastly *turns over the last card* the sun, you will be happy when your child is born. good health is in its favor. *the man shakes my hand relieved* thank you *, and leaves leaving payment on the table. I place the money inside my bodice with the other.* |
| Hmph, all that money and wasted time for a few vague statements. |
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| he wanted peace of mind, I gave it to him, the midwife is the one who makes the real verdict as I told him. *smiles at the man* Mister...? I did not catch your name. |
| I didn't give it! |
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| huh... *eyes brighten* then I must ask, what is your name, sir? |
| *eyebrows twitch* Fine then *I stand up and turn toward you, holding up a large blunderbuss to my shoulder* Winston Ambercromby, expert monster hunter and trapper! My I ask of your name then? |
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| ah, I am Spark Kipsinion, fortune teller also a monster hunter, though im not an expert. *stands and smiles slightly* |
| Hmph, you better have more tricks up your sleeve than fancy card tricks if you going to make it in my profession. |
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| Yes, I am working on that. *Looks over at the bottle of salt on the table and it starts to levetate, rising into the air slowly and then is slowly set back down.* |
| *I look at the bottle with worried eyes* That's it? |
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| No! I can do more! *Levetates the table and the chair with him in it, and it rises into the air.* |
| Woman, I've seen toddler witches throw street cars with ease. |
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| Well it was only one toddler who was sort of a prodigy, but still. |
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| I cant aim direction yet... *sets him and the table back down.* |
| *sits down* |
| Well you'll need to learn. A simple gun or sword alone ain't gonna cut it, you need an edge. |
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| I know that! |
| "so your saying that a sword won't do anything i'll bet... beg to differe (damn gambling problem)" |
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| *Spark yawns and stretches* Its getting late, time to hit the hay. |
| Good night. *I continue to eat my meal* |
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| goodnight *waves and walks out* |
| *walks into the pub early in the morning feeling none too happy with herself , that night she failed to capture another bounty. She sat at her table in the back.* |
| walks to sparks table "a madam i can predict your future you shall meet a man that is free spirted and looks for love he shall offer you a drink,food,shelter if needed,and any task he may be able to do. So i ask would you like something to eat drink some place to stay or a task all free of charge on your part and any bounty goes to you" conan says taking of his hat to show brown hair "congrats your are one of few that shall see my hair and live" |
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| *I walk in behind antiman* *chuckles* Hey govena, nice hair. |
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| Nate laughs at antmans hair comment. "Your funny little one" he says, draining his glass and slamming it on the table. Burping, he takes his claymore, placing it on his back. "Well, I'm off" he chirps as he leaves the pub. |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
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