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gavin62truck[OOM: "Hey. I'm Tommy. I'm a firefighter with the FDNY. And I'm an alcoholic."]
[OOC: Warning for LOTS of swearing.]
[OOC: Warning for LOTS of swearing.]
Mar. 21st, 2012
gavin62truck
theantisuitAn extremely short paranoid man is sitting at the bar enjoying a glass of wine as he listens to a taller worldly handsome man talk about a new Broadway show. That the taller man's mom was the star. What they have something in common really they both live in New York City... That may be about it.
"No, you don't understand if I don't go Mother will be upset and make my life a living nightmare in true Grand Damn style."
Today's Specials
Wine of any color or flavor.
Bass Ale
Crown & Coke
[OOC: Two pups one mun, Say who you want in the tag or I'll randomly send someone. Thread hop have fun PS. You know who you are this is what you get for your suggestion.]
"No, you don't understand if I don't go Mother will be upset and make my life a living nightmare in true Grand Damn style."
"I think you should consider yourself lucky, not only do you get the chance to go see it. You have a mom. 'The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men - from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms.'"
Jamie's eyes narrow at him. "Don't go quoting OWH at me little man I am immune to that."
Mozzie gives an impressed smile."I am impressed I didn't expect the pretty boy to know it. For that I will refill your glass." He taps the bar to get them refills frowning at the napkin. "What does this mean?"
Jamie looks at it then sighs. "looks like you're tending bar tonight."
"Like Hell I am pretty boy you're going to help you take that side I'll get this one." Mozzie gets the chalk and writes on the board.
Today's Specials
Wine of any color or flavor.
Bass Ale
Crown & Coke
[OOC: Two pups one mun, Say who you want in the tag or I'll randomly send someone. Thread hop have fun PS. You know who you are this is what you get for your suggestion.]
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Mar. 21st, 2012 06:05 pmcbucsrule( Earlier )
This still doesn't feel right.
With his two possessions in tow -- the rifle's got to go with him, just in case that door isn't locked any more and he can get back to his people, and that pyramid ball, well, put it this way: he's not as superstitious as most of his teammates, but he's had it with him the whole three weeks and no one's managed to shoot him yet -- he steps out of his room, rubs his eyes. The growling in his stomach tells him he'd better find some food somewhere or else go back on that second week's hey-we're-out-of-everything diet, which is... why they were raiding the store in the first place. First order of business is that frakking door. The words open, open, open play on repeat in his thoughts the whole way over, but there's no more success with it today than there was last night.
And why, he asks himself, is this particular situation any more frakked up than watching the whole planet get nuked? It's a question he can't answer.
This still doesn't feel right.
With his two possessions in tow -- the rifle's got to go with him, just in case that door isn't locked any more and he can get back to his people, and that pyramid ball, well, put it this way: he's not as superstitious as most of his teammates, but he's had it with him the whole three weeks and no one's managed to shoot him yet -- he steps out of his room, rubs his eyes. The growling in his stomach tells him he'd better find some food somewhere or else go back on that second week's hey-we're-out-of-everything diet, which is... why they were raiding the store in the first place. First order of business is that frakking door. The words open, open, open play on repeat in his thoughts the whole way over, but there's no more success with it today than there was last night.
And why, he asks himself, is this particular situation any more frakked up than watching the whole planet get nuked? It's a question he can't answer.
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Mar. 21st, 2012 06:56 pmmakeadealThere isn't anything odd about the businessman who quietly walks into the bar and closes the door behind him.
Oh, true: he walks with a limp, but that is not so unusual, here. The limp necessitates a cane, but that is not so very strange. Certainly he dresses well, in a tailored suit with crisp lines and rich, jeweled colors glinting at throat and pocket, but that is not so remarkable, either. When he smiles, it's just possible to catch a glance of light of a gold tooth, yes, but there is nothing of particular note about either smile or tooth.
(There may be a certain curve to the smile that conveys something like satisfaction, but is that really anything to be surprised by?)
He does breathe deep, like a man waking from long sleep, and close his eyes, and open them again with a mild smile, and his shoulders, crooked from long, long years of walking with the black cane, do straighten, briefly, but none of these things are especially odd.
"Well, now," he says, to nobody in particular, each word coming slow and amused. "Isn't that curious."
It takes him a little while to make his way, leg stiff and steps reluctant, to a comfortable looking chair, but make it he does, before crooking a finger at a waitrat and inspecting it, hands folding over the head of his cane.
Not her style - goodness, no, not with her flair for the dramatic - but something he can appreciate, regardless.
[Tiny tag: Mr. Gold]
Oh, true: he walks with a limp, but that is not so unusual, here. The limp necessitates a cane, but that is not so very strange. Certainly he dresses well, in a tailored suit with crisp lines and rich, jeweled colors glinting at throat and pocket, but that is not so remarkable, either. When he smiles, it's just possible to catch a glance of light of a gold tooth, yes, but there is nothing of particular note about either smile or tooth.
(There may be a certain curve to the smile that conveys something like satisfaction, but is that really anything to be surprised by?)
He does breathe deep, like a man waking from long sleep, and close his eyes, and open them again with a mild smile, and his shoulders, crooked from long, long years of walking with the black cane, do straighten, briefly, but none of these things are especially odd.
"Well, now," he says, to nobody in particular, each word coming slow and amused. "Isn't that curious."
It takes him a little while to make his way, leg stiff and steps reluctant, to a comfortable looking chair, but make it he does, before crooking a finger at a waitrat and inspecting it, hands folding over the head of his cane.
Not her style - goodness, no, not with her flair for the dramatic - but something he can appreciate, regardless.
[Tiny tag: Mr. Gold]
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Mar. 21st, 2012 06:56 pmbasic_powersSo there's been the regular monthly influx of new people and the entertainment they bring to the Bar and that's kept Tyler busy for a little while. But there's only so much he can take of fixing up the little details of his room, or practicing in there with the swords.
So while there's still light outside, there'll be a nearly-ten yearold practicing in different sword katas that Ray taught him, for each of the three swords. The weather outside is really nice for it, and he has to keep practicing these on different terrains anyways. No training drone today though, and no cyber-raptor, so he's easily botherable.
So while there's still light outside, there'll be a nearly-ten yearold practicing in different sword katas that Ray taught him, for each of the three swords. The weather outside is really nice for it, and he has to keep practicing these on different terrains anyways. No training drone today though, and no cyber-raptor, so he's easily botherable.
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Mar. 21st, 2012 08:10 pmgotham_knockingHere's a face that hasn't been around in a while. But things have been busy. So busy that he missed the strange events here. And all he sees is the bar, undergoing a little renovation.
He orders a beer, and sits back to read a handout from the office about how to use e-mail.
He orders a beer, and sits back to read a handout from the office about how to use e-mail.
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Mar. 21st, 2012 11:08 pmnepetaleijonSometime after this.
(Not Very Far) Out of Milliways:
brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
(Not Very Far) Out of Milliways:
brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
(I'm opposing forces, myself and I have to fight
I live with me, I've got my back tonight)
