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[justasaleswoman]

The door opens, and a woman with long dark hair and a short black dress steps in.

Well, really, that's technically only partly true. But it's probably close enough to accurate. Workable, at any rate.

She stops and looks around. This doesn't feel like any bar she's ever been in before, and, darling, she has been in a lot of bars. Desperate people do like to drink, and a week in a bar here or there, that's like picking ripe fruit off low-hanging branches.

Well, well, well. Isn't this . . . interesting?



[OOC: If you're the sort who's good at recognizing demons, feel free. If you're not, though, chances are she's just going to come off as young human woman. Questions, etc., ping elsinorequeen.]

[tiny tag: the crossroads demon, cerberus]

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[cutting_edgex23]

There is a girl nearby with long dark hair. Said girl is also wearing black, but it is not a dress.

A tank top and track pants are her preferred attire. And she tilts her head, nostrils flaring, as the other woman steps through the door.

Eventually she approaches.

"Hello."

Beat.

"You have not been here before."

X would have smelled her.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was dead (albeit sort of temporarily. Shh... canon is of the strange), but he could still make note of a beautiful woman walking into the bar. Especially when she's new.

So there was an interested look and an easy smile.

"Evening."

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

It's very interesting!

Which, of course, means that its clientele is a bit different from the standard bar fare.

Most bars, for instance, don't have teenagers roaming about in schoolgirl's uniforms, strutting around cheerfully and munching what look like Danish wedding cookies. And most bars don't occasionally force one to stop to let a wait-rat wander past - but, in this one, at this moment, just such a rat is forcing just such a teenager to pause mid-step.

He happens to pause right near the front door, and, in the process, he glances over towards it, waving one hand at the newcomer.

"Hi!"

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Behold the brimming bowl which has been foth to ease out hunger! Behold the flowing flagon, moist and sweet which has been sent to slake our thirst!

Er...

That is to say there is a pale young man; lanky, barefoot and dressed in a rough tunic sitting on the floor nearby. He has a large mug full to the brim of water set beside him. In his lap there is a steel bowl containing some rather interesting bar snacks (http://www.drsfostersmith.com/images/Categoryimages/normal/p_4577_FS26005DZ.jpg).

Shortly after the door opens, the newcomer will find herself on teh recieving end of a curious stare. He's come across that scent before here.

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

[He will ping as a demon as well, if she can sense that sort of thing.]

Billy's back stiffens when she passes near him, and he tries not to turn around. No outside grudges, no outside grudges, no --

He peeks over his shoulder.