Those who haven't frequented the bar in a while might recognise the hunched over figure of one Aeryn Sun at a table situated near the door. But whether recognised or not, she existed, book in hand - thumb pressed tight to the page in a kind of grim horror. The print on the cover certainly gave her no idea of what madness lay inside. The expression on her face was that of a woman who quite simply hadn't given a microts thought to what she was getting herself into.
I spy with my little eye something beginning with P. There's a Pixie near the Karoake machine, giving it the eye. She's yet to pick a song, but continues to stomp out a beat with her combat boot to an ear-thumping rythym. She appears to be wearing a pair of voluminous forest green bloomers and a leather jacket studded with metal spikes, but then, can you really trust your eyes? Because right now your eyes should be telling you that green winged seventeen-year-olds aren't all that common. Kaye Fierch doesn't mind standing out in a crowd and she just goes right on tapping her feet, wings fluttering madly on her back like some crazy fae tribal dance.
Most people sitting at the bar were eating, drinking, making merry - not Lirael. If you chanced to look at the very edge of the bar, close to the dusty bottles kept on shelves, you may have spotted the very top of her glossy, dark hair. Mostly, you would just see books, a very large, very precariously stacked mountain of books. Every few seconds a book fell, exuding a cloud of dust and a hand would shoot out to retrieve it, a soft murmuring coming from behind the makeshift library.
There's a young boy in the forest today, shirtless, predatory - he stalks back in forth from one edge of the forest to another as though deep in the process of making a decision. Jacob Black hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of his low slung denims and tugs upwards. He's itching to change, to run, to get away from every feeling and emotion that's crowding his head, but still he resists. There's no Sam Uley here to tell him what to do and no Bella to turn to, isn't that half the problem?
There are certain people in the world that you can take one look at, and know they'll be trouble. Lilith's always been that woman, not that it stops men from realizing it until it's too late. If you look too long there's a big chance you'll get your heart broken and later find out your wallet and pride are missing too. If you ask her, she'd say she couldn't help it; that it's her nature - the same way a cat toys with a mouse before he eats it.
'Course, she'd probably be lying. She enjoys making mischief almost as much as she enjoys makin' profit.
Today she's in the men's bathroom crouching close to the floor by a stall, bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand, black marker in the other. Yup, nothin' like vandalizing the wall of the crapper to make you feel pleasantly juvenile.
[OOC: Well it's been so long since I've played I just wanna get back into practice so feel free to bring whatever you want to the table and ignore my stunted writing :P Open forever, available for slowtime. I am also famous for allowing any kind of drama to explode in my threads, go nuts.
As a note for tagging Lilith, even though it mentions she's in the men's bathroom, if you're a girl and want to talk, feel free to assume she's in the girl's bathroom because I don't want to slice anyone out.]
[ooc: I've been positively itching to play with several of your characters, so naturally I can't decide who to tag. Do you have any preference for a poetry lover and schoolteacher turned outlaw and cowgirl, who happens to adore several members of the Cullen clan?]
[I have no preference, whoever you think'd be fun! I should be able to get back around to tagging later tonight. Stupid timezones and unexpected visits. :)]
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