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There is a vampire in the bar trying to ignore the very large bowl of soup in front of him.

Anyone with a nose can smell that there's blood in it.

Anyone without a nose can see that he's focused like a lazer on the reports in front of him-unnaturally yellow eyes blinking occasionally in the light.

He's also occasionally rubbing them. Being on a daytime schedule is...weird.
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Somewhere there are bottles breaking and junkies tripping, somewhere someone is bashing a water pump with a wrench and screaming in frustration, somewhere giant rat is on the menu for dinner if its pursuers can just run it down- ah, the simple everyday facts of life in Freeside. It's enough to make a grown man .... well, no, not cry, but it can certainly make a man tired. And while alcohol is more or less the exact opposite of a stimulant, it does have its uses, which is why the door is opening tonight from the Freeside streets into....

....

"... huh. I knew the Garrets were planning on renovating the place but this goes well above and beyond," says the blond fellow in the doorway as he shrugs off his lab coat. "I have to say, I'm impressed."



[tinytag: Arcade Gannon]
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Edward is in the bar proper tonight...asleep.

This might defeat the purpose of him being in the bar, but when one is warm and feels safe one is apt to sleep anywhere and the rats have kindly been leaving him well enough alone.

That's not to say however that someone could wake him up.

Should probably wake him up. there's a plate of food in front of him that's going cold.

Isn't bar thoughtful?
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Ed has a room in the bar, board, and...has had his crossbow confiscated.

This was...making him nervous. (there are no vampires. no vampires) which is why he's smoking up a storm and occasionally coughing as he keeps looking from one door to another. Bar provides a mug of hot steaming tea and a book.

(The book, for anyone who'd look, is Orchid growing for fun and profit)

The tea is drunk, the book is ignored, and Ed keeps on smoking and occasionally taking a sip of his tea.

though he'd never admit it, and might jump at you, he would love company?

[ooc: Team Scaredy-Cat Tag! Edward Dalton]
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The door is thrown open as a man bolts inside. Something large clatters to the floor as he attempts-unsuccessfully-to lock it behind him. Scrambling back, he grabs for the crossbow and points it at the door shaking.

He's pale and shaky and lying on the floor-formerly immaculate clothes askew. He's dirty, grubbing on the floor like he's been used to it.

It's been a rough few days.
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Shephard isn't the only one who had a good Christmas back home. Gordon's spent most of the day mingling with people and trying very hard to get over the fact that he's generally about as good with crowds as a mildly confused mackerel. He's getting better, but after a long day of celebrations and discoveries he could use some time to relax. There'll be planning and strategizing and getting back into gear tomorrow, and worrying about the Greenbrier possibility, but for now he'd like to sit and think.

... this was supposed to be the entrance to Dan Shephard's house. Oh well. A chair and a cup of something hot is kind of universal, so he'll deal.

Oh, and one more thing. As per a request made back home, he's wearing one of his Christmas gifts today. It's a hat. A hand-knitted, undyed hat with a pompom and earflaps and all. His niece made it, and he promised he'd wear it, so... yeah.
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[This is how it Starts, not with a Bang, but with a Whimper and we all go tumbling down because life's a bitch and then...]


When the door opens there's a smiling, rather jovial figure who's wearing a suit and tie and sporting a tan. The thing about it however is the mask he has over his face and the gloves he wears over his hands. He looks like someone coming from a medically sensitive location. He makes no effort to remove his mask or his gloves as he looks about the bar before finally pulling the mask down over his face.

"....This place may have to be sighted." His name badge says "department of health" They are no medical precautions being taken whatsoever, I should-"

One glance at the patrons makes him stop, " I should talk...to...someone...about..." His voice is faint, "It."

The human goes pale and shaky. A place this weird can only be a vampire bar (he's no racist goddamnit there's a difference between it and fear). When he tries to back out however he hits solid door.

Shit..

OOM

Sep. 18th, 2010 02:34 am
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It all starts with a single bat




[TinyTag: Edward Dalton]