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Post by lacrypte on Aug 13, 2012 21:49:17 GMT -5
(Since we all agreed OC related things first! 8) Have a post. I'm not really sure on setting or what not. So I suppose we can..figure that out as we go.
As for posting order! It seems to be Me, Alice, Seph, Snakey, and then Manders! )
It was a dark and stormy night and it was later in the evening. Nothing bad was really about, or well then again bad things always where. The clock said it was approximately about midnight, or..so as far as the man inside the bar could tell. Not that the time mattered either. He would of been up regardless if it had been 5 in the morning, or 6 at night. All that mattered that in that plane of time and space, he was at the bar at the corner of the street in the town of ... well, he didn't know the answer to that either.
"...I dun exactly 'ave an I.D. ya know!"
The voice of a young man* called out into the empty bar to the bartender. The poor bartender who had been working hard all day finally got the place cleared out when the young man have walked into the door. Sadly for him, like any good bartender, he had to demand an I.D.** The problem with this, was demanding an I.D. from the young man was like trying to tell a trained bull to not go after the red flag hung in front of them. It just never really worked out in your favor, and you always got the bulls horns.
"I'm..sorry sir but I really need to see your I.D.."
The bartender responded with a small frown and a slight eyebrow raised. The bartender went through this routine about every day. When you got to work and had a customer, you went for their I.D., and then they got their drink. The only ones who didn't usually were people who were already drunk, though on the small occasion a teenager would stumble on in thinking they could get away with it. The young man gave the bartender a little glare. It wasn't all that threatening coming from him. It was hard to take a man who didn't look anything normal seriously. It wasn't that he was gothic looking or a biker or that he was some candy raver looking person. No, no. It was much simpler. It was all in just the sort of vibes the man put off.
The young man's name was Enlil. Enlil Gust. He had a heavy thick Southern Accent and dressed in all white. To be more exact, it was an all white nicely made suit, with a white vest, white shoes, white fedora, a black undershirt, and a large mass of short white wavy hair that didn't seem like it wanted to stay inside of his hat. He wasn't horribly chubby, but he wasn't horribly skinny, he just had a bit more too him but in the way you didn't notice unless you were paying attention. He was also rather short, 5'3 to be exact, and if there was one thing he liked to do, it was to drink. He never really got drunk, he just liked that small buzzing effect in your head that let you know 'Hey, good job today! This is your reward!' and that was about it. Sometimes though the bars he choose tended to disagree. Enlil never realized that all of this in combination while yelling at someone in his southern drawl, made him...less then unnoticeable. Nor did the man realize that he ever put out the 'I would never hurt you vibes.'***
"Yer rejectin' business ya know!"
Enlil said, shaking his finger disapprovingly at the Bartender as their little argument continued, and in the end he just sighed with the last of his effort to give one way about it.
"Fine! Fine! Be that way. But I'mma sit 'ere and ya can't do nothin' about it!"
He said with a satisfied little proud look on his face.
"Can't kick me out if ya rejected my business in the first place!"
*Well he really wasn't a young man. He was more of a man in age, more like a young man in appearance. Though there really wasn't much of a different, or did it really matter all that much.
**You really couldn't be sure of peoples ages these days. Some 30 year old people looked like they were 16, and some 16 years old looked like they were 30. You couldn't blame the bartender after all, with all the law suits and troubles these days, it was better safe then sorry.
***If you would of asked Enlil himself, he would of laughed at you for thinking he wouldn't hurt someone. Which, he probably wouldn't, but it was entirely possibly, and Enlil never left out possibilities.
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Post by aliceapproved on Aug 13, 2012 22:28:12 GMT -5
~I'm actually using a segment of a fic I'm working on to introduce my character before he goes off into the group. Let me know what you think!~
She had seen her future and she didn’t like it one bit. She was a nonbeliever when she first entered, but everything he said; not even a newspaper’s daily horoscope could have dreamed to be more accurate. It was frightening to see how her whole life had been read so easily by a mere glimpse of his piercing gold eyes and a flip of his cards. It made her feel so small, so insignificant, and so worthless. But he promised her a way to change herself, a new path to give her life new meaning.
He waited for her answer, hand outreached across the table. She hesitated, her eyes darting between his gaze and steady hand. Finally, after hearing the grandfather clock make its grand announcement of midnight, the woman shook his hand. She made her decision.
She chose wrong.
A scheming smile slowly grew across the man’s face. “Pleasure doing business with you ma’am,” he jested in a cool voice.
Her eyes fluttered as she felt air escaping her lungs. She gasped as the color of her skin began to pale. The man took back his hand and folded his arms in front of his chest, enjoying the show he’d seen countless times. The woman’s body shivered while the cloud of white smoke shot out of her throat. At last, her body went limp and collapsed onto the floor. The swirling mist flew around the room like a frightened hummingbird until the man took out the red rose from his jacket’s pocket. The confused cloud stopped in its tracks and was immediately sucked into the flower’s petals.
The man lifted up his precious prize and grinned. "This calls for a drink," he suggested with a spring in his voice.
Within the next minute, the man had grabbed his fedora and was happily whistling his way down to the nearest bar.
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Post by sepherene on Aug 13, 2012 23:14:11 GMT -5
This yelling was giving him a headache. Why couldn't people just understand if you didn't follow the rules, you didn't get to reap the benefits of whatever the rules were standing in there for. For example, you couldn't go ice-skating with penguins if you didn't first make sure that the ice-rink actually allowed penguins even though it was common knowledge that ice-rinks didn't really like having penguins on their ice in the first place. And where would you even get a penguin? It's not like aquariums give them out like free samples at the local Costco (or Tesco if you were British). Or something like that. Well the point was a majority of society knew you needed I.D.s to get alcohol or buy cigarettes or do a lot of "adult" things, and anyone who didn't know this obviously is the part of society most people like to not talk about. The odd side of the family. The side you politely inform that you're going to be away for their wedding but have a good time anyways when in actuality you're probably going to be at home watching reruns of M*A*S*H. All of this thinking was giving him a headache too. He didn't know which was worse. Maybe the thinking, when he got to thinking it took an awful lot to get him to stop doing so much of it.
"Can't you just order water?" he asked from from down the other end of the bar. The pronoun "he" was being used loosely. Harry identified that he was probably a he, but sometimes in the right dress he looked like a she, and well that happened sometimes you know. And the name Harry was also he she. He could be Harold or he could be Harriet although he was neither of those. Perhaps if he cut his hair...well anyways he himself had ordered a Pepsi. He liked Pepsi, it was definitely better than Coke. He was pretty sure Coke was in some way related to the abominable depths of Hell. He just hadn't figured out how yet. It was an ongoing case study, "You know, water's good for everybody..." he began again, uninvited, "...although you can't get drunk off of water. I tried once you know. I thought maybe there was a chance that somehow, there was a trick, and if you just drank a certain amount, you'd get a nice feeling like when you drink something with alcohol in it. Well I can conclude with confidence that you cannot and I filed a report on it, you know? So it's definitely official." at this point he wasn't even talking to Enlil anymore, although he'd never exactly directed any of his dialogue towards the other anyway. He hadn't even looked at him.
Actually Harry had been staring at his reflection in the still full glass of bubbling Pepsi. It wasn't as if he was admiring himself (after all that would be vanity) but it was more he was looking into the glass as if the chemical concoction contained inside would spill out all of its secrets to him. Green eyes narrowed and already pouty lips turned into a frown. He let out a long suffering sigh. At that Harry reached into his navy blue peacoat and pulled out a small notebook. It looked like a moleskin and it looked like someone had put it through the wash. Twice. The book had papers and page markers and the like sticking out of it every which way. As he folded it open to a page, the paper crinkled with displeasure. Harry patted his coat again frantically, before reaching into his front pocket and retrieving a pencil. It looked as though it could do with some sharpening. Utensil in hand, he began scribbling feverishly in the book, mumbling to himself. He seemed to have forgotten he'd even made a comment towards the rowdy customer down the other end of the bar. After a moment or so, slammed the book shut, "BLAST IT." he cried out, and gently he pushed the untouched glass of Pepsi away. He glanced at the bartender, "You wouldn't happen to serve Coke would you?" Harry asked, sounding as though someone just told him they'd run over his cat on the highway, sorry about that.
(I love your annotations crypte haha~. Alice, I think it was awesome, though now I'm a little afraid of your character ;o; <3 /creeps away from him, farrrrr away)
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Post by crowleythesnake on Aug 14, 2012 1:09:42 GMT -5
It was a fairly cool evening. The blood was leaking out of the dead body in front of her, the red head thankfully missing the main part of the blow. She needed to stop replacing her tank tops. It was a lot of money to have to pay for new ones every time she killed someone. The women placed her pistol in the brown holster at her hip, tucked very neatly onto her calf that was clad in dark blue skinny jeans that clumped neatly around her ankles. With a flip of her curly red long hair, the women pulled out a phone and texted a simple message. "Dead. Cleanup duty." She sighed before placing her phone back in her pocket that sat just slightly above where her holster came across a bit low on her waist.
With a readjusting of her black leather coat over her white tank top, Natalie moved away from the body, her heeled boots clicking gently on the concrete. There were times when she absolutely loved her job, and others when she really wished she could just go back to hell. Then again, that wasn't really the best place to be. She did pull herself out of the pits. Everyone had a reason for escaping that dreaded place. She had many of her own of course, but this wasn't the place nore the time to ramble on and on about the reason you pulled yourself out of the 659.5 pits of hell. (Everyone just rounded up up to 666) Their were pros to her job of course, one of them being to kill the low life scum of things that like to call themselves humans. Natalie had never really liked them much in the first place.
Her shoes carried her down the deserted street. It was midnight and not many people would be out and a bout, including women. She saw a mildly empty bar and smiled. Though she couldn't get drunk, (She had tried numerous times.) she still enjoyed messing with the minds of young men and some others. She lit a cigarette before making sure the bar would allow cigarettes, and walked into the bar, her coat and hair fluttering slightly in the stuffy air of the bar. Natalie eyed the men who were already in the bar, and shrugged, giving them not much thought, and only half hearing the conversation between the men. The demon sat on the bar, moving her coat so she wouldn't sit on it, and in a slight Russian accent that was masked lazily with American, she asked, "One Vodka please."
((And then Natalies the only girl. XD I love all of your guys characters. ;3; this is gunna be good~))
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Post by lacrypte on Aug 14, 2012 12:41:17 GMT -5
(Oh gosh this is going to be a lot of fun. I'm so curious of all your characters! )
The bartender of the bar let out a soft groan as more people trotted into the door way. The man really wanted to close the place, but by the pace people were coming in...well that didn't seem like a possibility.
Enlil furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion when he heard the other voice across the bar speak. He stared, and blinked.
"Water just isn' the same! If I wanted water coulda just gone down to the station."
He said as so matter-of-factly with that silly finger waggle thing he tended to do. That was one reason of many of why he would not just get a water of a pop. The other reasons listed as followed, .. okay there wasn't really any other reasons. He was just a ridiculous man who didn't always understand how things worked. He really found Earth to be a bit too uptight.*
"I mean.. If I ate 'nough poppy seeds it might work."
Enlil pondered to Harry, who by this point had trailed off to his own rambling like he had.
"No..no dat wouldn' work. Probably die before I could a decent buzz."
He said to himself as he thought about it a lot harder then he should of. He could always.. no..no. If he was going to do that he might as well try to turn the water into wine. That task was a lot harder then people thought. Shifting molecules wasn't exactly his strong point. He'd leave that to the Universe in it's all alcohol makingness.
"-Ey is that Pepsi?"
Enlil asked, his attention suddenly on the glass.
"I thought these places always served coke! Huh. Well, kudos to them!"
He had the same point of view as Harry did on coke. Though it was more of a battle between him and his brother then the taste difference.* He was now talking to himself, not that he realized it. He wasn't looking over at Harry, but instead of the glass of pepsi. So it was a hard one to call. The bartender winced as Harry cried out.
"Uh, no. No we don't sir. We only serve one or the other. I thought that was the rule in places like this. You either get coke, or pepsi, not both."
The bartender said and hoped that he accepted that reasoning. Keyword hope, luckily even if that hadn't worked, a woman walked into the bar, and in a hurry he went over to her instead.
"One Vodka then!"
The bartender said getting the glass and pouring it. Enlil on the other side of the bar, sneezed. Just a light one into the it of his elbow before he furrowed his eyebrows together.* Then there was another one that walked into the bar, and the bartender yet again sighed as he slide the lady her drink.
*Actually just about everywhere he was, was a bit too uptight. They had morals which was the big reason /why/. However a man like Enlil tended to lack them depending on whether he was on work or not. You had to have morals while working, he came to realize. Other wise they cursed you out and threw you out. Though making other people have morals was also a good idea, other wise everyone would be killing each other every two second, and people did that enough as is.
*Which Enlil never could tell the difference of the tastes. You could hand him coke and he'd think it was Pepsi. All looked the same after all.
*Enlil never really ever sneezed, which is why he was so confused. The only things that made him sneeze were cats and unholy things. Then again this was Earth, and you never knew was someone from Earth was keeping in their store or home. Then again it might be a Satanist, but those people were usually utter sweethearts depending on what time of day you caught them.
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Post by aliceapproved on Aug 14, 2012 14:40:32 GMT -5
(Dawr, sorry to frighten you, Seph. Don't worry, though, I promise you he won't be so scary for too long. ;3;)
At that moment and more to the bartender's dismay, the whistling man barged in. He tossed his fedora and gray overcoat onto the coat rack and made a grand gesture with his arms, announcing proudly," Next round of drinks is on me!"
He gave a grin to everybody in the room. "Funny, thought there'd me more poor souls at this hour," he thought to himself and simply shrugged.
"Oh, and maybe some coke for some of the younger folks," he quickly added, noticing a glass of Pepsi or Coke (could never tell apart the bloody things, both were wonderfully evil in his opinion).
He made his way to a bar stool with a friendly nod to everyone and a quick click of his tongue at the sight of a red-haired woman. After taking his seat, he adjusted his black tie and smoothed out the wrinkles in his thin, light-pink long-sleeved shirt. (The less threatening the better for his customers and he also had a soft spot for the innocent color). He also fancied a quick fix of his silver-gray hair with a run of his fingers.
Despite the color of his hair, he was far from an old looking man. Best estimated about middle-aged, probably late 30s or mid 40s with a child's heart underneath. He was neither muscular nor fat, but more along the lines of acceptable average, even with being more on the tall side.
He pulled out his wallet and slapped his card on the table, addressing the bartender once again. "And this marvelous person would be Magnus," he smirked, giving a wink.
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Post by sepherene on Aug 14, 2012 19:08:11 GMT -5
(I'm typing this on my phone at work so hopefully it isnt too awful with typos and stuff) Harry looked even worse at the announcement that no the bar didn't serve Coke. He couldnt drink the Pepsi, he just couldn't. But then again not drinking the Pepsi would have meant that he was being wasteful, and that didn't really sit to well with him either. Well which was the lesser of two evils? Be wasteful, or drink a low grade concoction of malicious sludge. It could have been worser still, however, he could have drank alcohol, so he supposed it wouldn't have caused too much harm to just drink the Pepsi. Harry flipped through his worn out moleskin. Nothing stated that it was against his knowledge and the rules to drink the Pepsi. Afterall, it was safe to say being in a bar in the first place was largely against the rules, though he wasn't sure sure whose rules those were: his own or his superiors. But here he was, in a bar. Breaking rules. Surey breaking one more wouldn't...no...No breaking too many rules only meant one thing. And it wasn't skipping in a field of daisies. Though that would probably be nice. Maybe tomorrow.
Actually, he'd come to the bar because he'd gotten a note to. The offical kind. Someone was suppose to be here and he was suppose to get more information on them. The problem was, to his embarassment, he'd stuffed the note into his moleskin and had failed to be able to retrieve it. He didn't know who out of the three he was suppose to seek or why. Or maybe it was the bartender? He looked to the man behind the counter and pushed his eyebrows together. No, he was positively normal for all he could tell. Probably a 99% chance of being grade A human being. The other three...well. He wasn't a tracker, but something was certainly not bartendery about all of them. When the one in the pink shirt declared Coke for the youngers (who ever that was, he thought, after all Harry was well over a few milllenia old, unless of course that DID make him a youngster, in which case no offense taken, not that he would have been offended anyway) he put his hands to his face and lamented, "But they don't serve coke!"
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Post by crowleythesnake on Aug 14, 2012 23:14:47 GMT -5
((WHOOPS I WAS WATCHING MOVIES ALL AFTERNOON. SORRY))
Well the bar was quiet for a few moments, Natalie thought, her perfectly cut brows crumpling together. She smiled up at the bartender and grabbed the drink to down the whole thing in a few gulps. She always did this after a case, and plus she never got drunk. Natalie nodded towards the man with the pink shirt. Something about him felt off, and Natalie automatically pawed gently at her pistol concealed at her waist. The sneezing man in the corner put her off as well. She took a deep breath in and nodded to the bartender. "Another vodka would be nice. And sorry for keeping you open this late," Natalie said, her Russian accent slipping even more. She suddenly didn't even care. It was a long and hard case, and she deserved some rest and relaxation for a bit.
She rubbed her hand on her pant leg and raised it, noticing it was wet. She frowned when the obvious scarlet tint of blood shined in the low light. The demon through a slight disgusted face before wiping it back on her pant leg. Blood had to get somewhere when I shot him. It's how physics work after all. Physics are dumb. Why do they even exist. Natalie quickly frowned and looked at the people around the bar. Everyone seemed a bit odd. Something seemed off though. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat before running a hand through her red hair. She was tired, and the stinging from the holy water wasn't really helping either. Natalie winced slightly when she moved just enough for the small spot of holy water on her shirt to place just right onto her skin, followed by a sizzling and a readjustment of her shirt.
"Damnit," Natalie muttered, frowning.
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Post by lacrypte on Aug 15, 2012 0:06:25 GMT -5
The Bartender will cry about it later. However right now he had to deal with another costumer, who he had to make happy if he wanted to get paid. Which included the small sigh about the drinks on me. Anyway, he put on another smile and waved. "Hello! ..Uhm, pleasure to meet you!" He said, rather surprised to get an actual name from someone here at the bar. After all none of the others bothered. "I'm just the bartender for the night, what would you like?"
Enlil jumped on this chance for a drink. "What the lady has!" However the Bartender just frowned, trying to frown to the core of the other mans very being. However Enlil was perfectly happy, maybe even beaming if you might say at the idea of actually getting a damn drink for once. "Fine! Fine. As long as you get off my case, you can have one drink without an I.D." the Bartender said, finally giving in. Enlil made a small 'YES' hand movement. Enlil: 1. The System: 0.
Harry was an amusing character, at least thought the bartender. "You could always run down to the gas station and get a coke." He suggested to the ..person. "You haven't even touched the one you have.." He said with a tad of confusion. Enlil volunteered to drink it if the other didn't want it. The bartender just shot him another look.
The bartender now turned to Natalie yet again, and got her another vodka with a smile "Here you are, miss!" He said, before wiping his hands off to wait for anymore drink orders. Enlil's attention now slowly drifted to Natalie, and he raised a small eyebrow. Though his smile was still beaming. "Howdy there! Yer all alone! Don't be ah stranger!" Enlil piped up, and waved his hand for her to come on over. "Gotta a party goin'! Come on!" He encouraged, and held back another sneeze. Was it allergy season already? By God!*
*God really wouldn't be the right expression. Then again Enlil tended to find religious references in these sort of situations horribly funny.
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Post by aliceapproved on Aug 15, 2012 11:50:21 GMT -5
Magnus scratched his chin in thought. "Give me the strongest drink ya got," he ordered. "And pleasure to meet you, too."
He gave the bartender a friendly smile and geared his view to the other three sorry souls spending a night in the lonesome bar.
"Hmmm a crazy Coke Kid. Probably OCD or just got dumped. Poor lad," he guessed in his mind.
His eyes wandered over to the woman who seemed to be in a little pain. His sunny disposition faded a bit as he thought he saw steam coming from a small patch of skin. "Careless, are we?" he commented in thought once again.
He frowned as he heard a sneeze and turned his attention to Enlil. "Allergy season, isn't it? I despise that season," he sighed, shaking his head and reaching into his pant pocket.
He pulled out a Kleenex (the extra soft kind. Even Magnus never dared to be cruel enough to offer the sandpaper type) and offered it to man in white.
"Here ya go. I've got more if you need it," he stated, regaining a bit of his positive energy. "By the way, great outfit."
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Post by sepherene on Aug 15, 2012 18:46:55 GMT -5
Harry kept his eyes on the others, listening to them, observing their actions and recording them in his moleskin. He figured he could probably rule them out one by one, figure out which one was probably the most...er, well interesting out of all of them. The interesting one was surely the one that he had to learn more about. After all, upstairs knew he could get bored fairly easily if there wasn't anything interesting to find out on a mission. Especially one like this. So he watched.
They were all a little odd. And very interesting. One obviously wounded. He could smell a faint smell of Holy Water and burning flesh. He thanked the Lord that he was on the other end of the bar. Burning flesh, sulfur, those kinds of smells only had one effect on him, and that was vomiting. He hated vomiting. It was a very unpleasant function of human bodies. After a lengthy report to his superiors, he'd tried to appeal to them that vomiting was far too cruel and really humans had to deal with enough when they were sick as it was. It was denied. Mostly because his superiors had no idea what he was talking about. And then there was the man with the fedora and the kind of smile that best suited a Cheshire cat in his opinion. Far too scheming. He didn't like things that schemed. Oh and the man in white.
"Gosh white is tacky." He said aloud, interrupting his own inner monologue, though he didn't mean to. Harry's eyes widened a moment, realizing that he'd probably just made an insult. "Uh tacky. I mean tacky like tacky glue, no I mean like the color. White. You know, tacky glue was first invented by tribes by using animal parts. Though it isn't usually made with animal parts today oh no more likely a chemical concoction meant to be a non-toxic replacement for the tacky glue of ye olde yester year."
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Post by crowleythesnake on Aug 15, 2012 19:34:00 GMT -5
Natalie readjusted her shirt, placing a spare napkin where the holy water was hitting her bare skin. She sighed slightly as the chitter around her continued. She turned when the man in white decided it would be a good idea to talk to her. She turned, her cold blue eyes focusing on the man in white. She scoffed slightly, hardly liking the way he was dressed. Who dressed in all white anyways? It was asking for some good old wine stains down the front. Natalie adjusted her hair so it was more behind her ears and neck. She thanked the bartender for the drink before turning to the man. "I appreciate the offer and all, but it's been a long night and I'd rather not talk to a stranger." Her tone was sharper than she intended, but something about the man rubbed her the wrong way. Natalie smiled at the man before turning back around to her vodka.
She drank this one much slower than the other one, not feeling a buzz at all, but just enjoying the harsh tang on the back of her throat. She would finish this drink, have one more and then get the hell out of here. She seriously was starting to feel like she was surrounded by angels, and not a thought she really enjoyed having. Her right hand played idly with the strap that was holding her trusty pistol in place. She had a tendency to play with it when she was anxious, and it was always on her, at all times. She smiled softly before sipping down the rest of her vodka with a smirk.
She ignored the rest of the conversations going on around her. Most men had a tendency to be complete lunatics around women, (especially those who looked like she did) and she didn't want to stick around when they got drunk. "Another round please," Natalie asked, pointing at her glass. She sighed. She had been in so many bars, and every time she was in one, she always ended up getting a number form some desperate man. It made her laugh.
((Sorry, my muse is shot. I'm rambling a lot, and I realize that. XD; Sorry!))
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Post by lacrypte on Aug 15, 2012 20:11:40 GMT -5
The bartender gave an amused little huff and got Harry the strongest thing he could find that they had in stock. He slid the drink across the bar top before refilling Natalie's drink. Then last but not least.... finally giving into the white suited man by sliding him a glass.
Enlil cocked his head slightly at the woman, still smiling of course. "Ahh well, some strangers become friends ya know." Enlil said, but then gave a small shrug. "Suit yerself!" Actually he wouldn't drop it, but right now he had a drink. He was happy with just that for right now.
The white suited man gladly took one of the kleenex and gave Harry a good smile. "Ahh thank you! Doubt I'll need anymore, but yeah. You know allergy season. Love to kick the guy 'ho invented it." He said, using it to wipe his face even. He knew there was little point to actually accepting it, but he would of felt rude if he had turned it down. "Hm? Really?" Enlil raised an eyebrow in honest curiosity. No many people really like his suit. He did actually, sure it was hard to keep clean, but it was worth it. Then the tacky comment came in and he turned around. "Whaatt! " He exclaimed before the other went into a babble. He blinked, and blinked, and blinked. "...Wha'd tacky glue to have to with white?" He asked. On the bright side, it distracted him from his suit being called tacky and to the topic of what in the world the color white had to do with glue. "Son you sure you didn't have a few too many to drink?"
(Ohh you're all good! My reply is pretty bad too!)
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Post by aliceapproved on Aug 15, 2012 20:20:30 GMT -5
Magnus' eyes darted around to each individual. "Goodness, you all have problems, don't you?" he flatly stated before taking a big gulp of his drink.
He shivered from the strong sensation. He always hated anything bitter, but it was the only thing that could help numb him up after completing another successful appointment.
He tapped his fingers on the table watching the bickering two men and an awfully cold woman. He couldn't decide if he was reminded of why he loved or hated people. Either way, all were interesting and he wished to analyze them more, find out more of their back stories.
He then snapped his fingers in slight frustration. He forgot his cards at home.
Ah, well. May as well attempt to get hammered and maybe make a new acquaintance.
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Post by sepherene on Aug 15, 2012 21:38:41 GMT -5
Harry stopped talking about glue when he realized he was being addressed again, "Oh nonono, I mean how glue is sometimes white. Well tacky glue is sort of white. Though it does dry clear so I guess that defeats the point of comparing white to glue. Well the point is..." he paused. What was the point anyways? He'd lost himself again. Oh he really hated when that happened. Especially in front of others. It was rather embarrassing. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Calm. Collect yourself. Most people didn't actually want to know what the origins of glue were. Or their relations to White for that matter. Well perhaps if it was a relationship BETWEEN a Mr. White and Ms. Glue while Mrs. White is at home...oh no wait...
Once he felt that he was situated enough to continue, he opened his green eyes again. His expression was entirely apologetic, "Ah, no. I haven't had anything to drink. You could ask the bartender if you wish for clarification. I've only order that wretched Pepsi. I am still rather thirsty, however I don't drink alcohol. Proverbs 23:19-20 - A wise person will not be among the drinkers of alcoholic beverages." he recited, "But I suppose I will be alright. I doubt I'm really thirsty. It's all in the mind you know." Harry pointed to his head and grinned pleasantly.
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