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Post by unfortunatesoul on Sept 23, 2008 21:24:32 GMT -5
Closing time yet? Hardly. The clock just inched it's way to eight, her shift just began, some losers with dull lives were bound to come to the bar and order a drink... or two or three or four. Emma rolled her eyes and smalled her elbows on the table, she made quite sure to wear the black long sleeve today, normally she'd wear the red one on tuesday, but her mind was fumbling and begging her to wear the black. Some wierd voice said it would match her damn mood today. Strange how your mood could make make you wear something off schedule for once huh? Reaching under the counter for a cloth, her sleeve gripped the egde and pulled it up a bit, revealing that hideous scar. Emma frowned and shoved it down again. "Stupid shirt..." Now she wished she would have chosen the red one.... it was longer.
Her hand swept over the counter, running the cloth along the marble gently. What was the point? Drunk people were about to be here any minute now to ruin the cleanliness of the room and fill it with ashes of cigarettes and smog from their breath. Oh the glory of being a bartender/waitress at a popular cafe. Minimun wage, tips sometimes, wow.. this is a luxe life. But hey, someone has to do it right? Wrong. Emma needed more to her life. The problame was what and how to get it? She let out a sigh from deep within her chest that could have been mistaken for a growl. Damn dog in her. It was so demanding and controlling at times, she couldn't even think without any pup images taking over. Stupid life.
Then, there was an itch right under her ear lobe, boy if she was in wolf form, she'd tear that annoying feeling up with her left paw. A smile appeared on her face as her hand went to her ear to scratch lightly. Shame. You love something that you hate to be so much.
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Post by devildriver on Sept 23, 2008 21:34:07 GMT -5
Straker had just gotten of his recent job and decided he needed to go into the town and get something to lighten the mood. Being as it was he walked to the closest main street and followed the crowd so to speak and came to a small little place along the road which he had heard of but never been too. "Hard rock cafe?" he says puzzled a bit and realizing he was in a public place almost took out his little illegal friend and lit up right there. He put away the box and looked towards the rolly polly police man down the street making his way towards Straker. Now, even a normal human could smell the sweet aroma pouring off of him and the cop just seemed like an asshole at the current moment so Straker walked into the cafe.
It was surprisingly dead here which seemed odd to him as he had heard it was quite a popular place. "Are you still open?" he asks in a soft tone waiting for a burly man to yell "Closed" at him and the pair would get in an arguing match followed by a fight, then a few rounds of vodka down at the pub. He was a little unsure of himself and did not want to be caught breaking and entering especially but hey the sign said open did it not? Then how could he be mistaken on whether the store was open or not.
A young woman who was fairly attractive stood at the long bar like bench and seemed to be fumbling with her shirt. His keen senses automatically picked up on her particular scent and it was not human. Not in the least, she was definitely like him which was interesting. He had not met many lycans pretending to be human still and it was refreshing to notice that others liked to feel normal as well. "Hello" he says again in the same bitter-sweet voice and walks towards the bench. |
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Post by unfortunatesoul on Sept 23, 2008 21:47:54 GMT -5
Emma's head popped up at the sound of a door opening. She was used to the noise of the bell, but it wasn't exactly the bell that caught her attention. The scent. Whoever it was, it was another wolf. Emma hadn't been near another wolf since... well, since Jayce bit her. She of course came in contact with others like her but she put her wall up and didn't quite speak. Fear? A bit. Shy? Not quite. She just hated getting attached to anyone in anyway. It hurt once, she'd hate for that to happen again.
The new guy asked if the bar was still open and a retort was going to come out of her mouth asking who in the right mind would close a bar at eight? but instead, she just simply replied to his 'hello' with a smile. "Hi.What can I get you sir?" she pulled a mug from under the bar and put it gently on a napkin on the counter. As he neared closer, the scent was strong and she was sure now that he was Lycanthrope. What kind exaclty? Backstabbing? Friendly? She was indeed curious, her face stayed strong though, not a fracture of change to show her curiosity.
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Post by devildriver on Sept 23, 2008 21:54:38 GMT -5
After catching her glimpse after his salutation he got close and sat at the bar. Her scent was strong and any lycan who was in the city would be sure to know she was one of them. It was interesting and if she was a Lycan she knew what he was as well so there was no reason to play little chit chat too long with her at least. Humans loved to talk about senseless things and he never got used to that fact. He looked at her for a moment. "I am guessing you know what I am as I know what you are" he says for a moment being very blunt. But why would he not be that way? Was there something for him to hide and hiding it from another of his kin.
"My question is why are you working in a dingy place like this? And How long have you been the way you are if you do not mind me asking" he says looking at her trying to be forward and unhindered. He was pretty sure they were alone in the bar at least for now. He could not smell anyone else in here but he had been wrong before. "I am sorry if I am a bit forward, I just do not find many like us serving humans. Its a bit of refreshment if I may say so that some one like me who just wishes a normal-like life exists in our world" he says looking into her eyes trying to dig for answers in her eyes.
His own were a little cold to most people at first glance, but held a glimmer of kindness in them that invited people to let their guards down. He was not trying to do anything with her and did not want to ruin her life, but figure why not have an interesting conversation while he was up and about.
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Post by unfortunatesoul on Sept 23, 2008 22:08:22 GMT -5
"I am guessing you know what I am as I know what you are"
Ah yes. She figured he knew. Her hands went to the glass again and lifted it lightly, running the towel in it over and over. How do you talk to another wolf? It was so strange, and why couldn't she hear his thoughts like Jayce? Her head turned a little to view him better, he looked kind enough so far.. what was the point in ignoring him.
"Yes, I know what you are. And I work ina dingy place like this to pass time. Why not work here? It's perfect." she lied. She hated the job but it was that was up for grabs at the time she was looking for a job. It wasn't her to just open up and start talking to a complete stranger, let alone another wolf, but she was bored and there were no other customers here anyway.
I just do not find many like us serving humans
She wasn't sure about that, though, she hadn't been out of the city for a while, she had no idea what other Lycans were doing nor did she really care. "Well, I guess it's not so bad. What about you? I rarely see 'our kind' come in here for a drink. What brings you here?" Cursiosity killed dear girl, be careful. But Emma felt a bit comfortable talking here with him, it's not like she had anything to hide. Well, besides tha fact that she as a werewolf, her boss would flip out! She put the glass down finally and rested her arms on the counter. He caught her eye, but she looked away quickly. Anyone who looked her in the eye reminded her of Jayce and seing him again would be her death. Or his. Which ever came first.
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Post by devildriver on Sept 27, 2008 20:15:16 GMT -5
It was an interesting setting to observe some one and get to know them quite well. He had heard her own reply and thought for a moment. He caught the scene of the officer passing buy and turned to her again taking out a small lighter and playing with it as he thought for a moment on his own response and how it had been a while since he talked to another of his kin. "I doubt this place is perfect. No such place exists in the sad state of affairs we live in. I mean even my work is not perfect, it has its downsides and risks. There is no such thing I mean." he says rather bluntly. He was a bit of an optimistic cynic to say the least. Believed a person should do what keeps em happy, even if its a huge waste of time.
"Honestly I was just hiding out for a bit. Its a dangerous time for our kind. Poachers and hunters alike after our skin. Oh, forgive my rudeness. My name is Richard Straker of the Westland Boulevard Region" he says mocking a British accent and formal bow. "Come to think of it, I guess I just happened upon the little store here. I did not even expect it to serve booze. Just thought I would chill out here for a bit so to speak. Most of our kind can not control their own blood lust and are consumed by the carnal needs of the animal so refuse to come near civilization. Though there are some fairly large sized dens here. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a lycan or two, but most of our kind are nothing more than dogs running without a leash. So I mean no disrespect, but to just hide in the sewers and have no pride is a little pitiful." he explains calmly.
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Post by unfortunatesoul on Sept 27, 2008 22:49:04 GMT -5
"You're right indeed. No job is perfect, I mean, it pays the bills and gets me extra cash in my pocket." She let out a small laugh as he faked the British accent. "I'm Emma, Sarret. From, well, here I guess. Where haven't I been yet? Hmm. probably easier to say than to name all the places i have lived. It's a pleasure Sir Richard" she did a small curtsee and resumed to grab at the mug aagin and fill it with cola.
"There you go, it's on the house. "She leaned her elbows o nthe counter and rested her head on her hands. "You mean, not all the wolves here are civilized like you and I?" she asked smirking, a mocking tone. It was feverish that all the dogs be civilized, it would never happen. There was always going to be the ones who would prefer to kill and be the real mutts that they are.
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