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Post by Madoc Wythers on Mar 13, 2012 22:06:40 GMT
Madoc snorted. "Word of advice, if you're going to go with one of the law-guys, go for the EHPD. Alright, the captain is mental and the second-in-command is like somebodies vampire mother, but they're... well, human. The Night Watch on the other hand, they're mostly non-humans and they have some very questionable ideas about people's rights. Plus, I imagine they get shot at the most. They sure do most of the shooting, anyway."
He shrugged. "Still, your choice I guess." He slapped the mop down on the floor, dumped his cleaning supplies and got to work.
<Edit: BTW this isn't me being anti-Night Watch. It's just how Madoc thinks, especially after the Carla fiasco.>
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Post by William Dane on Mar 13, 2012 23:53:59 GMT
"I might just take you up on that suggestion" William replied as he folded up the kitchen roll and began to wipe up the vomit that was spattered across the floor.
Dear god William hated his sense of smell. the scent that rose from the vomit nearly made him contribute his own to the pungent ichor that surrounded him, but alas it was a pain he had to endure for him to make at least a few acquaintances in this town.
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Post by Madoc Wythers on Mar 14, 2012 21:46:23 GMT
"Personally, I think you're nuts either way." Madoc said conversationally as he mopped. "I mean, chasing down criminals, all that running about and shooting at stuff... nah. Far too much effort." He glanced over at William.
"You ok? You look like you're about to hurl."
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Post by William Dane on Mar 14, 2012 23:24:28 GMT
"I'll be fine" William said stifling a fit of coughs that were brimming in his lungs, "I've always had a good sense of smell, so this is the pain i must bare for such a gift"
As he said this he went on one knee in attempt to be melodramatic but ended up screwing himself over by sticking his knee in a rogue trickle of vomit "....Shit..." he cussed as he began to wipe the stuff off his knee.
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Post by Madoc Wythers on Mar 15, 2012 18:02:04 GMT
"Ah you poor bloke." Madoc shook his head sympathetically. Then his face broke into a grin and he let out a short laugh. "Nope, pretty sure it's still puke," he grinned. He dumped his mop into a waiting bucket and rinsed it.
"I think that's it. He's got another thing coming if he thinks I'm scrubbing the bowls." He cringed. "I have limits."
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Post by William Dane on Mar 15, 2012 18:45:23 GMT
"I can agree on that" William chuckled "Besides you dont wanna clean up a second contribution of vomit do you?" While there was some tone of comedy in his reply he was also serious, he was about to hurl
He dumped the kitchen into a nearby bin and stepped out of the loos before taking a deep breath of the 'fresh' pub air.
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Post by Madoc Wythers on Mar 20, 2012 16:35:44 GMT
Madoc shook his head. "Oh hell no." He gathered up the cleaning supplies and followed William out of the toilets. "Puke's gone." He told Felix cheerily, settling back at the bar. "So Will - mind if I call you Will? - what brings you to Edgehaven?"
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Post by William Dane on Mar 21, 2012 12:17:09 GMT
"Well i've just got back from spending two years in america" He replied taking a seat next to Madoc at the bar "so I find myself with no place to live which means i have to take what i can get in other words a place in Edgehaven"
"Oh and call me what ever you like" William chuckled as he leaned on the bar.
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Post by Madoc Wythers on Mar 24, 2012 18:14:32 GMT
Madoc chuckled. "You have nowhere to live, so you come to the most dangerous place in the UK because it's cheap? Why didn't you go live in... I dunno, some little dump in Wales? Or Scotland. Nobody wants to live there, house prices are crazy-low." He shrugged.
"You know, I've never been to America," he added, before leaning bodily over the bar and fetching out his cigarettes and ashtray from where Felix had hidden them. "Every now and then I think I'd like to go, but then I remember all the crap you hear on the news and I change my mind." He re-lit the partially-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and took a drag.
"so," he blew a cloud of smoke over his shoulder."what's it really like then? The old US of A?"
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Post by Dillon Rickman on Mar 25, 2012 10:54:05 GMT
"Call you whatever you like!? Now this conversation is interesting!" Dillon exploded from one of his periods of complete silence. "So, Bongo the Flying Monkey Queen of Fertility, you've got important lessons to learn! Firstly, if a girl says there's a giant spider in the bathroom in Edgehaven, it doesn't mean the same as it does in the rest of the country." He turned to Madoc and Felix. "Gentlemen. I believe our pact to not mention the Shelob incident is still in place?" He said with his best important tones.
Of course, what the hell he was talking about was anybody's guess.
"Secondly, a hatstand runs the local enforcement agency. Don't trust it! It only has one hat! What kind of hatstand is that!?"
"America huh? I've been to America!" Dillon paused for a moment, as if he was struggling to remember something. "Or possibly I saw it on TV. One of the two."
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Post by Madoc Wythers on Mar 26, 2012 19:54:13 GMT
Madoc giggled. "Bongo. I like it! Nice one, Dil." he nodded sagely, "We're never mentioning that one ever again." He looked at William, rolled his eyes and mouthed "no idea". He'd learnt that it was best not to argue with the Slayer - it just got even more confusing.
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Post by Steven Fitzgerald on Mar 28, 2012 10:49:14 GMT
((Continued from the Wandering Thread))
It was at that moment that Steven decided to walk in.
In such a state of depression was he, that he ignored what he assumed to be just ordinary drunken conversation. Unaware that it was apparently morning in this town of eternal night.
Quickly he made his way over to the bar and paused for a moment as if deciding something before just simply leaning against it. Quickly his eyes did a survey of the room, the way his mother had told him too, scanning everywhere looking for the tiniest thing out of place that might be a clue to the beginnings of a great story. Even though he did this almost on instinct his brain didn't flag that the place was in complete despair as if someone had decided to have a drunk fight with a demon.
The pubs clientele seemed to be the usual Edgehaven mob of which Steven hoped he now fitted into. No longer did he openly stare at things in which he thought were odd yet everyone else just took for granted, now he just took a photo of them and tried to get them to submit to an interview.
With a sigh as he thought of his soon to be diminished Journalism carrier, he managed to summon up a pair of words.
"Whiskey please." He stated.
His brain for once helping him as it added the please, after all he had already been chased by one (what he assumed to be) drunken brawler and he didn't really wish it to happen a second time.
Plus as his mother had told him. Manners cost nothing. Suppressing a groan as all his mind could do was tell him things about his parents who he'd soon have to face to announce his failure he waited for his drink to arrive.
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Felix Dolohov
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Post by Felix Dolohov on Mar 28, 2012 22:33:06 GMT
Felix smiled and nodded to Madoc, pulling away from where he had been using Zack as a convenient leaning post and pillow in order to get a few seconds of shut eye while Dillon was, for once, blissfully quiet. He didn't want to make William uncomfortable, usually he wouldn't care but he didn't need any further headaches.
"Thanks Madoc, I'll clean the rest up before the usual mob come crawling in," he said gathering up the cleaning supplies they had used and taking them behind the bar. He would clean and rinse them out and return them once all was said and done.
Then a somewhat vaguely familiar face came in. Felix's eyes flicked to the man's camera and pegged him, almost immediately, as some form of reporter. Fucking hell, he knew Carla would do something like this. He didn't want this, he hated this. Fucking drama bullshit!!
Then he took a closer look. The poor bastard looked tired and run down.
He almost decided to be nice before he remembered how much trouble that got him into last time. Last time he'd been nice, he had his pub shot at, his bestfriend nearly shot at, his lesser half electrocuted, Kana wondering around (that had been less painful than he had anticipated), and got mindraped by the Night Watch.
The please was what did it though.
He sighed and ignored the fact that technically they hadn't opened yet and wouldn't be serving alcohol for another two hours. The poor bastard looked like he could do with that drink.
"Single or a Double?" he asked moving to get the required glass and bottle.
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Post by Steven Fitzgerald on Mar 28, 2012 22:47:12 GMT
The question only had one answer in Stevens mind. He'd have the bottle! But as he wasn't offered it he decided that the double was defiantly the better of the two options.
"Double please." He managed to get out.
Slowly Stevens hands fumbled into his back trouser pocket and produced a brown leather wallet that had seen better days. As he opened it several major credit cards could be seen along with a decent amount of notes of different denominations. Selecting one at seemingly at random, Steven placed a twenty on the bar before him.
Usually the London born photographer was cautious about showing his cash, especially in Edgehaven, where he had learnt that the towns residence would sometimes attack you just encase you happened to have some form of currency upon you. But because of the state of mind he was in, he just didn't care anymore.
All Steven could think about, bar the sweet blessed relief of alcohol, was that as every second ticked by that was a second closer to him losing his job.
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Felix Dolohov
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Post by Felix Dolohov on Mar 28, 2012 22:53:50 GMT
Definitely had a bad day if he was that careless.
Wordlessly, Felix poured the required amount, not bothering with any ice and set the glass down in front of him before taking the money and gathering up the appropriate change.
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