Salem Oldwood
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but are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
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Post by Salem Oldwood on Dec 8, 2009 2:11:25 GMT
Salem sighed, pushing open the door.
The atmosphere was warm and cheerful: the bartender, a woman with gigantic knockers, stopped cleaning one of the glasses to wave at the two as they entered before going back to her work. Only a couple people were inside today; it was eight, and the pub would be closing in a couple hours.
"Here. It's not really well known by most of the FMS students... it's called Kappa's Shell, I think." Salem explained, sitting down and emptying his steals onto the table, examining them. Tomorrow, he'd go back and get the collar... and he'd bring a bigger jacket, too. "It's pretty good priced, far as I can tell. Can't say anything about the drinks..." |
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 8, 2009 2:15:53 GMT
Mayu followed Salem, checking to see if anyone was here that would recognize her. This had been her hunting ground for a week or so, but it had gotten old and fast. She sighed with relief as she saw no one, sliding into a chair by Salem. "You don't drink?...." she asked, puzzled. He had seemed like the type who would, or maybe he was just talking about the prices of the drinks. It was all very confusing.
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Salem Oldwood
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but are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
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Post by Salem Oldwood on Dec 8, 2009 2:20:04 GMT
"Yeah. Alcohol isn't really my poison."
Salem paused, gave a small shudder and reached into one of his many pockets, retrieving a box of cigarettes. He paused, wiggled the box, smirked.
"These here... these are what I prefer."
He took one out, snapped his fingers to light the fire on it, and took a deep breath in, before letting it out. It floated into the air, turned into a butterfly, and vanished.
"The best cigarettes hands can buy." he joked. |
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 8, 2009 2:40:48 GMT
"I have no poison of choice, never done anything like that." Mayu admitted, feeling suddenly dumb around him. How could he seem so much older then herself? It was like she was fourteen again and her brother was teaching her about clothing. She noticed the small shudder, and the vast amount of pockets in his jacket. If he could pull out a truck from there, it wouldn't surprise her.
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Salem Oldwood
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but are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
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Post by Salem Oldwood on Dec 8, 2009 5:13:02 GMT
"Ahh, well. Guess some people are more resistant to stuff like that. Good on ya."
He smirked, took another drag of the cigarette. This time, the smoke was in the shape of a dog. It barked, ran circles, vanished.
"So... what'cha best at?" |
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 8, 2009 20:27:28 GMT
"What do you mean?" she asked, watching the dog made of smoke. He seemed to be able to manipulate objects without an incantation. But then again, most students already could. It was always a hassle to say the whole spell, though a spell said was stronger that what most students did here. She smiled, could they really do magic here?
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Salem Oldwood
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but are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
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Post by Salem Oldwood on Dec 9, 2009 1:04:22 GMT
"Have you chosen to focus on a subject yet? Or do you just have a knack for things?"
Salem glanced at her, mischief sparkling in his eyes. Two more people entered the pub, causing Salem to turn around, though only for a second. Still, it was enough time to reveal a curving black tattoo on the back of his neck. He turned back soon enough, still smiling.
"Honestly, I still haven't chosen what I want to do. Maybe I'll just do everything." |
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 9, 2009 1:38:59 GMT
"Nice tattoo." she commented, smiling at him. Mayu wondered for a second before deciding her answer. "Just a knack for things." she said after a smile. Maybe she would get a tattoo, she was thinking of getting it near her eyebrow, just some swirling lines. But then she could always just get one on her arm, or like Salem did and on the back of her neck.
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Salem Oldwood
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but are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
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Post by Salem Oldwood on Dec 9, 2009 1:42:19 GMT
There was a silence.
"Tattoo...?" Salem questioned faintly, voice barely a whisper, and then he stood up, suddenly. His chair clattered to the floor, loudly, causing the bar to fall into a hush.
"I need to go." Salem announced, and promptly turned on his heel, walking briskly towards the exit. "It was a pleasure meeting you, miss. Sorry I had to cut this short."
The mark on the back of his neck, still visible, waved at Mayu as he promptly exited into the cold. The bar was silent for a long while, before the bartender sighed and continued to fill up her glasses. The chatter slowly returned. |
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 9, 2009 2:11:25 GMT
Mayu sighed, standing up from the table. She walked over slowly to his chair and picked it up, trying to keep her face straight and even. She wouldn't allow herself to feel anything, guys just weren't into her. Mayu smiled at the bartender as she exited, pulling out her phone to text Diane.
-Finished-
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