OOC: GODDAMN IM NOT A DOG DON'T MAKE ME DO THINGS
Seven followed Chell. He had to. The eventually made their way to a pub with a ragged sign above it stating it's name: 'The Raven pub'.
Considering the way Chell had acted so far, he had no idea what to expect from this place. When they went inside, though, it seemed somewhat barren, yet lively enough to seem like a normal pub. Suddenly, completely out of character, Chell shouted, 'Ahoy Chaps! Who's down for some drinkin'?' Seven stared at Chell, now confused as to whether or not this was the real Chell. Were they switched when they came out of the portal? Did she hit her head when he threw her? She called out to him and he sat next to her, a smile on his face. 'Hey, are you okay? Did you hit your head or something? Or was this just a secret side of you that you hid from us?' Seven chuckled slightly, thinking about how odd this seemed. 'Anyways, I don't drink...but, I suppose I can make an exception, since you bothered to drag me out here.' He grabbed the bottle of beer and took a small sip. He had to use all of his willpower to keep his face from turning into a face of disgust. He then raised his bottle up to Chell's face. 'Cheers?'
Eldritch Happenings RP
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Mar 8, 2016 3:41 PM #1441278
Mar 8, 2016 5:14 PM #1441282
Zachary quickly scripted on a piece of paper what he could remember, tacking it onto a wall alongside rudimentary sketches of the monster they had killed, the edge of the portal, and the markings on the floor. The coal sticks grated across the paper and powdered and smeared his hands with its black dust. Finished with it all, he stuck his hands out the small-cut window and washed them in the rain before bringing them back in and let them drip in as he stood in a corner. He didn't wave them about in fear he would speckle the papers he had tacked about and he couldn't fathom the idea of using the mounds of scrap paper strewn about or his robes.
Zachary rubbed his stomach as it growled pitifully and made his way out of his small shack of a house into the pouring rain. The rain soon matted down his hair, clumping into bangs that exposed his iodine-yellow, pink rimmed, crusted eyes. He rubbed them irritated and then wiped the rain off his face before rain trickled down in rivets again. There was an alleyway that connected the backdoors of all the local restaurants and pubs so the trashcans should have some scraps in it. His eyes eerily reflected the slits of light that spilt through slightly ajar window curtains. The dim street lanterns casted his silhouette about as he scurried across the street and into the needed alleyway.
Zach began opening trashcans and picking through, using the metal lid as an umbrella to keep the scraps dry. He looked for anything edible that the insects and the rodents hadn't gotten to you, crusts of bread, the fat and bone of meat, partially spoiled fruits and vegetables. He went from trashcan to trashcan, trying to find enough to fill his stomach.
Zachary rubbed his stomach as it growled pitifully and made his way out of his small shack of a house into the pouring rain. The rain soon matted down his hair, clumping into bangs that exposed his iodine-yellow, pink rimmed, crusted eyes. He rubbed them irritated and then wiped the rain off his face before rain trickled down in rivets again. There was an alleyway that connected the backdoors of all the local restaurants and pubs so the trashcans should have some scraps in it. His eyes eerily reflected the slits of light that spilt through slightly ajar window curtains. The dim street lanterns casted his silhouette about as he scurried across the street and into the needed alleyway.
Zach began opening trashcans and picking through, using the metal lid as an umbrella to keep the scraps dry. He looked for anything edible that the insects and the rodents hadn't gotten to you, crusts of bread, the fat and bone of meat, partially spoiled fruits and vegetables. He went from trashcan to trashcan, trying to find enough to fill his stomach.
Mar 8, 2016 6:37 PM #1441289
She glanced at him as he sat down, hearing what he was saying, but not really caring. When he took the sip, she noticed him tensing unnaturally. Her head slowly turned towards Buster, a grin growing on her face. Ironically, Buster had noticed the same thing, so his reaction was the same.
"Buster? Could you hand me a bottle of tequila, one of rum, one of vodka and one of whiskey?...And a lemon if possible."
"Yes ma'am."
And in the blink of an eye Buster had turned around, gathering all the ingredients Chell had asked. The woman turned back around, facing Seven.
"I said I wanted to kill you. Alongside you I also want to kill today's demons. What better way than this?" she said with nonchalance, smiling at him. She had just enough time to take another sip of her beer before Buster dropped in front of her the 4 bottles. A Smirnoff, a Ballantines 12, a local brand of rum and a bottle of tequila. After lining up the bottles, Buster added to the row a small porcellaine plate with a lemon and a knife and two empty shot glasses. She gently bowed, thanking him. She immediately began mixing the drinks, carefully measuring the doses. In the matter of moments, the two glasses were filled with a brownish substance. Chell pushed the glasses slightly to the side and dragged the plate in front of her. With a quick move she cut the lemon in half and sliced two slices. After dropping the knife, she folded the slices and fit them inside the the glass, soaking the fruit with alcohol. Finally she clapped her hands in satisfaction. Buster clapped his hands, drawing the attention of those standing nearby.
"Alrite laddies, B-52 incoming!" he shouted. Suddenly half of the pub went quiet, pairs of eyes snapping towards the counter. Chell savoured the moment before grabbing her glass. She winked at Seven before chugging that bomb of a drink (lemon included) in one clean swig. An instant later the pub went wild, with most of the present clapping and cheering. Chell slammed her fist on the counter, pounding the shot glass onto the wooden surface. After a small twitch caused by the alcohol she recovered her cool, and turned towards Seven.
"Your turn, honey." The crowd silent in expectation.
"Buster? Could you hand me a bottle of tequila, one of rum, one of vodka and one of whiskey?...And a lemon if possible."
"Yes ma'am."
And in the blink of an eye Buster had turned around, gathering all the ingredients Chell had asked. The woman turned back around, facing Seven.
"I said I wanted to kill you. Alongside you I also want to kill today's demons. What better way than this?" she said with nonchalance, smiling at him. She had just enough time to take another sip of her beer before Buster dropped in front of her the 4 bottles. A Smirnoff, a Ballantines 12, a local brand of rum and a bottle of tequila. After lining up the bottles, Buster added to the row a small porcellaine plate with a lemon and a knife and two empty shot glasses. She gently bowed, thanking him. She immediately began mixing the drinks, carefully measuring the doses. In the matter of moments, the two glasses were filled with a brownish substance. Chell pushed the glasses slightly to the side and dragged the plate in front of her. With a quick move she cut the lemon in half and sliced two slices. After dropping the knife, she folded the slices and fit them inside the the glass, soaking the fruit with alcohol. Finally she clapped her hands in satisfaction. Buster clapped his hands, drawing the attention of those standing nearby.
"Alrite laddies, B-52 incoming!" he shouted. Suddenly half of the pub went quiet, pairs of eyes snapping towards the counter. Chell savoured the moment before grabbing her glass. She winked at Seven before chugging that bomb of a drink (lemon included) in one clean swig. An instant later the pub went wild, with most of the present clapping and cheering. Chell slammed her fist on the counter, pounding the shot glass onto the wooden surface. After a small twitch caused by the alcohol she recovered her cool, and turned towards Seven.
"Your turn, honey." The crowd silent in expectation.
Mar 8, 2016 6:46 PM #1441290
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Mar 8, 2016 6:49 PM #1441291
Chell didn't seem to care what Seven did, but apparently, she noticed him flinch. Within seconds, a shot glass of a brown liquid that the bartender called a 'B-52' was sitting in front of him. When Chell downed it, Seven wasn't too impressed, since he'd never had it before, but the pub seemed to erupt in applause and screams. Then it all suddenly went quiet. "Your turn, honey."
Seven smirked. He didn't have a place he belonged to, and he wasn't very rich, so he used to scavenge quite a bit. Sometimes, he came across some...unpleasant things. Therefore, he had no sense of taste, and he could take anything when it came to eating, or in this case drinking.
In one quick swipe, he grabbed the glass and downed the entire thing, and then slamming it on the table. He cleared his throat, and then said, 'Hey, that wasn't too bad.'
Seven smirked. He didn't have a place he belonged to, and he wasn't very rich, so he used to scavenge quite a bit. Sometimes, he came across some...unpleasant things. Therefore, he had no sense of taste, and he could take anything when it came to eating, or in this case drinking.
In one quick swipe, he grabbed the glass and downed the entire thing, and then slamming it on the table. He cleared his throat, and then said, 'Hey, that wasn't too bad.'
Mar 8, 2016 7:01 PM #1441292
People stared in confusion as Gaius strolled around the main hub of the town, thinking that someone should call the police, or at least run away. He heard a rowdy commotion coming from the watering hole (pub) of the town, and thought, "My guess would be that at least one person that was with me is in here now." He opened the door with a slam to see the man who called himself Seven down a glass of dark liquid. Realizing how tired has was, even after apparently sleeping, he gave up his quest of gathering all the people who left in exchange for getting a drink. He attempted to go around the bar to avoid Seven, and from the corner of the bar, ordered a few shots of Balkan vodka.
Mar 8, 2016 7:03 PM #1441293
The crowd immediately went bonkers as soon as Seven's glass touched the counter. Chell had glanced over to Buster: both had the same, surprised look on their face. The man nodded at her, sort of saying this guy ain't bad, to which she replied with a very similar nod and expression. She turned towards him, a big smile on her face, putting her hand forward.
"Chell Stravinsky at your fucking service, you goddamn dickhead." she cheerfully said.
"Chell Stravinsky at your fucking service, you goddamn dickhead." she cheerfully said.
Mar 8, 2016 7:32 PM #1441295
Seven turned away from the crowd to look at Chell and shook her hand. However, his calm demeanour had disappeared. He was visibly in pain, but hid it enough that only Chell could notice it.'Aha, ha, thank-you...' He grinned, a drop of sweat rolling down his face. Now his calm demeanour returning, he looked to the bartender and smiled, and then looked at Chell and said,'I'm, uh, just gonna excuse myself. I haven't pissed ever since I got here, haha...'. Seven slowly got up and walked out the back door, after asking the bartender. He went outside, took a breather, and then put his hands on his knees. 'That was, uh, intense.' he said, to no one in particular. After a quick...session, Seven stood upright and cleaned his mouth. He was about to go back inside, when he spotted a dirty looking young man. 'Zach?' He called out. He seemed to be scavenging for food in the trash cans. 'There's a pub right here, you know, if you're hungry.' he said, and then coughed a bit.
Mar 8, 2016 7:39 PM #1441296
Zach turned around and placed the lid back on. He washed his hands in a puddle before trying to interact with Seven. He patted his pockets and shook his head, trying to indicate that he had no money, nor did he have his notepad or coal stick as they would be useless in the rain. He was glad the backalleys were dark as that the man would not be able to see his eyes. He didn't know how to communicate any better and so just pointed at the pub, then at his pockets, then shaking his head. He repeated the process a few more times before just standing there. He could smell the stench of alcohol radiating off the pile of bile and could guess what all the cheering was about. Seven must've been an unfortunate participant of a drinking contest, or worse a drinking experiment. His stomach gurgled a bit, reminding him why he was there to begin with and turned to go back to scavenging.
Mar 8, 2016 7:45 PM #1441298
Chell and Buster observed as Seven began to give into the effects of the drink, but neither of them showed that they had 'noticed'. As soon as Seven had left the counter and turned the corner, Chell reached for her beer bottle, taking a sip from it.
"He's going to vomit in the alleyway."
"Yep." Buster's face was pure disappointment. He leaned forward, taking the bottles and putting them behind him on a smaller counter. "Guy's a bit of a showoff."
"Yeah, and he's been bothering me all day. I even smashed him in the groin, yet he still continued to be a prick." Chell's voice was blank and emotionless, her face equally as blank as her voice. She took another sip of the beer after finishing the sentence. Buster had turned around to collect the plate and clean the counter a bit.
"Don't you think you were a bit cruel, though? Kid was obviously not a drinker." his voice expressed concern, but Chell's expression remained impassible.
"Had to teach him a lesson. Violence didn't, maybe this will."
"You are so much like your father. Alcohol over violence or diplomacy." Buster turned around again, throwing the lemon into the garbage can and sliding the plate and the knife into the sink.
"Family habits." she stated shrugging, taking another sip of her beer and awaiting for Seven's return.
"He's going to vomit in the alleyway."
"Yep." Buster's face was pure disappointment. He leaned forward, taking the bottles and putting them behind him on a smaller counter. "Guy's a bit of a showoff."
"Yeah, and he's been bothering me all day. I even smashed him in the groin, yet he still continued to be a prick." Chell's voice was blank and emotionless, her face equally as blank as her voice. She took another sip of the beer after finishing the sentence. Buster had turned around to collect the plate and clean the counter a bit.
"Don't you think you were a bit cruel, though? Kid was obviously not a drinker." his voice expressed concern, but Chell's expression remained impassible.
"Had to teach him a lesson. Violence didn't, maybe this will."
"You are so much like your father. Alcohol over violence or diplomacy." Buster turned around again, throwing the lemon into the garbage can and sliding the plate and the knife into the sink.
"Family habits." she stated shrugging, taking another sip of her beer and awaiting for Seven's return.
Mar 8, 2016 7:47 PM #1441299
It seemed Seven was right, judging from Zach's body motions. Since it was raining, Seven assumed that he couldn't use his notepad, which was why he was doing his little dance. 'Hey,*cough* kiddo, you can come with me, and I'll get you something, that sound good?' Zach went back to scavenging, assuming Seven wouldn't buy him anything. 'Here, follow me.' He walked back inside and indicated Zach to come in, before waving at Chell and then pointing back to Zach.
Mar 8, 2016 7:56 PM #1441300
Chell noticed a figure waving at him from the back. It didn't take a genius to understand that was Seven, even with the lack of light. He seemed to be pointing at somebody else in the alley. With her beer in hand, she stepped down from the barstool and walked up to Seven, spotting Zach in the rain, soaking wet.
"What are you doing here? I thought you left. Gods, come inside." she stated, her voice filled with concern and , somewhat, compassion. Chell stepped back inside, walking up to the counter but not sitting down.
"Buster I need a dry blanket and some tea. Emergency."
"Got it. Give me a couple of minutes." Buster popped the bar door open and ran up a narrow spiral staircase leading to the upper floor.
"What are you doing here? I thought you left. Gods, come inside." she stated, her voice filled with concern and , somewhat, compassion. Chell stepped back inside, walking up to the counter but not sitting down.
"Buster I need a dry blanket and some tea. Emergency."
"Got it. Give me a couple of minutes." Buster popped the bar door open and ran up a narrow spiral staircase leading to the upper floor.
Mar 8, 2016 8:05 PM #1441301
The boy looked at Seven as he pointed in, seeming to indicate to someone else. Soon Chell came out and ordered him to come in and the boy wordlessly followed. He came in and shut his eyes, squinting even at the low brightness. Soon his eyes adjusted and his yellow eyes danced about, absorbing everything around him before he followed Chell to the bar and stood there awkwardly. Using water, he sloppily tried to write on the bar's surface. "Sit?" The water trail stopped before he could dot the i but he continued and finished the question. His robes were as drenched as his hair as droplets fell on the floor, soon creating a puddle around him.
Mar 8, 2016 8:46 PM #1441304
Chell stood there, leaning on the counter as she waited for Buster to come back. She later noticed Zach's attempts to communicate.
"Yes, of course. Sit on one of the stools." she stated pointing at the row of stools around the counter. Moments later Buster stomped his way back, carrying a thick red wool blanket and a small metallic box. He immediately slide past the bar door and slammed the blanket in front of Zach, whom was obviously the one in need of aid.
"Help yourself, mate. The tea will be ready soon." he said, his voice almost as magnanimous as Chell's, but in its own way Buster turned around and began to heat up the kettle for the tea. He glanced over to Seven, a wide, proud smirk on his face.
"Do you need a freshner as well, tough guy?" he spoke mockingly as he poured water into the kettle. Chell couldn't help herself but grin and giggle.
"Yes, of course. Sit on one of the stools." she stated pointing at the row of stools around the counter. Moments later Buster stomped his way back, carrying a thick red wool blanket and a small metallic box. He immediately slide past the bar door and slammed the blanket in front of Zach, whom was obviously the one in need of aid.
"Help yourself, mate. The tea will be ready soon." he said, his voice almost as magnanimous as Chell's, but in its own way Buster turned around and began to heat up the kettle for the tea. He glanced over to Seven, a wide, proud smirk on his face.
"Do you need a freshner as well, tough guy?" he spoke mockingly as he poured water into the kettle. Chell couldn't help herself but grin and giggle.
Mar 8, 2016 8:53 PM #1441305
The boy looked at the tea then at Chell, tugging her sleeve to get her attention. He shook his head and patted his pockets before once again trying to write on the counter a dollar sign then slashing it to indicate he had no means to pay for any of this. He hoped the blanket at least would be free hopefully as he could feel the cold soaking in and settling. He draped the large swath of cloth around him and drew it in tightly. Zach grabbed a corner and began rubbing it on his head to dry it. Coming into the pub was a bad idea, the smell of cooked food was making his stomach squirm in hunger. He hoped Seven meant what he said about paying for him. He looked at Seven and wrote on the counter a dollar sign followed by a question mark.