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Post by Peg Leg Larry on Jun 30, 2007 20:40:24 GMT -5
Larry wandered into the Shirly Meg ,his favorite tavern, and looked around. This was the barest he had ever seen it; he preferred it this way. He would finally be able to think to himself and congratulate himself on finding such a good lookin' ship with such a good captain. Larry was just glad that he had gotten off The Wisher, it had been getting a wee bit uncomfortable; and he should've been smart enough to see that it would. Larry's father had been gettin' senile in his old age, so much so that one night the crew cornered Larry and asked him what the captain's weaknesses were, they was plannin' a mutiny. Of course they delivered some thingy-and-bull story about how after it was done he would, of course, become captain directly afterward. Larry might have a few holes in him from recent and long-ago battles, but he's still sharp enough, he saw that he had to get off of that ship fast. So he left The Wisher, along with it's insane captain and mutinous crew, and never looked back."Mr.Smith"the bartender, Tom, was talking to him; Larry hadn't even realized that he had sat down, he was further confused that 1)the bartender knew his name and that 2) he had been called "Mr.Smith"; he had never in his life been called Mr. Smith, or Mr. anything for that matter. "Larry," Tom coaxed again,using his first name this time, how did he know that, "Are yeh gonna buy somethin' er jus' sit there lika softie?" "Alright," Larry growled at the cheeky bartender," Give me a shota yur stronges' stuff," relizing that the strongest stuff that Tom had was probably just one step below killin' yourself he added, "On second thought, Tom, lemme jus' have the usual." Tom gave him a strange look and Larry looked poisonously back, so Tom just started mixing drinks it almost seemed randomly. Larry hadn't been here long enough to have a usual, he had just wandered into the friendliest looking bar he had seen; he knew Tom's name because he was one of the few bartenders in the world who wore a name tag. "Here ya go," said Tom, and with one last look in Larry's direction, he went off serve the one other person that was in the bar besides Larry. He took a sip of what Tom had handed him, grimace, and put the tall glass down quickly again; he had been mixing drinks together randomly, not even drinks that remotely went together either. Ah well, Larry thought, at least I'm finally alone. He had the strange feeling that he was waiting for somebody, anybody would have done; it was strange because he had never longed for human contact (He didn't count barkeeps as human, he though that they looked suspiciously like aliens, God he has to stop thinking that way or it's going to get him hurt someday.) So he just sat there, waiting for a complete stranger ,he certainly hoped it was nobody he knew, everyone he knew before he left The Wisher wanted to kill him. [/color]
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Post by Ghosty Elizabeth on Jun 30, 2007 20:58:09 GMT -5
((uuh, i'll make the bio in a bit latr..))
Dave ((braindead for names so i'm just takin da 1st 1 2 come 2 mind, heh heh ;D)) walked into the bar, looking tired and unenthusiastic about anything. "Tom" he barked. "Give me the usual" Dave came here often enough. Ever since he had gotten sacked from his only job that brought food for him and his recently lost son, he had taken to drinking here often. He drank everywhere often. Sometimes, he came in hope that he'd take in a bit too much... He just wanted to be away from this place. Not life, he could maybe live with that a bit longer. He just wanted to start new somewhere.. unfortunatly, he was once again sacked and had almost no money, certainly not enough to get out of here. So, he spent the little he had at bars, as if he had anything else to spend it on.
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Post by Peg Leg Larry on Jun 30, 2007 23:12:36 GMT -5
Larry looked over at the new-comer, actually he didn't sound like a new-comer, the way he shouted at Tom. He vaugley recongnized the dirty, drunk, fat(according to Larry who is umhealthily skinny) man. He was a big hygenist and didn't care much for people who didn't have enough self-esteem to shower, they seemed to think that nobody would notice them if they were clean so they had to announce themselves with repulsive oders that offend people in the next bar over. "Hello," Larry grunted, he wasn't unfriendly, but this guy didn't seem to be the guy that you wanted to get to friendly with, Larry thought that it would be very easy for the big (by Larry's standards) man to beat him up and take everthing he owned. [/color]
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Post by Ghosty Elizabeth on Jul 1, 2007 11:55:06 GMT -5
"hi" Dave grumbled, hardly even noticing Larry. He just took the drink and gulped it down, his eyes clouded. Maybe this was what he was destined for, maybe not. But either way, he was there.
((aaaaaaah! im blank again!!!! nooooo!))
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Post by Peg Leg Larry on Jul 1, 2007 14:27:41 GMT -5
"Where ya headin'," Larry was taken aback by the lack of conversation topics, he was usually a master at conversation. "Ah, well," Larry muttered to himself, he was falling back into the habit that made him a susupect for bullying in his childhood; talking to himself," This guy doesn't seem to be much of a conversationist-wit himself, so why am I worrying about something to say when this baffoon doesn't seem to be able to string two words together when it doesn't result in immedient gulping of a drink." Larry didn't know that he was talking out loud. [/color]
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Post by Ghosty Elizabeth on Jul 1, 2007 14:32:58 GMT -5
Dave stared at him, and stood up, glowering over Larry. He was taller than he seemed. "Where I be headin aint be nun o' ur bsnss!" he grumbled. "And it aint be nun o' ur bsnss tlkn the way ya do, either!"
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Post by Peg Leg Larry on Jul 1, 2007 14:49:14 GMT -5
"Wha?" Larry looked up suprised. "What do you mean?! I didn't mean to offend you." Jesus Christ this guy is a lunatic, though larry frantically. Then he relized that he must have been talking out loud, and he ( a formidably 7foot, what he lacked in weight he made up in height) and said, "Yer know, I didn' mean ter offend ya," finished Larry in what he hoped was a polite tone, you could never be to careful with these guys. [/color]
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Post by Ghosty Elizabeth on Jul 1, 2007 15:08:04 GMT -5
Dave's gray eyes seemed to burn darker. "Ya dint did ya? Well, I be beleavin a rat like ya when i be dead!" he pulled from his pocket the gun he always kept and pointed it toward Larry. He wasnt going to shoot. After all, he had no bullets ((see bio, Dave, history. lol, i always wanted to do that! it sounds like a dictionary, lol!)) but Larry didnt have to know that. The gun still made the same clicking noises, though they didnt sound exactly like when it was loaded. Either way, a gun was a gun and if this guy provoced ((ooh, big word!)) him any more, bullets or none he'd find a way to kill him.
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Post by Peg Leg Larry on Jul 1, 2007 15:22:00 GMT -5
Larry peered down the end of the barrel, Darn ( ) he thought, why can't I have learned more about guns and less about swords [Larry is a master swordsman, but he can hardly find the trigger on a gun.] "Well," sighed Larry his hand itching to get to his dagger that he always kept inside his boot, and the other one inside his jacket, "I am seriously hoping that that gun either has the saftey on, or no bullets, or you are just a good enough person not to kick, or in this case shoot, a man when he's down," Larry finished in a hopful voice that implyed that he didn't believe any of these. "I am also very much hoping that you will allow me to buy you as many drinks as you can guzzle," well, as a manner of speaking larry didn't have any money yet so he was hoping either that Tom couldn't run very fast or that this formidable looking man would just leave him alone; this is what I get for trying to be friendly and saying "hi". [/color]
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Post by Ghosty Elizabeth on Jul 1, 2007 15:27:19 GMT -5
Dave snickered, his mouth curving in a way meant to be a smile. "Ya be scared, eh? Ya think I Wont shoot if I feel pity? I'll shoot a child ifen I have to!" He clicked the gun, almost forgetting about his slight bullet problem. The last words Larry had spoken seeped into his skull, making him a bit less angry, but that small amount of anger lost was replaced by a memory that he had long been trying to forget. "I dont aint needen no drink money" he grumbled. "I be needen some MONEY money"
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Post by Peg Leg Larry on Jul 1, 2007 15:32:27 GMT -5
Larry sighed, "Fine then, yes I am scared spitless. I will give you some, oh how did you say it, oh yes, 'MONEY money' if you promise that you put the gun down, and drink with me; and have a civilized conversation." Larry hoped that he hadn't sounded snooty, he had forgotten all about using fake bad english [he was persnickity about english and was having a very hard time not correcting this man, but he somehow didn't think that that would go over very well] [/color]
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Post by Ghosty Elizabeth on Jul 1, 2007 15:36:47 GMT -5
Dave put the gun down. "Civilized, eh?" his rough voice rumbled deep in his throat. "Ye be very, how ya sayed it, `civilized` fer sumwun round here in a bar" he mocked.
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Post by Peg Leg Larry on Jul 1, 2007 15:42:32 GMT -5
"Ah, erm,"Larry stumbled over the words, he had noticed that Tom was watching him suspiciously, "That is not a matter of great importance," Larry, giving up the charade entirly. "Will you let me buy drinks?" said Larry, sitting down. Larry was just glad that the man (Dave hasn't introduced himself yet) had put down the gun. [/color]
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Post by Ghosty Elizabeth on Jul 1, 2007 15:45:42 GMT -5
Dave put the gun back in his ragged pocket, eyeing Larry with his fancy talk. "Ya can, if ye be wantn to so badly" he decided. One less drink to cost him.
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Post by Peg Leg Larry on Jul 1, 2007 15:51:00 GMT -5
"Thank you," Larry was very relived. "My name is Peg Leg Larry Smith, but just call me Larry." Larry had a terrible habit of being over friendly, he hoped he wasn't doing it now.
((sorry it's so short)) [/color]
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Post by Ghosty Elizabeth on Jul 1, 2007 15:53:36 GMT -5
((lolz, it be ok. Im ok with short.. lol))
"Dave" Dave replied, keeping his gaze firmly on Larry. "Larry, eh? Strong name fer sumwun like ye"
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Post by Peg Leg Larry on Jul 1, 2007 15:59:46 GMT -5
"Um...thanks?"Larry replied uncertaily. "What'll you have? Oy, Tom! Can I have Jack?" Larry was very happy that Dave had responded to free drinks. [/color]
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Post by Ghosty Elizabeth on Jul 1, 2007 17:01:22 GMT -5
"I'll have a _____" ((srry, dont kno much of ales back then.. that or i dont kno bout the kinds of ales they'd be drinkin in a bar here.. lol)) Dave Ordered, still keeping close attention to Larry. He wasnt going to fall for a single trick that this guy could possibly pull on him.
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Post by Peg Leg Larry on Jul 1, 2007 18:02:25 GMT -5
Larry noticed Dave looking at him, "I'm not going to pull anything you know." Larry gave a little chuckle," I invited you for a drink so that you wouldn't kill me, do you really think that I'd try anything stupid?! What kind of moron do you think I am?!" Larry's statement ended in a shout, his temper was rising fast, this was a bad thing; he might be able to outrun this guy but certainly not beat him in a fist fight. But he could not get rid of the feeling of anger and betrayal, he freakin' offers this retard a drink and then he insults him! What kind of person is that frugging rude?! [/color]
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Post by Ghosty Elizabeth on Jul 1, 2007 18:50:14 GMT -5
((a strange 1 is the answer 2 that question ;D))
"Not a vrry brit wun I'd say" Dave growled, his fingers slwoly creeping toward his pocket.
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