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Post by alayna on Jan 8, 2006 9:23:57 GMT -5
A young girl of around 20 or so entered the bar soon after the man. Her curious face peered around the door before she even took a step inside. The tavern seemed quiet enough so she gavea shrug and let the door close with a bang. She then walked gingerly towards a table, her steps were small and slow. The girls dark eyes would give glances to the surrounding punters every so often while she sat at the table. Her nimble fingers were fumbling in her pockets as she was approched by the barman. She knew full well she had nothing to pay with so she gave him a weak smile and muttered "Just a glass of water please"
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Post by carriondawn on Jan 9, 2006 13:29:48 GMT -5
The water was provided to her in a plastic cup that had clearly been washed and re-used many times. Klamath was generaly pretty light on crime but it was pretty light on money too. The water was a little merky but clearly potable. It was the fortune of high levels in the well that the water was free. Water could become a precious commoddity when the well ran dry. ((to avoid confusion, carrie is not employed at the golden gecko, this is an NPC post))
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Post by alayna on Jan 10, 2006 11:33:54 GMT -5
Alayna took the glass of water in a cautious hand and nodded to the barman. Her dark eyes followed him untill he returned behind the bar. She then let out a quiet cough and began to sip the water, her eyes the entire time watching the others around her. Every so often she would shift in her seat or lay the cup upon the table other than that she remained silent and still.
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Post by carriondawn on Jan 10, 2006 19:27:40 GMT -5
The man logging yet another hour behind the bar, running the tavern and hotel watched her stillness and it made him vervous and a little dissapointed. Somebody new comes to town and they dont do anything worth watching! "Are you alright, Miss?" He asked. It was chivilry, or boredom.
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Post by alayna on Jan 11, 2006 13:28:06 GMT -5
Alayna didn't react right away as she was spoken to but instead slowly turned her head. Her expression was blank although her eyes were narrowed as if she was thinking over her answer. "I guess" she muttered before turning back to her drink and sipping at her cup. She sat silent for a few more moments before she turned to face the man again, this time far quicker than before as if she had realised something. "I was just wonder where I could find some work" she spoke with a casual tone unlike her first statment although her eyes did trace behind the bar with clear intention.
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Post by carriondawn on Jan 11, 2006 18:23:40 GMT -5
"Aah, knowin' things...that's a bar-tender specialty" he joked with the weary smile that was familiar in the wasteland. "It all depends what you're good at." he continued "and wether or not you wanna stay and work here in Klamath. I could use help running the bar and readying rooms for passers through, and maybe there's work up in the 'bath house' but they're only looking for a certain sort, a sort you seem a lot quieter than."
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Post by alayna on Feb 12, 2006 6:54:19 GMT -5
Alayna listened carefully to the man and nodded ever so slightly about the work behind the bar. When he had finished she blushed and gave a nervous chuckle. "Yes I umm..guess so" she muttered, her head slightly hung and both hands clasping over her cup. "I wouldn't say I am particuarly good at anything" she spoked again but this time in a quieter tone; her dark eyes watching the tender closely and her back slightly straighter. "But I can do what most can" she said waving a hand casually. "Clean and such and I guess if I was really needed I could tend her in the bar" she stopped and swallowed nervously in throat.
Alayna was the quiet type and preffered to sit in a dark corner reading others instead of them reading her. She wasn't often herd of and it would she was rarely seen but her confidence was there. Yes she was jumpy and cautious but she was rarely without a plan as to what she was doing or saying. She had intentions and although it wasn't clear to others, she was deffinetly out for herself and only herself.
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Post by carriondawn on Feb 12, 2006 9:45:53 GMT -5
"Well" the bartender said. "you've got a job pretty good for keepin' people from sneakin up on you, then." he said with a weary laugh. "And I wouldn't mind retiring to just breakin' the knees of delinquint customers. You picked a good town to settle in, just enough vegetation and some good livestock. Good place to make a living, honest or scinister"
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Post by elliemarie on Apr 14, 2006 14:13:30 GMT -5
A young man in his mid-twenties walked in and sat at the end of the bar. He had no means of currency after getting mugged. The gash above his left eye from one of the muggers was healing well. He looked at the bartender. "Do you have anything here for free?" He asked quietly so not to disturb the others around him.
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Post by Matthew Pratter on Apr 15, 2006 0:04:25 GMT -5
The bartender smiled, in a good mood after a chat with a nice woman. "you've picked the right guy on the right day in the right bar" he said, pausing while he poured him a complimentary shot of whiskey and a glass of tepid water. "in the right town, for something free. Just don't make a habbit or get too used to it. He also provided a grimey rag to help him clean himself up. "you looking, maybe, for work? I've been itching to pay somebody since my Courrier's four days late"
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Post by elliemarie on Apr 15, 2006 10:56:01 GMT -5
The young man grinned at the bartender. "Thanks, pal. This is just what I needed after the day I've had." He sighed and took a sip. "I don't really want a job after what I did in the city. They're looking for me. If I'm ever found, then they'll throw me in jail faster then you can say 'ice cream'. Besides...I can probably find money in some other way. Don't worry about me." He grinned again and focused his attention out of one of the windows.
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Post by Matthew Pratter on Apr 15, 2006 12:26:26 GMT -5
"Its a courrier position, you get paid to leave town, pretty cooshie really." he said, stacking rinsed out plastic cups to be reused. "and you get a bonus if you find my old courrier and I'll give you more free water if you dont tell me you're a wanted man, I've no interest in that kind of responsability." He served another quit customer another cup of bathtub gin and returned to the talkative customer. He preferred the lighter atmosphere in the afternoon more than the bored rush in the evening.
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Post by elliemarie on Apr 18, 2006 16:18:43 GMT -5
"You have a family?" Dominic asked lightheartedly. He raised an eyebrow and took another sip. "I did...have a fiance, but she left me when she found out I wanted to desert the force. The funny thing was that I wasn't all that upset. I think that meant something." He propped his elbows on the bar.
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Post by Matthew Pratter on Apr 18, 2006 19:43:57 GMT -5
"no family myself, but I can't say I blame you for leaving the force. what's left to die for here that you can't die for it on your own terms? Force is what got things so bleak, can't blaim you for not wanting to be involved in that." He rubbed the bar surface idly, as if it would get cleaner, and sighed, putting the rag away and sitting on a high stool he had.
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Post by elliemarie on Apr 19, 2006 17:51:43 GMT -5
The young man suddenly scoffed at himself. "I am so sorry. The name's Dominic Hayden. I don't know how I can be so rude sometimes." He stuck out his hand, exposing an ugly scar across his palm.
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