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Post by Evil McBadGuy on Jan 15, 2011 21:23:35 GMT -5
It was a day like any other. Cows mooing, birds being annoying, that pesky grass growing ever so slowly. Yeah, snoresville, so enough about Blazen liking Bridget. Let's cut over to the important place at hand, the Silver Virgin inn.
Through the doors, a familiar face waltzed right in. No doubt Vincent, with his pink--magenta hair flowing, and the purple star on his forehead in clear view. As though it were nothing, he slapped some money on the bartop counter.
"What'll it be today, Vince?" the bartender asked, as though he knew this was coming. "The usual Morrison." Vinny replied. "Small pizza. No olives." With that, the barkeep went to the back to get started. Vin twirled around in his chair.
"Hello ladies!" he called out, causing about half of the customers to groan. They probably wouldn't even be here if the first place if it weren't so convenient during travels. The long-haired man approached a nearby female.
"Hey there baby. I'm the star in your night sky tonight~" Ignoring the fact it was daytime out and thus the saying didn't really work, a slap was soon followed, as to be expected. With a small whimper, the boy returned to his seat to wait for his food.
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Post by Steinerman on May 14, 2011 0:37:49 GMT -5
Lunch was proving to be . . . Interesting, Francis Larent decided with casual amusement as he watched the young man with the outrageous hair receive a hearty slap for his horrible pick-up line. In reality, Francis had only wanted to grab a quick bite to eat while his new partner (or was she more a charge than partner? He hadn't decided yet) took a cleansing bath upstairs in their room.
But now . . . This lad was practically begging for attention, and Francis decided it might add some humor to his lunch if he gave in, and currently there wasn't any harm in it. So he spoke up from his nearby table, his tone tinged with just a hint of sarcasm and a hefty dose of amusement.
"Your ratio of picking up women might improve if you chose to wear something . . . a little less horrendous, taste-wise." He said, a whisper of a smile ghosting across his face. Francis wasn't usually one to comment on others' clothing, but this lad was wearing green, purple and gold all in one outfit. And that was without even bothering to mention the boy's pink hair.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 14, 2011 0:50:58 GMT -5
As if no time at all had passed, Vincent practically got in the face of this elf(or whatever) that decided to speak up. "Ha!" he let out. "Jealous? I don't see an old man like you gettin' any. Chicks dig magenta hair, ya know." It was obvious this guy was pretty oblivious to what Francis was saying... somehow. "Sides, yer just an uptight guy in a monkey suit."
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Post by Steinerman on May 14, 2011 0:58:11 GMT -5
Francis gave the boy a bemused smile, and took a thoughtful, elongated bite of his salad before replying.
"I'm an 'uptight old man', eh?" He questioned, his tone light. "I suppose, compared to you, I am an old man." He continued amiably. "But of course, compared to me, you're still little more than an infant, age-wise." He added, the same ghost of a smile crossing his handsome face.
"Thus I'm pretty sure that I have quite a lot more experience in getting women than you do."
He leaned back and sized the boy up for a moment before continuing, "firstly, kid." He said, placing extra emphasis on the "kid".
"Women don't dig pink hair. Half a century ago you'd have been all the rage with the ladies, not anymore. You'd be wise to change it."
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 14, 2011 1:04:34 GMT -5
"Magenta!"
The reply almost sounded as if elf-man here had struck a nerve, but Vince was keeping his usual cheery attitude. "I bet you don't even got what a girl wants."
A wide grin had appeared on the boy's' face by now. With a quick flip of his hair, he looked the old man up and down. "Sheesh, back in your days people probably still lived in caves."
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Post by Steinerman on May 14, 2011 1:12:46 GMT -5
"Heh, I'll have you know my cave was all the rage." Francis replied seriously. "And my cave-man cousin had better luck with the girls than you apparently do."
He was about to add another snarky comment onto his reply when he noticed a drably-dressed (yet very clean) girl come slowly down the stairs, her moves skittish around so many people and her expression one of concentration as though she were trying to ignore a very loud party in the background, even though the eating area was relatively quiet at the moment.
His expression grew somewhat comical as he tried, through motions with his eyes, to get the girl to go back upstairs. She stared uncertainly at him, obviously confused. But then she resumed her movement for his table.
Inwardly Francis sighed, his charge was mostly a frightened child, but she was female and he assumed for the boy in front of him that was all that counted. Things had gone from "funny" to "will she snap and try to kill the boy?" in the space of a few seconds.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 14, 2011 1:16:44 GMT -5
'Hellooo nurse!' That was all that ran through Vinny's' head as the new girl descended from the stairs. As she went and sat down at her table, it was as though the elf he had just been arguing with no longer existed anymore.
"Excuse me miss." he said, approaching her with an innocent smile and then gently taking her hand. "Welcome to our inn. Can I interest you in a strawberry sundae?" The bartender meanwhile just rolled his eyes.
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Post by Steinerman on May 14, 2011 1:23:06 GMT -5
Laramie tried not to stare, she really did. But his hair was so . . . Pink.
The signals coming from the Elf were enough to warn her that this boy was trouble, but he was also blocking her path as she tried to move to Francis.
Finally she realized she had stared for a little too long, and with a stutter she mumbled, "Uh, no, thanks. I'm not hungry right now." And with that she tore her gaze away from his pink hair long enough to try and move past him. Casting her eyes downwards in an attempt to give the boy a "Not interested" cue.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 14, 2011 1:29:55 GMT -5
"A darn shame. A pretty girl like you is wasted on a general public." With a shrug, he went back to the bar part of the room, rubbing the star mark on his forehead in thought. Surely, there'd be atleast one taker today, there was (never) always atleast one. Ah well, atleast he finally had his pizza.
Who was he kidding? He could barely help himself. While eating, he kept taking glances at the other ladies around the room, especially that new one. Hers was not the type of face he saw around here often, so obvious she probably wasn't from the general area. Maybe she was part of one of those traveling parties he'd heard about.
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Post by Steinerman on May 14, 2011 2:06:49 GMT -5
Laramie suppressed a shudder and continued on her way, thankful that the pink-haired boy's attention was drawn away, at least for the moment.
She stalked up to Francis and stated quite plainly, "I need money."
Francis took another bite of his salad before answering, the barest hint of caution in his tone. "Why?"
Laramie barely restrained herself, she knew he wasn't trying to be mean, she knew it. But still, the question was annoying, and by the now plainly cautious look on his face, he was wondering what had set the crazy girl off this time.
"Because Bob is upstairs and he's hungry and he's not really taking 'wait a little bit longer' for an answer, and he's threatened to come downstairs and get his own food, and I figured that he wouldn't stop bothering me about it, or he'd come down and try to get his own food, which wouldn't be good either." She said in a hurried tumble, keeping the weary annoyance in her voice as small as possible.
She knew she didn't have to mention that she had a horrible headache and hadn't slept well in the last three days, Francis already knew that, he'd seen her in the blood-soaked clothing with that dead look in her eyes that suggested she was almost sleep-walking.
"That would be bad, right? And would he actually do it? He's got orders not to be seen." She asked, confusion mixing with the hope that she hadn't just made a total fool of herself for no reason.
Francis frowned, creasing his face and giving it a darker, brooding appearance. "Bob and orders are like ships passing in the night." He responded thoughtfully. "That is to say, he rarely ever obeys them. Yes, he would come down, and yes, he would probably shoot several people. So yes, you were right to come down first and get money for some food."
he reached into his inner-pocket and pulled out a wallet, from which he produced a pair of silver coins. "Get a meal for him and something for yourself, he likes sweet and sour sauce on everything he eats, remember that. Then go back upstairs and get some sleep, you sound like you need it."
Laramie accepted the money gratefully, left Francis to his salad (though she could feel his eyes watching her) and ordered some food. As she waited, (her foot stamping against the floor in annoyance) she realized the pink-haired boy's gaze kept coming back to her.
Finally she could stand it no longer, "You!" She said sharply, turning to face him. "Why do you keep staring at me?"
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 14, 2011 2:32:06 GMT -5
Vin adjusted his glasses. His magic might be starting to work! "Curiosity." He answered plainly, with that same grin on his face. "I have a name by the way. Vincentes Carmeltino Von Salfwheretez, at your service!" His introductory routine included a twirl and rose seeming to have appeared from nowhere. With a bow towards the lady, he lightly tossed the rose at her feet.
"Sides, from the sound of it yer quite a player yerself." the boy sat back down in his chair and munched on a slice of his pizza as though the comment were nothing. "Just kinda odd ya know. At this time of day most people don't rent rooms for the night, and there's not much sight seeing to be had either, so, you know."
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Post by Steinerman on May 14, 2011 12:17:49 GMT -5
Laramie's lips moved silently as she replayed his name through her head, her tired eyes narrowing in concentration. She took a step back when he tossed the rose at her feet, bumping up against the counter behind her.
"What do you mean, 'I'm quite a player'?" She questioned, unsure of his meaning.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 14, 2011 15:15:00 GMT -5
"By the sounds of things you got guys at yer left and right." The guy said before taking another bite of his meal. "That'd make some people pretty jealous, you know." He gave out a small chuckle, at what exactly was anyone's' guess. "Sides, a pretty lady like you is bound to be sought after." He was nearly finished with his pizza now, and called the barkeep over for another order.
"Whaddaya want now Vin?" Morrison asked, although he was pretty certain already. "Dessert of course. One strawberry sundae." Vince put more money down on the counter, and Morrison got to work. "Man I tell ya, the food here is some of the best around. Guess I can't blame yer rag-tag group for stickin' around."
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Post by Steinerman on May 14, 2011 15:39:34 GMT -5
Alarm bells were going off in Laramie's head, adding onto the already-painful headache that was currently jackhammering its way back and forth between her ears. He had overheard her conversation? Admittedly, she hadn't said what Bob was, but if Vincentes had heard the part about Bob threatening to kill people, that wasn't good.
She cast a worried glance at Francis, who had gone back to his salad and wasn't paying any apparent attention to them, that was good. She'd only known the Elf for a few hours, but she was quite sure he'd burn the building to the ground to protect his partner and more importantly, information about where they were at the moment and where they were headed in the near future.
She frowned at him, trying to decide on a course of action. It was a moment later that she realized he'd called her pretty . . . That had only rarely happened in her life, generally she was too smudged and dirty for anyone to even tell what gender she was. But due to her bath and a scrubbing of her cloths she now looked definitely female.
"Pretty." She stated flatly. And then, having little in the way of social skills, "Are you hitting on me?" She questioned, her voice confused.
Behind her there was an almost inaudible sigh from Francis, this wasn't going to go well, the Elf decided.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 14, 2011 15:49:38 GMT -5
Vincentes leaned back in his chair a little. "Guilty as charged." Well, atleast he was honest. "But I take it you're taken, so some small talk is all I'll stick with." With a small sigh, he scratched his head a little. "So, what brings ya around here anyway? Err, what was your name again?" No shame in losing the ladies' interest in two other guys that got to her first. But it was also around this time the sundae arrived. "Thanks again Morrison!"
Almost right after the bowl'd been laid down, Vin nudged it toward the girl he was talking with. "Here, if you don't want it give it to your friend. He sounds rather moody. Morrison's' sundaes can cheer almost anyone up I tell ya, lest he went and added too much sugar again." While talking, Vince made a quick aside glance to the old elf, who didn't seem to particularly care about their conversation. The guy upstairs must be the main squeeze, then.
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