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Post by JONATHAN HENRY ANGEVIN on May 24, 2015 3:57:06 GMT
 musical peasants Squeeze every last drop out of those insolent "Prince John"
The man stood for a bit gazing at the front of the building. It's windows aglow with warm flickers of fire and candle light which splashed onto the road and on John. His dark clothes were spotless, hair combed back and a look of mild interest etched into his features. He listened to the comforting sounds of men merrymaking and drinking, although he did not know why those sound should be comforting. In fact, he knew nothing of his past. Instead, he was left with sudden emotions over little things that he hadn't the memories to account for. One recent and rather frightening moment was when someone had asked him if his mother had ever taught him better. In that moment, he had been drowned by grief and anger. How curious it was that he should have feelings in extreme without and reason behind them. Yet, he had dismissed the matter altogether.
After one more sweep of the place, judging how much it must cost to run the tavern, he opened the door. Immediately chatter rolled over him, he sought after an empty seat and went for it. Sitting down, he was greeted by a pretty girl whose neckline was cut too low on her chest. John only noticed her long light blonde hair and forest green eyes. He wasn't short sighted, just only liked to see what mattered to him at the immediate moment. Raising an eyebrow he ordered an ale, then promptly asked the woman who she was hoping to attract with that kind of apparel. Her face scrunched up in anger, red blossomed from her chest to her cheeks. A long elegant hand was raised and ready to strike when a voice caused her to freeze.
@open : Jon such an arse x3 |
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Post by JANENE AMELIA PORTER on May 25, 2015 23:40:23 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] i'm in the middle of starting over [attr="class","next"] Janene wasn't sure what brought her to the tavern. Perhaps it was the fact she was a curious soul, or maybe it was because she was still trying to get used to the actual village and what it held. For the past few months, she had been traveling around Wonderland researching what the strange place consisted of and why none of them remembered their pasts. Like everyone else, she was confused and wished to know more about themselves. Why did they do what they did? Why did they have the emotions they have? What made them... them? Opening the door, Jane almost turned back around as soon as the crowd came into her vision and the noise hit her ears. This was definitely not her scene. But something caught her attention. Her light brown eyes landed on a woman scorned, her face red like a beet. Her hand was raised, about to strike a man across from her. Jane rushed forward, her body moving without her even thinking. "Woah woah woah, wait." She called out, putting her arm out in front of the man. The woman seemed to stop and gave her a not so nice look. But after a moment, she walked away, allowing Jane to relax and drop her arm back to her side.
NOTES couldn't help just randomly throwing jane in and seeing what happens xD [newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #000;[/newclass] |
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Post by JONATHAN HENRY ANGEVIN on May 26, 2015 17:54:20 GMT
musical peasants Squeeze every last drop out of those insolent "Prince John"
Even the British accent couldn't draw Jon's eyes from the ready to strike hand. Silently he was slightly grateful for whoever it was who had stopped his embarrassment. Slightly, for in all the man's pride, being appreciative was buried down deep. When an arm came into his view, then he allowed his eyes to roam to the owner of the voice. It had obviously been female, yet the image before him left Jon slightly surprised. The woman was short, seemed to be just above five feet, deep brunette hair framed her high cheekbones and modest jawline. Yet, it was not her appearance that had shocked the former prince, yet it was the air about her. The way she carried herself, the obvious confidence and remote authority was not something Jon was used to. For reasons he'd not know of.
A smirk played at his lips when the scorned waitress left, Jon's eyes followed her till she was no longer in view. Making a note to order his food from another, for fear of the blonde spitting in it, he returned his deep brown eyes back to the British woman. Knowing that the correct form would be to thank her, yet he decided to have a bit of fun with this interesting specimen. Looking up at her with a scowl, he started, "now why would yo do something like that? I had the whole situation completely under control." With that he promptly gestured for her to the chair across from himself. "Sit." After a pause he let his eyes roam over her frame, deciding she looked high class enough he continued. "Now who are you miss? And what is a damsel, I presume, doing in a place like this?"
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