EnarrH blew a bit of air out when he heard the fiery girl call him alphabet soup. That was a new one and she was impressively bitchy from the get go. He retracted his hand without much disappointment, these kinds of things long past phasing him. He went back to his people watching and smoothie drinking, catching the catty girl taking looks at him. He could only guess that she hung out with tattooed punks that he reminded her of or something equally lame. Her bit about the crayons did bring a smirk to his face at the very least though, mostly cause it gave him some ammunition. "No worries. I got some crayons back at my place and I'm sure if you search hard enough, you can find somewhere to draw." He didn't bother looking at her, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of having a pair of eyes on her just yet.
"So you do have a name." H cocked an eyebrow, He began to take another sip from his drink, hearing the disappointing slurping of nothingness, and placed the glass on the bar, giving himself a bit of a push from the bar to stand up. His left hand slid into his pocket as his right hand slapped its respective pocket, reminding him that he was now three weeks free of nicotine. Three excruciatingly long weeks. "Well, Kallie," H started, giving her a quick look over from head toe, "As fun as it is getting to meet someone as lovely as you, I'm on my way out." He started to walk past her, pulling the glowing green glowstick from behind his ear, spinning it between his fingers, "Come on, you owe me a smoke for being a bitch and you better not fucking hold out on me." He called over his shoulder, sliding the glowstick into Big Bob's shirt pocket. "Stay gorgeous Bobby, baby." He said, giving a playful pat on the bouncer's cheek as he made his way out, stopping at the curb. He'd give the young punk a minute or two to make her way out here. If she didn't show, his plans were the same as they were ten minutes ago. Grab Chinese food and go home.
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And you gave me the green light to make H act however he damn well pleases!
It would take a lot more than a bitch to scare off anyone that works with fire and screaming chefs all day. haha
It certainly was!
H was leaning against the bar, his straw between his lips as he greedily polished off the rest of his smoothie, a disappointed sigh spilling from his lips as his straw ceased to give him any more of the delicious drink. "Another one, yeah?" He said with a glance back at the bartender, planting the glass on the bar before going back to his game of watching over the crowd. There were a decent amount of folks here tonight, for once. A pair of lesbians seemed to be getting along well, at least well enough that they were already getting dinner. Good for you two, H thought, his eyes abandoning the two young women with impressively awkward chemistry.
A young girl was dancing with some boy who couldn't tell tango from ballroom, a spectacle that gave H a bit of fun as it dragged on. Poor kid barely had the stamina to keep up with her and she seemed like a maneater in the making. H couldn't exactly lie, she seemed like she'd be a good source of entertainment for his nightly excursions to Mingle if she kept that shit up. Predictably the moment she stopped dancing with the dopey kid was the same moment he was dropped harder than a bag of rocks. He had a decent guess that she didn't even have any missed texts or calls, she was just doing the easiest trick in the book to get rid of unwanted company.
He took in the scene for a few minutes, starting to get the feeling that he should jet and grab some sleep before work, when the cruel high school girl from earlier sprung up at the bar. H reached behind him, finding a new smoothie, "Thnaks, doll. Put it on my tab, kay?" He said without looking at her, taking a good long sip to further fuel his fruity addiction."If you're looking for something good, try one of these," H said to the girl, raising his drink for a moment before taking another long sip. "That was some show you put on. Quite the dancer aren't we? Shame I can't say the same for the poor kid you grabbed," H reached out with his right hand, offering a shake to the girl. "Name's H," He finished, taking yet another long drag on his straw, as if it were a cigarette. Well, at least an addiction to strawberry banana smoothies is healthier, H thought for a moment, the image of an older bloated H appearing in his mind's eye, Maybe I should practice moderation more,
A young girl was dancing with some boy who couldn't tell tango from ballroom, a spectacle that gave H a bit of fun as it dragged on. Poor kid barely had the stamina to keep up with her and she seemed like a maneater in the making. H couldn't exactly lie, she seemed like she'd be a good source of entertainment for his nightly excursions to Mingle if she kept that shit up. Predictably the moment she stopped dancing with the dopey kid was the same moment he was dropped harder than a bag of rocks. He had a decent guess that she didn't even have any missed texts or calls, she was just doing the easiest trick in the book to get rid of unwanted company.
He took in the scene for a few minutes, starting to get the feeling that he should jet and grab some sleep before work, when the cruel high school girl from earlier sprung up at the bar. H reached behind him, finding a new smoothie, "Thnaks, doll. Put it on my tab, kay?" He said without looking at her, taking a good long sip to further fuel his fruity addiction."If you're looking for something good, try one of these," H said to the girl, raising his drink for a moment before taking another long sip. "That was some show you put on. Quite the dancer aren't we? Shame I can't say the same for the poor kid you grabbed," H reached out with his right hand, offering a shake to the girl. "Name's H," He finished, taking yet another long drag on his straw, as if it were a cigarette. Well, at least an addiction to strawberry banana smoothies is healthier, H thought for a moment, the image of an older bloated H appearing in his mind's eye, Maybe I should practice moderation more,
Pop. James felt a sudden rush of air behind him, a voice he had been very familiar with speaking slowly. "Ey, Jmmy. You mind setting up for me? I got things to do." Julian had a hand pressed to his face, putting pressure against his right eye as if it could stave off the hangover, as for the rest of him... he was decisively nude. Standing behind Jim. In the public and open fair grounds. "Hey asshole, put some close on, there are fucking kids here!" A disgruntled voice yelled from a shorter man with glowing red skin from a mixture of anger and a bad sunburn, wearing a tucked in polo with khaki shorts and a fanny pack. "Oh yeah," Julian grunted, looking down to see his manhood on full display sailing at half mast, "Uh... For my next trick I... disappear or something." Pop.
Pop. "Back, love." Julian said, dropping back onto the bed he was formerly at. Time always got the best of him, being that he had the ability to be in any area of the world, so long as he had an idea of where he was going and where he was. His drinking habits tended to inhibit ability to jaunt, but he was usually reasonably accurate even when he was piss drunk and thankfully for the troupe, he never drank before performances. A hand draped over his shoulder, grabbing onto his olive tinted skin, bright red nails digging in enough to make her presence known, but never enough to break the skin. "You miss me?" Julian grinned, dropping back into her lap, his cheek slapping against thigh. She had been his favorite in France for awhile now. A sweet fiery red head who spoke softly and carried was pleasantly soft. Julian reached into the pocket of his abandonded blue jeans, fishing out a cigarette which his planted between his lips that formed a small frown. The hands with ruby red nails brought a lighter to the end of his cigarette, a quick burst of flame lighting it up. "You'll always be my favourite." He lied, closing his eyes and blowing a stream of smoke from nostrils. There was always another girl and besides, the best things in life were free. Lea, the ruby nailed vixen, was far from free.
Pop. "Back, love." Julian said, dropping back onto the bed he was formerly at. Time always got the best of him, being that he had the ability to be in any area of the world, so long as he had an idea of where he was going and where he was. His drinking habits tended to inhibit ability to jaunt, but he was usually reasonably accurate even when he was piss drunk and thankfully for the troupe, he never drank before performances. A hand draped over his shoulder, grabbing onto his olive tinted skin, bright red nails digging in enough to make her presence known, but never enough to break the skin. "You miss me?" Julian grinned, dropping back into her lap, his cheek slapping against thigh. She had been his favorite in France for awhile now. A sweet fiery red head who spoke softly and carried was pleasantly soft. Julian reached into the pocket of his abandonded blue jeans, fishing out a cigarette which his planted between his lips that formed a small frown. The hands with ruby red nails brought a lighter to the end of his cigarette, a quick burst of flame lighting it up. "You'll always be my favourite." He lied, closing his eyes and blowing a stream of smoke from nostrils. There was always another girl and besides, the best things in life were free. Lea, the ruby nailed vixen, was far from free.
Sure, sure. That'd be swell.
YoshiSkittlez said
Oh man I am having the WORST writer's block for this rp right now... =/I'll try to come up with something...
Aye, same 'ere.
If you're away for too long and the rp suffers from it, don't be surprised if I take the rp over.
And it's not really fair for you to push your characters onto other players.
And it's not really fair for you to push your characters onto other players.
First I want you to read the last two posts of all active members to get an idea of what's going on currently.
Then you can reapply via pm with me.
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