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    Smudge

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    He'd first seen Harry's while driving to work one day and thought the grotty little bar looked a decent place to get a hard drink, which is what brought Smudge here this night. He still wore the same clothes he did for working in the factory and they could really do with cleaning.

    That was if the Ogre gave a shit about the smell. Sometimes, smells helped cover the stains of memory.

    After parking his rusty pick-up, Smudge entered Harry's and headed straight for the bar. However, ever paranoid, he carried the heavy duffel bag in with him also. Last thing the Ogre really needed was his tools being stolen.

    "Whiskey, no ice," he ordered, drawing out a pocket full of spare change and slowly counting it out to pay for the glass of piss, his lips moving as his finger slid aside each coin. Every now and again, Smudge looked around the bar, blistered eye glaring before re-focusing on the change.

  2. #2
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    Martha Villiers

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    Tiny Martha had seen the place before...only the outside, of course, and had wished to investigate the bar for several reasons.

    Deciding she'd procrastinated long enough she left the shadows opposite the bar and made her way across the street. The recently parked rusting hulk of the vehicle outside...she stopped to make a mental note of the vehicle number...the shabby exterior of the bar...this was clearly a place where Men went to drink. Men.
    Men who toil - and very probably fight too.

    What would they do...? Would they be gentlemen...or scoundrels?


    Wide eyed, she adjusted her straw boater before finding an angle for it which pleased her. Limping badly, her leg almost dragging, she relied on her cane...and entered the bar: glancing around - establishing who's there and their general demeanour...and where the emergency exists are.

    Martha is attired in her usual black school uniform: white blouse, red neck tie, black blazer...straw boater hat...satchel, gymslip which reaches to mid calves, dyed ash blonde hair is gathered into two neat bunches...probably those are white kneesocks, but the length of the gymslip obscures how high they might go. Sensible Oxford style shoes.

    With her innocent looks and attire, she was running a risk of getting 'carded'...but, if she had even thought about that at all, she didn't seem to mind at the moment.

    Her Blush of Life in place, her minty-iness assured...Martha twisted her cane in a tight grip close to her chest for a second, tries a shy smile and, putting the cane to use, makes her way, carefully, to the bar. Friendly and happy not to have walked right into the middle of a gun battle, she smiled meekly to the barkeeper...glanced at the range of drinks on offer and gave a respectful nod of greeting to the one eyed Smudge too.



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    A clack breaks, and for Smudge, so does a peal of thunder. One man of rust tinted hair and a long face jabs at his fellow player with his cue. Rust gives the man a warning look, but sees the leering punk is not the only set of eye fixed on Mis Poppins with lust.

    Rust also regards the stalky fellow with the winter chill.
    It would seem new face to the 'hold is testing the local waters.
    Was Poppins doing the same? Was she lost and searching? If so why hide herself under the silly hat?
    It was Rust's turn to get poked in the rib by a cue stick. Rust gave his buddy another warnign glance then popps the ten into a corner pocket He then hands off his stick to one to the guys in the rotation.


    Rust smoothly approaches the Bar, an eye out fora certain stump of a man. It would not do to be alone.
    The King remembered Ember all to well.
    And Katrine.

    "You look out of place" Spoken in just the right way to be heard by both Smudge and Martha. The one who turned around first would find Rust has managed to smile without showing his teeth. For Smudge the expression looks somewhat uncomfortable.

    His generous rust colored hair is bound in a tight pony tail, bareing a face that is not attractive. Grey eyes pierce from over gaunt scared cheeks.
    He wears a bright red polo stretched taunt over a fighter's physique. A thick leather belt binds jeans going white along the knees.
    His feet are tucked into rather large work boots, Smudge might guess such to better fit the strange bend of his lower legs. He holds his hands behind his back and stands at his full height. Though looking rather nobel, Rust expects an answer from both. Just not for the same reasons the bartender might.


    Smudge might feel the Kings warm Mantle press against his own. Like furnace heat against a freezing window. The light of the room plays wrong across his features. A devilish chain tail rocks back and forth behind him, moving as if to guide the fae's balance. All is hidden from Martha entirely.

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    Smudge

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    One dirty finger was poised over the last coin to pay for his whiskey when Smudge double took at the schoolgirl that entered the bar. Was it a joke, a prank aimed at the owner? Perhaps her car had broken down and she was looking for help? More likely on the game, and needed a client.

    Smudge didn't really care who she was in all honesty but it was only when she nodded in his direction that he sharply took his eye off the pretty young thing as a mild panic setting in. Ohshitohshitohshitohshit. Now, Smudge had never been one with the ladies, actually, far from it. He only met Judy after she started working near the station and passed by everyday.

    But, that was a part of his life now gone, stolen. Bitter? Only slightly...

    His heart raced, Smudge was about to say something back to Martha when a voice crackled from behind and caused Smudge to look over his shoulder. Gazing upon the burning power of the metal lion on caused the Ogre's eye to ache more than it already did.

    "Not really. Its a bar. I'm having a drink," Smudge replied with a voice that sounded like it'd been scoured by a pint of acid.

    Which technically was true.

    Looking back to his change, Smudge finished paying for his drink.

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    Martha Villiers

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    You look out of place... that's what the Man had said... Territory...it's all about territory... suddenly Martha understood a notion that should have been obvious to her before she even walked in. Her heart sank. Weaknesses would be exploited...

    What could she do? She agreed...she was out of place...so she nodded to the taller of the Men.

    Fresh faced Martha tugged at one of her bunches. These Men physical might: it's but one element of their power...they know what to do.

    Trying a shy smile at the gentlemen, she gripped tight to her cane and looked for the barkeeper. She smiled...not risking turning her back on them for an instant, tiny Martha held her cane even tighter to her chest and tried to stand a little more erect and straighter - while privately praying that the barkeep would be there to take her order...now!

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    The door to the bar opened and a small figure dressed in dark clothing slipped in. For Lost sensibilities, the entrance was marked with a quick whiff of dew-dampened grass as the Draconic Fairest's Spring Mantle made itself known.

    Juno wanted a drink, and Harry's was both close and relatively cheap. Under normal circumstances the Manticoress wasn't inclined to patronize such an establishment, feeling it was very beneath her taste to do so, but....cheap drinks - and she forced a promise from herself to only have one - were pretty convenient.

    The man wasn't a tall sort, only about 5'5 or so, and was dressed in a black t-shirt with the band logo for Swallow the Sun emblazoned across the front. He was wearing black jeans and dark colored skater sneakers which seemed to be a bit too large for his feet. The young man's ensemble was completed with a pair of long wallet chains and a dark grey military-style Element skater cap. The short sleeves of his shirt allowed the elaborate tattoos on his arms to be on display, and he paused for a moment as he took in his surroundings - Oh, here's my favorite Summer Sovereign - who's the new guy - who's the girl, God but she looks out of place here - it smells like cigarettes, don't they have a ventilation system - wonderful...looks like Rust and the new guy are getting ready to have a pissing contest. They should spray for the testosterone smell once in a while.

    In short, a young man with....and the mannerisms were very feminine...dark wavy hair and the most intense blue eyes had walked into the bar and he looked over at the unfamiliar girl for a moment, then gave her a faint smile which looked a bit forced as though Mr. Black Metal Skater Kid didn't indulge in the behavior that often. For the other Lost, the same rule applied though a leonine tail curled around one leg - were those short quills nestled in the furry tuft - and he was sporting a very well groomed goatee, though his hair looked as though it could use a good combing with both human and fur type hairs mixed together and not doing a good job of it.

    Juno turned her attention back to the impending God Knows What situation that was taking place between King Ersatz Cat and New Guy. Why people couldn't behave themselves in public was beyond her own Feline sensibilties. She found herself wondering how long she would actually be allowed to remain on the premises until Felis Metallicus decided that he didn't want her around and told her to pack off.

    Turning her head to study the new girl, Juno finally spoke. Her voice had a certain soothing...elegant...quality to it.

    It was as though a large cat had loaned a soft thrum to the young man's voice.

    "Hello, you must be new in the neighborhood."

  7. #7
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    Martha Villiers

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    Tiny Martha has no Mien...but she does have her ash blonde hair in neat bunches, and one of them is getting tugged and fiddled with.

    Trying a shy smile to the Skater boy...again, a reference to territory...reassure...I come in peace...

    "Ah..." she begins happily enough, taking in the Men around her now with as steady and as friendly a gaze as she can summon; "Yes...my first time here! My name is Martha..." a little more confidence now, offer a gesture of good will! her English accent chirping with friendly sincerity: "I'd be pleased if you'd allow me to purchase you gentlemen a drink..."

    Gripping her cane with one hand, the other keeps playing with one of the bunches, she takes in the Men...glances for the barkeep.

  8. #8
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    Martha catches the bartenders eye and she notices on of his eyebrows raising as he takes in her school uniform. The man looks at the door, wondering where the hell the doorman had gotten to... Man, he missed that Fu guy. That dude was at the door like a frickin' watchdog. Nobody ever messed with him. He was stone cold. Man, he missed that guy. The bartender leans his elbows on the bar as he sizes up Martha.

    "Hi there, sweetheart. Can I see some ID?"

    With all the college kids this dive gets, he can't be too careful.

  9. #9
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    Rust crooks an eyebrow at Winter and frowns.

    And then Loud-mouth walks in. The frown becomes a grimace.

    Rust rounds to Smuge's side opposite Poppins he recomposes himself, a finger lands on the coinage and forces it back toward the Ogre. New coins replace them.
    More coins then had been there. "Life is tough enough. We aren't enemies." Rust speaks low under the din of the bar.

    He gives Smudge a side long glance that shifts to take in Poppins and Juno. The Bartender was asking for ID? She wasn't that young was she? Rust almost says something, but this was Sam's place.
    He watches the exchange waiting to order a drink himself. "They call me Rust." he offers to Smudge.

    Rust hoped he could make good on his personal commitment to help Winter through their hardship. Hopefully that would include showing Loud-mouth the door and the underside of his foot.

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    A female offering to buy her a drink?

    This was something that the Manticoress didn't expect and she wasn't very certain as to how to deal with it. She wasn't that way after all.

    "I'm very glad to meet you, Martha."

    The bartender's asking for ID gave Juno a moment to think about how best to respond to the offer of a drink without appearing rude.

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