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Post by Moved. on Jan 1, 2010 12:02:55 GMT -5
thread status [dropped] There as a rather lonesome aspect of travelling the way he did. Tyler had arrived at the bustling airport to find himself walking past the excited crowds towards the car rental agency, and instead of arriving at an hotel where he would be greeted by awaiting staff, he picked out the key to the empty flat the government had rented for him. By the time he had emptied his suitcase and acquainted himself with the odds and ends of the apartment, the male had grown quite bored in his own company. Once he stepped out of the shower, he put the wireless to good use in order to find the correct time at which to set his watch. It was only ten past three in the afternoon here in Ravenblack City, but in his mind it was time for bed. Surely he could not defeat jetlag in one day, but he could try his best a day at a time. With nothing in the cupboards or fridge, Tyler decided to venture out towards that shopping centre he had passed on his way from the airport.
The winter’s weak sun hovering behind threatening clouds and the air was chilly, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been in London. Dressing warmly, Tyler scooped the keys from the entrance hall table and checked his pocket for his wallet. There was no interaction with one of the tenants he met in the hall other than a quick hello; people in this city possessed a certain coldness about them he found. Deciding it was best not to make assumptions so early on, the male ventured out into the street towards the silver vehicle he had rented. Usually he would make the most of his freedom of choice and hire a motorcycle like the one he had back at home, but considering the length of his stay here, he figured it would be best to get something practical. He wasted no time setting up the GPS in direction of the commercial centre, and soon was on his way whilst searching for worthwhile stations on the radio.
Pulling into a parking spot a few yards away from the entrance to the monstrous building, the male checked his wallet to make sure he had enough local currency, or whether he would have to draw money from the wall. Luckily he had slipped half of his exchanged currency from its envelop into his wallet, so a detour to the bank was not necessary. Tucking his wallet and keys into his back pockets, Tyler ventured into the mall, deciding to get a bite to eat before buying the various necessities he would need—including food.
Slipping into a high stool at a counter-stall, he picked up the menu and glanced through it before ordering himself a beer on tap and club sandwich; he would probably get dinner in a few hours if he wanted to trick his body. Setting down the laminated carte, he glanced to his side as an exuberant amount of shopping bags were dumped into the seat besides him. Tyler expected to see a woman, but it was a man who was responsible for the disruption. Nodding his head as he made eye contact, the Britt offered a smile: "Busy day, eh?"
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Post by Brutality on Jan 1, 2010 12:49:25 GMT -5
“Well, fuck almighty,” Honor said as he pulled open the door to the little refrigerator in his apartment on Sorrow and 57th, only to be greeted with its chilly, empty innards. Absolutely nothing was in the fridge, and despite being a vampire and technically being able to survive on only blood, Brutality wasn't keen on the stuff and so, that meant, he had to eat human food. Not that he minded, really – in fact he quite liked human food. Sandwiches and alcohol were his daily diet, and, well, he had neither. Digging around in his pocket for some money he had stolen, he slipped the bills into his wallet and checked the tiny T.V. on his dresser for the weather.
“Cloudy, with barely any sun visible,” said the weather man right on cue, and then added: “but it's chilly, so wrap up!” Wrap up, Honor would, indeed. Off, to the cramped closet, and he pulled on a worn pair of jeans and his boots that he wore daily, a button-up tee-shirt, and a warm winter coat. Sunglasses despite the low amount of sunlight, and his hood pulled up, completed the ensemble. As long as the sun stayed low, he could go out during the day, but if it started to shine bright while he was in its way... Well, the burning would commence. Honor shuddered thinking about it, grabbed his wallet, and headed outside.
Just like the weather man predicted, you could barely even see the outline of the sun through the grey clouds looming ominously overhead, and one vampire could only pray that it would stay that way until dark-time, where he could lose the sunglasses and hood. For now though, they stayed, and Honor stuffed his hands in his pockets as he strolled to the local liquor store, right beside the mall. In there, he loaded himself up with all sorts of alcohol – beer, rum, whiskey whiskey whiskey, gin, vodka – he had everything, and paid for them dutifully. The one thing that Honor never stole was food and alcohol. Heaps of bags were loaded carefully into his strong arms, and he lugged them off to a food court where he could grab a bite to eat. Later, at night, he would go to the local supermarket to buy more practical food, but for right now, his stomach was grumbling and there was no stopping him.
The drinks were heavy, so it was a relief to find a nice place to grab some grub and place the bags down. As he set them down, they jingled merrily, and the exaggerated sigh afterwards didn't deter some of the looks people gave him. An attendant walked up and said, “Uh, sir, you can't have that in here,” but Honor just waved her off, promising to leave soon. “I'll only be a minute, I'm just hungry. Promise,” he added, as if that would make her go away. Indeed, it did.
Honor grabbed the menu and looked at it for a moment, but he already knew what he was ordering. “A beer and burger, yea?” The woman wrote it down, gave the Spaniard a strange look, and headed off to give him his food. It was then that he heard another voice, a male's this time, speaking to him. To Honor? Why him? Well, he was a large man dressed pretty oddly..
“Busy day, eh?”
Looking down at his bags, Honor turned his head and gave a sheepish smile to the man beside him, scratching the back of his dark head comically. “Pretty much, yea,” he said, pulling off his hood and sunglasses now that he was in a nicely protected environment. “Don't have any food at home, figured I'd stop by for a bite or two.” He didn't explain the alcohol in his bags – didn't feel the need to. Surely a fellow man would understand the underlying need for liquor in the household. You know. Just in case.
“What 'bout you?” Honor's accent wasn't very distinct, just the slightest Spanish lilt from the years his mother was alive, but mostly it was just a heavy American accent, with the slightest tint of something southern. His voice was gruff, kind of like sandpaper against sandpaper, probably from too many years drinking and smoking cigarettes. And yelling. Can't forget the yelling. “Seems like a pretty busy day for everyone around here... Say you I haven't seen you around. Even though this is a big city, I never forget a face. You new?”
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Post by Moved. on Jan 1, 2010 13:25:01 GMT -5
Tyler was not very familiar with the American accent, he only knew that there were various, and so the stranger’s lilt was not of great concern. Trained in the field of spying however, he was quick to notice the contents of the bags, but did not assume anything other than a party being foreseen in the near future. Glancing away as the beer was settled before him, Tyler nodded at the tender before looking back at the stranger.
"I am yes, arrived a few hours ago actually," he paused thoughtfully, corner of his mouth twisting as he gestured with his hand slightly, "Figured I’d grab a late lunch on my way to stock up as well, the empty fridge was mocking me" he gestured towards the other’s bags with a knowing smile. The English were known for their shameless appreciation for booze, and there were few things in like for this particular Britt, than a nice, chilled beer on tap.
He said no more as he reached for his svelte glass, lifting it up from the counter high enough for this man to see: "Cheers"
As he took a lengthy sip, he observed the liquor-filled bags from the corner of his eye. There were two possibilities he concluded: a) either he was extremely popular, host to extravagant parties, or b) he was a lonesome man who relied on alcohol to provide him with imaginary company. Those were the two sole ideas that came to mind, but a book was greater than the words on its spine, and so Tyler simply appreciated the company for what it was. Pulling the glass down from his lips to set it back on the counter, he let out a gruff sigh, the sort that revealed the how much tension he’d pent up. Licking his lips, he glanced back at the other, curious.
"Do you know a lot of people then?" he inquired casually, a belated continuation of what had been said earlier. A man who did not forget faces was either very agile, or didn’t know many people.
It was a habit to inquire, one that went hand in hand with his profession. Tyler was deft at masking his professionalism when in a social context, but he was made aware by many colleagues and relatives, that he had a tendency of asking too many questions. Keeping this in mind, he made sure he wouldn’t trouble the company with his queries. In reality, all he wanted was to test the waters, make an acquaintance—he was bound to this city until he had completed his assignment, so he may as well expand. Tyler’s approach to life was often frowned upon by the snobs in the business, but as passionate about his job as he was, life was his primary infatuation, and he wouldn’t let it pass him in favour of completing a mission faster.
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Post by Brutality on Jan 9, 2010 10:44:42 GMT -5
The burger and beer were placed in front of him, and Honor eagerly grabbed it, placed the delicious meat to his mouth, and took a heaving bite. It was juicy and hit the spot – just what he had needed. Despite not being human, drinking alcohol with a completely empty stomach still did a number on his senses, and as a seasoned alcoholic, he wanted the consciousness to last as long as possible. He shifted, and the bottle chinked together in their bag.
“I am yes, arrived a few hours ago actually,” said the man beside him, and Honor nodded. More of a newcomer than he had suspected, but he had hit the nail right on the head. It was almost a hobby to pick out people in crowds, give them a face and a name, follow them for a little while and glimpse what it was like to be a human once more. It'd almost been a year... He shook the thought from his head. “Figured I’d grab a late lunch on my way to stock up as well, the empty fridge was mocking me,” he gestured to Honor's bag and the Spaniard laughed. “Yea, somethin' like that,” he murmured into his glass, before the other man raised his own.
“Cheers.”
Bru mimicked the man, raising his own and saying the word, taking a large gulp of the stuff Toki hated so much. Toki. Idly, he wondered what she was doing just then. Was she curled up with her “husband”-to-be? No, that didn't much seem like Toki de Vanitas. Most likely, she was “fucking shit up,” as she was prone to doing. But thinking about her made Honor's stomach turn, made it twist in like a real-life Ouroboros, devouring itself. Rubbing his face, he brought himself back to reality.
At his side, his new “friend” was studying him. He made it seem like he wasn't looking, of course, but Honor was more agile and astute than he looked. It was easy for him to see that the British man was looking, but he said nothing until the other spoke. “Do you know a lot of people then?” the man finally asked, and Honor laughed. “I guess you could say that,” he said, grinning into his cup. He saw were this was going. A man with a lot of alcohol must have a lot of friends, right? Or... be very lonely. No way in hell Honor was going to fess up to the last bit, so, suddenly, he was a friendly party guy, maybe a little hungover from last night, but good enough to go roaring into tonight.
Delving into his lie, Honor trailed a finger over the mouth of his beer, explaining, “Yeah, my pal's having a bit of a get-together tonight, gave me money for some liquor.” Not so bad. He wasn't laying claim to the party, just that he was going. Guilt was nonexistant. “It should be pretty fun, I think. Nothing too serious though, I bought enough to last us a bit.” A nod. Honor wished it were true, but he only had a few friends, all (but Charlie) were girls. And none (but Charlie) drunk. And hell, he didn't even talk to Charlie these days. But enough of the moping. Grabbing his burger again, the drunkard took a bite.
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Post by Moved. on Jan 11, 2010 19:04:37 GMT -5
Contradictory statements led Tyler to assume the man was lying, but he had no reason to call the other out. Glancing up as the waitress settled his meal before him, the British native reached for the ketchup bottle and thanked her distractedly. Well, it surely sounds like you’ll have a grand time, he commented before reaching for one of the four triangles they’d cut his sandwich in. The first bite was always the most important and so he took a huge mouthful to savour, wrapping svelte fingers around the portion. Tightening his grip around lest the ingredients slipped out, he chewed contently as the toasted bread and crisp lettuce crunched between his strong teeth.
Halfway through his first sandwich quarter, he reached for his beer as he continued to hold the food in one hand. Taking a few large sips of the ale, he cleared his throat and continued to chew, glancing over at the other male once more. Once he swallowed, he motioned with his chin slightly, So, where are you from?
Setting his beer down, he turned his gaze away as he continued on his food. He bit into his sandwich, masking the slight up-tilt of his lips. Yes, he was that good.
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