Post by Elijah on Sept 19, 2006 13:55:26 GMT -5
Took place in RPG:3.
First post:
With nothing better to do, he'd wandered in here, with the purpose of possibly coming across something that would occupy his mind, for even the briefest amounts of time. A few seconds, he'd take at this point. Mautiausi was company, but he needed a different branch of conversation, other than the normal who they were going to consume today/tonight, and why they were to choose this person, above the rest of the meat here, yadda-yadda-yadda. Yearned for a new subject, something to broaden his horizons and turn his mind to other trains of thoughts, ones that had been seldom traveled as of late. But with the looks of some of the people in the establishment this afternoon, he had better luck finding intriguing conversation under the bottom of a rock. Wait, there's more! <C>
Under the bottom of a rock, in the middle of the lake, at the darkest and deepest bottom of the lake. Yes, that sounded about right to him. Shrugged his shoulders carelessly, cupping his hands together, the Black Mamba that was his Guardian slithering between the circle he'd left between his hands for him. Deposited him lightly upon his shoulder, Mautiausi wrapping loosely around his neck, his black eyes catching the dim candle light, while his tongue flickered, tasting the room through the power of scent. Sensed nothing wrong here, so he took another step away from the door, then another, ignoring any of the glances that he might have received upon the others noticing that he'd arrived. Most of them weren't in his fan club, anyway. (Not that he had one to begin with) <C>
Sweeping his eyes once more around the tavern, with the dusty floors and the wobbly tables and chairs. It was a familar place, and that's what he needed right now. Something familar, something to get his brain going again. Chose a table near one of the less grimy windows, and threw himself down into the chair, stretching his legs out beneath the table and dumping the snake ontop of the table, where it curled up near the nearly burned out candle in the middle of the table. It was a mere stub of a candle now, the wicker nearly burned out, drowning in the wax that had dribbled over the side of the candle holder and dripped onto the table. Watching the door through his bright blue eyes, for anyone of interest to come sauntering in at any moment. Perhaps noticing him and coming over.
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Second post:
Something interesting had to happen here, sooner or later, didn't it? Could it really stay this boring in here all day long and night? Would he have to wait until he died (Again) of boredom, before something would happen? Mautiausi sharing some of his same thoughts, as he peered into his Guardian's mind for a brief moment, withdrawing with another loud sigh. Taking to tapping his fingernails in a row ontop of the table, dragging his nails along the surface. Seeing the grime that had gathered under his nails, curling his nose at the sight of it. Taking out the knife that hung from his belt and proceeding to clean out his nail. Mainly to give himself something to do, rather than anything else. Ran his eyes along the bar, looking at the bar tender for a brief spell, his eyes - <C>
Moving again to stare at the door, for it to swing front or back, with somebody entering or leaving.
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Third post:
Couldn't supress his yawn any longer, the room growing increasingly more boring to him, as the minutes ticked and slugged along on the clock on the wall, his eyes focused on them, with a hazy quality to them. As though he was at least trying to pay attention for the sake of paying attention, but was falling short of this said goal. Rubbing his nose absent-mindly, then rubbing his fingertip into his earlobe, to stop the itch that had persisted there, but had just been noticed by Elijah himself. Lowered his eyes down to Mautiausi on the table, whose eyes were closed and wasn't trying to pretend that he was paying attention or interested in the room. At least he seemed to have the right idea of how to act around here. The less you paid attention, the more of it you seemed to get. <C>
Not that he had any desire to be a social butterfly, but.. It would be nice to talk to somebody other than his own Guardian for a change, if you know what I mean. Wasn't tired of Mautiausi, and it wasn't wrong to want to talk to somebody/something else. You'd get bored too, if you talked to the same friend over and over again, and ran over the same subjects so often that you barely got a few words out, before the conversation died and you were back in Boredom Land, the population threatening to explode. Crossed his arms back over his chest, tapping his boots on the wooden floor beneath his feet, as he began to stare boredly at another spot on the wall next to the clock this time. Slowly beginning to slide down into a bad mood, because of how bored and irritated he was. <C>
But if you want something done, you have to do it yourself, don't you? Can't rely on anybody else at the end of the day by your own good self, eh? And the longer that he sat here in this chair and stewed over it, the less that he was going to get done. Was here to improve upon himself, wasn't he? So how far could he possibly hope to get past his hatred of humans, just by sitting around here? Hadn't Shadow said to try and make a few human friends, without eating them in the end? Certainuly, it wouldn't kill him to give a better effort than the one that'd been giving. Crossed the room, avoiding grimy tables and chairs, and sitting on the edge of a very unsterdy looking bar stool, balancing himself, and holding onto the edge of the bar just incase he stopped paying attention. <C>
Mautiausi sliding over the edge of the table, and along the floor over to the stood on which Elijah sat, curling up underneath the stool, to make sure that Elijah stayed in his sights. As grumpy as he was, his main goal was to make sure that the Hellsent that he was guarding was safe. Those cold black eyes of the snake flickering cruely, as the snake watched the room, along with Elijah.
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Fourth post:
From the bar he surveyed the room for what felt like the second hundred time. What was supposed to be different about this room from this vantage point? The answer to this was a simple one: Nothing. They were just as boring from the bar, as they'd been from the table and the doorway. And judging from the snores that echoed in his head from Mautiausi beneath his stool, he felt the same way as Elijah did. Except he'd put it to use. He was currently using his time constructively. And was sleeping, instead of just sitting (Or laying) there, brewing over how bored he was. Sleep didn't sound like a bad idea to him right now. He'd be able to be up bright and early for the early evening hours of the night, and would be completely rested fo rit. Dropped his hands onto his lap, bored. <C>
Give it another 5-minutes, he told himself quietly. And if nothing happens what's-so-ever, then get up and leave. Find another tavern. Just give it a bit more of a chance, for somebody to talk to, or something to happen. Yawning loudly for probably not the last time, his gaze returning to stare at the clock.
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Last post:
Got up from his stool, bending down and sweeping Mautiausi into his arms from under the stool. Deposited him back around his shoulders, and walked straight across the room to the front door. Grabbed the old knob and wiggled it a little, the door groaning loudly as he stepped outside. Leaving the tavern behind, the door slamming shut as he left.
First post:
With nothing better to do, he'd wandered in here, with the purpose of possibly coming across something that would occupy his mind, for even the briefest amounts of time. A few seconds, he'd take at this point. Mautiausi was company, but he needed a different branch of conversation, other than the normal who they were going to consume today/tonight, and why they were to choose this person, above the rest of the meat here, yadda-yadda-yadda. Yearned for a new subject, something to broaden his horizons and turn his mind to other trains of thoughts, ones that had been seldom traveled as of late. But with the looks of some of the people in the establishment this afternoon, he had better luck finding intriguing conversation under the bottom of a rock. Wait, there's more! <C>
Under the bottom of a rock, in the middle of the lake, at the darkest and deepest bottom of the lake. Yes, that sounded about right to him. Shrugged his shoulders carelessly, cupping his hands together, the Black Mamba that was his Guardian slithering between the circle he'd left between his hands for him. Deposited him lightly upon his shoulder, Mautiausi wrapping loosely around his neck, his black eyes catching the dim candle light, while his tongue flickered, tasting the room through the power of scent. Sensed nothing wrong here, so he took another step away from the door, then another, ignoring any of the glances that he might have received upon the others noticing that he'd arrived. Most of them weren't in his fan club, anyway. (Not that he had one to begin with) <C>
Sweeping his eyes once more around the tavern, with the dusty floors and the wobbly tables and chairs. It was a familar place, and that's what he needed right now. Something familar, something to get his brain going again. Chose a table near one of the less grimy windows, and threw himself down into the chair, stretching his legs out beneath the table and dumping the snake ontop of the table, where it curled up near the nearly burned out candle in the middle of the table. It was a mere stub of a candle now, the wicker nearly burned out, drowning in the wax that had dribbled over the side of the candle holder and dripped onto the table. Watching the door through his bright blue eyes, for anyone of interest to come sauntering in at any moment. Perhaps noticing him and coming over.
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Second post:
Something interesting had to happen here, sooner or later, didn't it? Could it really stay this boring in here all day long and night? Would he have to wait until he died (Again) of boredom, before something would happen? Mautiausi sharing some of his same thoughts, as he peered into his Guardian's mind for a brief moment, withdrawing with another loud sigh. Taking to tapping his fingernails in a row ontop of the table, dragging his nails along the surface. Seeing the grime that had gathered under his nails, curling his nose at the sight of it. Taking out the knife that hung from his belt and proceeding to clean out his nail. Mainly to give himself something to do, rather than anything else. Ran his eyes along the bar, looking at the bar tender for a brief spell, his eyes - <C>
Moving again to stare at the door, for it to swing front or back, with somebody entering or leaving.
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Third post:
Couldn't supress his yawn any longer, the room growing increasingly more boring to him, as the minutes ticked and slugged along on the clock on the wall, his eyes focused on them, with a hazy quality to them. As though he was at least trying to pay attention for the sake of paying attention, but was falling short of this said goal. Rubbing his nose absent-mindly, then rubbing his fingertip into his earlobe, to stop the itch that had persisted there, but had just been noticed by Elijah himself. Lowered his eyes down to Mautiausi on the table, whose eyes were closed and wasn't trying to pretend that he was paying attention or interested in the room. At least he seemed to have the right idea of how to act around here. The less you paid attention, the more of it you seemed to get. <C>
Not that he had any desire to be a social butterfly, but.. It would be nice to talk to somebody other than his own Guardian for a change, if you know what I mean. Wasn't tired of Mautiausi, and it wasn't wrong to want to talk to somebody/something else. You'd get bored too, if you talked to the same friend over and over again, and ran over the same subjects so often that you barely got a few words out, before the conversation died and you were back in Boredom Land, the population threatening to explode. Crossed his arms back over his chest, tapping his boots on the wooden floor beneath his feet, as he began to stare boredly at another spot on the wall next to the clock this time. Slowly beginning to slide down into a bad mood, because of how bored and irritated he was. <C>
But if you want something done, you have to do it yourself, don't you? Can't rely on anybody else at the end of the day by your own good self, eh? And the longer that he sat here in this chair and stewed over it, the less that he was going to get done. Was here to improve upon himself, wasn't he? So how far could he possibly hope to get past his hatred of humans, just by sitting around here? Hadn't Shadow said to try and make a few human friends, without eating them in the end? Certainuly, it wouldn't kill him to give a better effort than the one that'd been giving. Crossed the room, avoiding grimy tables and chairs, and sitting on the edge of a very unsterdy looking bar stool, balancing himself, and holding onto the edge of the bar just incase he stopped paying attention. <C>
Mautiausi sliding over the edge of the table, and along the floor over to the stood on which Elijah sat, curling up underneath the stool, to make sure that Elijah stayed in his sights. As grumpy as he was, his main goal was to make sure that the Hellsent that he was guarding was safe. Those cold black eyes of the snake flickering cruely, as the snake watched the room, along with Elijah.
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Fourth post:
From the bar he surveyed the room for what felt like the second hundred time. What was supposed to be different about this room from this vantage point? The answer to this was a simple one: Nothing. They were just as boring from the bar, as they'd been from the table and the doorway. And judging from the snores that echoed in his head from Mautiausi beneath his stool, he felt the same way as Elijah did. Except he'd put it to use. He was currently using his time constructively. And was sleeping, instead of just sitting (Or laying) there, brewing over how bored he was. Sleep didn't sound like a bad idea to him right now. He'd be able to be up bright and early for the early evening hours of the night, and would be completely rested fo rit. Dropped his hands onto his lap, bored. <C>
Give it another 5-minutes, he told himself quietly. And if nothing happens what's-so-ever, then get up and leave. Find another tavern. Just give it a bit more of a chance, for somebody to talk to, or something to happen. Yawning loudly for probably not the last time, his gaze returning to stare at the clock.
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Last post:
Got up from his stool, bending down and sweeping Mautiausi into his arms from under the stool. Deposited him back around his shoulders, and walked straight across the room to the front door. Grabbed the old knob and wiggled it a little, the door groaning loudly as he stepped outside. Leaving the tavern behind, the door slamming shut as he left.