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Post by johnsmith on Nov 23, 2010 16:31:13 GMT -5
((ooc:Takes place on the 21th of June, at around 11:30 pm))
John Smith stared bitterly at the drink in his palm, hunched over in the same old barstool in the same old bar. He was drunk, as usual, and tired of feeling so down, as usual. But how could he possibly feel good when he could see Pocahontas and John Rolfe together pretty much everyday now?
John Rolfe. The name put a bad taste in Smith's mouth. He took another swig from his glass, trying to erase the memory of that beautiful native woman running into his arms. He didn't need her. He didn't need anyone.
He leaned forward in his chair, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. He should be at home in bed, but instead he was here, in Gaston's favorite bar, drunk off his log.
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Post by John Silver on Nov 23, 2010 17:20:14 GMT -5
Silver watches the man from his spot leaning against the counter he takes a swig from his glass then looks down at the half empty cup.
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Post by johnsmith on Nov 23, 2010 18:46:58 GMT -5
John looked to the man beside him. Shaking the fogginess from his head, He offered a shaky hand to the man.
"Hello, the name's Smith. John Smith. And you would be?" Smith might have seemed a bit forward with the introduction, but he had always been a very friendly man, often appearing pushy to others.
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Post by John Silver on Nov 23, 2010 18:56:00 GMT -5
Silver stepped forward and offers his mechanical hand for Smith to shake "the name's John Silver"he said surveying him with his cybernetic eye
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Post by Buster on Nov 23, 2010 18:58:15 GMT -5
Buster trotted in slowly. He was depressed that the newly named Hawk had left him so he decided to come here.
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Post by johnsmith on Nov 23, 2010 19:47:34 GMT -5
Smith looked uneasily at the older man, a bit nervous under his robotic gaze. He cleared his throat, turning his gaze back to his drink. Taking another swallow, he frowned at the now empty glass.
"Hey, bartender, you mind topping a poor fellow off?" He called to the man working with the drinks. The bartender frowned, eying the many empty glasses surrounding John. Grumbling, he filled a new glass and handed it roughly to the blonde.
"These things are gonna be the death of me yet," he half-laughed, trying to make small talk with Silver.
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Post by John Silver on Nov 23, 2010 19:50:43 GMT -5
"seems so? how many have ye had?" silver said now pulling up a chair and sitting down across from Smith
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Post by johnsmith on Nov 23, 2010 19:55:16 GMT -5
"Oh, only about three, or...eight," Smith answered with a sad laugh. He shook his head, downing another swig of beer.
"Women tend to make you lose count," he added dryly.
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Post by John Silver on Nov 23, 2010 20:33:35 GMT -5
"i never really was the one fer women" he shurgs 'wait...well there were those' he thinks but shakes his head with a snort "i'm on my 1st meself" he said now looking at his own empty glass
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Post by johnsmith on Nov 23, 2010 22:08:19 GMT -5
John raised an eyebrow at the cyborg. Not much for women? Shaking his head, he went back to staring at the almost empty glass in his hand.
"So what's your story? How'd you come to be at the 'Happiest Place on Earth'?" He said the last few words a bit dryly, turning to the door to see a large doberman sauntering in. Perhaps they would have some more company.
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Post by Buster on Nov 23, 2010 23:25:37 GMT -5
Buster trotted over to John when he saw him. "Don't bother adopting a daughter. She'll only leave you in the end." he said as he sat down.
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Post by John Silver on Nov 24, 2010 14:49:57 GMT -5
John raised an eyebrow at the cyborg. Not much for women? Shaking his head, he went back to staring at the almost empty glass in his hand. "So what's your story? How'd you come to be at the 'Happiest Place on Earth'?" He said the last few words a bit dryly, turning to the door to see a large doberman sauntering in. Perhaps they would have some more company. "just thought i would get away from space is all" Silver said with a smile "yerself lad?" he asks |
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Post by johnsmith on Nov 25, 2010 22:07:17 GMT -5
"Oh, the love of my life just left me to be with some other guy, that's all," John shook his head, giving a sad laugh. "But, who cares, right? You can only move on..." he stared a bit dejectedly at the empty glass in his hand.
Glancing sideways, he saw the same dog from a moment ago had spoken to him. "Got trouble with your little girl, buddy?"
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Post by Buster on Nov 26, 2010 0:14:35 GMT -5
Buster nodded as he sighed. "She ran off to the heroes." he said simply.
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Post by johnsmith on Nov 26, 2010 10:24:51 GMT -5
John raised an eyebrow. "Wow, that's rough. I'm a hero myself, of course, but I'm sure that I wouldn't like it if I had a daughter and she joined the villains."
He sighed. God, he was drunk. He didn't understand half of what he'd said himself, so he doubted that the dog had either.
"Say, fella, what's your name?" He asked, trying to make friendly conversation.
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