Title: The calm before the storm
Description: Decadence only
Crimson Tears - March 15, 2007 05:38 PM (GMT)
It was like her world was turned upside down to such an extent that she could no longer tell what was what. Everything had come crashing down on her all so suddenly and this….This letter didn’t help the matter any. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t find it in herself to cry anymore. All emotion seemed devoid from her like she was some soulless doll strung along by wire, a wire that would hopefully soon snap and drop her back to the world she came from. That world….Was however unrealistic, there was no going back now, no matter how bad she wanted to.
Staring at the letter, the letters would soon begin to blend with the others making the writing almost undistinguishable to her anymore. Then in a delicate fashion she would proceed in folding the weather worn piece of paper into a small square and tuck it away in the pouch at her waist. Looking at it anymore was unbearable and near impossible next to the thoughts that ran rampant in her head. Not only were her thoughts becoming twisted, but they were also becoming more irrational. No matter how she tried to convince herself otherwise, she would find that her convincing was only making it worse.
Letting out a soft sigh, her eyes moved over towards the stage where a man was telling a tale of how he single handedly killed a demon. Rolling her eyes, she then turned her attention down to the mug that sat on the table before her. Taking it up in one hand she brought it to her lips and took a sip from its contents before placing it back upon the table. She normally didn’t drink, but tonight was a different story. She wanted, no, needed to rid herself of this pain and these memories all together, even if it was only for the nights time. But her time of drinking would fall short at a man who had began to take a seat beside her with a big grin on his face. The man apparently took the time to make himself comfortable, even though he wouldn’t be spending much time where he was, especially if she had anything to say about it. Yet she would allow himself enough time to explain his intrusion to her, regardless if she really cared or not to hear it.
The man swallowed and then allowed a few words, “Evening, mind if I sit with you?” Musing to herself silently, she turned her heads towards the man, allowed a dark soft smile to grace her lips, “Do you actually think you have a chance? Get lost and quit wasting my time.” It amused her greatly to see how men felt they would have any ghost of a shot with any woman they wanted. None of them cared about inward appearances, but more so about the outward appearances. If she had been ugly, she really doubted that he would even take a chance to even talk to her, but she knew the reason as to why he wanted to talk to her and that was for his own gain. All these type of men seemed to want was sex and a lovely girl to tote around on their arm like some sort of prize trophy, because that’s all she was to her so called ‘beloved’ and she was through with it.
The man studied her for a moment, unsure how to take the apparent rejection, but within a few moments he would rise and saunter off back to his group. More the less to complain about how she was a prude and what for. As if she really cared what anyone else thought of her anymore, because it all didn’t matter. She wasn’t here to find a mate, nor was she here for company. She was here for her own release to get away from everything that troubled her in the past couple days. Picking up her mug, she would take a drink from it before placing it back down and glancing over to the door, watching as it swung open to reveal the tavern’s next future drunk.
Decadence - March 19, 2007 03:46 AM (GMT)
((OOC: Sorry, it's not very good, I kind of rushed it. Plus, I'm tired and I won't have time tomorrow to do it, I don't think. Hope you like it. ))
The soft crunching of the ground beneath him echoed out into the empty streets as he traveled along the worn cobblestone walkways. Coming upon a large structure, his eyes landed upon the door as he pushed it open and emerged through the threshold. Bombarded by smoke and noise, his eyes would search each of the occupants over. Uncertainty reigned supreme through the caverns of his mind. Why was he here, this was no place for him, but yet his feet continued to propel him forward and into the mix of alcohol, smoke, and profanities. Shifting his gaze from one person to the next, they soon came to a rest upon a woman who sat by herself, a beer at the ready of her hand. Just by the looks of her, she seemed like the type that most would stray from, but curiosity seemed to lure him towards her.
Though, he would make no motions to join her, at least not right now. Shifting his attention from her and off to his right, they soon found their way to the bar where he would order an ale. To be honest, he never drank in his life before, but tonight was a special celebration. Tonight was a night of celebration and celebration only, but with the way things were going, he was almost certain that something would go awry as it always had. Taking the mug of ale in hand, he simply took a sip from it before putting it back down once again. The warm liquid seemed to sting his throat with its strong nature, but made him feel a tad more relaxed than he was only moments ago. Maybe this was why so many drank, but then again, what was so relieving about getting into fights over stupid things anyway? Laughing silently, he turned his attention back towards the woman for a brief moment, only to notice a man making his way over towards her, this time followed by a few others.
Shaking his head, he pushed his mug off to the side and rose to his feet. Turning towards the men, he began to make his way over to them, a deep scowl set across his features. Why did drunks constantly have to cause problems? Shrugging off the question, he placed a single hand over the hilt of his katana, ready to pull it if needed. Once he neared the men, he simply smiled as they all turned to face him, “Soo, what’s going on over here?” The main guy shook his head, “It’s none of YOUR concern, now buzz off.” Varonen simply kept the same dumb smile on his lips as he motioned to the woman with his head, “Well, it is my concern, seeing as that woman’s with me, not you. So in other words, she’s taken.” The man quirked a brow in confusion and simply shrugged, “Forget it….Lets go guys, I’m not going to waste my time on these two, it’s not worth it.” And with that, they all departed just as they had come. Turning his attention towards her, he simply nodded his head and offered his hand out to her, “The name’s Varonen Skeirs. I really didn’t mean to butt in on your business, I hope you don’t mind…”
Crimson Tears - March 20, 2007 03:26 PM (GMT)
(Sorry if this is a confusing post, I didn't mean to make it that way)
Shooting a curious glance over to the new entry of the tavern, a soft grin crossed her lips. If anyone stuck out like a sore thumb in this tavern, it would have been him. Surely, the rest of the tavern took attention to this man as well as her, which would not bode well for him. If she knew these types of people, they despised nothing more than some goodie goodie two-shoe snooping around where they didn’t belong.
Paying the man no more mind, she turned back to her drink, where she would proceed to slam down it’s contents in a few gulps. Wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand, she then slammed the mug down upon the table with a loud thud. Releasing a satisfactory sigh, she leaned back in her chair and placed her feet up on the table. Folding her arms over her chest, her dark eyes scanned across the tavern, analyzing everything that they came across. At least until they came upon the group of men standing just in front of her. With a half hearted sigh, she rocked forward and placed her feet firmly on the ground. Placing her hands on the table, she then pushed herself up to her feet, placing a free hand on the sword at her side, “What do you imbecile’s want n—“ Her words stopped short as the man from the bar approached them.
She studied him for a brief instance, unsure of how to take his sudden interference and then it hit her. His words came like a sharpened blade, plunging deep into her side. Who the hell did he think he was to just waltz in here and claim her as his own? What was she, some sort of prize, to the victor goes the spoils? Fat chance, if he wanted to play it that way, then she would show him just how defenseless she really had been. These men didn’t scare her or even worry her for that matter, it’s not as if she was some poor little damsel in distress that needed saving from some knight in shining armor. Once the men departed and Varonen offered his apologies, she could only laugh at him, “You’re pathetic, you realize that, right?” Normally she was quite reserved and at often times mostly shy, but with the additive of alcohol and the burning rage that rested deep inside of her. She could only lash out at the first person to set themselves in her sights. The funny part was that she wasn’t afraid of pulling the trigger, why should she be? She had nothing to lose now and nothing to gain either, other than respect.
Glancing downwards, her eyes would come to a rest at the offered hand, holding little regard for what it meant and the man it was attached to. Taking in a deep breath, her eyes lazily drifted shut and swept her into the silent depths of her mind. There she would toil over her future actions, regardless of their nature. With a malignant grin her eyes fluttered open, revealing their deep onyx hue to the dim light of the tavern. And in a soft sweet voice she would speak, but it’s the meaning they held that would really hold the bite, “Allow me to apologize, Sir. I’m sorry if I came off a little bit cross just a few moments ago, but I am truly grateful that you saved me from those thugs, but I have a favor to ask of you. Are you familiar with the band of thieves that call themselves the Blood Fang? Perhaps not…But if you would, could you help me recover something I lost from them? Now, before you even say anything, I would like to see you in action, perhaps watch you fight at the Arena? Would that be alright with you? You can always say no if you’re not interested, but I would really appreciate it if you did….” With that said, she simply offered a coy smile, knowing very well that he would more the less take the bait, hook, line, and sinker. Oh how this would be fun, but the best part is that he had no idea what was in store for him.
Decadence - March 30, 2007 01:02 AM (GMT)
(( OOC: No worries hun, I'll start the next thread since he already accepted. That way you don't have to wait for my slow bum to post, heh. ))
Once the men departed a smug smirk washed across his countenance. He couldn’t recall a time in which he was ever wrong about something going terribly wrong, but it seems his luck had changed. Even though this was only his second time in a bar and the other time he was involved with a man who ended another’s life. Just the thought of that night sent a bone chilling shiver down his back, but it was quickly wiped away by the coming of her voice.
Withdrawing his hand back to his side, his eyes narrowed upon hers. Pathetic…The word seemed to linger in his head, stirring up old memories of his long forgotten love. Though, he would quickly shut the door, not wanting to relive those memories over again. He may have failed her, but now he was a different man and this was the present, not the past. So much has changed since then, he was stronger, faster, and more refined than he had been back then, because during those times….He was still a child even if he didn’t think he was.
Blocking out the sounds of the tavern around him, he awaited any other comments she had for him. Then her words would come in a melodic tone, gracing his ears with their serene sound. Something inside of him told him not to trust a word she said, but yet he continued to listen, taking in everything she had to say. Once she finished; however, a look of uncertainty graced his features, “The Blood Fang, huh…Yes, I could actually say I’ve heard of them. What is it that you need from them and why would you ask for the help of someone so pathetic, such as me? Though, it really doesn’t matter, because I don’t care. So you might as well ask one of those guys over there if you want help, because I’m not interested and I’m not buying your act.” The look of uncertainty seemed to fade as a look of anger took its place. Normally he tried his best to not let things get to him, but for some reason she had struck an unhealed fragment of his past. Maybe he would never get over his last love, but regardless it still hurt to remember those memories. And so far, all she managed to do was bring up those memories, even if she really didn’t mean to.
Turning his back to her, he slowly began towards the bar, no longer wishing to speak with her any longer. Taking his drink in hand, he swiftly brought it to his lips and took a deep long draught from its contents, almost emptying the entire mug. Placing the mug back down, he simply stared down at its thick caramel colored glass exterior. Perhaps it really was a bad idea to come here after all, but he wasn’t about to walk away with his tail tucked between his legs. He was here to celebrate and celebrate he would, regardless to what anyone else had to say or do about it. Then a thought came to mind, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe he was going stir crazy, but her request seemed to intrigue him. The more he thought about it, the more he remembered his goals and his dreams of becoming a revered fighter. Releasing a silent sigh, he kept his back to her. But his voice would rise, though only enough for only her to hear, “I won’t make you any promises, but when are you scheduling this…..fight? All I’m going to say is that I may or may not show, it all depends and that’s the best I can offer you.”