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Post by corvin on Feb 10, 2009 21:03:44 GMT -5
Corvin strolls through the streets, taking in the sights of every building and storefront. Hands in his pockets, he hummed a quiet tune, trying to learn the layout of this new town. The backpack on his shoulder jingled as he walked, the objects inside chiming and bouncing together. He had to figure out the layout of the town before he could attempt to perform
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Post by seamus on Feb 24, 2009 15:07:17 GMT -5
A man came stumbling sideways out of a local pub, still clutching a glass of beer in one hand and doing a terrible job of not spilling it, though it was apparent he was trying very hard. The one who had thrown him out of the pub turned and re-entered it, and only when he was gone did the ejected man yell out his annoyances in a thick Irish accent.
"Hey! I'm a famous singer, I'll have you know! I'll not be returnin' to your stupid bar, service is shet it is... And I'm keepin' the glass!"
Turning away with one last defiant look, he clapped his eyes on Corvin. After a brief and obviously inebriated moment of taking the other guy in, he attempted striking up a conversation.
"Don't be goin' in there, they treat their customers like dirt, they do. Drop one... two... five or six pints on the floor," he held up two fingers to demonstrate his impressive arithmetic skills, "and they throw you right out! Unbelieveee... beleyev... it's crazy!"
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Post by corvin on Feb 24, 2009 17:02:50 GMT -5
Corvin stepped back with a little noise of surprise as he sees the other stumble into his path. He tips his head, the beads and feathers in his hair clicking and clattering quietly as they brushed against another. He covers his mouth with a hand to choke back a laugh and hide his smile as he raises an eyebrow, listening to the other's complaint.
"I'll bet..."
He offers his hand to the other and smiles a bit wider
"Corvin Kismet. Thank you for the warning."
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Post by seamus on Feb 24, 2009 17:25:08 GMT -5
Seamus stared at the outstretched hand in a puzzled manner for a moment before his expression shifted to one of suspicion. Swaying slightly, he clutched his pint close to his chest with both hands, looking quite juvenile doing so. The general look of him clearly said 'you can't have my beer'.
However, when Corvin's introduction came his way, his soggy mind seemed to grasp that the hand wasn't there for his drink. Still, he kept it close to him with his free hand as he offered his other for a handshake, missing a few times before finding his mark.
"Seamus O'... O'..." Bewilderment marred his features as he found he'd forgotten his own name. However, he shrugged it right off again in a genial manner. "Seamus O', apparently. I think I'm famous... Oh, and you're very welcome. I'm always happy to help a stranger."
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Post by corvin on Feb 24, 2009 19:36:15 GMT -5
Corvin fought not to laugh at the other's reaction, holding his hand out and waiting patiently. He almost lost it as the other's coordination lost focus, waiting for the hand to meet his, biting his lip. He shook the others hand and then stepped back to look him over.
"Pleasure to meet you, Seamus. I have to ask, is there anywhere around here with respect for their customers?"
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