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Post by Kor on Oct 20, 2016 17:52:26 GMT -6
floofBLAH BLAH BLAH JOKES ABOUT THE SHIP GETTING REVIVED LETS LITERALLY GET THIS PARTY STARTED
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Post by Kor on Oct 20, 2016 17:58:07 GMT -6
The inn was absolutely booming. It was absolutely full and it smelled like fancy drinks and normal drinks and maybe a tiny bit of vomit somewhere. Most overwhelming was the noise. The chatter of people almost drowned out the music because the music was so loud they almost had to yell. An uninvited guest had found his way onto the stage. He'd stolen the spotlight just a little bit. The audience and the rest of the band sung along with him - it wasn't very pretty and you could barely make out the words anymore. The man, with hair falling out of its braid, was red-faced from drinking and keeping his scarf on indoors. Even as drunk as he was, and even while dancing at the same time, he was pretty good with that instrument he was playing!
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Pearl
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Post by floof on Mar 13, 2017 18:23:21 GMT -6
Another man of a similar demeanor leaned back against the wall with his feet propped up on the table, telling some sort of epic tale of heist and adventure. His husky voice, which boomed across the inn's tavern on an average day, was almost instantaneously swallowed by the relentless clamor. Nevertheless, a crowd was quick to form around him, and each member clung onto his every word.
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Post by Kor on Mar 13, 2017 18:37:16 GMT -6
The blonde lost his place for a second, then burst right back into it - but now, his eyes searched through the people around him. The words died on his lips again, and he thrust his instrument at a random audience member. "Hold this for a sec, love? Someone help me onto th' table." The crowd, in good spirits, helped him onto the table - he wobbled dangerously. He shielded his eyes with his hand a bit dramatically - who the hell was stealing his crowd? The confused smile completely dropped from his face. For a second, he hung there, ignoring all the noise around there. He didn't quite believe his eyes - but why not? Fate had a habit of working like this. A grin bloomed onto his face. "... Hal?" The crowd parted as he stepped from one table to the next. "HAL!" He picked up his pace and was DEFINITELY going to fall soon.
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Pearl
HEY DUDE WHAT'S UP
Posts: 12
Pronouns: She, her.
Things I Like: Stories, Movies, Music, Food, Unhealthy Food, Very Unhealthy Food, Sugar, More Sugar, Roleplaying, Writing Fanfiction, Drawing / Animating, Other
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Post by floof on Jun 17, 2017 19:44:12 GMT -6
"And then, right as he grew the balls to lift his gun-" Hallows continued, eyes closed as he recited his tale. When he opened them, he noticed that nearly his entire audience had shifted to the man ambling across the tables of the bar. "OI, what the fuck?"
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Post by Kor on Jun 17, 2017 19:54:34 GMT -6
Maybe before Hallows would have a chance to identify the grinning man, he'd picked up his pace, and in the space of a few seconds, stepped on to the table in front of him, lost his balance, and practically threw himself on top of him. He grunted and tried using Hallows as a stand to push himself to his feet, but only got halfway so he was like sitting on Hallows with his face very close. "Hal! ... MY GODS, it's actually you!" Fallow collapsed forward again and pulled him into a hug of sorts.
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