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Post by Karl on Oct 23, 2006 22:02:40 GMT -5
Karl walked into the Hog's Head, fresh from his night of roaming the forest. He and several other pack members had taken down a large stag, devouring its flesh greedily. He'd awakened, covered in blood. It was a nice feeling. He had bathed in a smalll puddle, which removed the blood, but added streaks of dirt instead. He'd managed to find his old ratty clothes, which hung off of him in great, torn strips, and now was hoping for a drink to wash away the metallic taste in his mouth. He walked, half slumped over, his arms hanging straight down, and his legs moving with the lean, lanky steps of a wolf. Approaching the bar, he perched himself awkwardly on the stool and looked at the human behind the counter. "Butterbeer," he growled in a hoarse, gravelly voice.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Oct 25, 2006 15:19:09 GMT -5
Someone's grumpy, thought Emily as she grabbed a mug and poured him a glass of butterbeer. "Here you go," she said sliding him the glass. Emily studied him for a second, noticing his tattered and too big clothing and she noticed the streaks of dirt on his face and what skin was showing. She looked away and started to clean the other mugs laying around.
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Post by Karl on Oct 25, 2006 17:39:45 GMT -5
Karl grunted in response, then began slurping at his butterbeer, sloshing liquid all over the counter as he did so. He ended up with more butterbeer on the counter and down the front of him than in in his mouth. He looked up at Emily and smiled a toothy grin. "It's good. More?"
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Oct 25, 2006 17:54:15 GMT -5
Emily looked out of the corner of her eye, and saw him drinking, but didn't say anything about it, she knew it's better to just keep quite. "Eh, sure," said Emily putting the glass down she was cleaning. She poured him a refill and wiped up the mess he had made previously.
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Post by Karl on Oct 25, 2006 17:59:45 GMT -5
Karl grunted again and began drinking. Once again, he lapped up the butterbeer like a dog and splashed liquid all over the counter. When he was finished, his hair, his shaggy beard, and his clothes were all as soaked as the countertop. Looking up, he smiled at her. "You're pretty," he grunted.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Oct 25, 2006 18:05:57 GMT -5
Emily raised an eyebrow and wiped up the mess again. "Um, thanks," she said handing him a dry towel to dry off his chin. "Need this?"
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Post by Karl on Oct 25, 2006 18:09:39 GMT -5
Karl nodded and took the towel, wiping himself off. If he had been home, he probably just would have shook himself off, but he was in public and Fenrir had taught him to act respectable in public. He didn't realize that he'd already failed at that. "What's yer name?" he asked, trying to be sociable.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Oct 25, 2006 18:13:57 GMT -5
"The name's Emily," said Emily politely. "What's yours?" she asked. For once, a customer was not being a complete jerk or just starting to yell at her for no apparent reason, so she decided to talk to him.
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Post by Karl on Oct 25, 2006 18:23:48 GMT -5
"Karl," he said bluntly. He wasn't sure what else to say, as he was not very good at making conversation. "Uh... I'm hungry. Got any food?"
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Oct 25, 2006 18:33:23 GMT -5
"Only a pack of crackers. We don't normally serve food, but here, have these," said Emily handing him the pack of crackers.
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Post by Karl on Oct 25, 2006 18:37:19 GMT -5
Karl grunted, then took the crackers. He ripped open the package with his teeth and then spit the plastic on the floor. Then he shoved the crackers, one at a time, into his mouth and chewed noisily.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Oct 25, 2006 18:54:56 GMT -5
Emily raised an eyebrow at him again, but didn't say a word and poured him another glass of butterbeer, figuring he'd want some more.
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Post by Karl on Oct 25, 2006 21:14:02 GMT -5
Karl acknowledged the drink with a nod of his shaggy head. Then he grabbed the glass and began slurping from it. When he had finished, he decided it was time to go home. He remembered that humans liked to receive shiny things in exchange for food and drink, so he reached in the pocket of his torn, oversized pants, searching for his shiny things. But he only found two of them. He could have sworn he'd had more than that, given to him by Fenrir. The rest must have fallen out of his pocket when he transformed. Pitifully, he held out the shiny things to the pretty girl and hoped they were enough.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Oct 26, 2006 20:12:28 GMT -5
Emily nodded and took the coins. She'd add in the rest later. "Thanks Karl," she said giving him a smile. "I guess I'll see you around sometime then?"
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Post by Karl on Oct 26, 2006 22:25:00 GMT -5
"Sure," said Karl, nodding vigorously at her. He got up and walked out of the bar, stopping at the door to shake himself off and scratch at a flea in his hair. Then he headed off to find the Headquarters.
((Darn it, I was so not supposed to like Karl...))
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