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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Feb 20, 2007 22:25:14 GMT -5
Sully strolled casually into the Hog's Head and looked around. It looked like just the sort of dodgy place where seedy criminals and dark creatures would lurk, hiding in the shadows. Of course, he'd been here many times before. Back in another life. Back then, just as now, he had seen trouble lurking in every dark place. But now it was different. He had fought in those days because it was his job. He had done it well, with cool composure and the certainty that he was doing the right thing. But now it was personal. He felt driven by an unknown force to stop the proliferation of werewolves. He knew it would never bring Jessica back, but it didn't matter anymore. He couldn't stop if he tried.
Taking a deep breath, he walked up to the bar and looked over at the bartender. "How 'bout a glass of firewhiskey?" he said.
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Post by Zander Smith on Feb 25, 2007 1:59:34 GMT -5
Zander eyed the newcomer. There was something about this guy; something wild and unbalanced. He had a strange scent to him that Zander couldn't quite identify. "Yeah, sure," he said, walking over and taking a bottle of firewhiskey off of the shelf. He poured a glass for the man and set it in front of him. "Here you go." He hesitated for a minute, then said, "I haven't seen you around before. You new in town?"
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Feb 26, 2007 14:54:00 GMT -5
"I guess you could say that," Sully said in his thick Scottish accent. "I used to be from around here, but I've been away for a long time." He took a sip of his drink. "Can't say I'm too happy to be back, either. Too many memories, if you know what I mean."
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Mar 2, 2007 16:30:19 GMT -5
Rochelle just found a room above the Three Broomsticks. After she settled in with little belongings she had, she began to start her mission. Rochelle thought that the Hog's Head would be the best place to start looking. Once she entered the place, she looked around, taking in her surrounds. Rochelle walked up to the bar, glancing at the man at the bar. He had somewhat an unusual scent about him, sort of unbalanced, and she realized that that must be Sullivan. She didn't know him from behind, but she had good thought that it was him. Rochelle was casual about walking up to the bar and gave a smile to Zander. "Hello Zander. A firewhiskey if you don't mind," said Rochelle. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the man's face, and new that she had come to the right place.
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Mar 2, 2007 16:41:17 GMT -5
Sully sat sipping his firewhiskey and allowing himself to drift into memories of Jessica. SO many times the two of them had come to this place, laughing at the dark and shady figures who liked to come here and hide in the shadows. Back in school, they had even tried to get the bartender to believe they were 17, so he'd sell them firewhiskeys. Only once had it ever worked and they had decided to try their first sips of firewhiskey together and down the whol glass in one gulp. They had both immediately begun coughing and gasping, and Jessica had even thrown up a little. Although they had laughed about this experience afterwards, now the memory only made him want to cry. Or smash something.
Taking another long drink from his firewhiskey, a drink which he had long since learned to drink smoothly, he glanced up and caught sight of a young woman standing near him. She was beautiful, with dark eyes and curls, the very opposite of his Jessica. She had been blonde, with long straight hair that fell down her back, and her eyes had been as blue as the sky in spring. Other women simply couldn't hold a candle to her, he thought dismissively as he took another, long sip of his drink.
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Mar 2, 2007 16:52:38 GMT -5
Rochelle gave Zander another small smile and he poured her glass. She took her glass and gave a smile to the man at the bar and headed off to a small table. Rochelle caught the smell of sadness about him, and she sort of felt sorry for him. She never really liked the smell of sadness. Rochelle took a seat at the table and made sure that her hair was behind her shoulders and then took a long sip from her glass. This was only the second time she had ever had firewhiskey. Although, the stuff here burned a heck of alot more than what she had before. She closed her eyes as she swallowed. She wasn't used to the burning, but then again, she never really drank. Rochelle glanced back up the bar again and gave another slight smile to the man.
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Mar 2, 2007 17:03:23 GMT -5
Sully finished his glass and looked around for a moment. He was supposed to be scouting the place for werewolves. He was used to them, their furtive looks, their shaded eyes. He had observed that werewolves, in their human forms, generally seemed uncomfortable in their own skin and generally avoided associating with regular humans. Yet no one in the room seemed to be following that description tonight. Perhaps he had heard wrong about the werewolf activities here. He was about to turn around and order another drink when he caught the dark-haired woman smiling at him. He was taken a bit by surprise; he wasn't used to women paying attention to him anymore. There had been a time when he had attracted a lot of women, much to Jessica's dismay. But since her death, he'd grown his beard and his hair out, as a way of hiding himself. He felt in some ways that it would be a betrayal of his love for Jessie to allow some other woman to get close to him.
Yet he was intrigued by this one. He managed a small half-smile at her, then turned around again to order another drink. While he waited for the drink, he turned back to the woman. "Can I help you with something?" he asked in his thick brogue.
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Mar 2, 2007 17:25:57 GMT -5
Rochelle shook her head as he asked if he could help her with something. "No. I don't really need any help with anything, I don't believe," she said. She noticed his scottish accent, and found it somewhat appealing. Sure, he had somewhat long hair, and a beard, but still nice looking all the same. This mission was going to be more fun that what she first thought. "I just took it, that that was a friendly thing to do around here. Smile at people, but not make it creepy looking, or stalkerish, as you would put it," said Rochelle. "You know, as a greeting. Back in Italy, we just hug because practically everyone knows everyone else, and smiling is a greeting as well. So I just took it that, smiling was somewhat a greeting here too. I didn't offend you or anything did I?" Well, the majority of that was true. She knew she was part Italian, part British, and she used to live in Italy, before she was bitten, and they did hug, so she wasn't really lying about it.
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Mar 2, 2007 21:29:23 GMT -5
"Oh," Sully said awkwardly. "No... no, you didn't offend me. It's just that I... I'm not used to people being friendly in places like this. Most of the time, the people here'd kill you soon as look at you." He found he couldn't quite take his eyes from the woman. "And to be honest, it's been a while since a lass as lovely as you so much as looked twice at me."
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Mar 2, 2007 21:36:07 GMT -5
"Oh," said Rochelle. "Well, you don't really seem mean or anything. To be honest, this is my first time coming in here. I figured to find huge men sitting around, drinking, arguing, that kind of thing, but luckly it's pretty quite," she said. Rochelle had to blush a very faint color of pink across her cheeks. "Well, thank you. And why hasn't anyone else looked twice at you? You're not that bad looking."
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Mar 2, 2007 21:44:49 GMT -5
Sully found himself smiling in spite of himself. "Well, thank you, lass," he said, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I guess it's just cause I'm not used to being noticed at all. I like to blend in with the shadows, like the other people here. I guess you could say I've been kind of... anti-social." He took his drink from Zander and took a long, fortifying gulp.
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Mar 2, 2007 21:49:56 GMT -5
"I see," said Rochelle. "I don't tend to hide in the shadows, or make sure I get myself noticed, I just float along, I guess. Whatever happens, happens, right? Why have you been anti-social, that is if you don't mind my asking."
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Mar 2, 2007 21:55:33 GMT -5
Sully took another drink from his glass, then hopped down from the barstool and walked over to the table where she was sitting. "It's a long story, lass. And not a very happy one. Are you sure you want to hear it?" He looked at her sincerely. "I'm Matthew Sullivan, by the way. People call me Sully. What can I call you?"
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Mar 3, 2007 17:03:10 GMT -5
"I've got the time. I haven't anywhere special to be," said Rochelle. "Nice to meet Sully. I'm Rochelle Parnell," she said with a slight smile.
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Mar 3, 2007 17:34:09 GMT -5
"All right, then," he said, sliding into the chair across from her. He took another drink from his glass and looked at her, tilting his head slightly. "Rochelle, it's nice to meet you. You've got a lovely name. Tell me, lass, have you ever loved someone? I mean, really loved someone, like that person was your whole life, your soul, your reason for living?"
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Mar 3, 2007 17:42:12 GMT -5
Rochelle thought about it for a second. She couldn't think of anytime when she actually loved someone, and come to think of it, she didn't really know what loved felt like or anything. Rochelle shook her head slowly. "No, I haven't. I don't think I've ever loved anyone at all."
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Mar 3, 2007 17:49:51 GMT -5
Sully nodded and took another drink. "Then you're a lucky one, lass," he said. "I've known love--the beauty of just being with someone whose face makes your heart soar, whose voice sends you to the very heavens above. I loved someone once, someone who could take my breath away just by lookin' at me. And she loved me, too, with everything in her heart. She was my life, and I gave her my very soul. And when she died, she took it all with her. I've nothing left, I'm just an empty shell of a man. Can you imagine what it's like to have something so wonderful, so perfect, and have it ripped away from you? It's like gettin' a glimpse o' heaven, then bein' cast into hell."
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Mar 3, 2007 17:56:33 GMT -5
Rochelle listened. "I'm sorry," she said once he was finished. "I don't think I could ever imagining that happening. I don't think anyone could ever imagine that happening. And like I said, I'm really sorry about what happened." Rochelle took another drink, slowly, and tried to ignore the burning as it went down. "If you don't mind my asking, how did she die?"
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Mar 3, 2007 18:09:54 GMT -5
Sully sighed and took another drink. "It was the night before we were supposed to be married," he said. "Jessica had been out late with her friends for a few drinks, toasting the wedding. When she left, she walked to her house, but took a short cut through the forest. She didn't even notice it was a full moon..." His voice cracked and he trailed off and finished the rest of his drink. Tears shone in his eyes as he continued. "She was attacked by a werewolf. When she didn't show up for the wedding the next day, we all went lookin' for her. I found her, mangled and bloody and barely recognizable. But she was still alive. She clung to life for three whole days in St. Mungo's, but her injuries were so severe that she eventually died. She died in my arms, and her last words to me were, 'see you in another life.'" He bent his head down and begain to weep. "For a while, I went mad with grief, and they had to lock me up. Since they let me out, I've dedicated my life to killing werewolves." His voice shook as he spoke those words.
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Mar 3, 2007 18:19:20 GMT -5
Rochelle could actually understand why he wanted to hunt werewolves, and she would too, if she was in that sitation, and a different person. "I'm really sorry Sully," said Rochelle. She wondered who actually killed her, maybe she would talk with Gretchen next time she saw her.
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