Spring 14th of Bethas 2719
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1800 Hours
19 Degrees, Windy
Black Dove Tavern
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1800 Hours
19 Degrees, Windy
Black Dove Tavern
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A place of dust and dismay was the Black Dove Tavern. Floorboard rotted under foot, shelves hung sideways and bottles were nearly always watered down. It was better than nothing, and nothing was what Makia had around the corner. A place to get a decent drink, to down away the stresses of life in Old Rose Harbor, was not a place the youngin' could afford. Until then, the bald crow bar was a welcome sight in the Witch's eyes.
The barkeep was dirty and drab. His eyes downcast and tired, wrinkled into the corners, sinking deeply into his face. They were devoid of color and life. He was not the kind of bartender that would happily listen to the stories of a nobody for the chance at an extra shilling tip. Makia did not mind. She was not much of a talker. Her woes were her own, and thankfully for her, they were little in this Season.
She sat in a tilted wooden stool, nearly feeling the splinters of the old thing shoved into her the skin of her ass, despite the layers that warmed and supposedly protected her. The length of the wooden bar, dusted with age and wear, separated her from the dismal barkeep and the lines of bottles behind him. She glanced upwards at them, each covered in muck and grime, their names and titles hidden behind layers of dirt. The liquids inside ranging from clear to browns and reds and blacks and greens. The bottle her own drink, held calmly in her hand atop of the bar, was just as indistinguishable from the rest, though she hoped it did in fact contain the rum she had so ordered. The color seemed right, if not parted with dirty water.
She took a sip, attempting to prolong te life of the liquor that she knew she could not afford many of, despite her wantings. She lit up a rolled cig to help with the numbing, as it was likely the drink would only slightly blur the edges. She enjoyed the haze, the reluctance to act or speak, the simply weaving through life. It was an appreciated way of being, and while she was not particularly running from anything, it was the general feeling of fog that she felt comforted in.
She turned in her seat, she was sitting sideways, her gaze parallel to bar top. Her arm, elbow down, was resting on the blanched wood, her palm cupped the drink, the ice clinked in the glass. She turned her sight to the openness of the tavern. Her shoulders lumped, her eyes tilted and low, the place was decently packed, but the atmosphere was quiet, jaded. Many were slumped over their own drinks at lone tables, some stood, leaning against the wooden structure, staring off into what Makia could only assume was their own mind. It was not a rambunctious group, and for that she was thankful.
Makia was not one against excitement and play. She enjoyed herself much too often in fact in such events. However she also would seek out the quiet of her mind and today was one of those times. The air was thick and full of thoughts that she attempted to quiet with the drinks and smokes. After she had run our of her coin and her lights she would wander back to the docks and into her hole of a ship cabin and sleep until the King demanded her presence once again, where the excitement would resume in her life. She dabbled on the thought of some dust to further her goals. It was also tempting, but even she knew the dangers of reliance and want. She could not afford to demand after the item she most often protected.
She took another sip with one hand, the glass clinking back down onto the hard surface with a less than desirable noise. Her other hand came to her mouth where she dragged on the spur until her lungs filled with the toxic cloud which she then released back into the atmosphere. Her movements were decisive and slow, taking her time with the limited drugs in her possession.
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The goal of this thread it to get into a brawl with someone of relative skill to Makia - Beginner. An NPC is fine, and will do if no other is interested, but if you are, send me a PM to talk about it. Doesn't matter who wins. We can die roll it. If you have any other storyline ideas for this thread you may want to write about, send me a PM.
