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Aug. 11th, 2005 @ 02:37 pm (no subject)
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From:cursed_one_
Date:August 11th, 2005 11:27 am (UTC)
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Noticing the man with the mask, he only ducks his head more into his table, trying not to be noticed. He can't smell the scent of dead flesh and it bothers him differently than most people. He isn't afraid of the man, he is afraid of himself.
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 11th, 2005 11:40 am (UTC)
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After placing the Cobbler's order for cider, she turns and surveys the room. It doesn't take her long to find someone she's not spoken to yet, and once she does her course is set.
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 11th, 2005 11:44 am (UTC)
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Noticing her approach, he tries to move more into the table, trying his best to not get noticed. Its not that he is afraid of the girl in the least, its he is afraid of putting her at risk.
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 11th, 2005 11:47 am (UTC)
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She smiles pleasantly, and approaches so that the table will be between them. She brushes her fingertips across the tabletop when she arrives, tilting her head towards him politely. "A warm welcome to you, sir."

Her fingertips come to a rest on the edge of the table. "What's your pleasure?"
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 11th, 2005 11:52 am (UTC)
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He peeks up at her, he is obviously a little nervous about something. He finally manages to find his voice and speaks softly, but pleasantly.

"I...I would like just a beer if you have one, an american one."
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 11th, 2005 11:56 am (UTC)
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"Certainly. Would you like anything else?" She continues to smile pleasantly, her eyes focused on his chin so he doesn't have to make eye contact with her.
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 11th, 2005 07:29 pm (UTC)
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"No...make it a couple of beers please."

His eyes keep darting away from her so he isn't entirely sure where she is looking, he just knows he is trying to avoid her and everyone else as much as possible.
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 11th, 2005 10:26 pm (UTC)
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"Certainly." She lifts her hand from the table, gesturing to one of the waitresses.

"Has something put you ill at ease?"
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 12th, 2005 10:06 am (UTC)
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"No...nothing..why would you think that?"


He tries to chuckle and sound sure of himself, but if anything it only makes him sound more nervous.

"Its just best for everyone involved here if I leave as soon as possible."
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 12th, 2005 10:09 am (UTC)
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She tilts her head to the side a bit, resting her hand on the table again. "Is it best for you?"
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 12th, 2005 10:23 am (UTC)
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"Whats best for me isn't important all the time, but yes if I stay I will only bury myself further in grief."
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 12th, 2005 10:25 am (UTC)
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She pauses to murmur his order to the waitress, then returns her attentions to Jacob. "Would you feel better if you talked about whatever is wrong?"
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 12th, 2005 10:32 am (UTC)
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"No, talking about it never works. It only makes people angry with me, as they should be. I just can't escape from it....maybe I should set back off tonight, its only a little rain."
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 12th, 2005 10:40 am (UTC)
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"I don't anger very easily. And surely there's something I can do to help the evening pass more pleasantly for you?" She smiles to the waitress who's brought his beers, taking the glass and the bottle that's been opened to pour it herself.

With a careful tilt of glass and bottle, the beer is soon dispensed, thick and foamy at the top, and she offers it to him.
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 12th, 2005 12:22 pm (UTC)
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"Even you would find my crimes unbearble, as I have. I only seek release."


He takes the beer and takes a large drink from it, its obvious he is drinking it not to enjoy it, but for its alcoholic properties.
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 12th, 2005 12:29 pm (UTC)
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She watches him for a moment.

"There are faster ways to get drunk."
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 12th, 2005 12:32 pm (UTC)
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"Don't worry I was planning on moving to shots next."


He smiles for a moment before returning to his beer, it is the smile of the defeated and the worn.
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 12th, 2005 12:37 pm (UTC)
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She murmurs something to a passing waitress, then sits at the table with him. "Nobody should drink alone."
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 13th, 2005 07:40 am (UTC)
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"I'm never truly alone anymore, I can always hear their screams."


The last part is more than a whisper and for a brief moment he actually turns and looks into her face. The look behind his eyes is one who has been hunted and sought for far to long.
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 13th, 2005 07:57 am (UTC)
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She meets his gaze unflinchingly, resting her hands on the table. "We all have sad memories."
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 13th, 2005 09:35 am (UTC)
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"All of us have sad memories your right, but what about the memories that aren't sad they are torturous?"
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 13th, 2005 04:28 pm (UTC)
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"Many here have those as well...some have learned to live in spite of them."
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 14th, 2005 06:43 am (UTC)
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"But that is the difference, I can't leave with my actions. I have done things to great and terrible and must be removed to protect the people around me."

At those words he sweeps his head left and right as if expecting the executioner's axe.
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From:butterfly_souls
Date:August 14th, 2005 08:10 am (UTC)
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"And there's nothing at all you can do to seek redemption?"
From:cursed_one_
Date:August 14th, 2005 11:37 am (UTC)
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"Death."


He says it with such finality that everyone in the rooms hears it whether they were paying attention to the conversation. Suddenly, everyone's eyes are turned to him for the briefest moment before they very subdued now turned back to their own drinks and conversations.