Post by Seth on Feb 17, 2005 23:17:36 GMT 10
OOC note: Any words misspelt when Bones is talking, are deliberate mistakes, to add to the effect of his accent.
IC:
The room was brightly lit, almost blinding compared to the last few days of storm and seemingly constant night, it was a basement, but this wasn't an ordinary basement storage room... it had been converted into a pub, the bar and stools were covered with a few cobwebs, it had been a long time since this place had been active, the casks of ale behind the bar were covered in cob-webs as well, and several message boards were on each wall, but no messages were on them, there were several windows along one side of the room, this room was on the side of the castle, probably lower on the cliff face than the rest of the citadel, the sunlight light the room fairly well, and revealed a skeleton lying behind the bar with a cigarette in one hand, he looked like he had died while having a smoke, suddenly the silence of the room was broken as the heavy door slowly unlocked, and began to slide open noisily, Seth was the one opening the door, it was very heavy, and he wished he had some help, but the door was opened soon enough, Seth decided to simply leave the damn door open, rather than moving the heavy thing every day and night, as Seth walked into the room, he stopped in the middle, looking around and the old and dusty things around the room, the Skeleton, the casks of various types of alchohol, the bar and bar stools, the empty notice boards, and of course the large billiards table, along with the cues and various other things that go with it, Seth simply looked around before muttering to himself
Seth sighed, he knew Bones pretty well, he just didn't have the patience to mess around right now
As he said this, Bones stuck the ciggy in his mouth and looked at Seth, as if waithing for his answer, the only answer he got ( Or even needed) was the fireball that flew at his head, leaving a big cloud of black smoke, as it cleared, Bones' haunting laughter could be heard as his skull twisted into a kind of smile, since he was dead, the fire didn't hurt him, but it did light his cigarette, and that was all that Bones wanted, he picked up a glass and and old rag, and began to idly wipe the glass for a second, before saying
It was a deal, and thats all that had to be said, as Seth turned to leave, he knew that his work had just gotten a little easier...
IC:
The room was brightly lit, almost blinding compared to the last few days of storm and seemingly constant night, it was a basement, but this wasn't an ordinary basement storage room... it had been converted into a pub, the bar and stools were covered with a few cobwebs, it had been a long time since this place had been active, the casks of ale behind the bar were covered in cob-webs as well, and several message boards were on each wall, but no messages were on them, there were several windows along one side of the room, this room was on the side of the castle, probably lower on the cliff face than the rest of the citadel, the sunlight light the room fairly well, and revealed a skeleton lying behind the bar with a cigarette in one hand, he looked like he had died while having a smoke, suddenly the silence of the room was broken as the heavy door slowly unlocked, and began to slide open noisily, Seth was the one opening the door, it was very heavy, and he wished he had some help, but the door was opened soon enough, Seth decided to simply leave the damn door open, rather than moving the heavy thing every day and night, as Seth walked into the room, he stopped in the middle, looking around and the old and dusty things around the room, the Skeleton, the casks of various types of alchohol, the bar and bar stools, the empty notice boards, and of course the large billiards table, along with the cues and various other things that go with it, Seth simply looked around before muttering to himself
Yes, perfect, no more doing everything around here myself... Bones! Wake up you groggy old bastard!
[/i][/center][/color]Err... damnit, can't a *hic* feller get a moments peace?
It's been a hundred and two years Bones... It's about time you got up and helped out around here.
[/i][/center][/color]Ooogh... It's only bin a 'undred years?
Seth sighed, he knew Bones pretty well, he just didn't have the patience to mess around right now
Damnit Bones! Get your ass up! I need you to run this here bar, you get to serve drinks and stand around idly cleaning glasses! I'm going to use those message boards along your walls to put up requests for help around the castle, I can't keep doing everything around here, and no ones gonna come and see the requests if they don't have any reason to be here, so I'm letting you run this bar any way you want to, as long as you let me put up my mission requests on the boards, deal?
[/i][/center][/color]Well, let me think about it... I could work fer ya, or go back to sleep... dey both sound like good offers, so 'ows about this: You gimme a light, an' I'll run this 'ere bar
As he said this, Bones stuck the ciggy in his mouth and looked at Seth, as if waithing for his answer, the only answer he got ( Or even needed) was the fireball that flew at his head, leaving a big cloud of black smoke, as it cleared, Bones' haunting laughter could be heard as his skull twisted into a kind of smile, since he was dead, the fire didn't hurt him, but it did light his cigarette, and that was all that Bones wanted, he picked up a glass and and old rag, and began to idly wipe the glass for a second, before saying
Well, does 'dis 'ere look suit me?
It was a deal, and thats all that had to be said, as Seth turned to leave, he knew that his work had just gotten a little easier...
