Taking a breath, Simon let out a short laugh while the bartender - or rather, Shannon - served another customer. His initial instinct was to politely take his leave and get home as fast as he could. But, he supposed, what was waiting for him? His cat? (Yes, actually, his cat would be waiting. Timothy probably needed to be fed. But the cat could wait for a couple minutes, right? And, really, the cat was pretty self sufficient. Cats can catch mice, can't they? And- oh dear. He was even rambling in his third person monologue.) At this point, he had no chance of getting home before dark anyways. "Might as well just wait for the next bus," he muttered to himself. If he did that, he had at least half an hour to waste here.

After all, how much harm could one drink do?

He sat down and allowed himself to relax. When Shannon returned and repeated his offer, Simon said, "Yes, actually. Can I get a virgin screwdriver?" (Somehow, just saying "orange juice" wasn't satisfying enough.) As much as he wanted to get wasted, Simon had to work tomorrow, and early morning coffee patrons were annoying enough without a hangover. Then there was his habit of completely losing track of time when he got drunk... But anyways. So orange juice it was.

Famous last words.

Do you happen to have a bartender yet for Merlin's? i reckon a seedy bartender would be pretty fun to play xDD

Okay so my usual style of humor in writing is usually just writing a joke or doing this crappy "and then he fell.He like........fell.So far.Dear god he's still falling.Wait,he's....no still falling."Kind of humor.I've realized that this is horribly shitty so I'm trying a new Pratchettian style of humor where instead of having jokes or too many ellipses I just add little humorous notes to my writing.So if anyone can think of a way to add to the funny (humorous RP remember?) please tell me how to improve my writing.

insincerely yours,
Rincewind

I posted for the first time EVER! If it's completely wrong and messed up, sorry D:

I feel accomplished.

Terry Pratchett owns my soul.

Awesome! Also, excellent choice of username. I'm a little jealous.

I have no problem with Simon working at Coffee of Doom.

Oh, and regarding the owner of Merlin's Beard: I think we can just play him as a NPC. Maybe if someone comes along and wants to play as him, we could let them take him, but unless that happens, I guess it's not really an issue. So far, I haven't gotten any PMs about it.

As far as posting goes, I say just go ahead.

Time of day is about sunset.

And I will add the coffee shop in just a sec. Is it okay if that's where Simon works?

If it wouldn't trouble you too much I would love for you to add Alexander's coffee store in the locations.

Yay!

Okay, so now what? Do I just post, or do I wait until..actually, I have no clue where I'm going with this.

So do I just jump in? Is there a posting order? A time of day at the moment, from what I have gotten so far it is late afternoon early evening.

Is there someone playing Merlin? Do I just use a NPC sort of method on him. Sort of like someone who leaves notes for Shannon or yells from the back room. I don't want to take over the character in case someone wants to play him.

Werewolf! Awesome. Just submit your character to the character tab and I'll have him added. :)

Shannon Johnson
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Species: Lycan

Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 159 pounds
Scars or distinguishing marks: A tattoo of a crescent moon on his left shoulder, inside the lines are the celtic knot.
Eye Color: Smokey gray
Hair Color: messy light brown hair that hangs to his shoulders
Skin Color: lightly sun kissed
Body type: lean
Typical attire: Normally wears loose jeans and shirts, he rather not wear shoes. When forced he will only wear the tattered sneakers that he has grown overly attached to. He has a thick leather cuff around his right wrist that has the celtic knot.

Inventory
Weapons: His mind, two daggers and two M1911 pistols with clips full of liquid silver and others carry UV rounds. (if Vampires are involved in the story line)

PERSONAL HISTORY
Shannon grew in the heart of the Midwest of the United States, he had a great set of parents who liked to indulge in life's little side tracks. Mainly drugs, any that they could get their hands on. They were rich and lived off old money so they didn't need to worry about jobs. His parents were trying to have another child and planned to name her Charlie. They thought it was the best idea in the world, that sibling never arrived.

Shannon grew up as the all American boy, loved all the past times that the era of his birth had to offer. Football, rodeos and apple pie. He went to school had friends, always had a book to read with him. His real love was fixing things, anything from cars to toasters. He always attempted to improve on the design to enhance performance of anything he could get his hands on. One experiment went wrong and leveled the garage, sending him to the hospital. Shannon found himself thrust into a strange silent world, with no hope that he would gain his hearing again.

He met Bruce Iven, a teacher in the school for the deaf, when he was twelve a few years after his accident. The two found some common ground when Shannon fixed the slight problem in the older man's car engine. Within the countless of hours of talking, Shannon's sign language grew stronger and he started pulling out of the deep depression that had lingered over him.

In the whole war effort, Bruce brought Shannon to his lab and convinced him to help his fellow American's by doing what he did best. Improve on designs.
Weapons to be exact. Most of Shannon's creations never found their way to the battlefields-well not human ones anyway. During one full moon, Bruce was being overly aggressive with Shannon, nearly raping the human. He was able to stop himself from taking Shannon's innocence, to Bruce's horror, he had instead taken Shannon's normal life. Oddly, Shannon found he could hear when he was in his lycan form. He didn't tell Bruce simply cause he wasn't sure how to.

Bruce kept Shannon and his shame out of the main stream knowledge of his pack. They kept to small towns and out-of-the-way pit stops, always on the move so the Pack Leaders couldn't leash Bruce back into the 'family' and finding the weak link he had brought into being.

In the twenty eight year of Shannon's life, Bruce was nearly killed by a rival pack. Shannon escaped with a few scratches, he had stayed and protected Bruce. Once the others were gone, the pair hobbled to their place. Bruce wasn't healing properly, something on the claws of the others was keeping the wounds from healing. Shannon loaded Bruce into the car and drove straight to the pack he had never met.

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