Introduction
The City is a fairly mundane place. Every morning, people wake up, go to work, go home, and repeat the whole process again. There are bars, stores, and round the clock fast food joints. Some of the people just happen to be vampires, fairies, wizards, werewolves, and just about anything else you can imagine. Basically, all myths are true, and they are your accountants and bartenders and that guy on the street corner yelling. These aren't the guys that are too deeply involved in vampires politics or fairy wars, but your average joes on the fringe.
Some places you might like to know about:
Merlin's Beard (colloquially referred to as Merlin's)
A bar run by a cranky wizard named Lester, it's located on the seedier side of town. Shannon Ivan works as the bartender there.
Coffee of Doom
A coffee shop that sells more than just hot beverages, run by Alexander Valentine. It's also where Simon duMond works.
Some ground rules:
1. No hybrids or Mary Sues. (Well, okay, maybe if you have a really good idea, but no vampires. How can you even be half-vampire?)
2. This is going to be pretty light hearted, if you couldn't tell already, but don't make random things happen just for the giggles.
3. Don't do anything too graphic, but swearing and similar nonsense is allowed. As long as it's close to PG-13, you're good.
4. Just follow general RP courtesy (if you don't know what that is, lurk around for a bit). You know, no godmoding and the like. Speaking of which...
5. Don't be a god. As in, all myths are true, but that doesn't mean you can be Odin.
6. Please do your best to use grammar that would make your high school English teacher proud. I'm not expecting perfection, but at least try.
7. Have fun!
Oh wow, that's a lot of rules. Anyways, try to keep OOC talk in the OOC forum.
I'll try to keep this updated as the story (if there should be such a thing) goes on.
Some places you might like to know about:
Merlin's Beard (colloquially referred to as Merlin's)
A bar run by a cranky wizard named Lester, it's located on the seedier side of town. Shannon Ivan works as the bartender there.
Coffee of Doom
A coffee shop that sells more than just hot beverages, run by Alexander Valentine. It's also where Simon duMond works.
Some ground rules:
1. No hybrids or Mary Sues. (Well, okay, maybe if you have a really good idea, but no vampires. How can you even be half-vampire?)
2. This is going to be pretty light hearted, if you couldn't tell already, but don't make random things happen just for the giggles.
3. Don't do anything too graphic, but swearing and similar nonsense is allowed. As long as it's close to PG-13, you're good.
4. Just follow general RP courtesy (if you don't know what that is, lurk around for a bit). You know, no godmoding and the like. Speaking of which...
5. Don't be a god. As in, all myths are true, but that doesn't mean you can be Odin.
6. Please do your best to use grammar that would make your high school English teacher proud. I'm not expecting perfection, but at least try.
7. Have fun!
Oh wow, that's a lot of rules. Anyways, try to keep OOC talk in the OOC forum.
I'll try to keep this updated as the story (if there should be such a thing) goes on.
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Simon was lost.
He adjusted his glasses nervously. His eyes flickered around the street, which was rapidly growing darker. There were six streetlights, he noted, but only two were operational. A third was blinking on and off at random intervals, revealing for seconds at a time something that looked a lot like gang graffiti. The majority of the buildings were run down, but in this part of town, that didn't mean uninhabited. He edged a little closer to the road after he saw eyes glaring out at him from the closest building.
An hour ago, he had been on his way home from his last class of the day. A Vampire Pride parade happened to block his usual route home. He watched for a moment as the parade of dark umbrellas and well-concealed pale skin consumed the street before doing something completely out of character. He took the bus.
Needless to say, that was a bad idea. The bus itself was of dubious quality, everything covered in a layer of unremovable grime. He treaded carefully to the seat closest to the front, and sat down by the window. The man across the aisle from him had horns. Long before they reached his stop, he looked over at the horned man, and in return got to see the man's various rows of teeth and hungry looking eyes. He smiled back grudgingly. Simon got off at the next stop with as much dignity as he could muster, walked for the next ten minutes in the direction he hoped would lead him home, and declared himself lost.
Tonight was going to be awesome.
He adjusted his glasses nervously. His eyes flickered around the street, which was rapidly growing darker. There were six streetlights, he noted, but only two were operational. A third was blinking on and off at random intervals, revealing for seconds at a time something that looked a lot like gang graffiti. The majority of the buildings were run down, but in this part of town, that didn't mean uninhabited. He edged a little closer to the road after he saw eyes glaring out at him from the closest building.
An hour ago, he had been on his way home from his last class of the day. A Vampire Pride parade happened to block his usual route home. He watched for a moment as the parade of dark umbrellas and well-concealed pale skin consumed the street before doing something completely out of character. He took the bus.
Needless to say, that was a bad idea. The bus itself was of dubious quality, everything covered in a layer of unremovable grime. He treaded carefully to the seat closest to the front, and sat down by the window. The man across the aisle from him had horns. Long before they reached his stop, he looked over at the horned man, and in return got to see the man's various rows of teeth and hungry looking eyes. He smiled back grudgingly. Simon got off at the next stop with as much dignity as he could muster, walked for the next ten minutes in the direction he hoped would lead him home, and declared himself lost.
Tonight was going to be awesome.
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Vibrations rippled over Shannon rousing him from his sleep, his gray eyes blinked at the angry red numbers of his alarm clock. He let out a disgusted moan rolling on his side, his hand slapped the snooze button he just didn't want to wake up. A few customers had gotten a little creative with a few tables and chairs the night before and he had to clean it up after the bar finally closed.
After the second prompt from the alarm, he sat up and shut the annoying device off. He tossed the coverlet aside, rubbing his face with his palm. Bare feet padded toward the bathroom for his morning routine. After a quick shower, dried off and found some clothes giving each one a smell test before pulling the articles on his body. He needed to laundry soon another reminder of how much his long shifts were taking over his life. He snorted, gathering his wallet and his keys on his way out. He opened the door and stepped beyond the threshold, he stopped turning back glancing at the shoes he had neglected to put on.
Shannon trotted down the steps of his apartment building, a hand grasped his shoulder. He turned and blinked at smiling woman who had taken on as his caretaker since Bruce's death. The two spoke for a few moments using the hand gestures of the modern sign language. Although, she was still learning Shannon had to practice what little patience he had. He ended the conversation quickly since he was running a little late for work.
He had to run the four blocks to the hole in the wall bar, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door. Glancing up at the pointed hat on the sign before pushing through the door. He locked the door behind him flipping on lights on his way through. A note left by the boss reminded him to go through the inventory, like he was going to forget. It happens on this day every week.
Tripping over a box, he nearly used the bar to keep himself from falling on his face. He glanced at the container and frowned, than let out a toneless laughed. He had put it there to make sure he put it away. With a yawn, he picked up the box of special liquor and hauled it to the back. With a quick check of all the bottles behind the bar, he glanced at the clock and made his way to the front door and unlock it. Time for his guests to shuffle in, he flipped on the open sign and returned behind the bar to finish stocking the endless bottles.
After the second prompt from the alarm, he sat up and shut the annoying device off. He tossed the coverlet aside, rubbing his face with his palm. Bare feet padded toward the bathroom for his morning routine. After a quick shower, dried off and found some clothes giving each one a smell test before pulling the articles on his body. He needed to laundry soon another reminder of how much his long shifts were taking over his life. He snorted, gathering his wallet and his keys on his way out. He opened the door and stepped beyond the threshold, he stopped turning back glancing at the shoes he had neglected to put on.
Shannon trotted down the steps of his apartment building, a hand grasped his shoulder. He turned and blinked at smiling woman who had taken on as his caretaker since Bruce's death. The two spoke for a few moments using the hand gestures of the modern sign language. Although, she was still learning Shannon had to practice what little patience he had. He ended the conversation quickly since he was running a little late for work.
He had to run the four blocks to the hole in the wall bar, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door. Glancing up at the pointed hat on the sign before pushing through the door. He locked the door behind him flipping on lights on his way through. A note left by the boss reminded him to go through the inventory, like he was going to forget. It happens on this day every week.
Tripping over a box, he nearly used the bar to keep himself from falling on his face. He glanced at the container and frowned, than let out a toneless laughed. He had put it there to make sure he put it away. With a yawn, he picked up the box of special liquor and hauled it to the back. With a quick check of all the bottles behind the bar, he glanced at the clock and made his way to the front door and unlock it. Time for his guests to shuffle in, he flipped on the open sign and returned behind the bar to finish stocking the endless bottles.
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Simon was in a bad mood already. He had to work tomorrow, and Timothy would be angry if he did not come home in time to feed him. For a tiny orange cat, Timothy was dangerous. He grasped around in his bag for his cell phone for a moment. It was a disposable one that had to have minute cards added to it. He wished briefly that he had a smart phone so he could use the GPS. Sighing, he realized there was no point anyways. He had left his phone at home. A breeze brushed past him, and he zipped up his jacket to compensate.
Holding his bag close, he began to walk. There was no way he wanted to be on the street after dark. He had no problem with vampires, but he also had no desire to become a blood donor today. He did not let his mind ponder the other things that lurked in the night. There was no use becoming any more paranoid than he already was. Maybe if he just kept walking, he would stumble upon someone - or something - that could give him directions.
He saw the sign pretty soon after that. He guessed it was a bar, judging from the name - "Merlin's Beard." He looked around the still empty street, and made a run for it. It must have just opened, he thought, there's no one here yet. Shrugging off the nervous feeling that always accompanied him, he opened the door. He glanced around the room and at the bartender, who was doing something behind the counter.
He watched the bartender work for a second before saying, "Hello? I was hoping to get directions back to Main Street."
Holding his bag close, he began to walk. There was no way he wanted to be on the street after dark. He had no problem with vampires, but he also had no desire to become a blood donor today. He did not let his mind ponder the other things that lurked in the night. There was no use becoming any more paranoid than he already was. Maybe if he just kept walking, he would stumble upon someone - or something - that could give him directions.
He saw the sign pretty soon after that. He guessed it was a bar, judging from the name - "Merlin's Beard." He looked around the still empty street, and made a run for it. It must have just opened, he thought, there's no one here yet. Shrugging off the nervous feeling that always accompanied him, he opened the door. He glanced around the room and at the bartender, who was doing something behind the counter.
He watched the bartender work for a second before saying, "Hello? I was hoping to get directions back to Main Street."
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Shannon continued stuffing the shelves with bottles, the fire wine had gone faster than anything else. Demons liked their alcohol hot to match their inner body temperature. If he didn't have enough on hand things get ugly quickly. Hench the table and chair slammed in the wall last night. It was odd to have a table sticking from the wall most of the night. He chuckled to himself at the thought of the furniture suspended due to a few legs dug deep in the dry wall.
A burst of cold whipped through the bar alerting him to the front door opening. The servers wouldn't be arriving for another hour, he straightened and turned to the thin man standing awkwardly clutching his. He looked slightly rumpled from fright, he leaned forward to get a better look at the man's lips. He only caught the words 'main street'. Was he lost?
He hoped he was right. He pulled a local map of the city from under the bar waving the customer closer, he unfolded it using shot glasses to hold the edges of the old paper down. His finger rested on the nearest corner where the bar was located, his eyes rose and waited for the other to join him. He was taking a huge risk by assuming instead of asking for a repeat.
A burst of cold whipped through the bar alerting him to the front door opening. The servers wouldn't be arriving for another hour, he straightened and turned to the thin man standing awkwardly clutching his. He looked slightly rumpled from fright, he leaned forward to get a better look at the man's lips. He only caught the words 'main street'. Was he lost?
He hoped he was right. He pulled a local map of the city from under the bar waving the customer closer, he unfolded it using shot glasses to hold the edges of the old paper down. His finger rested on the nearest corner where the bar was located, his eyes rose and waited for the other to join him. He was taking a huge risk by assuming instead of asking for a repeat.
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Emily trotted down the street, heading home. It wasn't the wisest thing to stay out too late in the city. The sun was setting, causing the sky to turn an burnt orange, auburn color. "Ah," Emily sighed, kicking a pebble along her trail. "It's a shame I can never stay out late enough to see it set." She thought, catching sight of the orange glow the sun was staging.
Emily picked up her pace, hurrying home. She unlocked the door, recollecting the fact that her aunt was staying late at the restaurant tonight. She advanced to the kitchen, picking a box of cereal off the top of her refrigerator. "Nothing like breakfast for dinner!" She grinned, taking a bowl down from the cabinet, dumping some cereal into the dish, and drowning it in milk.
Emily picked up her pace, hurrying home. She unlocked the door, recollecting the fact that her aunt was staying late at the restaurant tonight. She advanced to the kitchen, picking a box of cereal off the top of her refrigerator. "Nothing like breakfast for dinner!" She grinned, taking a bowl down from the cabinet, dumping some cereal into the dish, and drowning it in milk.
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Alexander was about to become nocturnal,it seemed easier than staying awake during those slow days and having to shoot yourself up with caffeine every damn night when theaddicts attacked.If it wasn't for the twenty kilos of Coffee grinds he'd been chewing before work then he'd have long since passed out on the floor.It was times like this that he hated the Laborer's Union with a burning hatred made of fiery hate.The coffee shop received a steady influx of customers all day,with momentary bursts of hipsters during right after dawn and right after dusk but everything could be generally handled by a pair of people.It was Simon's day off and Rodney's Medusa girlfriend called in sick for him and left Alexander alone in a coffee shop with several coffee deprived addicts.Oh,wonderful day.Another shout from the corner had Alex throwing a few menus at them,one of them hit a baby,he giggled.He grabbed a tray from the counter and after piling the treats and coffee onto the tray set about to throw the snacks and coffee about the shop.A Pegasus and his husband were standing in the corner whinnying for their sugared hay and Alexander darted around a hungry succubus,"Not at the moment my dear."he told her as he spun out of her outstretched arms and went into what can only be called a sliding crouch across the packed room and over the the Pegasi."One bale of sugared hay,one low cal pack of oats and a pack of *angel tears amiright?"He asked the pair,receiving a crisp twenty and sticking it down his pants for safekeeping.
Alex continued on his walk across the cafe delivering food and discrete packages to his clientèle before drifting back into the shop.Coffee of doom has blossomed so much from its humble origins,Alexander thought as he stared at the small stash of spirit energy that was pooled at the bottom of the shrine.Alexander always felt a smug sort of satisfaction from watching the pool grow as people drank his coffee,as it drained small bits of them away and stashed them away until further need.A few placid moments passed before Alexander heard the unmistakable whooping of College frat boys and sighed,"Oh dear murder I am about to commit several crimes before this eve is over."he muttered as he saw them come.It was a few rock trolls out looking for a **good time,he watched them debate over who would go in because with the way the cafe was packed at the moment there was no way more than one of the behemoths could fit in without a handy reality warper present.Finally they chose one with a baseball cap balanced precariously on his comically undersized head and the words Sigma Delta your mom painted on his chest."HEY MY MAN,HOOKING US UP AGAAAAAAAAAAAIN?"He asked in that grating voice of his,sending it higher than a castrato who'd been kicked in the business."Keg's out back,if you kill yourself drinking you never knew me."he told him with a wave of his hand and let out a deep sigh,seemed like today would be very very boring day.
*Angel tears when applied manually to a certain part of the male body acted as an aphrodisiac and there were some (fake) rumors that it increased the length of that certain part.Not like Alexander's going to ruin that hope for the poor guys,especially not when money's on the line.
**Caffeine is to rock trolls as Moonshine is to humans.
Alex continued on his walk across the cafe delivering food and discrete packages to his clientèle before drifting back into the shop.Coffee of doom has blossomed so much from its humble origins,Alexander thought as he stared at the small stash of spirit energy that was pooled at the bottom of the shrine.Alexander always felt a smug sort of satisfaction from watching the pool grow as people drank his coffee,as it drained small bits of them away and stashed them away until further need.A few placid moments passed before Alexander heard the unmistakable whooping of College frat boys and sighed,"Oh dear murder I am about to commit several crimes before this eve is over."he muttered as he saw them come.It was a few rock trolls out looking for a **good time,he watched them debate over who would go in because with the way the cafe was packed at the moment there was no way more than one of the behemoths could fit in without a handy reality warper present.Finally they chose one with a baseball cap balanced precariously on his comically undersized head and the words Sigma Delta your mom painted on his chest."HEY MY MAN,HOOKING US UP AGAAAAAAAAAAAIN?"He asked in that grating voice of his,sending it higher than a castrato who'd been kicked in the business."Keg's out back,if you kill yourself drinking you never knew me."he told him with a wave of his hand and let out a deep sigh,seemed like today would be very very boring day.
*Angel tears when applied manually to a certain part of the male body acted as an aphrodisiac and there were some (fake) rumors that it increased the length of that certain part.Not like Alexander's going to ruin that hope for the poor guys,especially not when money's on the line.
**Caffeine is to rock trolls as Moonshine is to humans.
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Simon stood and watched as the bartender acknowledged his presence. The bartender did not speak, but instead pulled a map out from under the bar. After he had smoothed down the edges of the paper with empty glasses, he gave Simon a pointed look.
It took him a minute. Simon had never been particularly quick to catch on to social cues. "Oh! Oh, you want me to come over there? Oh, um. Thanks." He awkwardly ran over to the bar. He noticed then that the bartender was pointing to something on the map. "Oh, is that us? So then... my apartment is that way... I mean, I said Main Street but only because everyone knows where that is, my apartment is actually on... I guess that doesn't matter. Sorry, I ramble. My name's Simon."
It took him a minute. Simon had never been particularly quick to catch on to social cues. "Oh! Oh, you want me to come over there? Oh, um. Thanks." He awkwardly ran over to the bar. He noticed then that the bartender was pointing to something on the map. "Oh, is that us? So then... my apartment is that way... I mean, I said Main Street but only because everyone knows where that is, my apartment is actually on... I guess that doesn't matter. Sorry, I ramble. My name's Simon."
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Shannon wanted to laugh at the man as the words were rumbling out of his mouth almost faster than he could read. He caught most of it. "Hello, Simon." Shannon said with his toneless voice, echoed with some gestures. "I am Shannon. What would you like to drink?" Might as well sell a beverage to calm the nerves of guest. He rested his hands on the counter watching Simon closely.
The door opened emitting a cool breeze through the empty room, an elderly man shuffled in taking regular spot in the corner. Shannon reached under the bar freeing a bottle of gin. As soon as he saw a few dollars lain on the table he poured. He moved swiftly around the counter and set the glass in front of the old man. "How's life treating you?"
The old man looked at him and only grinned before his gnarled fingers wrapped around the glass.
Shannon took the money and returned to his station, shoving the money in the till. He returned his attention to Simon. "Decide on that drink?"
The door opened emitting a cool breeze through the empty room, an elderly man shuffled in taking regular spot in the corner. Shannon reached under the bar freeing a bottle of gin. As soon as he saw a few dollars lain on the table he poured. He moved swiftly around the counter and set the glass in front of the old man. "How's life treating you?"
The old man looked at him and only grinned before his gnarled fingers wrapped around the glass.
Shannon took the money and returned to his station, shoving the money in the till. He returned his attention to Simon. "Decide on that drink?"
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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.
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.
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Shannon's eyebrows rose at the unusual order, most come here to drink and forget. Rarely did someone come to just drink orange juice. He wasn't one to judge, he was here to pour drinks. He fetched the requested ingredients for the order and poured it. "Ice?"
When the drink was made to the customer's specifications he slid it to Simon. "So what brings you to this side of town?" Shannon said after he had returned the juice to the small fridge under the bar. He began polishing the bar, it was something he had seen in a show once. It seemed like bartenders were suppose to be wiping something. He didn't feel like working on glasses so he went with the next best thing. Besides, it relaxed some people and they started talking.
He had been doing this for a while now and still it amazed him of how loose people get. He wasn't just a bartender, he was a keeper of secrets. Half think since he cannot hear, their secrets were safe. Which had made many tongues loose and much knowledge passed to him. He just hoped no cop came in asking questions.
When the drink was made to the customer's specifications he slid it to Simon. "So what brings you to this side of town?" Shannon said after he had returned the juice to the small fridge under the bar. He began polishing the bar, it was something he had seen in a show once. It seemed like bartenders were suppose to be wiping something. He didn't feel like working on glasses so he went with the next best thing. Besides, it relaxed some people and they started talking.
He had been doing this for a while now and still it amazed him of how loose people get. He wasn't just a bartender, he was a keeper of secrets. Half think since he cannot hear, their secrets were safe. Which had made many tongues loose and much knowledge passed to him. He just hoped no cop came in asking questions.
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"No ice, please."
Shannon quickly slid the glass to Simon, and he just managed to grab it in time. Simon looked at the juice with a sense of loss. Maybe one day he would order some actual alcohol. He looked over the map for the nearest bus stop while Shannon was busy. Luckily, it was fairly close. He took a sip of the orange juice. It tasted like orange juice, he noted. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it hadn't been that.
Shannon asked, "So what brings you to this side of town?"
He looked up from tracing his way home on the map. "Got off on the wrong bus stop. I don't normally take the bus, but the parade was today, and I didn't want to go through all of that traffic. I mean, I walk, but there were so many people on the sidewalks... Just didn't want to mess with it." He took another sip of the orange juice.
Shannon quickly slid the glass to Simon, and he just managed to grab it in time. Simon looked at the juice with a sense of loss. Maybe one day he would order some actual alcohol. He looked over the map for the nearest bus stop while Shannon was busy. Luckily, it was fairly close. He took a sip of the orange juice. It tasted like orange juice, he noted. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it hadn't been that.
Shannon asked, "So what brings you to this side of town?"
He looked up from tracing his way home on the map. "Got off on the wrong bus stop. I don't normally take the bus, but the parade was today, and I didn't want to go through all of that traffic. I mean, I walk, but there were so many people on the sidewalks... Just didn't want to mess with it." He took another sip of the orange juice.
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Shannon squinted his nose slightly as he thought about the mention of a parade. He had no clue what the locals would be large enough to be celebrating with a line of floats and marching bands. He was pretty sure it would have been in the newspaper or such nonsense. He would find out later, when the servers get here they tend to fill him in with all the gory details of their lives. One must know about what was going beyond their personal dramas.
"I hear you," he said with a snort. The last time he was in such foolishness back home, it took him nearly fifteen minutes to walk three steps. People seemed to have turned into mindless wanders unable to have a complete thought in their heads. That was back in the days of his innocence. He sort of missed those days.
Pushing all of that out of his mind, a smile rolled over his lips. "The drink strong enough for you?" He waited for a moment before chuckling tonelessly. The whole idea of having a virgin anything in a bar struck him funny today.
"I hear you," he said with a snort. The last time he was in such foolishness back home, it took him nearly fifteen minutes to walk three steps. People seemed to have turned into mindless wanders unable to have a complete thought in their heads. That was back in the days of his innocence. He sort of missed those days.
Pushing all of that out of his mind, a smile rolled over his lips. "The drink strong enough for you?" He waited for a moment before chuckling tonelessly. The whole idea of having a virgin anything in a bar struck him funny today.
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Simon smirked. "It's just right, thanks. I try not to get wasted when I have to work the next day. I have this tendency to lose track of the time."
Oh god, he had to work tomorrow. There was one thing he hated in this world, and it was working in that god-forsaken (rather literally, sometimes) coffee shop. It was like working in a bar with half of the dignity. The coffee shop was the premiere spot in the City for fairies, trolls, and anything that got a buzz off of caffeine. In other words, it's where the crazies went.
He sighed, "After my shift, though... That's when I need a drink. I can't wait to be done with my dissertation so I can get a job I actually enjoy."
Oh god, he had to work tomorrow. There was one thing he hated in this world, and it was working in that god-forsaken (rather literally, sometimes) coffee shop. It was like working in a bar with half of the dignity. The coffee shop was the premiere spot in the City for fairies, trolls, and anything that got a buzz off of caffeine. In other words, it's where the crazies went.
He sighed, "After my shift, though... That's when I need a drink. I can't wait to be done with my dissertation so I can get a job I actually enjoy."
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Shannon fought the need to shake his head, Simon didn't get his joke. But that wasn't unusual, no one really understood what he was talking about unless they could read his mind. He had run into someone who could. It really freaked him out. He had plenty he wanted to keep buried deep in his mind. Luckily, the individual was not really interested in picking his brain clean. As long as he kept the drinks pouring.
Man, he needed a normal job. If that was possible in this town, he doubted it was.
As for making orange juice stiffer without the aid of alcohol he had no clue unless he poured more in the cup. He chuckled at the thought. He kept his eyes on Simon and leaned on the bar as the exhausted man talked about after his shift. He blinked at the other. "Dissertation?" He wasn't familiar with such things. He did sort of grow up in the backwoods of this great nation. "What sort of job would you enjoy?"
Man, he needed a normal job. If that was possible in this town, he doubted it was.
As for making orange juice stiffer without the aid of alcohol he had no clue unless he poured more in the cup. He chuckled at the thought. He kept his eyes on Simon and leaned on the bar as the exhausted man talked about after his shift. He blinked at the other. "Dissertation?" He wasn't familiar with such things. He did sort of grow up in the backwoods of this great nation. "What sort of job would you enjoy?"
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He ignored the disappointed look Shannon gave him. Simon had really been trying to come up with some witty indication that he knew he was being teased, but to no avail. Some people, he mused, just aren't the snarky type.
"I would like to be a teacher. I was hoping to at least teach high school while I'm working on my doctorate, but I've had no luck with that. So, the coffee shop it is."
He finished the remainder of his orange juice and fished around in his pocket for his wallet. He put some money down on the bar and hopped off of the stool. "This has been fun, but I really should be going. Maybe next time you can do the talking. It's not every day that you meet a werewolf." With a smile, he waved goodbye and left.
As he walked to the bus stop, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about the werewolf comment. It was rude, really, to comment on people's conditions like that. He thought about going back to apologize. He didn't say it to be mean - he just wanted a sense of mystery about himself. He was constantly surrounded by interesting people. Sometimes it was hard just to be the normal one. But then there was that very, very interesting, not-so-normal knack of his... So what if he abused it sometimes?
And - oh gosh. He called him a werewolf. Was that politically correct? Shit shit shit shit shit. Did they prefer to be called lycans? Is there a difference? He'd heard it both ways...
"Maybe I should go back..." he said, just as the bus arrived at the stop. It was two minutes early. He climbed aboard, eager to get home, trying to forget about his chance meeting at the bar.
He spent the rest of the bus ride home worrying about the distinction between werewolf and lycan, and whether or not anyone cared.
"I would like to be a teacher. I was hoping to at least teach high school while I'm working on my doctorate, but I've had no luck with that. So, the coffee shop it is."
He finished the remainder of his orange juice and fished around in his pocket for his wallet. He put some money down on the bar and hopped off of the stool. "This has been fun, but I really should be going. Maybe next time you can do the talking. It's not every day that you meet a werewolf." With a smile, he waved goodbye and left.
As he walked to the bus stop, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about the werewolf comment. It was rude, really, to comment on people's conditions like that. He thought about going back to apologize. He didn't say it to be mean - he just wanted a sense of mystery about himself. He was constantly surrounded by interesting people. Sometimes it was hard just to be the normal one. But then there was that very, very interesting, not-so-normal knack of his... So what if he abused it sometimes?
And - oh gosh. He called him a werewolf. Was that politically correct? Shit shit shit shit shit. Did they prefer to be called lycans? Is there a difference? He'd heard it both ways...
"Maybe I should go back..." he said, just as the bus arrived at the stop. It was two minutes early. He climbed aboard, eager to get home, trying to forget about his chance meeting at the bar.
He spent the rest of the bus ride home worrying about the distinction between werewolf and lycan, and whether or not anyone cared.
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Some people spoke to their plants,others sang to them,and still others played music for them.Alexander was among the former.He spoke of the recent decline in growth rates,the quality of his last crop picking and what happened to plants that didn't exceed his expectations.His plants were very tall,very green and very very scared.Coffee of Doom opened at eight in the morning,an ungodly time (Fitting) but the addicts tended to start slobbering on the windows if they opened any later and opening any earlier would be suicide.
Alex's morning routine consisted of waking up,threatening his plants,bathing,climbing up the stairs to the coffee shop above and harvesting some of the spirit that had been stolen the previous day.Then he would flip the sign and sit behind he counter with a magazine,checking whether he'd won the celebrity suicide pool.He usually did.
Alex's morning routine consisted of waking up,threatening his plants,bathing,climbing up the stairs to the coffee shop above and harvesting some of the spirit that had been stolen the previous day.Then he would flip the sign and sit behind he counter with a magazine,checking whether he'd won the celebrity suicide pool.He usually did.
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The next morning, Simon walked into work, acutely aware that he was exactly two minutes late. He ducked behind the counter to grab an apron, throwing it on with a sloppy air of discontent. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans - if Coffee of Doom had a dress code, he neither knew about it or cared.
"Morning Alex. Who killed themselves today?" Everyone who worked at Coffee of Doom or came in often knew about the celebrity suicide pool. It was a morbid tradition that was inherent to the shop itself. The first thing these people usually learned is that Alex almost always won. Almost. Simon had never been one to test his luck with it, so he played the part of passive observer. His precious paycheck wasn't worth losing in a game.
"Morning Alex. Who killed themselves today?" Everyone who worked at Coffee of Doom or came in often knew about the celebrity suicide pool. It was a morbid tradition that was inherent to the shop itself. The first thing these people usually learned is that Alex almost always won. Almost. Simon had never been one to test his luck with it, so he played the part of passive observer. His precious paycheck wasn't worth losing in a game.
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Alex shook his head no to Simon's question."If attempted counted Randal would have won but seeing as how zombies can't hang themselves..."He let the sentence trail off,confident that Simon had gotten the point.They always had a few minutes to throw around witty quips after opening and before the first wave of coffee goers decided to roost in the chairs and couches that were around the store."Rodney's been petrified."Alex threw out,trying to rekindle the conversation before they entered that zone of silence that denoted awkwardness and the only thing you could say was,sooooooooooooooooooooo.Thankfully they were taken from the zone by the magic of timing;a pair of dryads came into the store with a centaur behind them.
The dryads were giggling in between that rustling language of theirs and the centaur stood their with that aloof air of superiority so common in them,seems no one had the heart to tell him how goofy he looked in a racecar red cardigan and a scraggly patch of hair on his chin.He took their orders and started up the beast of a coffee machine in the back,after emitting a noise that sounded like an elephant being strangled with dial up it turned on and Alex started making the drinks.Seemed like today would be just as boring as yesterday,at least he could laugh at the centaur's fashion sense.He was smartly clad in a gray 'bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity' t-shirt and a pair of jeans,two things that were always appropriate no matter where you were.
The dryads were giggling in between that rustling language of theirs and the centaur stood their with that aloof air of superiority so common in them,seems no one had the heart to tell him how goofy he looked in a racecar red cardigan and a scraggly patch of hair on his chin.He took their orders and started up the beast of a coffee machine in the back,after emitting a noise that sounded like an elephant being strangled with dial up it turned on and Alex started making the drinks.Seemed like today would be just as boring as yesterday,at least he could laugh at the centaur's fashion sense.He was smartly clad in a gray 'bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity' t-shirt and a pair of jeans,two things that were always appropriate no matter where you were.
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Simon began to work the cash register, taking the centaur's money with a strained smile. He handed him his change. "Here you go, sir."
The centaur glared at him, counted his change, and glared one more time before moving aside to wait for his drink.
Simon muttered something not very nice under his breath before cheering up for the dryads. Unlike the centaur, they were very polite. He chatted with them for a moment as he gave them their change. A huge clatter came from the coffee machine, and they both jumped, looking around for some unknown danger. "It's just the coffee machine. It's an older model, but the coffee's great." That was a lie at best. There were a lot of things wrong with that coffee machine, and it had nothing to do with the model.
After they had been served, he said to Alex, "Rodney really got himself petrified? I thought he would've known better than to piss off a Gorgon." He thought for a moment. "Well, I guess it is Rodney. Do you know what happened?"
The centaur glared at him, counted his change, and glared one more time before moving aside to wait for his drink.
Simon muttered something not very nice under his breath before cheering up for the dryads. Unlike the centaur, they were very polite. He chatted with them for a moment as he gave them their change. A huge clatter came from the coffee machine, and they both jumped, looking around for some unknown danger. "It's just the coffee machine. It's an older model, but the coffee's great." That was a lie at best. There were a lot of things wrong with that coffee machine, and it had nothing to do with the model.
After they had been served, he said to Alex, "Rodney really got himself petrified? I thought he would've known better than to piss off a Gorgon." He thought for a moment. "Well, I guess it is Rodney. Do you know what happened?"
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"No no,"Alex reached below the coffee machine to grab a few new filters"It's not his fault,I know you don't keep track with his love life but Rodney got himself a gorgon girlfriend and uh,it appears he made her a bit too happy."He started stuffing them in while measuring a cup of water with his other hand."She sort of lost control and just...heh,doctors say he'll be alright in a few weeks."In the middle of his sentence Alex opened a panel at the side and stuck his hand in.
"Hey,at least she's available now why don't you take a-"he wrenched his arm out of the hole and wiped a bit of spirit from his finger"whack at it?She's your kind of gal,quiet,book smart you two would make an adequate couple."Once again he stuck his arm in the panel and this time it came loose with a bit less tension,he kicked it a few times before placing a few cups underneath.
"Hey,at least she's available now why don't you take a-"he wrenched his arm out of the hole and wiped a bit of spirit from his finger"whack at it?She's your kind of gal,quiet,book smart you two would make an adequate couple."Once again he stuck his arm in the panel and this time it came loose with a bit less tension,he kicked it a few times before placing a few cups underneath.
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Simon looked up from the cash register. "That's very funny, Alex. I try not to date girls who accidentally petrify you when they get excited. Besides, why does everyone think I only like smart, quiet girls? I don't have a 'type.' Everyone always says, 'Oh, that girl's smart and quiet, just like you like 'em!' When have I ever given off that impression? Shit, maybe I'm gay, as far as you guys know. But you don't. Nobody ever asks..." he stopped himself. "Sorry, I started rambling again. That's too bad about Rodney. So we're going to be a bit short staffed for a while?"
He hit the cash register to get it to close. Most of the machines in the shop would respond to violence if the usual button pushing didn't work. Like always, the little drawer snapped right back into place. At least it was consistent.
He hit the cash register to get it to close. Most of the machines in the shop would respond to violence if the usual button pushing didn't work. Like always, the little drawer snapped right back into place. At least it was consistent.
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"Whoa,didn't know I'd hit a nerve." Alex smirked as he worked. "I mean wow." The coffee machine started to pour the coffee in cups Alex had at the bottom. "One black coffee,no sugar?" The centaur clomped his hooves to signify it was his. Alex set two cups under the coffee machine and pressed a few buttons, "Um...cream button, cream button, cream button." He smacked it and turned,"I've never seen you get so fired up about anything before. As long as you have this new found courage I have an errand I need you to run for me."
The coffee machine beeped to signal that it was done and Alex handed the drinks off with a wink. "You see," He popped below the counter and returned with a small brown package, about the size of his shoe and emblazoned with the eyes inside a pyramid inside a circle that commonly denoted dangerous magical objects. "I have a friend," he began,putting on his most charismatic smile,"Who needs this delivered to the golden bridge gates today.He'll be there all day and I need someone to deliver it for me seeing as how I'm not allowed there anymore.Would you do it for eighty bucks?"
The coffee machine beeped to signal that it was done and Alex handed the drinks off with a wink. "You see," He popped below the counter and returned with a small brown package, about the size of his shoe and emblazoned with the eyes inside a pyramid inside a circle that commonly denoted dangerous magical objects. "I have a friend," he began,putting on his most charismatic smile,"Who needs this delivered to the golden bridge gates today.He'll be there all day and I need someone to deliver it for me seeing as how I'm not allowed there anymore.Would you do it for eighty bucks?"
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He blinked. He got angry a lot, actually, but he was normally better at keeping it to himself. Sighing, Simon looked at the package and back at the man (if the term applied) holding it. He was a bit curious why Alex was no longer allowed near the bridge, but that sort of thing was happening constantly. He would have to ask about that later.
"Please, Alex, you know I'd do it for twenty, but since you offered, sure. I'll take eighty. And it's not like I'm some kind of wimp. Most of the time. Jeeze. Am I allowed to know what that is?"
There was definitely something dangerous about the package. The conveniently placed symbol (as well as a strange gut feeling) told him as much. But hey, he was a student, and it was practically free money. If Alex finally wanted to trust him with some errands, he wasn't going to complain.
"Please, Alex, you know I'd do it for twenty, but since you offered, sure. I'll take eighty. And it's not like I'm some kind of wimp. Most of the time. Jeeze. Am I allowed to know what that is?"
There was definitely something dangerous about the package. The conveniently placed symbol (as well as a strange gut feeling) told him as much. But hey, he was a student, and it was practically free money. If Alex finally wanted to trust him with some errands, he wasn't going to complain.
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Alex kept his grin fixed upon his face with little to no change as he spoke,"Well you see there's been this recent vampire epidemic and one of my clients got himself bitten.His family's more than a bit racist against us supernatural folk and he needs some form of protection from his now murderous family.He'd go to the cops but...the change wasn't clinical and he'd probably get some jail time as well as a few other charges.So drop it off and run back alright?"
Alex pushed the box into Simon's hands and stared at him for a few seconds,"You do have a car don't you?I don't think you can run all the way to the gates and come back in one piece.Also,don't open the package.Just don't open it.Bad shit happens when you open it,very bad shit."
Alex pushed the box into Simon's hands and stared at him for a few seconds,"You do have a car don't you?I don't think you can run all the way to the gates and come back in one piece.Also,don't open the package.Just don't open it.Bad shit happens when you open it,very bad shit."
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Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
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.
Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
Do you happen to have a bartender yet for Merlin's? i reckon a seedy bartender would be pretty fun to play xDD
Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
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
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Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
I posted for the first time EVER! If it's completely wrong and messed up, sorry D:
I feel accomplished.
I feel accomplished.
Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
Awesome! Also, excellent choice of username. I'm a little jealous.
Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
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.
Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
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?
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?
Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
If it wouldn't trouble you too much I would love for you to add Alexander's coffee store in the locations.
Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
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.
Okay, so now what? Do I just post, or do I wait until..actually, I have no clue where I'm going with this.
Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
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.
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.
Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
Werewolf! Awesome. Just submit your character to the character tab and I'll have him added. :)
Re: [OOC] Look on the Bright Side
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.
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.
[OOC] Look on the Bright Side
Hey guys!
Any questions or ideas you have about characters, the world, or anything go here! Just ask.
Any questions or ideas you have about characters, the world, or anything go here! Just ask.