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Post by SEBASTIAN FINLEY SINCLAIR on Nov 13, 2012 11:03:24 GMT -8
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“Be back soon would you?”
An excusing glare had come with the words. Sebastian offered a helpless grin to his apprehensive brother. It wasn’t the first time that he had helped him get to these forbidden grounds. Of course, you could get a pass and you could come down here without having to be hassled when you returned but that way was even more of a pain than just having your brother sneak you out. Both of them knew what they were doing was technically not allowed and both of them knew that Sebastian was not the one who would suffer the worst of it if either of them were caught.
“Aren’t I always?” Sebastian asked. His tone was easy, trying to lighten up his younger brother’s mood. It had very little effect so Sebastian widened his grin a bit more. “I really do appreciate you doing this for me. You never let me down so I’m not about to let you-“
“Save it,” his brother snorted. “And get lost.”
Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and all the while still wore his disarming grin. Unfortunately that smile did not work on the likes of his brother who had dealt with it the majority of his life. The eight year span between them never seemed to be as much since the youngest of the pair always insisted that Sebastian did not ever act his age. Sebastian always reasoned that the things he did were for the sake of his work and the public that so desperately needed his work! He didn’t even have to add that they probably could do well enough without him since knowing smiles always informed his audience that he was well aware of that. He was not the type to let a little discouragement get him down. Even if half the world stood up against him he’d probably still be shouting whatever was on his mind at the top of his lungs.
Before he departed Sebastian gave his brother a teasing salute. His brother gave him a less than playful gesture with the use of only one finger.
This was not his first visit to the old world. He had been here many times before due to his interest in having the people united and what have you. Nobody else really seemed to think too much like he did. The people he lived with thought the people here were wild monsters. The people down here thought the ones up there were power hungry monsters. There were others like him certainly but not enough to break these fears. It was alright. Sebastian would rather have a challenge than nothing. He zipped up his navy blue hooded jacket up as high as it would go and shoved his pockets into the faded pants. If there was one thing he liked about visiting the Outlands it was that he did not have to get dressed up. On the contrary, dressing down was more appropriate.
He found himself at the nearest city. The nearest used to be city. Now it looked more like an abandoned construction site. But this was the place Sebastian often found himself at since he could not wander far off (his brother would have a fit) and he had gotten to know some of the locals. Mostly those who had managed to set up some sort of business here since Sebastian had found that a lot of people just sort of… came and went.
The local bar – the place where Sebastian had always managed to meet the most interesting of people. Even though it was afternoon he still found himself slipping inside. He knew the owner, after all. They had seen one another so many times that the man could always remember his name.
“Bastian! Thought you’d gone missin you’ve been away so long!” the man behind the counter called. Sebastian easily found himself a seat in the very thin crowd. The bartender furrowed his brows. “You always pop in at the weirdest hours. Can I get you something this time, huh?” Sebastian shook his head. “Figures. Well, nobody interesting is in today and I don’t have nothing interesting to say to you.”
Sebastian raised his brows now. “Nothing interesting? Well, that’s disappointing and a bit doubtful, wouldn’t you say?”
The bartender shrugged. “I keep my business my business.” For a moment his face was serious. Then a wide smile cracked on his face. “Most of the time.”
Sebastian waggled his finger at the older man. The bartender just laughed and waved a hand at him. Someone with more interest in alcohol had come in and that meant Sebastian was going to have to wait.
CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION
SORRY FOR THE WAIT (':
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Post by GRAHAM ETHAN HOOK on Nov 13, 2012 17:21:36 GMT -8
 “Hardly does someone look at my books, much less buy them.” The vendor rambled on as he took the few bills from Graham’s hand. In exchange, he was handed a small stack of paperbacks with frayed edges and dog ears. “Thank you.” He looked up at the older man who gave him a grin, a couple teeth missing. Graham nodded as he tucked the books into his bag in a way that they wouldn’t slide out the gaping hole on the side. He had considered buying one of the larger and cleaner hardbacks but the paperbacks were cheaper and Graham was able to buy three books instead of one. And he still had enough money for a drink and a meal. With one last wave toward the vendor, Graham disappeared back into the crowd.
Maybe being a pickpocket made him paranoid but he kept his bag close and watched everyone that passed him with a careful eye. The market was one situation; he knew that it was simple to steal in a crowd. Get close enough, sneak your hand into their pocket or bag, take what you want, and melt back into the crowd. It was fast and the target rarely noticed. As Graham left the market and into the streets, his worry became less about pickpockets and more about getting mugged. He was alone and vulnerable. While he could fight one man, if he was ambushed by several Graham knew he didn’t stand a chance.
That was why when Graham spotted the bar, he almost broke into a sprint. He slowed down to a walk as he pushed through the door. It was early in the afternoon and the bar was nearly empty but that worked for Graham. The bartender was talking to a man that Graham automatically noted was far too clean to be a regular. Even Graham, who tried to keep his clothes and hair relatively clean, never looked that well-groomed.
Graham didn’t say a word as he plopped down onto a stool, looking away from the stranger and to the bartender as he walked over. The bartender asked if Graham wanted anything to drink and he contemplated the extra money in his pocket but decided against it. This wasn’t the time to get drunk and Kaleb wasn’t even around to get drunk with him. It wouldn’t be a proper afternoon at the bar without him. “Just some water would be good, thanks.” Graham said as he shifted in the stool. In the process, his bag tilted and the three books, his journal, and his collection of pens slid out onto the dusty floor. Graham vowed to find someone with the ability to sew. Getting his bag fixed would solve many of Graham’s problems.
With a resigned sigh, he hopped off the stool and picked up the nearest paperback, dusting off the front. At least it happened in the bar where no one was going to steal them. If he was out on the street Graham would be scrambling to collect his belongings before they were taken out from under his nose.
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