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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 24, 2006 15:27:49 GMT -8
Hm.
A slight laugh, and the elegant Andrew had stretched his hand out with such fine mannerisms. "Alright then. I-I knew that. How about a drink together then? Or is London too chilly tonight for taverns? I don't know. I haven't been out yet."
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 24, 2006 15:37:43 GMT -8
"A drink? Sure." Tobias said. "A tavern awaits us. But promise me this, no hitting on me. When you are drunk, you hit on everything that moves. I just want to be sure."
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 24, 2006 15:39:50 GMT -8
"Don't move, then." replied Andrew, with as straight a face as he could, forgetting completely about Sienna who was still locked in the dining hall. He grasped his coat from a hook and then opened the door, where they were both greeted by a rush of freezing air and a flurry of snowflakes.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 24, 2006 15:41:54 GMT -8
"Very funny," Tobias replied, grabbing a coat of his own and walking out the door. "How are we getting to London?"
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 24, 2006 15:58:57 GMT -8
"Saddle your horse," replied Andrew, leading him out toward the stable.
(sorry that was lame lol, i had this other hting planned with a carriage but then i realized they dont have a phone its not like calling a cab....ehhh...)
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 24, 2006 16:03:48 GMT -8
ooc: its okay. i was thinking horse anyway. bic:
"Done," Tobias said, walking towards his horse, slipping a saddle on its back and climbing aboard.
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 24, 2006 16:17:17 GMT -8
ooc: *Whines* but the carriage is soooooo coooool! it was like thsi morning lol i woke early and so was writing something random with andrew and it took place in like the same era as this and i was THIS close seriously to having him pull out a cell phone. and then i stopped and i was like....wait. no. that did NOT happen.
Andrew followed suit, a beautiful white horse with soft, gray eyes, and a mane of a marbled gray and white. She was his favorite. She was the most obediant, the swiftest, and the most beautiful of all his horses. Strapping an English saddle upon her back and reigns across her nose (which billowed out hot, steamy breath in a little cloud in all of that snow), he swept himself astride her and kissed her softly between the eras. He was an elegant figure astride the animal, his long, sweeping blue coat down to his ankles, flowing off the back of the horse as he seated himself. The wind played with it gently and toyed with the ruffles of his collar. His blonde and well kept hair was tightly tied back in a blue ribbon, and the wind toyed with it too, as he tightly brushed a hat upon his head to keep teh snow from his eyes. "Shall we then?" he asked, his boots fitting so slickly into the stirrups. As the horse reared up her legs, he smiled, clung tight, and she turned with him on her back, balancing precariously on two legs for a moment before setting herself gently down, snow splashing about her as waves. She seemed to be playing with it, frolicking in it, as a child, and her white coat blended in so nicely with all of it. "I say we go to a tavern we have never been to before," he said, such a trivial thing for such a Renaissance moment.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 24, 2006 16:20:20 GMT -8
"There's a tavern we havent been to before?" Tobias asked. They had been to many a tavern throughout London, so this sudden information struck him with surprise. "So it will be, a new tavern it is. Have any particular in mind" he asked as they rode along.
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 24, 2006 16:25:56 GMT -8
ooc: this is sort of random, but lets send andrew and tobias on an adventure lol whatd o you think?
"No, not at all," replied Andrew, glad to be beside his companion once more without disruption. The city darkly embraced them, with all of its little shops that were beginning to empty at this time of evening. Proud mansions and slums alike turned down their oil lamps for the evening, and the smell of candle wicks presided over town as many were put out or lit. Andrew turned them down a sharp little ally, narrow and rather dingy, but he was unfraid of robbers or rogues. Chances were he was far more bloodthirsty than anything else that lurked here. Well, perhaps besides Tobias.
"Tavern, ahead!" announced Andrew, kicking the gentle creature a bit in the sides. It was indeed a tavern ahead, but the dingiest perhaps in all of town, and this, despite the gentleman inside of him, somewhat thrilled him. "Shall we park the horses and go inside? Or shall we move onto a far fancier place to warm our skins with a good draught of ale?"
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 24, 2006 16:29:12 GMT -8
ooc: oooo adventure sounds like some funn! bic:
"Hmm, dont you think we would fit in a bit more here than anywhere fancy?" Tobias asked. And usually a night of drinking ended up to be a night of messing with the locals. The upperclass were much harder to mess with. "I say here, unless it is too low for you"
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 24, 2006 17:01:19 GMT -8
ooc: yay adventure!!!!! hey for the hell of this, wanna make it a musical?
"I agree, Tobias," replied Andrew with a smirk upon his features. "I suppose there is no harm in mingling with the peasants." At this, he hitched his horse, dismounted and stood outside the pub with his head tilted to the side, staring at the tavern and its frighteningly dismal look. Dismal on the outside yes, but....
Andrew pushed open the tavern door and a little bell tinkled overhead, but no one would have heard it. There was someone playing a fiddle on a table, and ten others dancing about on another table. The smell of ale filled the air, a manly smell of sorts, and the sound of gruff voices singing welcomed them both into the bright, warm, and inviting pub. There was not a sober soul in the house, other than Tobias and Andrew, who had not quite yet entered.
There were all sorts of characters. There were sailors, soldiers, farmhands, the unemployed, cattleranchers, fishermen, servants, blacksmiths, butchers, men of every trade of manual labor. Some of htem good, bad, handsome, ugly.... Andrew had never seen quite an array of people all together in his life before.
"Shall we? First round is on me," offered Andrew.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 24, 2006 17:04:43 GMT -8
ooc: YES! MUSICAL!
bic:
"After you," Tobias said, holding the door open for Andrew, peering in to see the many types of people having the night of their lives while being completely intoxicated. "You got the first round? Go on ahead my friend," Tobias said, abandoning the door and coming over to pat Andrew on the shoulder.
Come one, come all, to this tragic affair. Wipe off that makeup whats in is despair So gather round kiddies and kiss me goodbye I encourage this nightmare
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 24, 2006 17:08:05 GMT -8
ooc: thats so cool!!!!!!!!!!! are you using song lyrics or are you writing stuff?
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 24, 2006 17:09:25 GMT -8
ooc: i can do both. that one was from my chemical romance. but i can write my own on the spot too
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 24, 2006 17:10:10 GMT -8
ooc: ok. awesome. this should be super fun. ive got to go for now though but ill be back on later with songs haha
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 24, 2006 17:10:42 GMT -8
okay. me too! text if you are back and im not
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Post by sewergal89 on Nov 24, 2006 17:47:06 GMT -8
Joanne raged through her closet that night unable to find the perfect outfit as she called it. It was not really that great of an outfit it was a slutty outfit but it made the men by more beers she owned a tavern and lived above the place. It was one of the best places for a vampire to work for when it was late at night and there was only a few men left who were to drunk to know what was going on that is when she would feast. sinking her teeth into the unexpected male and sucking the life out of the pour being who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She found it this old peasant blouse that pushed her breast up making them larger then they appeared with a very colorful full skirt on the swayed as she moved She tossed her naturally wavy black hair into a messy blob on her head that asentuted her face She then added a little rouge to her cheeks and litlle more makup to her eyes to bring out the green her eyes were the best she could hypnotise anyman that looked into them and do with them as she pleased normally making them believe they would get something and then bight them before they could she was still a virgin and very proud of that but ask anybody she had perfected the kiss of death.
I judge by what she's wearing Just how many heads I'm tearing Off of assholes coming on to her Each night seems like it's getting worse
She walked downstais just as two strangers she had never seen before walked through her doors. she studied them there was somthing strange about these two figures they seemed overly confident with themselves. She watched as they slowly entered and studied their suroundings. She headed twords the bar to meet Pete the bar tender who worked for her she asked him who they were and when he did not know she walked right on up to the two and asked "Can I get you gentlemen anything?"
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 24, 2006 19:11:51 GMT -8
ooc: since this is a musical, i feel no shame in making andrew a broadway star. pardon, this is a bit dirty btw, this is a GREAT example of why i don't write plays. haha. the last quote is from queen Andrew's mouth watered. Who was THIS? With a suave pass of his hand across his hair, he gazed at her, tracing her up and down subtly with his eyes. He was already very warm from the heat of a woodfire in the tavern, and by now even warmer from the heat of so many people. He removed his coat and hung it on a hook nearby as his body was revealed beneath his shirt and vest for a quick moment. He was not the only man in that place with his eyes on that woman, certainly. Could she get them anything?With a leap onto a nearby table, the sound of a fiddle behind him, Andrew cleared his throat, much in the mood for gaeity on this evening. His boots melted snow on the table top abit, but the drinkers there did not seem to mind, and they eagerly awaited for him to say something. "Can you get me anything?" In a slow-songed tenor's voice, Andrew declared to them all, "Excuse me if my words, were somewhat delayed, But the sound of your voice and your beauty has made me forget exactly what words I'd have say'd, but let me be frank- I just want to get laid." The fiddle picked up and sudden Andrew broke into dance, tapping his boots on the table, and ushering a random man up with him to jig. "You a verse, sir?" he asked. "My name is Cotton Dale, I say I come for draughts of ale, The last time I tried to bed her my bride I found myself a place in jail." Andrew gave a quick frown as he looked the man over. Alright then... So this girl was apparantly a popular attraction to the eyes of the frequent goers of this bar. She'd seen a lot of tricks. "Who is this girl that makes men wait?" asked Andrew quietly, glancing over at her, out of hearing distance from her. "You'll never get to be her mate," answered Dale. "But I'm too handsome for a girl to hate." A toothless man in the back held up his mug and joined, "I don't like girls. I masturbate." "I wasn't asking you," muttered Andrew, giving a roll of his eyes and stepping down from the table, where several gruff men who smelled like sheep joined in a chorus line with their boots. "So, uh, sorry about that. I, uh, knew that guy," said Andrew, his voice returning to speech. "Tobias, a cider or an ale? What are you up for?" He flashed a smile at the girl and slapped down a rather large sum of money. "Drinks for the whole pub, actually." The sound of the chorus boomed in the background: " Drop of a hat she's a willing as Playful as a pussy cat Then momentarily out of action Temporarily out of gas To absolutely drive you wild, wild.. She's all out to get you
She's a Killer Queen Gunpowder, gelatine Dynamite with a laser beam Guaranteed to blow your mind Anytime, ooh Recommended at the price Insatiable an appetite Wanna try? You wanna try "
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 24, 2006 19:27:05 GMT -8
oooc: i cant follow that. im laughing too hard!
bic:
"Cider"
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Post by sewergal89 on Nov 24, 2006 20:19:24 GMT -8
ooc: omgosh jen that was hysterical this is going to be a very interesting story hahahahaha
Bic: Joanne stred at him as he did his little dance she was in shcok by him being so straight forward but could not help but laugh at old dale because she remebred that. When he handed her the money she stared at it why would one man carry that much cas on him but she took it withoput question and in a few moments the whole tavern had their own glass of cider "will that be all?" she asked both the men already knowing what one of them wanted but knowing that he would not get that at least from her
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