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Dec 19, 2014 15:10:48 GMT -5
Post by Dionysios Arkadios on Dec 19, 2014 15:10:48 GMT -5
It wasn't often that the werebear made his way into town. He was generally a recluse, but there were times he needed a little social interaction. This was one of those times. Besides, Dion may not know much about the modern world but talking over a few drinks hadn't really changed. It was something Dionysius was grateful for because spending a few thousand years locked up in a solitary prison made one a little crazy. While he was okay with isolating himself, sometimes human contact didn't hurt. Besides, he had to relearn the world again at some point.
He had only been out of his prison for five years, and despite being able to hear the outside world, he was eventually burried with his ancient city-state. For thousands of years it was all silent stillness. It was just eight years ago that anyone came within hearing distance of his prison. For a long time the language made no sense to him. Even when the seal broke and he was released, he was lost to their language. He taught himself through trial and error and thankfully, he was a very fast learner. Plus he met a friend that briefly helped him through the rough patches. Now, he lived outside of town. He came by once in a while, selling things here and there for a little cash so he could drink and mingle with the humans and other creatures.
For the moment, he was at the bar drinking a beer and listening to the conversations around him. Although, the majority of it, he didn't quite understand. This was strictly routine for him so when he caught someone slide onto the stool to his right, he tensed.
"Seat's taken," he said automatically, almost stiffly.
He was used to that working. He figured his rather thick accent deterred people from risking the possibility of having a conversation with him. He actually preferred it that way. While he liked to come out and get some human interaction, Dion wasn't much of a talker so observing was what he was most comfortable with.
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Dec 24, 2014 14:01:40 GMT -5
Post by Camilla Stromme on Dec 24, 2014 14:01:40 GMT -5
Camilla wasn't always one for road trips, or even cars, for that matter. It had been a miracle that she'd been able to stomach being a flight attendant for so long. Yet, here she was, in the middle of this small little town, searching for the perfect Christmas gifts for her fellow pack mates in NYC. Her search had brought her to Harper Valley when she'd found an add for a tiny little antique shop that has having a sale on this trinket and that. Knowing that a few members of the pack had a thing for the oldies but goodies, she hadn't been able to resist.
With her shopping complete, however, she found herself in one of the towns bars. It was a rather nice place and it seemed to be pretty popular, so why shouldn't she have tried it out? Besides, after shopping all day, she was starving for a good meal and a drink.
Slipping into the establishment, she glanced around, biting her lip. This place was kind of full, but she didn't want to sit alone at a table. Thus, she opted for the bar, stepping up next to a rough looking man and settling on the stool beside him. She didn't respond to his bark that the seat had been taken at first, staring at him with confused green eyes and a furrowed brow. Her first instinct was to bite back but then she remembered what could end up happening if she did. Instead, she let out a curse in Norwegian and slipped down a single seat, mildly irritated at the unwelcoming patron. If this had been her diner, he'd have been out the doors in a heartbeat.
Glancing up toward the waitress behind the counter, she smiled lightly as she glanced at the menu, "Can I have a cheese burger, onion rings, and a beer, please? Oh. And a piece of cherry pie for the grumpy one over there, maybe it'll sweeten him up a little bit," she said as a sideways jab to the rude werebear. The waitress gave a nervous smile before sliding her her beer and then going to put her order in. Cami picked absently at a bowl of bar nuts, curious as to whether the werebear would respond or not.
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Jan 1, 2015 13:54:11 GMT -5
Post by Dionysios Arkadios on Jan 1, 2015 13:54:11 GMT -5
Dion wasn't intending to be rude. It was just that he wasn't really one for long conversations. In fact, he made a point to avoid such situations like a plague. Again, it wasn't because he was being rude. He was actually just not sure how to interact with the modern world. So when the person about to sit beside him moved a seat over he relaxed somewhat. He picked up his beer and took a gulp of it. When he heard the lady speak, however, he listened in. Cherry pie for the grumpy one? Was that directed at him? It had to be. He was the grouchiest guy in town. He knew that. One of the ones most prone to getting into a fight, he always ended them even if he didn't necessarily start it.
“If you mean me, I'll pass,” he said, his accent coming out thick. “Not a big fan of pie. Plus, I happen to like grumpy. It keeps annoyances away.”
Okay that was probably rude, and he actually somewhat meant it to be. This woman didn't know him, though. Granted, he didn't know her either. The difference was that he didn't judge anyone for the way they preferred things. She was apparently different. Oh well. He lifted up his beer and took yet another drink.
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