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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 30, 2008 22:07:35 GMT -5
He watched her leave the room, blinking a few extra times. This place... was nothing like what he was used to. He wanted a change but this was like a punch in the face....
Well he had been bludgeoned so it was close enough. Still very uncertain of his surroundings followed her directions to the bathroom. All and all it was a very unpleasant experience for the man. Dear god. If he ever had the pleasure of seeing that bastard who left him out here he would kill him in the most painful way possible. Glass in the lungs perhaps?
After Harold was done being traumatized he returned to the room. He wanted, desperately, to run his fingers though his hair but... he really needed a bath before that was going to happen. He twitched as he sat on the bed. He absolutely wasn't going to be able to get away from this place alive if he tried to escape. Fantastic. He was running in metaphorical circles and he was completely out of ideas.
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Post by Kiki on Sept 1, 2008 10:33:11 GMT -5
Jenn and Kari receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 6, 2008 16:20:46 GMT -5
Felaria came back juggling two plates and two mugs, swearing in half-grumbles and midly peeved. Her granddaddy had claimed the tray and wouldn't let her use it. Annoying. She set everything down carefully on the table next to the bed, spilling a little bit of coffee that looked like a mixture of black liquid and mud. It would be surprisingly good if he dared to try it, just... strong and very different from any coffee he'd had before. On the plate were various meats that had been pan-fried in butter and some messily scrambled eggs with bits of greenery in them.
"Dig in," she told him with a quick smile, his hair looking even more attractively rumpled now that he wasn't laying down. She took her own advice and started by draining half of the hot coffee, hissing at the heat, then snagging one of the meat bits and devouring it.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 7, 2008 11:56:13 GMT -5
Coffee was a good way to start the morning, however this coffee looked like it was made out of sludge. Raising an eyebrow he picked up the cup and poked at the contents. His eyes widened at the texture. He mentally debated for a moment before deciding he might as well try to take a drink from it.
It didn't take much to make him gag with surprise. That was a lot stronger than anything he had had before. Setting the cup down so he wouldn't try that again anytime soon he decided try the actual meal.
He had no idea that Golfram had a love for fried foods--or at least this family did. This time he didn't hesitate, he was hungry and this food didn't look as terribly spicy as what he had had yesterday. And it was actually quite good to his surprise.
"Did you make all of this yourself?" He simply had to ask.
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 17, 2008 12:02:04 GMT -5
"Yep, sure did," Felaria agreed around a mouthful of eggs, chewing more quickly and swallowing so that he didn't get another show of 'seefood'. At least he looked to be enjoying it, from how ravenously he was eating. Must have been really hungry. Considering how little he could eat of the spicy gator meat last night, that was probably the case.
His reaction to the coffee was pretty darn funny, though. "Takes some getting used to?" she asked with a smirk, swirling around the remaining stuff in her mug before taking another long sip. She loved it. When she was old enough to be allowed to start drinking it, she was more than ready. She'd never had any different kind of coffee than the sort they made at home from the grounds they got from the local trader. "What'd you normally eat in the morning?" she asked with a touch of curiosity.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 17, 2008 14:42:22 GMT -5
"No kidding," he said weakly. It seemed like everything he tried to eat here tried to overpower his wimpy taste buds. Then again, considering where he grew up and where he had lived most of his life there was no way he could have been prepared for food like this.
"For one, the coffee I drink isn't as heavy at the courts. Then again non of the food has quite the... life yours does." He said as he tried to take another sip of coffee. He gagged again. Ignoring it he took another sip before speaking again. "I normally just have some scrambled eggs on toast. That is when I wake up in time for breakfast. The current Queen likes to start things early."
He really did hate the way things were run. That was yet another reason why he had left the blasted place. "Why in the name of the suits does a nice girl like you want to join the courts?"
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 25, 2008 23:16:49 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, we got tonsa life 'round here," Felaria agreed with a smirk, devouring a few more bites of breakfast while she listened to him talk. Damn it, but his mouth moved in a weird sort of way. Did all humans talk like that? With such flat faces, she assumed they probably had to. Huh. Weird. It just looked so different when you didn't have a muzzle.
"Doesn't sound like much of a breakfast, to be honest. Eggs an' burnt bread? Give me a pile o' butter-soaked meat any morning." How the two could possibly compare in taste, she didn't know. Did they eat food like that in all the Courts?
His question made her pause and blink. "Well, mornings don't bother me. I guess the power's a pretty good lure, yeah? Power t' do what you wanna do when you wanna do it, an' fuck everybody else? That's a pretty sweet-ass deal, even if you do have to work on a little ass-kissin' in the meantime. An' what about you? Why'd you join? Why aincha there right now?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 11, 2008 0:43:45 GMT -5
The man closed his eyes briefly. Power? He really didn't have an ounce of real power when he was in courts. He could do paperwork, sort the library, and do more paperwork. Power wasn't real. He had spent years getting his degree and it hadn't done anything for him.
And why had he joined the courts? Did he even remember the real reason for it.
"It was expected of me," he said flatly. "I was born to a prestigious family with my human form. I was smart. I was talented. Everyone said I should go to the courts and I went. And..."
He sighed as he brushed a bit of hair behind his ear. "I found out that there was no real power for a Jack to obtain. The Courts were nothing more than pomp and circumstance. I'm not there now because I wanted to find myself. I didn't want to be a pretty face with nothing behind me but useless knowledge."
It really was depressing to think about it. Why had he just done what everyone said? Why hadn't he had any goals of his own. "I'm sorry, I probably said a lot of things you didn't want to hear."
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 11, 2008 16:20:43 GMT -5
Felaria raised an eyebrow dubiously. He was pretty set in his dislike of the Courts, wasn't he? "Sounds like you didn't even really wanna be there from the start, though. Maybe ev'rybody else saw that too an' took you for a wuss? Not that y'are or nothin', I'm just sayin'. Seems like it'd be a pretty quick mix-up, an' hard to get your ass outta the fire once it got in there."
Still, she'd never heard anybody badmouth the Courts before, besides bitching that they couldn't care a lick for the swamp-folk. "I guess most folks 'round here see a Court spot as a ticket to power an' prestige an' influence. Y'know, changin' things up. Paperwork don't sound all that fun, though. What is it? How mucha that shit did you hafta wade through?"
She leaned back and finished off the last of her breakfast in a few wolfing bites, thinking about what he said. "I don' think you're gonna escape that pretty face'a yours no matter where you go, boy. It ain't got messed up yet, an' you're prolly the sexiest thing I ever saw without hair all over. Too bad your clothes got all messed up, though. They look like they was somethin'."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 11, 2008 23:56:06 GMT -5
"I had ideals. I believed that I wanted to be there. And more often than not I kept my thoughts and feelings to myself. I wouldn't run around the courts voicing that I hate the current Queen and King if I wanted to keep my head, would I? And if I was such a "wuss" I imagine that instead of bringing me to the middle of nowhere and giving me blunt force trauma I would have been publicly humiliated and murdered in a fight for my title." Harold said while he forced himself not to roll his eyes.
"There's enough paperwork to last from six in the morning to noon if you don't have a meeting to go to. Once you get past the paperwork and the meetings you can use the power. That is assuming there's time left in the day. At least, that's how the Court of Clubs is run. " He shrugged. From what he had experienced the other courts were run in similar ways, where paperwork a good deal of the work. Then again, he had never been to the Court of Hearts for a reason. Heart Pride was terrifying, and from what he had heard the new Queen made typical Heart pride look like a walk in the part.
Then he was confused for a few minutes. The true Esterberry in him stumbled over the lack of grammar. He quickly stuffed it back down so he could cope properly with what she had just said.
"Uh..." was all he could get out for a few moments. "T-Thank you?" He struggled to think of an appropriate reply for such a frank statement. He failed rather fantastically. Failed. Huh. That was something new. "All I would need to fix them was a sewing needle and some thread... and I would need to wash them."
He really wanted to take a bath.
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