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Post by FlyingPanther on Oct 5, 2007 13:05:07 GMT -5
[OOC: This WILL most likely get dirty and have to be put into Mature RP. For all curious and those that want it to go that way, Igal is open to all sexes, though he would probably want to remain top, though he might be enibriated enough for him to be convinced to recieve. Babies can result from this, if you would like, however, I would prefer that the babies stay out of Igal's life...just because I dont know if he could deal with taking care of them right now...and his main priority is towards Astyana. This romp is mostly a "need to fill the hole" kinda romp, but again it can result in babies if you would like Igal babies XD;. Please only one person reply to this for now...unless a threesome can be achieved...then that would be fun XD;.] Igal was in pain, and as such, he did what every man did when they had a hole they needed to fill. He had never been to a bar before, it had never had any appeal to him in the past. He had a reason to stay away from them, he had no need of them. But as bereft as he was, his reason for staying away from them had unceremoniously left him, and angrily he found himself in this stereotypical situation, though he was more annoyed then actually angry. Silvanus would have never been caught dead in a bar, and in that way, they were now dissimilar. But he knew, grudgingly, that they were very much having the same struggles. They were both attempting to find love in places they wouldn't. It was to bad that Silvanus was so set in his ways, or he might have made a lovely couple with Ophelia....might have stayed away from his Astyana, but that was all in the past, and one could not hope that past events would change. Igal took a shot of the strongest drink in the house as he thought. It was obvious that he was enibriated, his eyes told that clearly if the 6 or 7 empty shot glasses didn't. Silvanus and Igal were trying to fill some sort of hole, and neither of them were taking the right route to doing it. They had both been led astray...but from completely different incidences... Igal used his side vision to take a look at the going ons behind him as he sat at the barcounter. Not that anyone would want to talk to him right now anyway, he was an ugly, sad and drunk individual...and most of those kinds of drunks got left alone. If he wanted company for the night...which he loathingly admitted he did...he would have to find the person and do something about it. Or maybe someone would feel sorry enough? Pity sex didn't appeal to him greatly...but the truth was...that if it wasn't Astyana...he could hardly care. |
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Post by Shinigami on Oct 5, 2007 17:07:01 GMT -5
 "I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light."Maxwell spoke the poetry easily as in slipped into the bar, fur shedding water from the rain that was pouring down outside of the building. He waited a moment for the worst of it to drip off before he got too far into the bar, and then headed toward the bar itself, and the waiting barman, along with the waiting alchohol. The usually irrepressably-cheerful Torquehelm was feeling...down. This was a strange sensation for one such as him, though most other Torquehelms would have considered it to be a normal thing, to be depressed and almost listless. He was just feeling rather discouraged in general. Despite the fact that he'd gained rank until he was an Eight instead of his previous lowly Two, he still felt like he hadn't gained much more other than a bit of respect, a little bit of magic, and a new red number on his chest. ...and while all of that was rather nice, he still felt like there was something missing. Like he should be able to do something, and couldn't. So instead of staying at home and feeling morose, he'd decided to come to a bar and feel morose and drunk. Plus, he tended to be a happy drunk, so maybe that would help things out? That didn't stop him from reciting rather depressing poetry on the way there, though. It felt appropriate. After paying for a glass/bowl of something alcoholic (he wasn't too sure what it was, really, but it was good), he noticed the bipedal from Selkie Lakes, who apparently was even more intent on getting drunk than he was. Finally feeling mildly playful once more, he sidled up beside him and said, "So, who left ye wet and sopping in a corner?" |
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Post by FlyingPanther on Oct 5, 2007 17:39:23 GMT -5
Igal's sences alerted him to late to the presence of another. His eyes were blurred and it took him a moment to register who had spoken to him and what they had said. He had barely stoped himself from asking, 'What?', which was what his mind was attempting to register. In his drunken state he couldn't help but smile a bit, though he was far from happy...or an expressive person in general. It was the booze making him do things he wouldn't normally do. By all accounts he was pretty wasted...and it was probably painfully obvious by the drunken smile plastered upon his face. Looks like he wouldn't need to be looking for someone to talk to after all...
"Arin...you....that....guy..." he said a little slowly, and with a fustrated smile that said he was trying his hardest to keep it together. "Tha worx with Opheliaaa?" He was doing his best not to slur to heavily, but it seemed impossible. Maybe he was to drunk. Hopefully they would talk long enough for him to sober up a bit. "Any...frien of Opheliaaa...is a frien of min..." he added, blinking a bit.
Finally his mind seemed to register that he had been asked a question. His eyes saddened a bit, and he looked at the empty glasses with a bit of a scoffing laugh at himself. "Wha...nobo'ey dddrrrinks this mush normallleee?" his laugh continued, his drunken attempt to make a joke most likely, though who knew if it would actually be funny. In fact...it might have been more sad and hard to understand then anything. He didn't know his limits as a drinker...and it would be pretty clear he probably had more then a few to much. He cursed as he thought he would be paying for it tomarrow. But the buzz was beginning to feel very pleasent...despite the overwhelming sadness he also felt. "I'm heerrreee fo the sam eason erey lonllleee man issss herrree." his speach slowed as he actually tried to hold an intellegent conversation with the much more sober torquehelmite. "Ain got nobo'ey whooo giva dammmm. Tryin make it go way." he looked at his glass as if expecting it to be full, and was disappointed when there was nothing. Like he needed anymore drinks anyway.
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Post by Shinigami on Oct 9, 2007 21:53:57 GMT -5
Looked like this guy was even worse off than he was, though the rather large amount of empty glasses in front of him probably should have tipped him off to that fact. In a fairly major way. Of course, the slurred, partially nonsensical-speech expressed this fact quite clearly, and Maxwell was left feeling rather silly that he hadn't realized just how "sopping" this guy really was. At least silly was different than depressed. He did not like feeling depressed.
"Aye, I do. She's a nice lady, too, very..." he trailed off as it became apparent that not much that he said would make it through the Selkie Lakes' muddled mind, and instead stayed quiet and let him ramble. He couldn't help but laugh at the question, though. "Nay, people usually reserve that for drowning their sorrows and the like." Which answered his own question for him, even when his apparent companion for the evening continued on.
"Surely there has to be someone who cares for ye? Even if it's only to make sure that ye don't drown yerself in alcohol?" he asked in concern. Maxwell marked the dog/rat's glance toward the empty glass again, and decided to take it upon himself to be the person who at least cared enough to keep him from drowning. If there was no one else there for him, then Maxwell could at least keep an eye on him for the evening, right? "If ye don't have a close friend nearby, how about a stranger with an open ear?"
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Post by FlyingPanther on Oct 19, 2007 0:52:45 GMT -5
Igal's mouth contorted into a goofy drunken smile of triumph at the Torquehelmites laugh. Ok, so maybe his joke hadn't been a total failure. But as being drunk usually was, his mood quickly swong back to it's original sadness, and the smile retreated back where it had come, with it his head turning to the empty glasses once again.
"Mayyybe...I'un kno. Sssheeee b'traaay me reeeeel baaaaad. Ssssheee cannn' caaare asss mush asss ssssheee saaays." he said slowly, his eyes closing a bit, not to let the outside world distract him from his speaking. It was hard to talk at this point, and hard to take in what the creature was saying was a completely different matter all together. But well, the guy was company, and he certainly didn't want him to go away because of his beligerence. This he had enough brain left to know....
He looked from the glasses back to the Torquehelmite, and ubruptly an eyebrow raised rather extremely, giving off a comical moment, but clearly sharing the Lakeland's skepticism. "Yeeee cannn' posssibbbbly be interessssed in wha I haafff ta sayyyy. Beessiiiddss....isss sttuuuped..."[/color]
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Post by Shinigami on Dec 2, 2007 17:50:55 GMT -5
[ooc: *gets off of her ass and posts*]
"Aye, lasses have a tendency to follow their hearts, no matter what other hearts they may break," he said knowingly, nodding to himself as he drank some of his own...whatever it was. Alcoholic beverage, and we'll leave it at that. "Best not to attach yerself to them too much, and let bygones be bygones when they flit off to someone else." He himself was a prime example of that - he'd fucked Ophelia (or she'd fucked him, seeing as he was the one who'd ended up pregnant) while he knew that she was in some sort of relationship with Silvanus. Then again, he'd never known much of the whole love thing that a lot of other Cards had talked about, other than love for various family members. He loved his parents, what bits of them he could remember, and the people who had run the orphanage, and his kids, of course...but no one else.
Oh, he'd had his heart broken a time or two in his youth, by both girls and boys, but he'd left a good amount of that behind him now. They'd been fleeting romances, and looking back on them and comparing them to what he saw day in and day out, they had nothing on the sort of devotion that some people showed each other.
"Ye'd be surprised at what I can be interested in," he chuckled lowly, taking another drink. "Hearin' someone else's woes often helps put my own into perspective, at least. And I don't mind paying for the drinks if you want to continue drowning yourself," he added, signalling to the bartender to bring over another round for the Lakelander.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Dec 16, 2007 11:29:49 GMT -5
[OOC: Sorry if this post is like...leh suck  ;...this is rather far back in Igal's history...and I'm not sure how much muse I have for very-far-in-the-past Igal...but I'll be giving it my best shot XD;;;;] "Welllllssssheee surrrrr didda grrrrraaate joooob bbrraakkkin miinnneee." he said, folding his arms in front of him on the table, mostly to steady himself, and maybe to keep himself from grabbing empty glasses before realizing they were empty. God thinking about what had happened only hours ago was so painful, even in this state of being. He could hardly believe the facts. It seemed to him like some horrible nightmare come true, something that you only read about in the papers after someone had been killed. He had almost killed them....he had wanted to kill them. His eyes were watery in his thoughts, and not even being bilegerant was helping him at this point. It was just to horrible. "I whhiiss iiidd wassss thha eeasssyyy." he said dispairingly about his bygones comment. It was the truth he knew, but it certainly didn't make it easier. Astyana was something he had come to let his life revolve around, his love, his friendships, his resolve, everything seemed to belong to her, and she had so blatenly taken it all and tossed it away in one fell swoop. He honestly didn't know if he was even capable of caring about anyone else. Astyana had been his everything, and yet...he was nothing to her. Nothing but a crazy friend who she kept in her house out of pity. Pity. He was getting so sick of the notion. The bartender might have looked at the Torquehelmite quizically, but filled Igal's glass up all the same. Igal wasted no time in snatching up the drink and quickly making it disappear in a matter of seconds. He closed his eyes, feeling the burn all the way down to the pit of his truely unhappy stomach. Much more and he was sure he would puke, though he wasn't sure he cared. No, Igal really didn't care about much at this point. He looked at the other man, his eyes half-lidded and full of angst. He had been kind enough to buy him a drink, the least he could do was tell the man a little something about himself. "Issa ppuuurrddyyy looonnggg stoooorryy." he warned softly. |
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Post by Shinigami on Dec 23, 2007 17:09:07 GMT -5
"I hear ye, but I've got quite some time on my hands, and I'm plenty willing to sit and listen to ye. So go ahead, friend," he murmured, signalling to the bartender to keep the drinks flowing. Though, when the 'tender came close enough, he gave him a whispered command to keep the alcohol content of the various drinks rather light, and maybe to mix in some fruit juices and the like to help keep the Lakelander from killing himself through alcohol poisoning.
The longer Maxwell was around the depressed fellow, the more he couldn't decide whether to be all the more depressed himself, or (and this was the option that he was leaning toward) be relieved, because at least his life wasn't nearly as messed up as this guy's. He slowly worked his way through a few alcoholic drinks, then switched to water even as Igal got more and more incoherant, until he wasn't even sure what the heck he was talking about anymore. It was just slurred mumbles, until finally Maxwell paid his tab, slung the Lakelander over his back as best he could, and then took him to a place where he could sleep off both the alcohol, and the pain.
[ooc: Aaaand finished. Or something. Yay?]
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;...this is rather far back in Igal's history...and I'm not sure how much muse I have for very-far-in-the-past Igal...but I'll be giving it my best shot XD;;;;]