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| A Traveler's Introduction; Description of the bar | |
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| Cyberweasel89 | Aug 14 2009, 15:19 Post #1 |
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The door swung open, and in walked a solitary figure, dressed in the garb of a monk, with a plain mask upon his face. Hawk-like red eyes sent an intense gaze around the bar, studying it. It had all the works. Tiled green floors. Salls with wood panneling on the lower half, but red wallpaper on the top half. The ceiling was plain white, with lights and ceiling fans hanging from it. The walls were adorned with various knicknacks and bar decorations. Scattered about the floor were round wooden tables with chairs, occasionally occupied by a wizard, witch, or mythical creature or two. To the left were two doors leading to the men's room, women's room, and the gender-neutral washroom, for creatures with no specific sex. To the far right was a dance floor and stage for the band or performers to play on. A few couches with pillows against the walls, a juke box, some stairs to the inn rooms upstairs and what could only be the basement. Across from the door was the bar. A wooden counter with stool surrounding it, shelves and such behind the bar, stored with everything needed to mix drinks. A TV hung above the bar, which was currently playing a game of Grabball. The man stepped up to the bar and took a seat, and was soon greeted by a rather buxom minotaur. Minotaurs had a tendency to be quite "blessed" compared to the other races, so such a chest size wasn't unusual for them. But minotaurs were somewhat rare in this area of mythica, so the sight was a tad unusual at first. "Welcome, customer." she greeted a husky, sensual voice, smiling mysteriously. She was polishing a mug with a dirty rag, much like the stereotypical bartender. "Good day, miss." the man greeted. "May I ask where I am, if you please?" "My, my. No need to be so polite, cutie. We're all family here. Even newcomers. I'm Hallow. Just Hallow. Like 'hallow by thy name', 'all hallow's eve', you get the picture, honey." "Very well, Ms. Hallow. I am Donovan Origami. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now, may I ask what this place is? It is unusual to find so many magic-folk in a Muggle city." The woman just gave her enigmatic smile, gazing at the man with smirking eyes. "This is Hallowed Ground, sweetie. A magical oasis in a desert of Muggle technology. We happen to be a safe haven for all magic-folk traversing this Muggle city, where we serve all. Now, can I get anything for you, cutie pie?" "No, no thank you. I am not especially thirsty. In fact, I am afraid I must be going. Do take care, Ms. Hallow." "Sure thing, sweetie." the minotaur replied in her husky, sensual voice, turning around to rinse the mug in the sink. The mysterious traveller soon left, making a note to return here once again. Edited by Cyberweasel89, Aug 14 2009, 15:53.
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