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| At The Pub; A laid back rp in a realistic bar. | |
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| Topic Started: October 9 2008, 04:12 PM (249 Views) | |
| Colton C | October 9 2008, 04:12 PM Post #1 |
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The bar was surprisingly empty for a Friday night. "It was 9:00PM, the bar should be full." thought Jim to himself. He looked upon his establishment, the one he built up over the last 20 years. "This is a nice place, It is a shame that people don't just want to sit and have a calm drink anymore." Only a few people had come in since the bar had opened. His clientele was wasn't very large at any point, yet now it was riding on a new low. The bar was a quaint place located outside Portland ME. It was small, a person could see the entirety of it from the door. There was a nice fire sterling on the left side in a fireplace, with two tables need it. On the right side there was the bar. It had 4 stools and a place where someone could stand on the end. The perfect place for the small community to intact. Jim was sitting at one of the stools, drinking a glass of water. Jim was the owner and bartender in the bar. He was a good man, which people often misunderstood as "simple". He was a smart man, who was normal withdrew, yet had no problem talking for as long as people needed him to. He turned, the stool under him squeaked as he did it. He stared at the door, it creaked, the it opened. ********************************************************************************************************************************************* This is a simple, laid back RP. No ext ream action, just play as people sitting at a bar, telling life's stories. Anyone is welcome to enter at any time, leave at any time, and stay as long as you like. Edited by Colton C, October 16 2008, 09:32 PM.
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| Shiori | October 13 2008, 11:02 AM Post #2 |
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Every bar in the Portland city limits was overflowing with drunkards, stumbling around the sidewalk, falling off their barstools, singing Irish drinking songs. It was only 9 o'clock in the evening, and people were already drowning out their lives with fermented goodness. Standing at only 5'5", Francine was hardly someone who could plow through drunk crowds by herself on a Friday night. The head of a fraternity on campus told her about a bar that his dad used to visit, just outside of Portland. It was a small, quaint place that would no doubt be much easier to sit in than any place within walking distance of her school. Francine pulled her waist length, blond hair back into a pony tail before sitting on a nearby bench to wait for the bus. She pulled just enough money out of her designer purse for bus fare, then clung her bag tightly to her side as she waited, eying the drunk, unconscious man on the sidewalk a few feet away. Once the bus finally arrived, she quickly ran on board, putting her money in the slot at the front. Francine proceeded to the middle of the bus and sat down by an Emergency Exit, plopping her purse in the seat beside her to avoid the company of those she would define as 'seedy.' Her eyes darted around the dark objects outside her window as the bus weaved its way through town before dropping her off half an hour after she had boarded. The bus stayed within city limits, leaving her with a 20 minute walk to her new destination. |
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| Keeley | October 14 2008, 05:21 PM Post #3 |
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Bright green eyes stared at the door for a couple of moments before settling again on the floor. Keara's tanned hand stretched out in front of her to push open the door with a silent movement. Her intelligent eyes took in her surroundings quickly from the few customers, to the welcoming fire on the other side, to the bar even in the small open space. She looked down at herself wearing a thigh legnth skirt, high heeled black boots and a tight shirt. "I look as if i've been in a night club" she muttered, with a couple of curses. She walked quickly over to the fireplace, pulling up a chair to stay out of plain sight. A sigh escaped her shaped lips as she settled down, pushing a stray bit of hair back behind her ear. |
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| Colton C | October 14 2008, 06:26 PM Post #4 |
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Jim was excited. A customer! He thought. The young lady was dressed as if she had just came from somewhere. Where did she come from? he thought No matter, at least she is here now. She was sitting in the corner by the fire, in the chair with the uneven leg. Jim knew every inch of the bar by heart, he had built it over the course of years. He grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from behind the bar and moved over towards the young woman. "May I get you something miss, or do you just want to relax?" Jim had a clear look in his eyes that almost pleaded for her to order something. He needed all the business he could get. His business was going down the tube. He was a threat of loosing everything he had.
Edited by Colton C, October 16 2008, 09:31 PM.
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| Shiori | October 15 2008, 10:33 AM Post #5 |
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The first step off of the bus was one that sent chills up her spine. Francine had just set foot in the most dangerous neighborhood on the outskirts of Portland. She had heard stories from fellow students in her classes, but had never witnessed the run down village herself. it was just as they had described: run down houses, rusted children's playsets every few houses, a varied mix of suped-up cars and beat-up vehicles on blocks. "Shit, what have I gotten myself into?" The next bus wouldn't arrive for hours. There was no other choice. Short, but slender legs started their trek for the destination known to them only as "small pub." Francine clutched her purse tightly to her chest, her head constantly on a swivel with every step she took. It was the perfect time of night, apparently, to make it through the neighborhood safely. Most people had either gone out on the town for the night, or had gone to sleep. There weren't too many people to be seen. Within 15 minutes, the dangerous clump of old houses was behind her. Francine sighed with relief as she turned the next corner, doing all she could to put the place out of sight. Finally, she lifted her head and saw the pub at the end of the street. The designer bag now over her shoulder, Francine quickened her pace to make it to, what she hoped was, a safe haven. |
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| Jakob Gray | October 15 2008, 06:52 PM Post #6 |
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Jakob got out of his 1998 Mitsubishi Lancer, making sure the doors were locked. It's not like Portland was a bad town, it's just that the world was filled with bad people. He looked once more at his scratched blue door and put his keys back on his belt loop carabiner. He probably wouldn't stand out any worse tonight at Jim's than anywhere in the street with his skinny jeans and small t-shirt. He had just gotten back from seeing some lackluster bands at The Station, a place where the shows were normally good, but the beer was not. He appraised his own reflection in the glass door in front of him. The twenty-two year old looked nineteen. Nineteen, he thought. What a useless age to be, and just as bad to look like. He always had his I.D. on him, though, and besides, Jim knew him from the past several months that Jakob had been living in the town, working for an indie newspaper called "The Buzz", a paper centering on music and other happenings. He lived in a one bedroom flat on the first floor of an old building. Swishing the side parted brown bangs out of his eyes, Jakob went through the glass door and into the pub, the familiar silver bell chiming at his entrance before he took a stool at the bar for himself. It was a quiet night, as always, and a good place to sit and think over 12 oz. of beer. Edited by Jakob Gray, October 15 2008, 06:56 PM.
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| Shiori | October 16 2008, 12:09 PM Post #7 |
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After an uneventful trip to get to a bar that had been talked up so much by one person, it was a big disappointment. The building was old, and there were only a few cars parked outside. Francine scrunched her face into a look of disgust as she proceeded closer to the worn down establishment. Halted in front of the main door, Francine studied what little she could see through the clear door. Maybe the place was a diamond in the rough, and she was just overreacting, judging a book by its cover. With one graceful move, Francine pulled the band from her hair and let it down, the iron-straight strands falling loosely over her shoulders. She inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly as she pushed the glass door open and stepped inside. The place wasn't half bad looking, solely due to the fact that there was a fire in the corner. Someone was already sitting by it, a girl who appeared to have already had her share of fun for the night. The man who appeared to be the bartender was attending to her, pen and paper in hand. Someone else had entered just before her as well, a young man who looked to be a couple years younger than herself. Maybe this place didn't card people? Francine finally realized she was still standing at the door, so she made her way to a table in the corner closest to the fire. Her confidence wasn't enough to make her sit by the other female in the room. Her bag now on the chair beside her, Francine took a seat, crossing her legs gracefully under the table. |
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| Keeley | October 16 2008, 04:22 PM Post #8 |
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Her eyes quickly flickered up to the bartender warily before giving an apologetic smile "Er...yes please...just a coke will do" she said slowly and hesitantly, dropping a few coins into his hand before leaning back against the chair quietly. Her eyes closed for a moment then looked around the room, oher than the few customers there had been earlier, a woman a bit older than her had arrived and was now sitting at the table nearest her. Green eyes slowly looked over at the man who just arrived, about nineteen to her eyes, a year younger than her. A shiver ran through her as she lent back again taking her original, semi relaxed posistion. Her legs crossed involuntarily as she looked down, rearranging her skirts layers quietly before watching the flames billowing about merrily in the fireplace. |
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| Colton C | October 16 2008, 09:31 PM Post #9 |
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Jim looked back at the young woman. "I'll go get that for you mam." With that, Jim walked towards the bar, where one of his young regulars were sitting. He quickly filled a coke and a 12oz for the regular. Leaving the beer on the table, he walks back towards the young woman, placing the coke on her table. He was trying to be considerably nicer than usual. He needed new customers. "You need anything else, just flag me down. It is a small place." Now that he was done attending to the young woman, he moved to the other woman. The crowd was picking up fast. If only it would continue. "Hi, how are you doing. You must be from USM. (OoC: The largest college in Portland.) You want anything?" Edited by Colton C, October 16 2008, 09:32 PM.
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| Dreadwolf | October 27 2008, 03:16 PM Post #10 |
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Leah had moved passed the drunk with speed as she didn't want any trouble this evening and headed to the pub. she knew her I D would help her out when at the pub, she carried on walking with speed as soon as she got to the corner of the street the pub was on, she relaxed knowing she'd be able to keep warm in there. |
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| Jakob Gray | October 27 2008, 07:42 PM Post #11 |
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Jakob had the same tune stuck in his head for hours, and the pub was a bit too quiet for him being comfortable enough to hum or whistle it at this point in time. Maybe with another 12 oz. mug, Jakob decided, he'd probably feel the judgment wearing thin and the tune would escape from his mouth, and possibly with words as well. Which wasn't a problem when Jakob was sober, his singing voice was rather pleasant, but it was when he had more than one beer that he felt musical enough to let the words out. It was a rather embarrassing tendency, though nothing out of the ordinary at all. It was just a reason for Jakob to make sure he'd be good enough for the drive home. Which was only a few miles, but Jakob had been in a drunk driving accident with his friend Mick, and though he wasn't driving, got the profound message of having a (hopefully) sober driver. If he were to have anything else, Jakob decided it would have to be soda or something. As much as he enjoyed Sam Adams, he wasn't going to get caught in the 3.4 miles it took to get him house. Well, it was a home, he decided, but it definitely didn't pass for a house. He put the bill on the polished counter, lost in thought. |
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| Tessandra | November 7 2008, 11:27 AM Post #12 |
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Tessandra pushed open the door to the pub. Just over 21, she wore faded jeans, silver heels and a silver halterneck, the neck of which dipped down to just above her stomach, a small silver strap halfway down holding the two sides close together to protect her modesty. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun, her fringe and a lock of hair on each side of her face spiraling down to frame her face. A black biker jacket hung open, and a black messenger bag was slung across her torso. She walked over to the bar, smiling at the barman, "Hey," she said, in a Yorkshire/English accent, "can I have some red wine? Something light,", sliding her ID out of her purse as she did, a battered black thing. She looked around at the quiet bar, and smiled to herself, shaking her head. She waited for her drink, thanked the barman and turned round. "Hey. Guys?" Her face was slightly pitying, slightly bemused, "I'm Tess. And this is a bar. Don't you guys socialise in this country?". She took a sip, not wanting to grin, as that would make her seem leering, but not wanting to look sharp either. She hoped they wouldn't take offense. She came here for a night out, not to go to a library! |
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| Jakob Gray | January 5 2009, 09:30 PM Post #13 |
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"Oi." Jakob said simply, checking the girl out in the momentary glance that people always gave the other gender. It's not like anyone could say they truly didn't do such thing, it was programmed into everyone's instincts to look at their opposite gender. His eyes passed by her torso with little interest, passing back up to her eyes. "There's other places in town if you want a party." He said simply. "Or if you want to see two drunks go at it with chairs. Not my kind of scene, though." A grin was on his face for a few moments before he took another sip. "What's your story?" |
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