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The Weeping Bard ((RP TAVERN))

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#61 opheliassecret

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Posted 17 January 2017 - 02:19 PM

 

Reality finally began to seep in through the cracks in his vision. As focused as he was on the goal (her possessions) being this close to her allowed him to pick up on bodily expressions. He did not believe that she was a threat, and that might have been his undoing. Not that he'd ever believe such a thing was this close around the corner. The tall and scrawny dark skinned creature had a hard time learning from his mistakes. He snatched his hand back to his side, shrinking away from her. Fight or flight was going off like fireworks behind his eyes, and for now he was frozen. He inhaled deeply, his other senses much stronger than his vision. He stood up a little taller, his serpent-like eyes meeting hers with a fierce glare. There was hesitation in her movements, a subtle submissiveness that broke his lips into a crooked grin. He twitched, as he often did, and took a step closer. 'Are you th-threatening me?' His tone was mostly emotionless, frigid and cold. But for the sake of performance, he softened the words. Basically - "Are you really going to hurt sweet, innocent, me?" He took another step, and lifted his dark hand to the blade. 'Is it v-very ssharp?' With every stuttered consonant there came another twitch. As a child, he used to curse his stutter. Now he only hated it as much as the rest of himself. God, he was such a contradictory creature. Now applying pressure, he dragged his index finger along the dull edge of the blade. 'Th-there mussst be sssome ssort of misssunderstanding, m'lady.' 

 

 

 

     "Nope, not normal." Alistair murmured, standing up and abandoning his half-empty pint on the table.

      Around him, the world turned and warped nauseatingly. He clutched the table until everything righted itself. Perhaps he'd overdone it with the ale. His knees shook and with his first step he felt himself stumble. His arms flailed and he felt for a wooden post to hold himself upright. He'd definitely had too much to drink. Stepping forward more cautiously this time, he remained upright and sauntered over to the woman and thief. He caught the mumbled dredges of a one-sided conversation between the two. In his muddled brain, the man hissed his words but surely the wine was playing tricks on his hearing.

     Neither party noticed him, even as he leaned against the wall beside them.

     "Greetings," he said, "What's going on here?"

The serpent-like appearance of this creature has made her very uneasy. She had already felt on edge about coming to a place that turned out to be so heavily occupied by so many bodies. It had been a mistake to be so distracted in a tavern where so many things could go wrong. Whenever the creature touched the dagger she instinctively pulled it back towards her. His tone made her cringe. It was mainly the way his words hissed out of his mouth when he spoke. "Step away creature. I want no quarrel with you." Just as she had started to think this may work out alright, and before she knows it she is being robbed by a..man...creature? It hardly mattered. The night was not going in the direction she had hoped and who was this new comer? It was hard to know if she should be relieved that someone had bothered to try and intervene or whether or not she should just forget all of this and flee. By the smell of him, he would be of little help in this situation.  Everything was happening at once. It was odd, but in that moment, she had started to feel some kind of sympathy towards the creature. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding...She had been reasonably stressed out before arriving to the WB. Unsure of her own voice she took her eyes off the creature and addressed the man who approached and inquired about the situation. "I..I do not know...I thought that he was trying to rob me but now I am not sure..."


Pretty Hurts...Beauty is Pain..and We All Have To Sacrifice What We Want To Get What We Need.

 

 

SW: 419  CW: 313.5 GW: 120

 

Goal ONE: 419 418 417 416 415 414 413 412 411 410 409 408 407 406 405 404 403 402 401 400 399 398 397 396 395 394 393 392 391 390 389 388 387 386 385 384 383 382 381 380 379 378 377 376 375 374 373 372 371 370 369 368 367 366 365 364 363 362 361 360 359 358 357 356 355 354 353 352 351 350 349 348 347 346 345 344 343 342 341 340 339 338 337 336 335 334 333 332 331 330 329 328 327 326 325 324 323 322 321 320

 

GOAL 2: 319 318 317 316 315 314 313 312 311 310 309 308 307 306 305

 

GOAL 3: 304 303 302 301 300 299 298 297 296 295 294 293 292 291 290 289 288 287 286 285

 

GOAL 4: 284 283 282 281 280 279 278 277 276 275 274 273 272 271 270 269 268 267 266 265 264 263 262 261 260 259 258 257 256 255

 

GOAL 5: 254 253 252 251 250 249 248 247 246 245 244 243 242 241 240 239 238 237 236 235 234 233 232 231 230 229 228 227 226 225 224 223 222 221 220 

 

GOAL 6: 219 218 217 216 215 214 213 212 211 210 209 208 207 206 205 204 203 202 201 200 199 198 197 196 195 194 193 192 191 190 189 188 187 186 185 184 183 182 181 180

 

GOAL 7: 179 178 177 176 175 174 173 172 171 170

 

GOAL 8: 169 168 167 166 165 164 163 162 161 160 159 158 157 156 155 154 153 152 151 150

 

GOAL 9: 149 148 147 146 145 144 143 142 141 140 139 138 137 136 135 134 133 132 131 130

 

FINAL GOAL: 129 128 127 126 125 124 123 122 121 120


#62 HateMyselfDaily

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Posted 20 January 2017 - 02:45 AM

     Alistair's dark eyes shifted between the woman and the thief.

     "Seems to me he's minutes away from trying again." he murmured.

     The woman stared at him, clearly realizing how drunk he was. He could only imagine how unhelpful he appeared in this situation. Dredges of regret began pouring into his mind and he suddenly longed for a sixth ale. As though disapproving of his craving, his body tipped slightly to the left and his legs stumbled as he pressed a firm hand on the wall again. When his vision righted itself and he could think beyond the overwhelming nausea, he looked around and for the first time since observing the situation, he wished for anyone else to intervene.

     He directed his attention to the thief.

     "What were you trying to do?" he asked.


SW: 120 lbs.

CW: Not Sure, around 100 pounds

LW: 84 lbs.

GW: 79 lbs.

 

I want to be better than I was before, I want to see bones again.

I love chest bones, ribs, thigh gaps, hip bones, collarbones, spines, thin faces and I feel so worthless not having them like I did at the end of last year.

 

 

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I love this little muffin

 

 

 

 

 

 

giphy.gifI've never seen this until now but it's adorable; he does love his son. 


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Posted 22 January 2017 - 06:50 PM

(I plan to jump in soon! I love this...sorry to interrupt. I'm working on reading through the posts and getting up to speed, but I might wait to jump in until tomorrow.)



#64 HateMyselfDaily

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Posted 22 January 2017 - 07:27 PM

(I plan to jump in soon! I love this...sorry to interrupt. I'm working on reading through the posts and getting up to speed, but I might wait to jump in until tomorrow.)

Jump in when you're ready! I'd post again to this thread but I don't think I can say much until some more action/plot happens.


SW: 120 lbs.

CW: Not Sure, around 100 pounds

LW: 84 lbs.

GW: 79 lbs.

 

I want to be better than I was before, I want to see bones again.

I love chest bones, ribs, thigh gaps, hip bones, collarbones, spines, thin faces and I feel so worthless not having them like I did at the end of last year.

 

 

tumblr_linn8vcC7i1qzvfgl.gif

 

 

tumblr_n1e47yjSwi1toamj8o1_500.gifmarah.gif?w=604tumblr_static_3wn3ip8eba2o4ckcogkcgc088.

 

I love this little muffin

 

 

 

 

 

 

giphy.gifI've never seen this until now but it's adorable; he does love his son. 


#65 TheModHatter

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Posted 02 February 2017 - 10:39 PM

((i'm interested in joining this. is it still open?))


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#66 HateMyselfDaily

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Posted 03 February 2017 - 06:55 AM

I think a lot of people got unsubscribed but it's definitely still open. ^_^


SW: 120 lbs.

CW: Not Sure, around 100 pounds

LW: 84 lbs.

GW: 79 lbs.

 

I want to be better than I was before, I want to see bones again.

I love chest bones, ribs, thigh gaps, hip bones, collarbones, spines, thin faces and I feel so worthless not having them like I did at the end of last year.

 

 

tumblr_linn8vcC7i1qzvfgl.gif

 

 

tumblr_n1e47yjSwi1toamj8o1_500.gifmarah.gif?w=604tumblr_static_3wn3ip8eba2o4ckcogkcgc088.

 

I love this little muffin

 

 

 

 

 

 

giphy.gifI've never seen this until now but it's adorable; he does love his son. 




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