The most pretentious thing

Strelein von Rosnete · 06-20-2011, 04:44 AM

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Date: June 20 2011 [negotiable]

Setting:Halifax, by the sea.

Time: Noon

Requested Participants: one only

Thread Direction:Nothing sexual nor horribly violent

Ideal Participant Speed: 1-2 days would be perfect, looking for a quick easy spree

Ideal Thread Length: Medium to short

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I really need a lot of posts in the next 10 days with Strel. So. lots of posties here would be nice. Casual fun would be great or a violent encounter that doesn't end in mauling.

Strel adjusted the dark glasses on his face again, wondering how he was supposed to keep the pair on his face. The humans had their ears placed in such a lovely way; sunglasses stayed on their faces rather than slipped down and rubbed an edge against their eyes. Wincing for maybe the fourth time, the redhead pulled the scavenged pair off his nose and rubbed at his eye roughly. Oh, he was irritated that this was so much harder than he thought at first. This had been a business venture to the city; he was looking for more cloth and had found a department store with an entire men's section still relatively intact. He had been forced to tie a huge bundle with a blanket and ties with the clothes in the middle. Plenty more had been left behind.

It was just past high noon, and the redhead stopped by the waterline. It was a good ten feet down to the water, so the tailor felt safe that he would not get splashed by the salty spray. But it was close enough to be cooling. After hauling the stupid bundle halfway across town, Strel felt his lazy tendencies take over as he passed by the sea-side street of the city. He had plopped down the bundle and then laid back against it, practicing with the shades. Other luperci had worn them but the subtle art was definitely evading him.

"Stupid effing things," he cursed as he rocked out a bottle from the cloth sack. With his teeth, he popped the top off the bottle of vodka, spitting the cork into his hand. Grip tight on the cork, the redhead took a quick drink of the vodka. Promptly closing it, it found a place at his side. Sliding down the sack a tad, Strel gave a sigh of relief and propped the sunglasses on the bridge of his knows as he stared at the ocean on and off, feeling the sun on his fur warming his skin beneath.

Alae Sidhe · 06-28-2011, 10:34 AM

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The Side kept to herself in the margins of Dahlia de Mai for several weeks. Upon first becoming an explorer of the neutral territories surrounding the Dahlian borders, Nayru announced during a pack meeting that much renovation and restoration needed to be done around the pack in regards to a storm that overtook the land back in the previous winter. Working diligently to clear the vineyards of weeds and assist with moving planks for the ruined docks and already eroded structures left behind by the human civilization, Dahlia de Mai was making progress on its own transformation. After striving to clear the vineyards in order to make way for the plants that would harvest the necessary ingredients for wine, Alae set off on this day to venture to Halifax in order to gather some stray empty bottles to add to the growing collection. Alae at least wanted the wine production to kick off before the summer was out, and she needed to work rigorous in order to do so.

Several empty wine bottles scavenged throughout the city were found. There was only a few to recover, for bottles were one of the human assets that were very fragile, and so had to be treated with care. Wrapping the bottles obtained by hare pelt she previously caught herself, the bottles lightly clinked together in her oversized leather satchel as her foraging decided to take its direction toward the sea. While the summers in Nova Scotia were not as hot as anything in the desert, it was still pleasant weather to enjoy a quick dip into the shallow areas of the sea. Her pace was casual as she approached the shoreline, suddenly happening upon a fiery headed individual gazing longingly toward the blue horizon of the sea. The smell of both the male's natural musk and the alcohol he was drinking hit her senses, as he was enjoying his version of a bottled "cocktail" in paradise. Seeing as how the quality of his scent reminded her slightly of Caspa, Alae remembered the interesting and kind Luperci and decided to approach him lightly. The bottles in her satchel continued to clink lightly, as she halted a comfortable distance away from him, tail swaying from behind. "Afternoon. Mind if I ask, did you make your alcohol yourself, or was it found in Halifax?" Alae instantly asked right at the start. Hopefully her icebreaker didn't sound too demanding in itself.

Strelein von Rosnete · 07-25-2011, 08:41 PM

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I just seem to keep showing you the worst side of my posting habits, but I promise you it's usually not this god awful.

The clinking noise made him twist his ears around, but he figured it was just someone in the distance kicking rocks or something, and the echoes bounced to him. Strel ignored it for the most part, letting his lips pretty much stay adhered to the bottle. It was not his goal to get totally and completely plastered, but he was going to get at most halfway there before continuing on with his hellsized load of cloth. The fragile bottle clanked loudly as he set it down beside him on the cement. Strel absently scratched at his flat stomach, watching the waves crash and the gulls screech above his head.

But he looked up and behind him as a woman called to him, asking about his bottle. The redhead lifted it in a firm grip by the neck and waved it a bit as he gazed at her through crooked sunglasses. "This? No. I don't know how to, actually. I usually either find it or get it traded in from Freetown further south. Sometimes ships stop by and I trade them if they happen to have any Barbados rum or any really." But those were the most expensive trades usually. Full clothes or other materials, or even piles of pelts or food. But beyond worth it, he thought. "Care for some? Scavenged, but good." He waved the bottle at her, the liquid sloshing around inside.

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