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Post by Grayson on Mar 28, 2014 23:26:27 GMT -6
AND IVE LOST WHO I AM AND I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY MY HEART IS SO BROKEN
He did a lot of walking lately, not as a means of transportation, but as a ways to occupy his time and his mind. He had slowly gained a lot of know-how when it came to the ways that this world operated. Everything was strangely familiar, however, as if he had dreamed about it before. The man dreamed often, sometimes even while he was awake. Vague bits and pieces of information, as if he were getting only small snippets out of books, would fill him mind. It was almost overwhelming.
Squinting against the harsh afternoon sunlight, Grayson raised a hand up to shield his eyes. How many times had he been on this route? Taking a deep breath, he scanned the area. Most of the time, his wanderings led him on the same path, making rounds about the country that he had been given to speak for. But today's walking had brought him to a part of the country that he hadn't actually been to as often as he had been to places like Aster. Looking around, Gray's eyebrows knitted together. How had he gotten here? Surely he hadn't deviated too far from his usual route...
A strange smell was coming from one of the nearby buildings, and it took the man a bit of time before he figured out that it was coming from the two-story building nestled in between two other buildings. He tilted his head to the side. It looked squished. Deciding that it wouldn't hurt to investigate, after all, what else was he supposed to do with his time? Stepping inside, he was immediately met with thick smoke and foul odors. He blinked as he stood there, bright eyes staring around. A few people glanced his way, but soon returned to their business. There wasn't anything abnormal about Grayson, something that he was immediately thankful for, but his height did occassionally draw some attention towards him.
Making his way to the counter, Grayson gave a nod to the man standing behind it, the bartender. What can I getcha? Blue eyes remained on the bartender as he spoke. "What do you have?"
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Mar 29, 2014 19:15:11 GMT -6
Brenna found herself in her home town like she normally did during this time of year. She always went to visit her mother's grave though she had never known her. She was walking back toward her room when a man caught her eye. This wasn't just a man that she didn't know with a familiar face. No, this was her father. The man that had made her doubt everything about herself. The man that threatened her when her gift showed making her keep it a secret. This man was walking her way. She looked around before darting into the bar beside her. Head turned to look at her her. She was tall and lean. Her spiky hair and crimson eyes caught most attention on normal days but today with the weather they had been having it was her outfit. There was very little covering her skin as she walked through the cold air. It was one of the warmer days they had been having but not warm enough for what she was wearing.
She made her way slowly to the bar. She sat next to Grayson though she didn't really notice him. She waited for the bartender to get his drink so she could get hers but she wasn't really in that big of a rush. She crossed her legs and looked around the bar. There wasn't anything unusual going on. She kept her hands folded in her lap. She didn't have her sword on her right now. She never did when she was going to see her mother and when it was just in a town. She looked toward the man beside her. "You don't drink do you?" She asked looking him over a little. He was attractive though Brenna didn't normally think about that. "You should order just a simple beer if it is your first time."
Bren turned back to staring at the bar a little. She knew it was none of her business what the man ordered and it wasn't like she was dying for a drink. She just felt like she might help him out a little.
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Post by Grayson on Apr 1, 2014 8:59:56 GMT -6
AND IVE LOST WHO I AM AND I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY MY HEART IS SO BROKEN
Grayson took a seat at one of the stools in front of the counter. He didn't really know what he had just ordered. The barkeep had listed off a grand amount of things, all of which Gray couldn't remember ever hearing of. So he had picked one and decided that way. This is what people did, went to bars and drank. He was doing his best trying to fit in - so he went along with it.
The door behind him opened, and the man turned a bit to see who had entered, bright blue eyes falling on a woman with spiky hair…who wasn't wearing much of anything. Returning to face the front, Gray's mind spun. Why was she wearing something like that? Did she not have any other clothes? He knew he wasn't human, but he still felt the changes of the temperature, and the cold wind on his face. If it chilled him, wouldn't it chill a human?
A clink resounded in his ears as the bartender set down a very small glass in front of him, waiting for the bit of change that was to be excepted in exchange for something. Grayson complied, pushing a couple of coins towards the bar keep. Satisfied, the other man walked away. Casting a quick glance around, Gray caught sight of the spiky haired woman next to him. You don't drink, do you? A nervous chuckle escaped his lips. "Is it that obvious?" he asked, toying with the glass in front of him. It was filled with amber liquid, which Grayson found to be quite nice to look at. But the smell coming off of it…he wasn't so sure about that. You should order just a simple beer if it is your first time.
Was it his first time to do this? He couldn't remember a point where he had drank, but this place felt very familiar, the feel of the glass on his fingers, the way he knew how to play with it. All familiar. Picking the glass up, he tilted his head back and took the shot. Burning fire spread down his throat, and Grayson's face scrunched up as he set the glass down - upside down. How had he known to do that? "What…" he didn't even know how to accurately describe what was going through his head right now.
Giving his head a good shake, he turned to the woman next to him. "Is it your first time? Are you ordering a beer?"
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Apr 4, 2014 7:21:11 GMT -6
She had her arms folded on the bra as she crossed her legs. She looked at Grayson as he finally ordered his drink. Brenna gave a small smirk. “Just a little.” She seemed like an interesting person. There were others in the bar that were whispering about her. She heard one of them mention her eyes being the same as someone who died twenty-four years ago. She shook her head a little and quit listening to those around her.
Brenna put a hand over her mouth when she saw his face after he took the shot. She couldn’t help but almost laugh at it. He hadn’t drank before but he knew what to do after. She found it rather odd. He seemed confused by it as well. She watched him a little before giving a small chuckle when he asked if this was her first time. “Not at all.” She ordered one of the stronger drinks in the bar. Her crimson eyes looked the stranger up and down debating if he was someone that she would want to talk to in a bar in her hometown. He didn’t exactly look like someone that came from the small town but then again she only ever stayed a day before leaving again.
There was really no one else there she wanted to talk to so she held out her hand. “I’m Brenna.” She knew better than to give out her last name. There were people listening to what the girl had to say. She was calmer than she had been with other people that she met but normally when she was in the bar scenes she could keep her power down. She wouldn’t burn him not like she had her brother and the captain she had met only a few weeks ago. She still hadn’t believed she had done it but it had happened and she made sure she didn’t do it again. She really didn’t want to make chit chat with someone in this town but she didn’t really think he was from there. Someone would have called him over if he was. It was one of those everyone knows everybody else kind of places.
No, he wasn’t from there.
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Post by Grayson on Apr 29, 2014 19:30:54 GMT -6
AND IVE LOST WHO I AM AND I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY MY HEART IS SO BROKEN
Just a little. The woman's smirk made Grayson grin. He had been hoping to blend in here, but that hadn't worked out very well. His height was bad enough, but not knowing what to do in whatever situation he found himself in - that was a completely different story. He was preoccupied with the nerves that came along with his first drink (first drink that he knew of, that is) but that didn't stop him from picking up on conversations around him. His head turned slightly as he listened to a couple of what looked like general labor workers talk about someone dead and gone. "Do you know what they are talking about?" he asked, attention going to the woman beside him. It wasn't unlike him to ask questions. He was, after all, still very new to this world, and he wanted to know everything.
The look on the woman's face after he had taken the shot made Grayson happy that at least one of them was enjoying his first drink. It wasn't absolutely disgusting to where he wanted to spit it out, but he wasn't about to chug a whole bottle. When asked if this was her first time to drink as well, she said not at all. Grayson nodded, listening to her talk to the bartender. "What did you just get?" he asked.
I'm Brenna. Gray's bright blue eyes were on the woman's hand that had been extended towards him. His mind went through the various scenarios that would lead her to do that. He had seen several people grab each other's hands, giving a nice shake. So that's what he did. His hand was much bigger than hers, and Grayson shook her hand a couple of times before letting go. A wide grin spread across his face as he felt a bit of pride swell in his chest. "I am Grayson Riddick," he said as the bartender returned with whatever it was Brenna had requested. "Are you from here? It's nice."
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Apr 29, 2014 19:57:38 GMT -6
Bren looked over his head when he asked if she knew what they were talking about. She then looked at him and shook her head."Seems someone passed away. Not sure who." Her face looked a little grim. She hadn't been to a funeral ever. She kind of avoided things like that. She only visited her mother because she felt like she had to. She always wondered if her life would have been different with her mother alive. Her eyes looked down at the bar thinking about the past. Bren thought wondered if it was time she stopped showing up in this town. It felt like she was testing herself. Was she trying to get caught by her father? He would probably kill her if he finally noticed her.
She looked at him when he asked what she got. "Oh a whiskey." The bartender put her cup down and she took a swing. She didn't normally talk about what she drank but this man didn't seem like he knew much about the world around him. She looked toward the door as another person stepped in. She said nothing as she watched two men sit in a corner. These weren't people she had to worry about.
When they shook hands, he could feel a warmth that was unusually to feel through a glove. She doubted he would notice the heat coming off of her for the bar was rather warm. "Nice to meet you Mr. Riddick." She was thrown off guard when he asked her if she was from here. "No, I'm just passing through on my way back to Aster." She lied. If she wasn't worried about her father, Brenna would have told him the truth. Yeah, she was from there but not anymore. She rarely stepped foot in the town unless it was to visit her mother's grave. Brenna didn't know him. He didn't need to know anything important about her.
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Post by Grayson on May 14, 2014 0:01:24 GMT -6
AND IVE LOST WHO I AM AND I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY MY HEART IS SO BROKEN
Seems someone passed away. Not sure who. Grayson was too preoccupied with figuring out what Brenna meant when she said someone had passed away to notice the look on the woman's face. Passed away? For several moments, Gray sat very still, as if any bodily movement would break his concentration. He was cycling through things he had heard people say during his time of wandering, but he wasn't coming up with anything that had to do with passing in the away direction. "I do not understand what that means," he said finally, with a somewhat disappointed shake of his head. He did not like not knowing what something meant.
When she told him that she had ordered a whiskey, his blue eyes fixated on the glass at her fingertips. It smells so much more pungent than whatever he had ordered. "It does not smell pleasant," he commented, wrinkling his nose a bit. "But if you like it, then that is your decision." Grayson was still learning how to word things so that he didn't sound inhuman. It was something he was working on, and he was hoping that with some time, he'd get better at it. But for now, there were times when he almost sounded robotic.
Gray's attention turned towards her hand in his, and the heat that he felt. Sure, it was semiwarm in the bar, but Grayson wasn't human, and he picked up on certain things more than the average person would. "Your hand is very warm," he said quietly, eyes studying the gloved hand with interest. "Warmer than others like you." At this point he was almost talking to himself in a low, hushed tone. Nice to meet you, Mr. Riddick. Gray's wide eyes snapped up to Brenna's. "No. Grayson. Or Riddick." While he had really liked the sound of his last name, it almost sounded strange with the mister in front of it. Too formal. His way of speaking might have been formal, but he was not.
No, I'm just passing through on my way back to Aster. This time, Grayson picked up on the woman's uneasiness, the shift in her position. He tilted his head slightly. There were a few things he wanted to ask, but this didn't feel like the right time to ask them. So he asked different questions instead. "What is in Aster? Is that where you are from?"
What was it like to know the place of your origin? Part of Grayson wished he knew.
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Post by Brenna Dixon on May 30, 2014 10:43:42 GMT -6
She looked at him but didn’t show her surprise when he said that he understand what she meant. “Someone died.” She said softly swirling her drink a little. She didn’t really like to talk about death. It made her uncomfortable because of her mother. Her father had blamed her for her mother’s death and so did her brothers for the most part. She sat with him a little quiet for now.
She smiled a bit when he commented about her drink. She didn’t smile much but he was kind of funny. “Some people don’t like it. It is just a stronger drink then what you have.” She wasn’t offended with his comments. He just seemed a little different. She kind of liked talking to him though. She was learning so many things about people in the bar. She looked at him. “Don’t worry about it.”
She tensed when he could feel the heat through her glove. Not a lot of people could feel it through the glove normally. The heat raised a little when she got nervous. She felt it get hotter and pulled her hand away slowly. She didn’t want him to think anything about it. She pretended like she hadn’t heard his words about her hands. “Which do you prefer? Grayson or Riddick?” She asked glad for the change in subject from her hands to his name.
She didn’t know he picked up on her uneasiness. She looked at him when he asked about Aster. “No it isn’t where I’m from but its home now. I work as a sergeant there.” She said bringing the drink up to her lips. She was a little worried about what he was thinking but she didn’t ask any questions. She ran her hand through her hair for the time being. She drank the rest of her drink before putting it down and ordering another.
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Post by Grayson on Jun 7, 2014 15:13:49 GMT -6
AND IVE LOST WHO I AM AND I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY MY HEART IS SO BROKEN
Someone died. The way that the woman looked at him told Grayson that he probably should have known what that meant. He did now. A soft sigh escaped his lips. Death was not something he knew much about. Brynne was very much so about life and love and light within everyone who lived in their care. She took delight and joy in every single life, from the newborn babe to the elderly taking their last breath. She often spoke of death as a transferring of life, because while someone was always passing away, another was being born. This was the first time that Gray had heard of death in a negative manner. Should he feel sorrow for this? Should he apologize? He didn't know what to do. While he had been spending a great deal of time in the presence of the people, he was still working on his "people skills".
"I am sorry," he said after a while. "Was it someone you knew?" If Brenna was from around here, maybe the deceased had been a friend or acquaintance. "Or is that none of my business?"
The conversation turned to what she was drinking, and Grayson listened to her words carefully. He was relieved to find that not everyone enjoyed the foul smelling liquid. "How many types are there?" he asked. "I see all of the bottles," he motioned towards the wall opposite them, where liquor bottles lined a few rows of shelves. "Are there more?"
When asked about which name he preferred the most, the man sat quietly for a while, toying with the upside-down glass in front of him. His head was tilted to the side, much like a dog's would be. "I like Grayson most. Riddick sounds very nice, though. I have not talked to very many people and exchanged names." It was true. While he had spent a lot of time eavesdropping on conversations or talking to the occasional passer-by on his travels, very rarely did he actually have the opportunity to introduce himself properly. "Which one do you like?" he asked, genuinely curious about the woman's opinion.
Brenna said that Aster wasn't where she was from, but that it was her home now. I work as a sergeant there. Grayson tilted his head to the side again, slowly shaking it back and forth. "I do not understand. What is that?" The woman ordered another drink, and Grayson gave her a surprised look. Another? Wow.
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Jun 25, 2014 9:00:46 GMT -6
She looked at him when he asked if she knew the person. “No I didn’t.” She couldn’t help but smirk when he asked if it was none of his business. “It’s probably none of my business either but death happens. It’s a hard thing to deal with a lot of the time but it happens.” She sighed some.
Her eyebrows raised and she thought a bit. “Um, well, there are probably more than that on the wall.” She nodded. “Different places have different drinks. There are some that have more. This place seems to have just that for right now.” She looked at him. Brenna sipped on her drink again. He was asking some very interesting questions. She was just glad that he hadn’t asked about her hands. She knew they were hotter than what other people were used to but it seemed to just pass over him. Others would have asked and asked and asked until she felt uncomfortable being there. She didn’t feel like she would have been in control if he had been one of those people.
Brenna listened as he spoke about her name. She noticed the way he played with his glass and how his head tilted to the side. He almost seemed childlike when it came to somethings. She was a little more surprised when he asked what she thought about his name. “I like Grayson I think. Easier to shorten it I guess.” She said with a small nod. He was a very interesting character. Her people skills weren’t always the best but in a bar setting where she didn’t have to know anyone she did alright. She looked out toward the drinks some.
“Oh a sergeant?” She asked trying to hide her surprise again. “It’s a sort of peace keeper. I came sure people aren’t doing things that they shouldn’t.” She said watching him. She was getting use to his questions about things he didn’t know. She sipped her new drink when it came to her. She normally kept conversations away from her but for some reason this man made her feel a little safe to open up. She ran her fingers over the rim of the glass as they spoke. “Are you from around here?” She asked finally realizing that she had never really asked that many questions of him. She did want to get to know this unusual man though she wasn’t sure why. Maybe she was just as curious about him as he seemed to be about the world.
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