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Title: You Don't Know Me
Post by: K2 on February 20, 2012, 05:03:51 PM

Cold, quiet, he walks through the streets, a hood over his head, searching for a place to quench his thirst, both in a physical and mental sense, after another exhausting day. Living with the things he's done is not easy, and he has to find a new outlet, and this always seems to be the best sort. He has spent days searching. Days searching for an answer. Days searching for a way to forget what he's done, all the terrible things he's had to do in the name of the plan.

He does not notice as he stumbles into a stranger. His hood falls, and Eric is on the ground.

Title: Re: You Don't Know Me
Post by: Orga the Strange on February 20, 2012, 06:27:29 PM

OOC: Oh? Someone paying attention to my planet? This can't end well...

IC: The person that Eric had bumped into was a Smith by the name of Grelgorath. He was on his way to the town square, after the announcements abolition t the execution had been broadcast. He turned to face the man and extended his hand to help him up. "Karrful naow, stranger. Sumfokes dawn's tail koindleh ter Bering bumped into."

Title: Re: You Don't Know Me
Post by: K2 on February 21, 2012, 04:03:49 PM

"I apologize," Eric replied, taking the man's assistance as he regained his balance upon his feet, "I don't suppose you can tell me where the nearest bar is, can you?"

Title: Re: You Don't Know Me
Post by: Orga the Strange on February 21, 2012, 08:35:35 PM

"Wel, deres a cuple but da closest is Smoilin' Jaks. Jus 'ead down dat road 'bout a block and turn at the third factery, it'll be da wun dat isn't a factery." With that Grel went on his way, getting passed by a few Mercers, that towered above him. The streets were rather busy actually, what with the afore mentioned execution.

Title: Re: You Don't Know Me
Post by: K2 on February 25, 2012, 10:31:07 AM

"Right, thank you," Eric replied, continuing on his way. He was deeply troubled... He... Was going insane.

Title: Re: You Don't Know Me
Post by: Orga the Strange on February 27, 2012, 08:37:09 PM

The bar was a fairly nice place, stuck right between two other buildings, giving it a squashed sort of look. An assuming wooden sign hung from the top of it. From inside the bar the sound of an old Earth song could be heard playing.

Trust I seek and I find in you, everyday brings us something new, open mind for a different view, and nothing else matters....

The melancholy sound of the music seemed to fit the place. It was mostly empty, aside form the barkeeper; presumably the afore mentioned 'Smoilin Jack'. He wasn't smiling. The Smith was holding a dirty cup which he spit into. He then grabbed a cloth and began scrubbing it.

Title: Re: You Don't Know Me
Post by: K2 on March 05, 2012, 07:43:05 PM

(Sorry, reaallly busy lately.)

But it was too late. Eric was gone, like a thief in the night, leaving some who may have noticed him to perhaps wonder if he had really been there at all, or if he had been a flicker, a shadow, a mere illusion of what they had been thinking. Regardless, now he was gone. Gone like yesterday.