10-11-2018, 01:24 PM
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"You 'n me both, pal." Came the sudden remark, [sub]dripping[/sub] with a sincere sort of sarcasm. There was some truth to it, though — there were only so many opportunities where Jerseyboy could truly indulge in his party-animal tendencies and toss sobriety in the trash for awhile. Although Sunhaven claimed to be the "party central" of the region, all of the events here could be compared to that of kiddie kindergarten classes. Bracelet-making, flower-picking, painting? Jesus Christ, it was all a big arts-and-crafts fest. That was what Jerseyboy missed about the city sometimes; all of the ragers and the wild parties that his buddies threw. It was no-holds-barred — knocking things over, jumping into pools, breaking into the alcohol stores. He couldn't get away with that, nowadays. Not here ( although he could if he wanted to ).
Padding closer, the tuxedo tom fixed his olivine stare onto the stranger, a neutral expression ( a.k.a. his "resting bitch face" ) hanging onto his features. This guy looked like he had just crawled out of the backwoods, or even the deep city sewers. He r e e k e d of booze, even more than he did ( and that was a feat within itself ). "You're not from around here, are ya'?" The Hearthkeeper was pretty sure that this was not a Sunhavener, considering that it was apparently his job now to welcome newcomers and that he would've at least seen him around town if he was a new member.
Whatever, no biggie. Jerseyboy wouldn't lose his shit over someone walking on the beach, not like that one chick had a week ago or so. He was rather calm when it came to trespassers, especially if they didn't pose a threat or weren't doing any harm. He had a loner mentality, after all, so he didn't necessarily feel overprotective of Sunhaven's territory. Casually, the New Jerseyan continued to ask, "So, who are you?"
"You 'n me both, pal." Came the sudden remark, [sub]dripping[/sub] with a sincere sort of sarcasm. There was some truth to it, though — there were only so many opportunities where Jerseyboy could truly indulge in his party-animal tendencies and toss sobriety in the trash for awhile. Although Sunhaven claimed to be the "party central" of the region, all of the events here could be compared to that of kiddie kindergarten classes. Bracelet-making, flower-picking, painting? Jesus Christ, it was all a big arts-and-crafts fest. That was what Jerseyboy missed about the city sometimes; all of the ragers and the wild parties that his buddies threw. It was no-holds-barred — knocking things over, jumping into pools, breaking into the alcohol stores. He couldn't get away with that, nowadays. Not here ( although he could if he wanted to ).
Padding closer, the tuxedo tom fixed his olivine stare onto the stranger, a neutral expression ( a.k.a. his "resting bitch face" ) hanging onto his features. This guy looked like he had just crawled out of the backwoods, or even the deep city sewers. He r e e k e d of booze, even more than he did ( and that was a feat within itself ). "You're not from around here, are ya'?" The Hearthkeeper was pretty sure that this was not a Sunhavener, considering that it was apparently his job now to welcome newcomers and that he would've at least seen him around town if he was a new member.
Whatever, no biggie. Jerseyboy wouldn't lose his shit over someone walking on the beach, not like that one chick had a week ago or so. He was rather calm when it came to trespassers, especially if they didn't pose a threat or weren't doing any harm. He had a loner mentality, after all, so he didn't necessarily feel overprotective of Sunhaven's territory. Casually, the New Jerseyan continued to ask, "So, who are you?"
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