Decomposing Composer
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- Posted: Mon, 08 Feb 2010 17:34:38 +0000
- you can call me Compost.
i skittered across your thread and might i say Wuddup, homie.
i am a literate rolelayer, meaning i can write three+ paragraphs per post. need samples you can find them here!
Rick's nightclub wasn't one of Charlie' favorite haunts, but it would do. After all, he was only there for a drink or two. Warm himself up before the rest of the walk home. He politely declined the elderly negro gentleman who offered to take his coat and went directly to the bar. A few taps of his fingers against the counter and the help was all over him.
The bartender eyed Charlie as if his expensive suit secreted money. "What's your poison, Sir?" he asked, shoving his white towel into one of the larger mugs.
The man completely evaded the bartender's question and put an Old Gold between his lips. "Got a light, mac?" His voice came smooth despite the grating accent.
He waited until he got his wish before he told the other man his drink. "Scotch on the rocks." This was the same drink he ordered everywhere, no matter what time of year. If nothing else, he was a creature of habit.
As Charlie took a drag of his cigarette, Alice took her place on the stage. At first, he was unimpressed. She didn't exactly have the figure he admired. Then, she opened her mouth. He barely noticed the bartender set his drink down beside him. He hadn't heard pipes like that since the girl he dated from his choir group as a teenager. Although, truth be told, he made her sing for very different reasons.
At the end of her performance, the man leaned again toward the bartender and finally took his drink into his hand. "Ya know anything about that canary who was just on?"
The bartender shrugged his shoulders. "Some new girl. I don't pay attention, I just serve drinks."
After paying the man, Charlie didn't stick around. While Alice was in dire straits, he'd already disappeared and was standing in the falling snow. Unlike most, he didn't seem too bothered by it.
Conveniently, he passed the woman's railing, doing a double take when he saw her. Adjusting his wide brim fedora, he spoke. "What're ya doin' out here, kid? You're gonna freeze to death."
I'm interested in the plot I posted, here.
i'd like to play most of the supporting characters because it's how the plot is designed, and i'd hate to double.
i can totally help you plot for this idea.
thank you for taking the time to read this.
xxxxxxxxxxxx - Later Decomposing Composer/
