Crossways Tabernacle

[Nagato Yuki_2]

She shrugged and shook her head. "I am afraid not. I have yet to find a 'place' that allows me quiet time in many years." she took a swig of the raspberry juice with a large smile. "I sometimes sit upon rooftops staring at the moon at night. That brings me solace from time to time." she gave a weak smile. "Sadly there are so many lights here in Durem that it's hard to see the stars as well."

She stretched then, and drank more juice. The sugar was beginning to course through her, and was relieving her shaking, her scar no longer hurt. She continued. "That and many people do not appreciate you sitting on their rooftops without invitation."

[Roan DeSeer]

"Truly, one's own rooftop would likely be wisest."

Jan chuckled as he agreed with her, and glanced out the open doors. Indeed, the lady spoke truth - street lights, neon signs, headlights and more lit up the streets and peirced upwards into the night, strafing the sky with illumination and unnatural brightness.

"Well, batman certainly wont be seeing his signal through that lot, it has to be said. Let us hope no criminal mastermind attacks Durem tonight, or lets mutants loose in the sewers."

((And sadly,thats it from me for now. Work in 5 hours XD need some sleeps!))

[Nagato Yuki_2]

Nagato once again nodded in agreement. She frowned then though, not knowing what a "batman" was, and only having a slight clue what a mutant was. She didnt say anything though, and just nodded her agreement for the zilionth time, believing the man.

(alright. I was just abou to hop off as well. Sleep well!)

[Corbin DeSeer]

"Yeah I got your ******** dress code RIGHT here!"

With that VERY eloquent proposal shouted back across the road at the doorman of another bar, while cupping his crotch, the young lad then took himself down the stars in rapid succession, faintly scuffed up red chucks squeeking sharply on the last step before he carried on into the room.

Sucking vehemently almost on a half finished cigarette, he looked like he belonged somewhere between the rougher dredge ends of an old punk/biker bar in some corner of London, and a new designer alternative bar. While he looked rough around the edges, it was more to the contrary. His hair was too perfectly a shifting shade of darker synthetic red, not a single root to be seen and his face was as though cleanly shaven just minutes earlier.

His clothes simply gave the impression of tattered and uncaring.

All in all a perfectly and easily detestable Irish wanker. Though, there was the matter of that rather large knife sheathed and fastened to one of his three belts over his arse and hold the phone... An indigo eye?

"Magners."

All the b*****d said, as he jerked a bar stool out and slumped into place.

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OOC::

Bugger, got distracted and took too long. xP Oh well i'll save this one for later then.

[Norris the Nothing]

No shirt, no shoes, dirty and dumped god knows where in a land he didn't know jack s**t about. That was the beginning of the day for the Nothing named Norris. He'd been dropped in this miserable plain of existence with nothing more than the tattered rags that barely passed as pants and the large metal band cuffed around his neck.The creature was tan for sure, denoting that he might be of some sort of desert dweller, as well as scruffy enough to look like he possibly might have fleas. The male barely looked like he was out of his teens with the way his lean limbs framed his body and his height gave him room to grow.

He's been irritable and angry all damn day and it was starting to get dark, a concept he wasn't familiar with, but the sudden drop in temperature was enough to give the nothing a reason to look for shelter. At the time, his closest option had been a nearby tavern. Which he had since entered to escape the chill of nightfall.

Looking about with his inverted hue's, the nothing took his time to gauge the inhabitants. He'd been in bar's before, but then again he didn't know where the hell he was anymore. With a grunt he used his clawed hand to scratch at the collar strapped around the tender flesh of his neck before starting toward the bar.

He just might have fleas. Who knows.

[Corbin DeSeer]

At a fairly reasonable height of five foot seven when he wasn't slouched lazily over a bar counter the Irish was no doubt served his drink and likely supplied an ash tray by the as yet unknown tender whose player was absent for the evening.

As such he spun in the stool to then lean back, elbows hooked up to perch on the counter edge with a 500ml bottle of cider in one hand and an unwanted glass left behind him.

He was fairly new to this... area, and as such still didn't know a single soul so he stuck to his new favourite habit on most nights. A new bar, a few drinks, a meaningless brawl or two then finding some silly whench to give him a place to sleep for the night.

As the Nothing would enter, he'd have been in the process of picking possible subjects for the mentioned roles, when the flea bitten mass captured his attention, earning a scoff for his trouble.

[Norris the Nothing]

The nothing had been in the process of trying to decipher the strange labels that graced the bottle's lining the shelf. He could speak their language with some capacity but the words remained a mystery. If he was going to ever get back home to his people, learning to read this nonsense would be paramount.

A twitch of movement then and a bubble of sound sent one of the brooding male's elongated ears to flicker to the side. His inverted hue's caught ways with a youth causing his simmering irritation to come to the surface in the form of a low growl.

One should not stress an animal in a new element.

[Corbin DeSeer]

Oh bingo. Looked like Corbin had found someone to stand in on at least one of his needs. Smirking with a cocky sure of himself nature that absolutely oozed from his pores the not quite right looking kine reached up with one gloved hand to pull his headphones back over his neck from his ears.

"Don't think they serve the homeless here, champ."

He'd take a swig of his irish cider and with his cigarette stubbed out, o about the tiresome task of lighting a new one, after shaking it free of the wrinkled soft pack.

"Just sayin'."

With that slightly crooked dab hanging with a lit end from his pretty lips, the pale man snorted disgustingly ashe scratched absent mindly at his right tricep, marked with a crude red cross of a birth mark.

[Norris the Nothing]

The nothing narrowed his eyes at the youth briefly before absently trying to claw at the irritated flesh under his collar once more. Homeless, yes. Though it wasn't as if he was without the means of taking what he needed to get by.

"I need no home, whelp. Mind your own ******** business."

His body language was indeterminate since he seemed tense since the moment he'd entered the building. It gave no warning to if he was about to strike or stand his ground. By his mannerisms simply standing by didn't seem like his first option; but neither was it to be goaded by a mere whelp of this realm.

[Nagato Yuki_2]

The smoking man, she didnt like this one. He was... unpleasant. She listened as he seemed to degrade the homeless looking man. Looking indeed. Appearances were often times decieveing. This man seemed as if confused by the bottles, and seemed to be emitting a defensive aura, at least thats what she thought, it wasn;t like she could actually read them. Perhaps she would start her job this very night. She sighed and stood, finishing her raspberry juice, placing it down on the counter.

She strode up to the two, placing herself outside of the conversation, but yet in-between the too. She looked at the man smoking. "From what I can tell we serve everyone stranger. Please dont provoke our would be customers." She then tilted her head to the other man. "Can I help you with something sir? A drink perhaps? Or some food? I'm sure we can find you something." She held a calm, pleasant smile on her face as she viewed the men.

[Kaname Shion]

Still sitting at the fireplace Keiiri just observed the people who had been coming in and out. They intrigued him and amused him. After all it was the reason he had come to gaia, well among other things he wished to keep a secret from everyone else. The hand holding the pencil flew across the paper as he worked furiously to capture every patron that stepped inside. The one that intrigued him the most however was the one sitting reading a book. There was an air about the woman that seemed older and wiser than himself. Well of course everyone was probably wiser than himself. He never exactly finished college.

As his rushed through the sketches of everyone else he was slightly startled as a rather loud man stepped inside. He nearly dropped his pencil until he noticed the man also did not look like a normal person. Keiiri continued his drawings moving on to this new man and became so entranced with his work that he hadn't noticed his tongue was poking from his lips and he was mumbling slightly.When he did finally blink and stop drawing it was because of his cell phone.

He sighed and dug it out of his pocket. He knew who it was and groaned before answering. "Hullo?....... No.... Because I said so!...... Find someone else to be your bartending man whore. I am not doing it, I've had enough.... well screw you too you skanky whore. I quit!........ Yeah you heard me! I quit!" He snapped the phone shut and looked at it like he wanted to throw it across the room but counting to five had him properly cooled down.

"Bloody lovely, just quit from my last bit of income and I am not going back to turning tricks." He facepalmed and sat in silence thinking of what to do now.

[Roan DeSeer]

"The piece will look smoother if you leave my scars out. I used to have a balanced face, more suited to art."

This was the only quiet comment passed by the red haired woman regarding thew young man and his sketching abilities.
She hadnt looked up as the two other males had entered, not really needing to. Irish said it all, and the low growl of the one she could see in her peripheral vision reflected in her glasses looked... feral. Oh yes, she may have her head down in a book, but she could see just about the entire bar, and those who came and went.

"Jan, fix the gentleman with the necklace an order of steak and kebabs from the place down the road. Go out and get it, I'll keep an eye on things while you do.

You, with the sketchbook. Pay is negotiable, assuming you can serve our other gentleman a drink. If you can cook, double your asking price and we'll talk about kitchen facilities later."

The latter was said within moments of the 'sketching man' getting off the phone. Two jobs offered in almost as many hours, NOT based on applications or begging, or eve conventional interests.... but something else.
Something that would never appear on a CV, but that the owner seemed to be seeking.

For if there was one thing the Lady DeSeer truly held to heart, it was that everything was a test. EVERYthing.

Without a word, Jan left the bar to do as ordered.

[Corbin DeSeer]

The arrogant bugger just shrugged with a sharp, distastful 'tch' to indicate his lack of interest in the woman that would try and calm the friction Corbin had only just managed to stir a little. b***h wasn't even that much worth looking at.

Pulling on his cigarette, the Irish then took a messy swig from his bottle of cider and swallowed before exhailing the smoke, as the bottle hand came down and away from his lips to point with delicate index at the vagrant.

He had been about to say something that surely would not have gone down well with the creature, when another woman's voice caught his words in his own throat.

For a minute there, the fun had been syphoned out of his expression, his one good eye swinging past the bum to the woman invested in her book.

He'd seen her when he came in of course. He was a brash and at best, an impulsive little s**t, but he still noticed things, and people when entering a room.

"Females say the most ******** up things."

Now, it was important to take notice. Corbin, might have been genetically blessed with a beautiful base form but, he'd since been in his fair share of... Scraps. The scaring that crept out from behind his eye patch was evidence enough of that.

[Nagato Yuki_2]

Nagato stood vigil as she continued to monitor the two. The distasteful, smoking man was unpleasant to say the least, while the other tanned male simply seemed lost, confused, and otherwise angry that he was here. She said nothing as she sized up the men, noting the smoking mans eyepatch and the scars beneath. Information. Everyone had it, was made up of it, and it was always different.

You could tell alot from studying people. She'd been doing it most of her life.

[Corbin DeSeer]

"You keep eye ballin' me, wee bint."

His eye turned from the scarlet maned female that made light of her scars, and settled like the still watch of a snake on Nagato.

His charm might still be the same, but his body language and tone were different from before. His phrases however had only slipped while speaking to Roan, and had now corrected.

A twitch. The faintest shudder in Corbin's left arm before a groan followed and the Irish pulled again on his cigarette, leaving the dab between his lips so that his left hand could hang from the elbow perched on the counter behind him, down by his waist. His belt, and a pouch.