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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 3:01 pm
[Anton Gottlieb - Table Three]Anton sighed, well the girl had a point, everyone here was being dreadfully boring, to the point he couldn't stand it. He had not wanted to speak up, but not knowing anyone's name was beginning to bug him. After taking a bite of the delicious, buttery roll, he looked up once more at the strangers. "My name is Anton, may I ask your names?" He didn't think providing a last name was necessary, just give them enough, so they will introduce themselves.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 3:12 pm
[Shun Kuroda - Table 3]Scoffing lightly at that, Shun just ate a few more bites of food. He wasn't here for anyone's entertainment so the comments of being 'boring' were brushed off without a problem. "Nothing stopped you from asking anyway," he deadpanned, still keeping his attention on his meal. "But, it's Shun."He figured he'd give it this time to prevent incessant nagging like Danny had done with him earlier before she finally learned what it was.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 3:13 pm
[Elenore Abendritter - Table 3] Lenore mulled Cyril's words over in her head as she chewed her food. Swallowing, she spoke. "I hadn't actually thought about it. Maybe I could use you guys as titans in a book where you eat the wallists." Her expression brightened greatly. "Actually, instead of each other, can you guys go find a wallist and beat him up? That would be awesome!"Turning to Anton, she shrugged. "I told another girl my name is Harold, but it's actually Elenore. You can just call me 'Lenore', though. It's easier."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 3:27 pm
[Rüdiger Baumann | Table 2]
Rüdiger stared. Though he had not so much heard a name--Leslie--everything about the quaint, practiced eating habits of the mint-haired male grated on Rüdiger's nerves. He ground his molars together in agitation, forcing himself to look away and respond to Cecilia's cordial question.
"My name's Rüdiger." For a moment, it looked as though he might offer a hand in greeting, but it instead reached for a roll to the right of his plate. Unlike Saxen, Rüdiger had all but hovered around the food before they had been given permission to eat. The chance for meat was too great a prize to ignore, and Rüdiger had piled on all of the morsel they would let him take. Sheep, bovine, goat, poultry, fish: a small sliver of each of the divine's graced his plate.
The new presence of Levent caused Rüdiger to shift his seat leftwards. A quick glance was cast towards the weathered male underneath Rüdiger's thick, furrowed black brows. "No," he responded in kind. The loaf was broken in half and chewed. A dried sausage found its way into his jacket pocket. With so many others clearly engaged in the same act, he felt no guilt. Instead, he pushed his wad of bread into his cheek with a tongue and talked around it. "Born here." He leaned forward to pick up a water-filled gauntlet.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 3:30 pm
[Cyril Lor ll Table 3]Looking over to Lenore pondering the girl's somewhat dark logic "Hmmp is that a request?" He said letting out a small chuckle. As he turned to Anton "Names Cyril..." he said bluntly.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 3:37 pm
[Cecilia Allegri | Table 2]
This didn't seem to be the chattiest bunch, but that hardly mattered to the girl--she had enough cheer and energy for all of them (unfortunately). Brightening at Levant's question, Cecilia took a moment to flutter her fingers at him in greeting--the nice man with all the cups!--before giving a little shake of her head. "Nope! Born and raised in Shinganshina! This is home sweet home for me!"
Well, the "sweet" part was a little questionable--Shinganshina was no inner city--but the girl had already turned to regard Rikki with wide-eyed interest. "So you're from Wall Rose? What's it like in there? Is your town bigger than ours? Smaller? I always wanted to visit other places, but..."
It almost seemed like she had forgotten about her plate of food altogether, but Rikki was saved from further questioning when her stomach suddenly let out a little growl. Ducking her head in embarrassment, the girl fell into (what would doubtlessly be temporary) silence as she turned her attention back to her plate. Taking a bite of her bread roll, she chewed it slowly as she glanced at each person at the table in turn, committing their faces and names--the ones she knew, anyways--to memory.
Swallowing her bite, there was only a moment of pause before she spoke up once more. "Is...is everyone enjoying the festivities?"
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 3:50 pm
((Preacher || Table 1 ))Damn, but that blond dude was a little high in his instep. Preacher's fingers flexed, She was in edge today and nothing could've made her happier than to knock a few teeth loose. Her fists were quick and sure as sunshine she'd be able to get in a few good hits before his reflexes kicked in. But that was an overreaction and would cause a huge disturbance. If she caused a brawl, Tinker would beat her black and blue. Last time, he'd dislocated both shoulders and she'd had to beg Pastor Hoen for help. Instead, she clenched her hands once, twice, and then let than fall. She had to pick and choose her battles; there was no profit in this one. Preacher whistled low. "Dammmmn," she drawled. "One woulda think you've never had a hungry day ina life. Free's free and there's enough food ta feed an army. One apple," Here she pulled out the apple from her shirt. "Or two." Another apple appeared. "Or whatever." She dropped three rolls on the table. "Doesna really make a difference, ya ken? I aim not to starve this week. Not everybody can be choosy." In a flash, the apples and bread were gone, tucked back into the pockets and pouches hidden on Preacher. At least half the food was going to Dollface, but he didn't need to know that. Preacher would've bet with the two coins she had that Dollface hadn't made any marks today. He just wasn't very good. "That skirt's prolly good for hiding pouches, I reckon, Adal. Iffin I can call you that. Your name's a bit long." Preacher tipped her hat at Bas and pointed to the cherry pie. She'd not seen anything quite like that. It looked like a decoration on a lady's dress. "What's that? Oh, and I'm from around here. No place special."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 4:02 pm
[Elenore Abendritter - Table 3] Turning to focus on Cyril, Lenore tilted her head. "If I said it was, would you do it?" It was an honest question.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 4:03 pm
[Alec Scott | Table 4]Alec on the other hand was just fine with gorge enough to feel content...and then some. Maybe not until his ribs split, but he made sure he cleared his plate and nothing went to waste. He'd possible sneak a few helpings when no one was looking to bring back home; but that was another story. Glancing between Jarrell who introduced himself first, then Andrea. She was a bit dainty with her napkin, and he was extremely careful much to his amusement. He'd at least managed to not make a complete mess or anything to drastic. The red head wasn't sure what to make of the last girl just yet but they all seemed easy enough personalities to deal with. Better that then a lot of grouches. He could work with this. "I second that." He commented thoughtfully sighing a bit, a happy sound. "All in all the festival has been fun so far.." he reached for his drink taking a small sip smiling. "Some games more so than others." He made a face, recalling the stupid paper net game. "Have any of you tired them yet?"So much talking...he hated to ramble but with food in his belly Alec was generally agreeable lad, even on his worst of days. Now then, he considered to himself. If they shut him him down, or weren't up for conversation he'd just go grab another roll and sit quietly.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 4:14 pm
[Shun Kuroda - Table 3]"Any reason why you want to beat up a Wallist or is it just a grudge?"The Wall cultists were... weird to say in the least. Shun didn't really care for them or their beliefs. They hadn't exactly done anything to him personally, though, so he found no real reason to be hunting them down and beating them up.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 4:20 pm
[Elenore Abendritter - Table 3] Lenore shrugged at Shun's question. "They annoy me." She tilted her head quizzically. "Do I need a better reason...?"
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 4:55 pm
[Rikki Synkka - Table 2]
Rikki hummed in thought as he began to fill his plate, wondering how to answer Cecilia's question. "'Bout the same size I think? The buildings are a bit different, though. Access to different resources and such, y'know?" He spooned a bit of some kind of meat into his mouth and chewed for a bit before he continued.
"We're not Sina, so we don't really get special treatment," he shrugged, as if it couldn't be helped. Which was mostly true. The districts were all pretty poor off.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 5:11 pm
[Anton Gottlieb - Table Three]Anton tensed. He knew that most Wallists were annoying, obnoxious even, but beating them up, seriously? At least Shun didn't seem to fond of the idea, but the other two... "Not all Wallists are annoying extremists you know, no need to go beat any," he said, trying to sound easygoing on the topic, but failing miserably. He fists were tensed up, and he studied his plate. He didn't exactly identify with the religious group, but the religion itself, well, it held credence to him. He wasn't going to go shove it down everyone's throats like his parents had, but he didn't feel right keeping his mouth shut about. What he said had been idiotic though. He knew to never give out too much information, and look what he did. With an awkward smile, he grabbed some fruit from the pile and began eating it, his hunger slowly ebbing away.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 5:49 pm
[Cyril Lor ll Table 3]Cyril wasn't to bent on the idea of beating up any wallists. Although pulling a small prank on one was something he could get behind. There seemed to be more to this girl than just being the girl that read books behind the fish stand. He dodged the yes or no question and simply skipped too "Anyone in specific?" in a slightly deranged tone. He was quiet interested in what her reaction would be.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 6:37 pm
[Shun Kuroda - Table 3]It seemed that not everyone at the table was out for Wallist blood. He hadn't really interacted with many Wallists, to be honest, though he has heard their preaching. Either way, he figured that he probably shouldn't be going off on a manhunt right about now given his situation. Even without the whole 'being a fresh recruit' deal, he probably wouldn't get much out of it, anyway. Upon hearing Cyril speak up again, he glanced up and raised his brow at the boy.
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