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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:24 am
(( I have already been! Heya LNS! ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:28 am
((Yay! *huggles* Too busy to RP?))
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:35 am
(( not at all! *huggles back*))
Ben had finished his breakfast a while back and was now focusing on tidying up the place. It was virtually spotless but he had to have something to do.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:42 am
((Wonderful!))
*Synge decided that after last night she should really try and go back to the inn during daylight hours if she was going to run into the new owner again. As she made her way to the new front doors for the third time she thought of how she would try not to come off as mean or weird like she had last night. Being torn between two personalities was becoming a little difficult for her. She reached for the doors and stepped inside, where she quickly noticed Ben cleaning an already clean room.*
Is there really anything to clean?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:44 am
Ben pauses as he hears the door open and he sees Synge return. Sheepishly he looked around the place.
Well...that is...er...I guess not. Hey Synge. Say, did you meet the old barkeep?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:48 am
*Synge immediately realized she had failed at not being weird and mean. She sighed quietly and tried to recover.*
Well it is always good to be clean...Oh, yeah, I had seen him around a couple times before but had never really met before. Last night I came by and he was here, you weren't.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:51 am
Ben takes a seat at the spot where he had been sitting, produced a clove cigarette and began smoking it, the scent was sweet but not overpowering. He nods and then props his feet up on the table.
Yeah, that's the problem...I don't really...well, have any staff...so, when I have to run errands...and this place needs alot of them...I have no one to watch the place. But...I haven't made any profit off the place yet so I can't afford to hire help.
Ben takes a puff and an exhale and then looks around the place, shaking his head slightly.
Running a business is hard work...looks like I'll be in the red for a few years, maybe decades.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:55 am
*Synge grimaced as he pulled out a cigarette, it seems business owners all liked to smoke. She wondered how else they were alike.*
I see...if it is so hard, then why are you doing it?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:59 am
Noting the look of discontent from his tobacco, Ben begins blowing the smoke off to the side in hopes it will decrease exposure to the customer. But it was a tavern and so it was bound to get smoky once in a while. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table and almost seems to completely ignore the question.
Well...it was kind of a requirement...when you have a father who demands you earn some responsibility and make an investment take off or you get treated like an outsider, your options are limited. I...thought about telling him to go to hell but then I realized that I probably could do it and the sailing company I was running was doing fine so I came here.
He turns back over after blowing a bit of smoke off to the side.
But...eh, I am probably boring, neh?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 12:06 pm
*Synge noticed that he seemed to be trying to get his smoke away from her, which made her feel slightly guilty about grimacing earlier. *
Sorry, I don't mind smoke actually. I was just told once that it wasn't very good for people to smoke...
*She stopped for a moment to consider what he had said, it was a little hard for her to understand. Her father only wanted her far away.*
I see. Not boring, just hard to relate to I suppose. You have a sailing business too?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 12:15 pm
Ben nods
Yeah, smoking isn't good for you but then again neither is eating food that tastes good, drinking alcohol or reading a book depending on who you ask. I chose to enjoy rather than worry. You know...gonna die some day anyway.
He took another puff off his smoke, breathed it out and then pauses for a moment.
Well...er...I don't really know if you would say...like...I have it, but my family has a sailing business. I helped it get going...scary considering I am only 22.
Synge would note that he emphasized the mention of his family.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 12:19 pm
*Synge blinked silently after Ben's response to smoking, it didn't seem like something he would say. Of course, she had just met him. As he answered her question he went back to being how she expected him to be.*
I see. So you have a rich family I'm guessing? Are they far away from here?
*She also wondered how his relationship with his family was, but wasn't willing to ask at the moment. Not wanting to bring up her own.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 12:23 pm
Ben takes another puff off his smoke and then ashses it slightly. He then nods in response to the question.
Yeah...I do. I mean...I am not exactly proud of it but they are a family of investors. But yeah...they're well...a long way away.
He pauses and then turns a questioning eye to you
What about you?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 12:28 pm
*Synge is suddenly aware that she has been standing awkwardly the whole time she has been here and looks around, considering taking a seat. She is also clearly gilted when he asks just what she was hoping he wouldn't. It was her own fault for bringing up questions about his own family. So she just decided to pretend to not understand.*
What about me? That's very vague.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 12:31 pm
Ben offers a smile when you looks around and motions to the chair in front of him.
You can sit...I mean...if you want.
He shifts in his chair and raises an eyebrow, he didn't think his conversation was that vague.
Well...I mean...like, what about you? What's your life like? What's your family like? What's with the eye patch...you know...stuff like that...I mean, you don't have to tell me but..er...it's something besides cleaning.
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