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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 9:02 pm
 The rain pouring down over Katarina was enough to make anyone unfortunate enough to have a car duck into the nearest establishment to escape it. It wasn't storming, but the rain drenched Jenk in the block-and-a-half she ran to get from one place to the next. Namely, a bar.
She pulled her hood back after walking in, and looked around, noting with a pleased smirk that it was a relatively quiet time for the bar. She walked her way over to the bar and slid into a stool, ordering a drink. For now, non-alcoholic. Depending on the weather, she'd make the switch later.
When the drink came, she took a sip, and closed her eyes, breathing out. The cold was being replaced by the warmth of the bar, and it was... Nice. Not great, but nice. Jenk sat up and looked around the bar, playing with the empty pokeball around her neck.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 9:21 pm
The Galactic Grunt was tired . . . oh so very f*cking tired of everything. Sleep was nonexistent, HQ was firing out missions like globs of snot, her hopes to finding her Commander seemed null, and her a** of a ex (by some unfortunate grace) has become her sit in at the new base on Carona Coast. Eff life, eff everything. She had arrived earlier at her common bar than usual. It certainly raised the eyes of the barkeep, who had been seeing her sporadically during the season. When did she ever come when it rained?
"Same old, Clara?" he asked and she responded with a stiff grunt and half nod as her face bothered the personal space of the mahogany counter. A few moments of stirring, pouring, and sprinkling additives, he presented her with a serving of milk tea with a generous shot of brandy. It was her usual and a fine drink to consider, especially her condition.
Claramay did not touch it directly. No, she just continued to breath into the wood and get awkwardly attached to the clean smell of lemon citrus. Her hair wiggled like cocoa tentacles among reeds reaching and falling in every single direction. Mister Bartender gave her a worried glance when he heard another customer pop in. Sliding aside, he gave the woman her order and huffed a bit.
"Huh, she looks like Slakoth wallowing in mud . . . " he commented airily, though to no one in particular. "What a pity for someone so young." Though he was much younger than her, by at least seven years. "Poor thing."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 9:29 pm
Jenk glanced up when the bartender set her drink down and huffed a bit. She smirked a little at his comment, and she glanced over, quirking a brow in Claramary's direction. "Who, her?" She questioned, nodding slightly in Clara's direction before returning her gaze to the woman. She watched, probably a little creepily, as the poor Grunt just breathed. Didn't drink, didn't look around, just breathed.
Ohhh. Jenk remembered those feelings. Following The Big Mess, she'd felt it enough times. Like the entire world was freefalling and she couldn't grab onto anything solid to save her soul.
Jenk made a decision. She got up, nodding to the bartender with a smile, and slid again into a stool, this time only a space away from Clara. "You look beat." She offered, looking over at Clara and smiling a little.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 4:49 pm
The bartender raised his eyebrows awkwardly. He was quite interested on how the quiet dame who drank the suns would deal with another opposing force trying to make conversation. Could the new gal break her?
At the voice, Claramay grunted than raised her teal eyes upon a shade certainly unfamiliar. "Huh?" she hummed, taking the question in stride. She returned the smile a little and nodded her head briefly. "Yea, lotta s**t goin' on . . . " She reached over and coiled a finger about the cup's handle. With a small sip, she realized her order's heat had dissipated into the air, becoming a luke-to-cool collection of sugar water. It tasted terrible.
"You can relate?" Making conversation was like a dart in the dark for the Galactic Grunt. Was she even doing it right?
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:21 pm
Jenk smirked a little at the grunt, and nodded a bit, watching her take a sip of her drink finally. She couldn't possibly imagine it was still warm, and grimaced a little at the idea of luke-warm tea. That was the worst kind of tea, really.
"Who can't?" She retorted, scoffing a little as she took a sip of her drink. "Everyone has those times. Mine seem to be just ending." Although given the way trouble often came in pairs, she felt like the second shoe still hadn't dropped after Blake. Maybe she was just paranoid.
"I'm Jenk," added the blond after a minute, looking over and holding a hand out to Clamaray.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 7:40 pm
"Really." It was a flat word devoid of any interest. Claramay kept staring at the murky swirls on the tabletop. The conversation, or rather, attempt at small talk felt as if it was going no where. The grunt certainly would have enjoyed floating off to another realm of the cosmos from the lemon stench of the counter. She wondered on other matters like that time when tried to steal that sapphire from the museum. Was it even still there? She'd have to get it back sometime.
" 's a pleasure to meet you, Jenk." Claramay responded from a gulp of her tea. "Julie." she added next and snaked an arm over to grasp at the outstretched hand. Sometimes the name came out at random. Maybe it was Claramay, maybe it was Julie . . . maybe Nora, maybe Vivianne. She had so many guises, she was beginning to lose track of her birth name.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:42 pm
"Mm." Though for a moment, Jenk wondered if the woman wanted companionship, she didn't seem the slightest put-out by Clamaray's disinterest in the conversation. The silent type of companionship was just as good as the noisy, and Jenk would shut up if it pleased the woman. Luckily, it didn't seem to; Clamary soon introduced herself.
"Likewise, Julie." She said, taking a gulp of her drink and eying her. She didn't look like a Julie, but Jenk was certain that anyone looking at her wouldn't necessarily guess her name, either. How did someone look like a name, anyway? She smirked a bit. "So, what's got you down? Work or pleasure?" She asked, offering a new track of conversation.
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