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Post by Walter Russel Evans on Feb 10, 2013 23:54:13 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;]It's a hard life... If there was nothing wrong there would be nothing right...
It was another late evening out and about the city. Life continued on like it had every day. Everyone had their own life, but none of them seemed to effect the bigger picture. The sun was still out though it wouldn’t be long before the sky started to turn shades of pink and orange as it set. A cool breeze blew through the city this evening it felt nice to most people.
Walter found himself walking the sidewalk with a cigarette hanging from his lips, the smoldering tip left a stream of smoke behind him to be blown away by the breeze. He didn’t notice the people's eyes on him, nor did he care about them either. Tonight he wore a pair of dark jeans, and his shirt was hidden by a heavy denim coat which he currently had his hands crammed into the pockets on the sides. Blue and brown eyes fixed ahead of him as he walked, avoiding bumping into anyone. Someone like Walter did not really have much to look forward to in the evenings, no loved ones to cuddle up with, no friends to hang out with or pester. No family to call up and say hello or ask how they have been. He had one place to be this time of day, and it wasn’t really important that he be there.
The ex-hero paused in his steps, waiting to cross the street, just on the other side was the tavern he was heading to. One of the places he visited almost regularly. One hand came up running his fingers through his messy dull-black hair, couldn’t help but drag them over those three scars that forbid hair from ever growing back, he gave up trying to hide them a long time ago. A comb over sometimes worked when he felt like dressing up, but god knew he had no plans to do that any time soon. No reason to. Walter didn’t think of himself wanting his hair any longer than it already was either. Dropping his cigarette to the ground he stepped on it as he walked towards the tavern pushing the door open and stepping inside.
He knew the path towards the bar as if he'd walked it a thousand times, almost enough to leave a grove in the floor it seemed he never strayed from his path and never stopped to look around on the way to the same place he sat almost every evening. He pulled out a stool and sat himself at the bar pulling his hands from his pockets and leaning one elbow on the bar, his hand resting under his chin now. Now he would glance around. The place wasn’t too busy, nice and quiet no loud morons to be seen, yet. He smirked mildly and then looked towards one of the barkeepers who likely knew his face by now. “The usual please.” he spoke with the faintest of smiles, just to be polite. Walter's voice was slightly rough, not young nor too old sounding, though there was also no hint of his accent there either.
It wasn’t long before his order was filled and set before him. 'Here's to wasting what some cruel god gave you. Then took away.' he inwardly muttered then took a drink from his glass and closed his eyes Now nothing could bother him, why should it?
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Post by Sebastian Tannhauser on Feb 11, 2013 0:48:24 GMT -5
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need is to concede because I won't be someone else I am not perfect and I don't claim to be And if that's what you wanted Well then I'm so sorry ❞
Sebastian saw the regular take up the end of the bar it well into the night shift and he was not really on the clock but he liked to stay around and keep an eye on things. After all he had nothing else to do or anywhere else to go, hell he did not even have a family waiting at home which to be honest was just above the tavern anyways. Some might point to this as no way to live your life but Sebastian was perfectly happy wasting the rest of his years doing just this. There was a sort of zen to running this place and at lest in here behind these four walls there was not much left the world could strip from him.
The older white hair man made his way to that end of the bar he never spoken to this fellow before but he had seen him in here enough and has spotted the bar tab in the system and it spoke volumes more then anything else about that man. With not much of a word he sat down next to Walter and just sort of waved to the bar tender there who wordlessly poured out an amaretto into a tumbler about three fingers worth and placed it in front of Sebastian with a nod. Sebastian was waring his normal gray slacks, white shirt, gray vest, and light blue tie. He had a leather shoulder holster but there was no gun there instead the rig had a silver case for cigars. He pulled it out an looked over at Walter.
"Mind if a smoke?" was the first words he said the the man next to him who he guessed was about as old as himself and looked about as just worst for ware on the inside.
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Post by Walter Russel Evans on Feb 11, 2013 2:00:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;]It's a hard life... If there was nothing wrong there would be nothing right...
Those mismatched eyes seem to stare off into some unknown place, it wasn't uncommon for Walter to completely space out forgetting or tuning out people around him, maybe he had a lot on his mind. Then again he wasn't really thinking about anything so the lack of it might have bothered him. Come drink till he's just about laid out every night, if it wasn't here it was someplace else. Nah he wasn't a complete loser he got inspired sometimes, sad to say those random bouts of inspiration were clouded with depression and more booze. For now he'd blame it on age! Not like he wanted to impress anyone.
A voice drug him from those thoughts. Blinking a few times to pull his mind back to reality he glanced over to the man beside him, where did he come from? When did he get there? Ah well. He smirked shaking his head. "Don't mind at all mate." he gave a polite nod for a 'hello'. Ah one of those 'familiar faces you don't know' the man beside him was someone, Walter either couldn't remember who or never knew him personally. He felt like he should know though. Whoops. He brought the drink to his lips again, the ice shifting to the bottom of the glass once he set it back down. He found himself wanting to smoke now thanks to the other man, though for now would wait he'd chug a few down first. A few nice drinks and then a few less-expensive ones. Didn't want that tab to get too far up there.
Walter chuckled. "Just another coldie this time." he nodded to the barkeep then smirked. "beer." he replied to the funny look he got. Weird how old habits seemed to come back at random times. Maybe he should pack up and head home, the drinks here weren't bad, but nothin' beat home. “Hows the evnin' treating ya'?” Walter asked Sebastian with only half of a sideways glance.
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Post by Sebastian Tannhauser on Feb 11, 2013 2:16:53 GMT -5
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need is to concede because I won't be someone else I am not perfect and I don't claim to be And if that's what you wanted Well then I'm so sorry ❞
Given permission he pulled a cigar from the silver case tossing the case on the bar with a small jester offering Walter to take one if he liked. It is that sort of unspoken bar language that anyone that has spent any long time bar hopping would pick up on. She looked at the cigar eyeing over with his red eyes before giving it a slow toasting and light. Inspecting his work and finding the cigar lighted to his liking he gave it a few drags before grabbing his drink that forested itself over in his hand as he took a sip it.
At Walter's question the white haired fellow nods. "As well as one can hope. I got my drink and my smoke and my troubles are still at the door so all is good on deck in here." it was that sort of small talk strangers use to fill the time before deciding if they really wanted to chat or not. "Things fairing well for you?" Sebastian offered he had decided chatting would be something to do. Besides with the amount this guy drops on a tab it is always good to chat up a well paying customer.
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Post by Walter Russel Evans on Feb 11, 2013 2:40:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;]It's a hard life... If there was nothing wrong there would be nothing right...
Breathing in a deep breath the ex-hero glanced over as the case was tossed onto the bar. A cigar hm? He didn't really have a preference, funny how that worked. Ah why not, he could drink slower and enjoy a smoke. It would be rude to chug them down in front of a 'friend'. He gave a suddle nod and took one of the cigars. "Thanks, I'll return the favor sometime." he stated setting the beer down after a good swig or two, and then brought the cigar to his lips. Retreating a lighter from his coat pocket to light the end. Taking a long drag before letting the smoke escape his lips, naturally careful to blow it away from anyone nearby. Great flavor, the man next to him had interesting taste.
"Good to hear." he stated simply then raised a brow, his lips twisted in a soft smirk as he closed his eyes. "'bout like life treats a bloke like me. Over all I'd say I'm well, got a drink and a smoke. Plus a stranger to be talkin' to." he took another drag with a soft smile. Strange for him to talk so much, he wasn't even buzzed yet. Then again Walter figured what the heck did it matter, not like this man had to keep him company. Still he wouldn't admit it, but it was nice.
'C'mon Walter your social skills haven't completely dried up have they? You could ask him about the bloody weather or something! That's always great way to start up a heated conversation. Much safer than mentioning politics or religion!' he sneered in his head then smirked. "Name's Walter, a pleasure....sir" he held the cigar with one hand as the other brought his beer back to his lips for another drink.
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Post by Sebastian Tannhauser on Feb 12, 2013 1:52:09 GMT -5
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need is to concede because I won't be someone else I am not perfect and I don't claim to be And if that's what you wanted Well then I'm so sorry ❞
The white hair man enjoyed a nice draw off his cigar nodding at Walter. "Can not as for more then that. Life deals out the cards we gotta just make do with the hands we get." he let his gaze shift from Walter to the crowd in the tavern taking a moment to get a feel for how the night will be unfolding. It was his sort of zen Sebastian over the years would like to count himself a sort of connoisseur of people watching.
Walters comment drew him back in and he let his gaze shift back to the other man. "Sebastian... and the pleasures mine. It is nice to put a name to the face I've seen you about often enough." He nodded to the bartender as Walter's beer arrived and slid his glass tumbler forward on the bar. It was a moment later that it was refilled.
He gave the man a pleasant smile a lifted his glass vaguely at him. "To better days though they might be gone may we squeeze one or two more out before our own flame fades." with that he took a swig form his drink. Giving the toast a moment to settle he could recall so few better days that he was starting to wonder was his memory getting worst or his hindsight getting better.
"So Walter what a bloke like you wasting a night away drinking alone." He really was not one to judge as he himself has done that vary thing more then a few times.... this week.
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Post by Walter Russel Evans on Feb 13, 2013 16:05:42 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;]It's a hard life... If there was nothing wrong there would be nothing right...
Life deals out cards.... Walter agreed with that statement well enough, but what happened when life snatched those cards back? In the process it left deep paper cuts that scarred you for life. Walter knew every man - or woman - on earth had their share of good and bad. But what should someone do when they have given up on the good all together? "Agreed" he replied in his rusty voice and then took another drag from his cigar. Still Walter smiled. Was he really here that often? Oh yea....guess he was.
He chuckled under his breath. "Oh ya? I guess I likely give you enough business." he nodded and let a stream of smoke flow from his lips and disappear in the air above them somewhere. He smirked when the man toasted. "Hm, I'll drink to that." he shook his head and then brought his drink up as well, before taking his cigar in his other hand and taking a good swig of the beer. 'Ah well time to look on the brighter side of things Walter, at least your alive.'
His attention turned to the white-haired man again as he smiled and took another drag from his cigar. "Drinking alone seems to be what I do best, but company is nice to have." he smiled deciding he would lighten up some. Even if he was depressed there was no need to show it all the time. Or maybe the beer was working already, who knew. He downed the last few swallows of his beer and then breathed out a relaxed sigh.
"Ah, maybe I don't got anythin' better to do. Plus the drinks are good." he shook his head with smirk.
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Post by Sebastian Tannhauser on Feb 15, 2013 17:03:21 GMT -5
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need is to concede because I won't be someone else I am not perfect and I don't claim to be And if that's what you wanted Well then I'm so sorry ❞
Sebastian gave Walter a nod. "Yeah I can feel that." He took a slow drink for him amaretto. "Seems that way these days. A whole mess of nothing to do." The white hair man shrugged. "But to be honest I prefer the quietness of nothing to do compared to the mess of my younger years." It was true most of his teens and twenties were tied up in a mess of legal actions. Then the rash and hasty marriage and divorce a few years later. Yes Sebastian did enjoy the slow quite of recent years.
Sebastian looked up over the bar at the upper deck. "What do you think about pool tables or something like them cyber cafe setups?" He said pointing to the upper dinning deck. "Been thinking about adding something more to the place... you know expand the services I got." Truth be told he just wanted more busy work and distractions that were close to home. But also had enough business sense to realize what might make things more successful. "I got a few regulars always commenting I need something like pachinko but those pallors are a dime a dozen and all over the place so That would be a waste. Pool is always nice and I get enough young ones and busy exec types that a couple of computers might turn some coin." He rubbed his chin at the thought.
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Post by Walter Russel Evans on Feb 22, 2013 19:00:00 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;]It's a hard life... If there was nothing wrong there would be nothing right...
Walter chuckled mildly and gave a lighthearted nod. The quietness of nothing, over chaos of younger years, yes it nice that was for sure and at least now he didn’t have to run around pretending to be a hero anymore. Ah yes sometimes he did miss the chaos, it kept things interesting at least. The whole rush of danger and the feeling of helping people was something to miss, but that sounded somewhat selfish to him.
Water looked back up when Sebastian spoke up again, he asked what Walter thought of setting up a few pool tables in the bar. He tilted his head up to look towards the area the other man pointed at. The older man seemed to grin as he thought of the idea. “I'd play ya mate, though its been a good lot of years since I played.” he shook his head at the thought. He could remember when he was a child his father had a pool table in the basement, the two of them played any time they had to have a 'talk' about something. Helped relax them and bond perhaps. Regardless Sebastian wanted his opinion on the idea so Walter would give it. With a nod he spoke again; “Sounds like a good idea, older people would play for sure, like ya say not to sure about the younger generation but would be nice to have a cold drink an' play a few rounds.” he stated and then took another swig from his beer.
After a few moments Walter brought a hand to his chin and gave it a thoughtful rub. This place was nice and he did enjoy coming here. He gave a mild smirk and took another drag from his cigar. “good place for yougins and retired old fools like myself.”
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