Post by calhash on Dec 25, 2009 23:18:51 GMT -5
The heavenly water assaulted the figure with a persistent force, a wind whipping up in a short burst at his back, pushing his coat collar up and against the back of his neck. Caleb’s lips twitched up into a grin as his hair flew right in front of his eyes, which were observing the violent workings of the clouds. Today is turning into a fantastic day for some songwriting, once I get back to the house, the man thought contentedly as he tossed back his head to free his vision, lightning lashing out angrily across the sky.
Removing his gaze from the heavens, the brown-haired man shoved his fists deeper into his coat pockets and hunched up his shoulders, eyes squinting at the assorted signs of the buildings on either side of him, the smile still playing at his lips as he whistled to the tune of Albinoni’s Adagio. Noticing a door fly open and a trio of drunken persons exiting some sort of bar, Caleb strolled forward and briefly caught sight of a sign that had said “HELP WANTED,” though he just made out the word “HELP” through the people leaving the place. Strolling past them swiftly and entering the building, he quickly shook his fingers through his hair to get any excess water off his scalp.
The bar was nearly elbow to elbow with people – this did not bode well for Caleb’s mood as a low growl escaped the back of his throat and his previous smile started to morph into a weary scowl. Searching almost frantically within his pockets and coming up empty-handed, he patted down the front of his slate-grey jacket, finally reaching inside his coat and producing a small notepad and a pen. Scribbling frantically onto the paper for a few moments, completely unaware that he was blocking the doorway, Caleb was abruptly shoved forward and into the bar. He coughed and righted himself slowly, sending an icy glare over his shoulder. Piercing cobalt eyes then narrowed at the very occupied bar, gleaming dangerously as his expression soured.
Caleb tucked the pen and paper away promptly, crossed his arms hastily over his chest, and tilted his head back slightly, taking in the only employee he spotted.
“Heard you could use some help,” he stated huskily, speaking vociferously at the copper-haired woman tending the hectic bar alone. “Also, I’d like to start immediately, if you don’t mind.”
Caleb’s voice and expression held his trademark contradictory nature; his bright gaze was starting to burn with aggravation and his voice held an acerbic edge, but the last part of his statement held more of a willingness to help clear out the place for his own peace of mind rather than to selflessly help the woman. His words had suggested impudence but were sincere, though they were more of an authoritative demand rather than a request.
Waiting on her answer, he kept his stare trained on her, his jaw set stubbornly like the resolve in his blue eyes.
(OOC: First post to said bar owner, if you please.)
Removing his gaze from the heavens, the brown-haired man shoved his fists deeper into his coat pockets and hunched up his shoulders, eyes squinting at the assorted signs of the buildings on either side of him, the smile still playing at his lips as he whistled to the tune of Albinoni’s Adagio. Noticing a door fly open and a trio of drunken persons exiting some sort of bar, Caleb strolled forward and briefly caught sight of a sign that had said “HELP WANTED,” though he just made out the word “HELP” through the people leaving the place. Strolling past them swiftly and entering the building, he quickly shook his fingers through his hair to get any excess water off his scalp.
The bar was nearly elbow to elbow with people – this did not bode well for Caleb’s mood as a low growl escaped the back of his throat and his previous smile started to morph into a weary scowl. Searching almost frantically within his pockets and coming up empty-handed, he patted down the front of his slate-grey jacket, finally reaching inside his coat and producing a small notepad and a pen. Scribbling frantically onto the paper for a few moments, completely unaware that he was blocking the doorway, Caleb was abruptly shoved forward and into the bar. He coughed and righted himself slowly, sending an icy glare over his shoulder. Piercing cobalt eyes then narrowed at the very occupied bar, gleaming dangerously as his expression soured.
Caleb tucked the pen and paper away promptly, crossed his arms hastily over his chest, and tilted his head back slightly, taking in the only employee he spotted.
“Heard you could use some help,” he stated huskily, speaking vociferously at the copper-haired woman tending the hectic bar alone. “Also, I’d like to start immediately, if you don’t mind.”
Caleb’s voice and expression held his trademark contradictory nature; his bright gaze was starting to burn with aggravation and his voice held an acerbic edge, but the last part of his statement held more of a willingness to help clear out the place for his own peace of mind rather than to selflessly help the woman. His words had suggested impudence but were sincere, though they were more of an authoritative demand rather than a request.
Waiting on her answer, he kept his stare trained on her, his jaw set stubbornly like the resolve in his blue eyes.
(OOC: First post to said bar owner, if you please.)