Post by Joker on Feb 14, 2006 18:47:20 GMT -5
Joker had been working twenty-four hour days, for almost a week to get the bar fixed up, and looking good. Timbers, and tables that had rotten, was replaced with smooth, well sanded oak wood. New stools, that was made from the same wood as the tables were created by his own two hands. The counter shined, like nothing you had ever seen, and behind the counter, was a large liquor rack. Not the runs you see at muggle bars, but still big. Most of his drinks was alcoholic, even though he knew most of his customers would be students. The doors opened saloon style, and he had a steel wall he place behind it, when it is closed, or when there is an attack. Joker knew this would be a good place to hide, if there was an attack, for the students. The bar itself was quite small though, but Joker had all of the room he needed. The barkeeper, and owner walked outside his bar, for fresh-air. He had worked so long, but he knew it would be worth it.
"Finally done," the man whispered to himself, as he stared into the sky. He looked at the sign that said, Joker's Bar, in large red letters. The sign pleased Joker, it was as descriptive and noticeable as it needed to be. He walked back into the bar, to prepare the opening. Joker was his nickname, that he obtained from when he was a kid. He attended a school in England, and always got in trouble. His real name was, Joseph 'Joker' Samuels. His name did not bother him at all, but he was so used to hearing people calling him by his nick name, it kind of stuck. When he heard of an opening of a new school, down here at Spain, he knew business would be good. But this wasn't his main reason for coming here. Joker wanted to make a difference in the world, he wanted to do something to help people. The older man knew this could be the best place to do something. Already, since him being here, there was a large scale attack, on the Triangle Tunnels. Also, the other night he noticed some kids acting suspicious, but had no clue what they were doing.
Joker was a wrinkled, cranky looking man, but acted the opposite of that. He believed you should live life one step of the time, and go with your instincts. That is how he got here. Joker always loved a good laugh, which was a big reason for his location choice in the town of Drakborough, which was right next to a joke shop. When business is slow, he probably would go there, or when he has time. The barkeeper had jet black, short hair, that shined in light. He also had a large mustache, that used to be a beard, but one day he decided just to shave it off. Unlike other wizards, Joker used muggle technology, well that was back when he was in England. Here, there is no way or even an opportunity of technology usage. But he was also glad of this, now he can touch up on his magic skills. Joker usually sports a black robe, with yellow lining at it's edges and collar. Like the Hufflepuff colors, even though he was a Gryffindor, which he was very proud of.
Joker looked around his bar one more time, to make sure it was in good shape, that nothing was misplaces, and that there was not one speck of dust anywhere. When he was finally content, he went to the only window in the bar, which was by the front door, and turned the closed side over to the open side. "Now all I have to do is wait," whispered Joker. He walked over to the opposite side of the counter, to get ready to do his job. In his mind, he knew it wouldn't be long until he got customers.bg
"Finally done," the man whispered to himself, as he stared into the sky. He looked at the sign that said, Joker's Bar, in large red letters. The sign pleased Joker, it was as descriptive and noticeable as it needed to be. He walked back into the bar, to prepare the opening. Joker was his nickname, that he obtained from when he was a kid. He attended a school in England, and always got in trouble. His real name was, Joseph 'Joker' Samuels. His name did not bother him at all, but he was so used to hearing people calling him by his nick name, it kind of stuck. When he heard of an opening of a new school, down here at Spain, he knew business would be good. But this wasn't his main reason for coming here. Joker wanted to make a difference in the world, he wanted to do something to help people. The older man knew this could be the best place to do something. Already, since him being here, there was a large scale attack, on the Triangle Tunnels. Also, the other night he noticed some kids acting suspicious, but had no clue what they were doing.
Joker was a wrinkled, cranky looking man, but acted the opposite of that. He believed you should live life one step of the time, and go with your instincts. That is how he got here. Joker always loved a good laugh, which was a big reason for his location choice in the town of Drakborough, which was right next to a joke shop. When business is slow, he probably would go there, or when he has time. The barkeeper had jet black, short hair, that shined in light. He also had a large mustache, that used to be a beard, but one day he decided just to shave it off. Unlike other wizards, Joker used muggle technology, well that was back when he was in England. Here, there is no way or even an opportunity of technology usage. But he was also glad of this, now he can touch up on his magic skills. Joker usually sports a black robe, with yellow lining at it's edges and collar. Like the Hufflepuff colors, even though he was a Gryffindor, which he was very proud of.
Joker looked around his bar one more time, to make sure it was in good shape, that nothing was misplaces, and that there was not one speck of dust anywhere. When he was finally content, he went to the only window in the bar, which was by the front door, and turned the closed side over to the open side. "Now all I have to do is wait," whispered Joker. He walked over to the opposite side of the counter, to get ready to do his job. In his mind, he knew it wouldn't be long until he got customers.bg