Post by Artemis on Apr 19, 2006 21:39:38 GMT -5
Among the wreckage that had once been the thriving town of Drakborogh, Artemis picked a path to the pub known as Joker's Bar. This was one of the first times she'd journeyed outside of the school grounds for some time now; after the attacks had started, Art had taken it upon herself to stay close to home. Most of her time over the past weeks had been occupied with studying and such. It wasn't like she didn't feel like helping combat the mysterious forces that had reduced Triangle Tunnel and Drakborogh to rubble, it was simply she didn't feel as if anything she did would help. Everything done was done with cold efficiency, and no one showed their regrets. It seemed... useless.
Shoving her musings to the back of her mind, the Slytherin stepped across the threshold of Joker's Bar. The tables were mostly empty, and the few people there kept their voices to a dull, monotone murmur. Faces that surrounded Artemis were full of hardship, dragged down by the hard times thrust upon them by the Society of Shadows. It was impossible not to be filled with sadness and melancholy at the sight of the townspeople, even in their lightest mood; right now, they could relax and try to forget. In an effort to brighten the atmosphere, the owner had made sure that the lights were bright and the windows were open to catch every bit of sunlight possible, not that there was anything notable to look at outside. There was a guitar's strumming in the background. Still, it wouldn't have been any worse if the lights had been dim and the only sounds the sound of human voices and glasses clinking on the bar and tables.
In a flurry of cloak Artemis walked over to the bar and sat down to order a butterbeer, her first in at least a month. The bartender plunked it down on the wood and went to make another drink. For a while she just sat there, hands curled around the mug and half-glazed eyes staring down into the froth of her butterbeer. For the most part her mind was blank, only the occasional, usually cynical, thought lit the darkness before it retreated, lost to her. Eventually, the coldness of her fingers woke Artemis to reality and slowly, she raised her butterbeer to her lips.bg
Shoving her musings to the back of her mind, the Slytherin stepped across the threshold of Joker's Bar. The tables were mostly empty, and the few people there kept their voices to a dull, monotone murmur. Faces that surrounded Artemis were full of hardship, dragged down by the hard times thrust upon them by the Society of Shadows. It was impossible not to be filled with sadness and melancholy at the sight of the townspeople, even in their lightest mood; right now, they could relax and try to forget. In an effort to brighten the atmosphere, the owner had made sure that the lights were bright and the windows were open to catch every bit of sunlight possible, not that there was anything notable to look at outside. There was a guitar's strumming in the background. Still, it wouldn't have been any worse if the lights had been dim and the only sounds the sound of human voices and glasses clinking on the bar and tables.
In a flurry of cloak Artemis walked over to the bar and sat down to order a butterbeer, her first in at least a month. The bartender plunked it down on the wood and went to make another drink. For a while she just sat there, hands curled around the mug and half-glazed eyes staring down into the froth of her butterbeer. For the most part her mind was blank, only the occasional, usually cynical, thought lit the darkness before it retreated, lost to her. Eventually, the coldness of her fingers woke Artemis to reality and slowly, she raised her butterbeer to her lips.bg