Post by Orca on Oct 23, 2010 13:21:25 GMT -5
The store was crowded, and thus, Orca was slightly annoyed. He'd come in originally because he'd seen some guys leaving with brown paper bags in their arms, the tall kind that usually held wine bottles or just alcohol in general. Well, shit! Sparky'd never told him there was a liquor store in Drakborough! Somehow managing to only catch the first part of the gigantic sign above the shop that proclaimed 'DRINKS AND ELIXIRS, INC.' in fancy bold letters, he'd gone inside, and now, here he was, eying the bottle in his hand with suspicion. Murtlap Essence? What kind of drink was that? Much more worrying was the liquid inside, which was roughly the color of piss.
"Nooo, thank you," the lycan murmured, and carefully put it back on the shelf, before continuing to browse. They sold somewhat normal-looking drinks on the opposite side of the store, probably mixers or something. God, wizardfolk drank the weirdest things. Nearly every bottle he'd picked up had contained something with a disgusting looking color, and Orca was the type of person that needed his drink to look pretty before he'd down it. Food, however, could be as bloody and torn up as possible. He didn't care much there, long as it was fresh.
One might wonder, why was it that Orca seemed to only everpost show up in Drakborough? The answer to that was simple, really: because there was nowhere else to go. The school, while tempting was more or less off limits, and the forest, the place where he should be spending most of his time, was just kind of awkward now. The Triangle Tunnel was kind of zombie-infested and ruined, the lake, he'd heard, was on fire or something, and the Crypt made him think of undead things that should be dead and not walking around ruining his lovelife. Besides, Drakborough had the most people, and it was more likely he'd run into someone interesting.
Speaking of running into people--
He took a step back, mostly to get out of the way of a heavyweight guy that had begun to crowd his space, and abruptly bumped into someone. It wasn't a full out knock-over, or anything, but enough he might've ruffled some feathers. He turned, already sputtering out offerings of remorse.
"Oh, shit-- S-Sorry!"
Stumbled apologies? He was beginning to sound like Sparky more and more. The only difference was that he could stand in the middle of a crowded store and not hyperventilate/cry. Oh right. He also wasn't a homosexual loser with no friends. He'd almost forgotten that part. Hahah, ohhh, Sparky. That kid really cracked him up sometimes.
Anyway, back to him being a clumsy idiot.
"You okay?"
"Nooo, thank you," the lycan murmured, and carefully put it back on the shelf, before continuing to browse. They sold somewhat normal-looking drinks on the opposite side of the store, probably mixers or something. God, wizardfolk drank the weirdest things. Nearly every bottle he'd picked up had contained something with a disgusting looking color, and Orca was the type of person that needed his drink to look pretty before he'd down it. Food, however, could be as bloody and torn up as possible. He didn't care much there, long as it was fresh.
One might wonder, why was it that Orca seemed to only ever
Speaking of running into people--
He took a step back, mostly to get out of the way of a heavyweight guy that had begun to crowd his space, and abruptly bumped into someone. It wasn't a full out knock-over, or anything, but enough he might've ruffled some feathers. He turned, already sputtering out offerings of remorse.
"Oh, shit-- S-Sorry!"
Stumbled apologies? He was beginning to sound like Sparky more and more. The only difference was that he could stand in the middle of a crowded store and not hyperventilate/cry. Oh right. He also wasn't a homosexual loser with no friends. He'd almost forgotten that part. Hahah, ohhh, Sparky. That kid really cracked him up sometimes.
Anyway, back to him being a clumsy idiot.
"You okay?"