first entrance

Apr 01, 2009 20:58

At the door, leaning on the frame, stands a man (he may be a teenager, but what he's seen, what he's done - he no longer fits the definition of boy) in a yellow boiler suit. Spirals of smoke rise from the cigar clamped in a too-friendly smile, the dark mask framing his eyes well-matching his slicked black hair and mustache.

One ankle is crossed over the other, and something about him strongly suggests that he just doesn't care. He watches his surroundings as if he's been here before (he hasn't), eventually straightening up from his post by the door to swagger across the floor and to the bar.

Briefly, his belt buckle, a smiling, grinning mask, glints in the bar light, three harlequin diamonds on his suit folding as he sits down at a stool. Raising up a hand to his mouth, he draws it away with the cigar, blowing a ring of smoke into the air.

He is undeniably handsome, features strong and defined, body muscular and strong, but still not completely filled out. Leaning an elbow on the bar, he addresses his question to the bar at large as opposed to the space behind the bar.

"What's a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?"

[ tiny tag: edward morgan blake, sally jupiter, camille montes
ooc: please see this back room post before tagging. ]

edward morgan blake, sally jupiter

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