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[Nathan's a rather common fixture in the pub by now; he's usually there regardless of the time, drinking himself to death without a care in the world.
It's where he is now, though he isn't drinking for once. He is sitting at the bar though, turning something over in one of his hands. Closer inspection reveals it to be a long dagger, one kept in good condition.
He stops turning it over to grip it in his hand. He brings the blade to the palm of his left hand, and drags it along his skin. The dagger easily cuts through and blood begins to flow from the cut. Nathan stares blankly at it, with a look of being not quite there.
That look passes though, and he wipes his bleeding hand on his jeans as if it's nothing. He pays no mind to the small pool of blood that has accumulated, even as he drags the tip of the dagger through it.]
Fucking badass dagger. Totally glad I stole this thing. Totally.
((OOC: See this link for further information on the dagger.))
It's where he is now, though he isn't drinking for once. He is sitting at the bar though, turning something over in one of his hands. Closer inspection reveals it to be a long dagger, one kept in good condition.
He stops turning it over to grip it in his hand. He brings the blade to the palm of his left hand, and drags it along his skin. The dagger easily cuts through and blood begins to flow from the cut. Nathan stares blankly at it, with a look of being not quite there.
That look passes though, and he wipes his bleeding hand on his jeans as if it's nothing. He pays no mind to the small pool of blood that has accumulated, even as he drags the tip of the dagger through it.]
Fucking badass dagger. Totally glad I stole this thing. Totally.
((OOC: See this link for further information on the dagger.))