Who; Ellen Harvelle & anyone. OPEN
What; Staying awake at the Roadhouse
Where; The Roadhouse
When; Very late evening June 10th
Rating; pg-13ish?
Status; Ongoing, open. Talk to Ellen, talk amongst yourselves
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No one had touched the booze. It was all about coffee tonight. )
Pausing just inside, he looked around. He'd figure he'd look like trouble, 6'7", a pair of scars on his face, dark and much scruffier than usual, but when he sees Ellen he gives her a warm smile as he can manage and heads for the bar, staff thumping on the floor every second step.
Once there he sank gratefully onto a stool and peered around.
"Well... this is a damnn nice place."
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He has gauze over a good portion of his left forearm and a few fingers of his right hand. His hair's unkempt and he mostly looks tired as he places a cup of coffee in front of the newcomer. "Actually, I think I prefer the former. Not sure there's ever a good place to be damned, nice or not."
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"Let me on a little secret. There's never a good place to be damned. If you're damned, you're screwed."
He set's his staff against the bar and offers his right hand, reaching out with more than just his physical senses.
"I'm Harry." he says, gaze flicking over Sams face without ever meeting his gaze. If Sam has any talent, he'd feel the tell tale tingle of someone with power, and maybe he could feel just how much.
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Sam doesn't try to meet his gaze, either. "Sam. I know the woman who runs this place."
There's talent there. Not magical, but closer to some sort of psychic talent.
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He nods. "I just met her after I got here myself. Seems like Good People."
He can feel a flicker of talent, just a flicker and notes his avoidence of his gaze. Kid's in the know. That's good.
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He looks back to Ellen, his expression a little sad. "She is good people. One of the best I've ever known."
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"You two are gonna give me a big head with talk like that."
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When Ellen appeared, Harry tried to smile just that bit more.
"Oh I'm sure you can take it."
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Ellen being there helped mitigate the sad look. It was hard to stay that way when she was here, after all. "Yeah, exactly. I don't think your head's that big yet. You can still fit it behind the bar."
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New arrivals were always a welcome addition to the Roadhouse, even during those times when no one had slept much over the course of a week. "Good to see you in person, Harry. How're you holding up?"
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