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If you've met Paul Avery before, there's a small chance you might not recognize him. His features are much more worn, there's a generous amount of gray in his hair, and the circles under his eyes are more pronounced than ever.
He's sitting at the bar, both elbows on the counter. The bar has provided a bowl of lapel buttons, and a series of newspaper clippings for his entertainment.
(Remarkably enough, he doesn't seem very entertained.)
Every now and then, he'll cough, and you can almost hear his health deteriorating.
Regardless, he has a tumbler of vodka in front of him, along with an ashtray and a half-smoked cigarette. He knows better, yes. He will act upon it, no.
[ tiny tag: paul avery
ooc: last chance to tag him before he goes out for some canon. open until further notice, mun subject to major and unannounced slowtimes. ]
He's sitting at the bar, both elbows on the counter. The bar has provided a bowl of lapel buttons, and a series of newspaper clippings for his entertainment.
(Remarkably enough, he doesn't seem very entertained.)
Every now and then, he'll cough, and you can almost hear his health deteriorating.
Regardless, he has a tumbler of vodka in front of him, along with an ashtray and a half-smoked cigarette. He knows better, yes. He will act upon it, no.
[ tiny tag: paul avery
ooc: last chance to tag him before he goes out for some canon. open until further notice, mun subject to major and unannounced slowtimes. ]