Michael's decided he's having nothing to do with the whole end of the world business and has resigned himself to watching the chaos. He's still pretty new to the Milliways experience, but he's mostly sure that after all the shaking and weirdness and stuff falling apart everything'll be just fine. Sort of like a hurricane; everyone will eventually bounce back.
As it is, he's got nothing better to be doing - as far as he knows, everyone he knows of there has fled for safety. He's riding this one out, at least for one last round at the end of the bar by himself.
When the blonde wanders in he takes one look at her and can't shake the thought that there's something off about her.
Clementine pops her gum as she waits for service - any sort of service. Getting none, she smacks the bar and yells "YO" a couple of times at the top of her lungs - this just nets her a polka-dot striped piece of cake. She blinks at it and sits down, poking it with a fork into several small, neat chunks and starts eating it.
It takes her a minute to realize she's being stared at by an older dude in a buzz cut. Hmph. She gives him an insolent look. And pops her gum in his direction.
Yep, jailbait. But she's used to older guys staring at her. She recognizes his tone as being one of authoritarian presence, not an attempted pick-up, and effects a sneer.
She shrugs. "I'm from a lot of places," she declares, because it sounded good in the last movie she saw.
He might recognize, deep down, that haunted, blank look of an abuse, buried in her determined glint.
To a Firstborn, Mortals age so quickly it sometimes seems as if the change with the blink of an eye.
In Milliways, they even shift direction from time to time.
So Elrond notices the girl, is fairly certain he recognizes her, and makes his way to the Bar. He won't act as if he knows her, as his past is her present - and you shouldn't try and change the flow of time.
Elf-lord. Tall, regal, a little more tense-jawed because of the whole - thing - than he'd usually be.
Clementine has managed to unliberate a beer from Bar's cooler; she's sitting on top of it, enjoying the transparent glow of her toes. Weirdest trip she's ever had.
She points the lip of her beer bottle at him. "You. Pointy-ears. Alf." She adds. He's looking at her like he's going to remember the moment, and she has absolutely no clue why. "Whatcha looking at?"
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As it is, he's got nothing better to be doing - as far as he knows, everyone he knows of there has fled for safety. He's riding this one out, at least for one last round at the end of the bar by himself.
When the blonde wanders in he takes one look at her and can't shake the thought that there's something off about her.
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It takes her a minute to realize she's being stared at by an older dude in a buzz cut. Hmph. She gives him an insolent look. And pops her gum in his direction.
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Frowning slightly, he slides down a couple stools and asks; "Where're you from? I swear I know you from somewhere."
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She shrugs. "I'm from a lot of places," she declares, because it sounded good in the last movie she saw.
He might recognize, deep down, that haunted, blank look of an abuse, buried in her determined glint.
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In Milliways, they even shift direction from time to time.
So Elrond notices the girl, is fairly certain he recognizes her, and makes his way to the Bar. He won't act as if he knows her, as his past is her present - and you shouldn't try and change the flow of time.
Elf-lord. Tall, regal, a little more tense-jawed because of the whole - thing - than he'd usually be.
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Then she sees this...dude? Damn.
"What's up, Spock?"
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Polite to a fault, with just a hint of something far more exotic than Great Britain to his voice.
His eyes are bright and almost luminescent.
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She leans against the bar and tries to toss him a come-hither look, snapping her gum.
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"Hello there."
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