Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT]

[Ava Ire]

The Saloon doors swung open again.

Enter a character who appeared very out of place here. Her hands were stuffed into the front pockets of her slightly oversized hoodie, which was a light grey hue. Her long, dark brown hair, which didn't look like she had put much work in to style, reached down to the top of her dark sweatpants... Sweatpants? In this western heat? But the woman didn't seem to care, much less even notice. The expression on her soft, round, lightly freckled face screamed apathy. And an immense tiredness.

She ordered a drink at the bar, and afterwards found a seat at a nearby table. She drummed her fingers on the table's surface, and wondered if her writer would ever break the trend and introduce a happier character into the thread. "Probably not," she remarked softly to herself, and took a swig of her drink. Her green eyes scanned the Main Room. Across from her sat Ava, reading a large book. She didn't seem to notice the woman.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

She squirmed in his arms.
"Find Vanilla?"

He smiled and nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Where was she last?"

"I'm not sure..."
"Here!"

[Sky-TheLandOfNekos]

Spock tsked, disappointed in Jay's lack of creativity. Anything could be an arena. Spock enjoyed the idea of a fight-club. Yes, Jay might even get punched right in the peninsula.

You get hurt as well you cheeky bloke. Jay countered Plus I don't want to stir up too much trouble if need be.

OOC: Is this Spock from Star Trek and if so, what was his actor in the show?

[Fvaarniimar]

Aurelia tries to pay attention - really. But Frida's attempt to explain isn't making sense. She sips wine, feeling giddy and a little tired - when it ends, she sighs in relief.

One thing has gotten through. "You're from a different world." Her head spins. "I'm from here." She touches the boot-shape of once-Italy. "What are these?" Based on her pointing, she means the Americas and Australia.

OOC: ((Something of Aurelia's might be messing with Frida's device a little, by and large by accident. It's not going to impair function, just do silly stuff. You decide how if at all.))

"Ach. Them. Nobody really knows. We think a revolution happened in America, and no idea what happened to Australia."

Aurelia shrugs. "Nice talking to you, but I should go to bed. I could have sworn I already did..."

Her ankle-length pink tunic swooshes slightly as she pushes through the crowd to the doors. "Goodnight!"

OOC: ((See you later! RL reading time.))

[Sky-TheLandOfNekos]

He smiled and nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Where was she last?"

"I'm not sure..."
"Here!"

Alec carefully put down Chocola and turned to Vanilla. "So, what have you been up to?"

[Danceria]

You get hurt as well you cheeky bloke. Jay countered Plus I don't want to stir up too much trouble if need be.

OOC: Is this Spock from Star Trek and if so, what was his actor in the show?

OOC: It's a nickname to a braniac voice in Dancy's brain at the present time.

[Dalvius]

The Saloon doors swung open again.

Enter a character who appeared very out of place here. Her hands were stuffed into the front pockets of her slightly oversized hoodie, which was a light grey hue. Her long, dark brown hair, which didn't look like she had put much work in to style, reached down to the top of her dark sweatpants... Sweatpants? In this western heat? But the woman didn't seem to care, much less even notice. The expression on her soft, round, lightly freckled face screamed apathy. And an immense tiredness.

She ordered a drink at the bar, and afterwards found a seat at a nearby table. She drummed her fingers on the table's surface, and wondered if her writer would ever break the trend and introduce a happier character into the thread. "Probably not," she remarked softly to herself, and took a swig of her drink. Her green eyes scanned the Main Room. Across from her sat Ava, reading a large book. She didn't seem to notice the woman.

"Are you all this depressed?"

[Low bloods]

Crise walks out of a shadow with narrow eyes, purely worn out. "A glass of water please." He said to the barkeep as he took a seat and lays his head on the counter

The kitsune dog barked at him repeatedly having got a tail stepped on.

"Ehh, my apologies." He got up and stepped on his own shadow "I'm sure I have somthing for you." Soon enough the shadow would make a odd noise and a bone would fly out into his hand "How about this?" He tilted his head.

Crise walks out of a shadow with narrow eyes, purely worn out. "A glass of water please." He said to the barkeep as he took a seat and lays his head on the counter

OOC: Low Bloods!

Long time no see!

Want me to bring back anyone for you?

(Suh dude, it's been a long time indeed.
Uhh, I'm trying to keep it to one character, that way I'm easy to maintain and not screw anything up... So if you want to use anyone on him feel free to.)

[Saldinado]

(Hmph. After giving it some thought, I've decided that I will try this out, though with still some hesitation. Also, given my RPing time I might not be use to the single lines anymore, so expect my posts to be longer and more...detailed than the average person's. A lot longer. Though I don't know if it's acceptable or not.)


-Lounge Room

The soft crackling of the fire softly permeated the room of the lounge. It seemed that the noise of the fire was the only thing breaking the silence of the dead, empty room. Besides the quiet ticking of the clock on the fireplace mantle. Sitting in front of the fireplace were two red velvet chairs; the heat softly warming them up. In the right chair was a figure of some sort, with only their hand being visible as it sat on the arm of the chair. It seemed to be wearing a gold Rolex watch with a tall glass of a yellow substance in their hand. A lemon wedge sat perfectly still and comfortably on the rim of the glass as the ice inside slowly started it's process of condensation along the edges and sides of the glass.

Suddenly, the glass lifted up towards what was to be perceived as the figure's mouth; it stood in the air there for a second before being put back down back in it's original position, with the glass now being a only a third full. The ice softly clanging along the glass before the room went dead silent once more. It stood that way for another minute. Then two. Then five. Then ten. Then as it was almost at the twelfth minute mark, a sound could be heard. The figure quietly sigh followed by a soft deep, hearty chuckle. The figure than brought their glass up once more to their mouth and took another sip of their refreshing, yellow lemon beverage.

Then, in one swift motion, the figure got up from their seat and stood there for a moment. When standing up, one could almost see the person in their entirety due to the light of the fire. There stood a man, about 6"1 with a body similar to a swimmer's, although more muscular. He seemed to be of African or Black descent, with his skin being the color of mocha and short, curly black hair that seemed to form a small faux hawk. But compared to everything else about him, there was something that was could be considered abnormal- his eyes were shade of purple, similar to that of a royal purple. They made him stand out the most, seeing that the physical feature was completely exotic to someone such as himself as well as a majority of the population. Unlike the rest of the people here, cladded with various "cowboy" get-ups, he was wearing something a little more...later and posh than them. It seemed to be something based in the early 1900's. He was wearing what seemed to be a black vest with thin blue strips and pants to match. The vest contained about 5 gold buttons and a teal-colored pasley handkerchief; a long sleeved white shirt underneath the vest. The dress shirt was button almost to the top, save for his upper chest to be visible. He wore a tie which matched his handkerchief with a gold pocket watch chain fastened on to the pockets of his pants and black dress shoes.

He scanned the room with his royal purple eyes, trying to see if there was any sign of life. Seeing that there wasn't., and if they were, they were very quiet, he sighed in an almost relief way as he turned towards where the clock on the fireplace mantle was and watched it as the quiet ticking of the instrument carried out it's duties. While doing so, strategically sipped his glass of the cold, yellow beverage while watching the time slowly go by.

[Sky-TheLandOfNekos]

OOC: Is this Spock from Star Trek and if so, what was his actor in the show?

OOC: It's a nickname to a braniac voice in Dancy's brain at the present time.

OOC: Aww.

The kitsune dog barked at him repeatedly having got a tail stepped on.

"Ehh, my apologies." He got up and stepped on his own shadow "I'm sure I have somthing for you." Soon enough the shadow would make a odd noise and a bone would fly out into his hand "How about this?" He tilted his head.

OOC: Low Bloods!

Long time no see!

Want me to bring back anyone for you?

(Suh dude, it's been a long time indeed.
Uhh, I'm trying to keep it to one character, that way I'm easy to maintain and not screw anything up... So if you want to use anyone on him feel free to.)

OOC: Gotcha.

[Khasinkonia]

"Ach. Them. Nobody really knows. We think a revolution happened in America, and no idea what happened to Australia."

Aurelia shrugs. "Nice talking to you, but I should go to bed. I could have sworn I already did..."

Her ankle-length pink tunic swooshes slightly as she pushes through the crowd to the doors. "Goodnight!"

OOC: ((See you later! RL reading time.))

"Bye!"

The Saloon doors swung open again.

Enter a character who appeared very out of place here. Her hands were stuffed into the front pockets of her slightly oversized hoodie, which was a light grey hue. Her long, dark brown hair, which didn't look like she had put much work in to style, reached down to the top of her dark sweatpants... Sweatpants? In this western heat? But the woman didn't seem to care, much less even notice. The expression on her soft, round, lightly freckled face screamed apathy. And an immense tiredness.

She ordered a drink at the bar, and afterwards found a seat at a nearby table. She drummed her fingers on the table's surface, and wondered if her writer would ever break the trend and introduce a happier character into the thread. "Probably not," she remarked softly to herself, and took a swig of her drink. Her green eyes scanned the Main Room. Across from her sat Ava, reading a large book. She didn't seem to notice the woman.

"Who are you?"

[Third Kingdom]

The kitsune dog barked at him repeatedly having got a tail stepped on.

"Ehh, my apologies." He got up and stepped on his own shadow "I'm sure I have somthing for you." Soon enough the shadow would make a odd noise and a bone would fly out into his hand "How about this?" He tilted his head.

OOC: Low Bloods!

Long time no see!

Want me to bring back anyone for you?

(Suh dude, it's been a long time indeed.
Uhh, I'm trying to keep it to one character, that way I'm easy to maintain and not screw anything up... So if you want to use anyone on him feel free to.)

He barked happily and gnawed on the bone after taking it from his hand and laid down with it content.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

"I'm not sure..."
"Here!"

Alec carefully put down Chocola and turned to Vanilla. "So, what have you been up to?"

She blinked, as the question had gone completely over her head.
"What do you mean, Alec?"

[Barboneia]

The Saloon doors swung open again.

Enter a character who appeared very out of place here. Her hands were stuffed into the front pockets of her slightly oversized hoodie, which was a light grey hue. Her long, dark brown hair, which didn't look like she had put much work in to style, reached down to the top of her dark sweatpants... Sweatpants? In this western heat? But the woman didn't seem to care, much less even notice. The expression on her soft, round, lightly freckled face screamed apathy. And an immense tiredness.

She ordered a drink at the bar, and afterwards found a seat at a nearby table. She drummed her fingers on the table's surface, and wondered if her writer would ever break the trend and introduce a happier character into the thread. "Probably not," she remarked softly to herself, and took a swig of her drink. Her green eyes scanned the Main Room. Across from her sat Ava, reading a large book. She didn't seem to notice the woman.

The bearded man seemed to give her a curious look, for he too wore an outfit rather inappropriate considering the climate; a heavy green parka, khakis, and Timberland boots. He quickly looked away, however, going back to staring at his glass of water.

[Kollin]

Zaiys has disappeared from the bar, tatters of the dull robes he was wearing left about.

Krystal is lying across several bar stools and, in general, being obnoxious merely by existing as usual.

Writer once again considers more characters.

[Sky-TheLandOfNekos]

Alec carefully put down Chocola and turned to Vanilla. "So, what have you been up to?"

She blinked, as the question had gone completely over her head.
"What do you mean, Alec?"

"Nevermind," he answered, patting her head.

[Dalvius]

(Hmph. After giving it some thought, I've decided that I will try this out, though with still some hesitation. Also, given my RPing time I might not be use to the single lines anymore, so expect my posts to be longer and more...detailed than the average person's. A lot longer. Though I don't know if it's acceptable or not.)


-Lounge Room

The soft crackling of the fire softly permeated the room of the lounge. It seemed that the noise of the fire was the only thing breaking the silence of the dead, empty room. Besides the quiet ticking of the clock on the fireplace mantle. Sitting in front of the fireplace were two red velvet chairs; the heat softly warming them up. In the right chair was a figure of some sort, with only their hand being visible as it sat on the arm of the chair. It seemed to be wearing a gold Rolex watch with a tall glass of a yellow substance in their hand. A lemon wedge sat perfectly still and comfortably on the rim of the glass as the ice inside slowly started it's process of condensation along the edges and sides of the glass.

Suddenly, the glass lifted up towards what was to be perceived as the figure's mouth; it stood in the air there for a second before being put back down back in it's original position, with the glass now being a only a third full. The ice softly clanging along the glass before the room went dead silent once more. It stood that way for another minute. Then two. Then five. Then ten. Then as it was almost at the twelfth minute mark, a sound could be heard. The figure quietly sigh followed by a soft deep, hearty chuckle. The figure than brought their glass up once more to their mouth and took another sip of their refreshing, yellow lemon beverage.

Then, in one swift motion, the figure got up from their seat and stood there for a moment. When standing up, one could almost see the person in their entirety due to the light of the fire. There stood a man, about 6"1 with a body similar to a swimmer's, although more muscular. He seemed to be of African or Black descent, with his skin being the color of mocha and short, curly black hair that seemed to form a small faux hawk. But compared to everything else about him, there was something that was could be considered abnormal- his eyes were shade of purple, similar to that of a royal purple. They made him stand out the most, seeing that the physical feature was completely exotic to someone such as himself as well as a majority of the population. Unlike the rest of the people here, cladded with various "cowboy" get-ups, he was wearing something a little more...later and posh than them. It seemed to be something based in the early 1900's. He was wearing what seemed to be a black vest with thin blue strips and pants to match. The vest contained about 5 gold buttons and a teal-colored pasley handkerchief; a long sleeved white shirt underneath the vest. The dress shirt was button almost to the top, save for his upper chest to be visible. He wore a tie which matched his handkerchief with a gold pocket watch chain fastened on to the pockets of his pants and black dress shoes.

He scanned the room with his royal purple eyes, trying to see if there was any sign of life. Seeing that there wasn't., and if they were, they were very quiet, he sighed in an almost relief way as he turned towards where the clock on the fireplace mantle was and watched it as the quiet ticking of the instrument carried out it's duties. While doing so, strategically sipped his glass of the cold, yellow beverage while watching the time slowly go by.

"My god it's him."
Avraek sighed heavily.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

Zaiys has disappeared from the bar, tatters of the dull robes he was wearing left about.

Krystal is lying across several bar stools and, in general, being obnoxious merely by existing as usual.

Writer once again considers more characters.

Writer is poked by other writer, who requests a wild Kollin.

[Kollin]

Zaiys has disappeared from the bar, tatters of the dull robes he was wearing left about.

Krystal is lying across several bar stools and, in general, being obnoxious merely by existing as usual.

Writer once again considers more characters.

Writer is poked by other writer, who requests a wild Kollin.

The wild Kollin is hiding in the tall grass, peeking just above the blades to see its surroundings!

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

She blinked, as the question had gone completely over her head.
"What do you mean, Alec?"

"Nevermind," he answered, patting her head.

Vanilla remained mostly expressionless, closing her eyes and purring.
"I like this."

[Crurnlark]

You get hurt as well you cheeky bloke. Jay countered Plus I don't want to stir up too much trouble if need be.

Spock was curious to test that idea of mutual pain out. Spock proceeded to remember the end of Fight Club and how it ended for the voice in the protagonist's head, and withdrew his support for a 'Fight Club' in the Ram's Head.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

Writer is poked by other writer, who requests a wild Kollin.

The wild Kollin is hiding in the tall grass, peeking just above the blades to see its surroundings!

A wild Indo in Pokemon trainer cosplay wanders into the grass!

[Kollin]

The wild Kollin is hiding in the tall grass, peeking just above the blades to see its surroundings!

A wild Indo in Pokemon trainer cosplay wanders into the grass!

A wild Kollin appeared, and tackled the Indo!

[Ava Ire]

The Saloon doors swung open again.

Enter a character who appeared very out of place here. Her hands were stuffed into the front pockets of her slightly oversized hoodie, which was a light grey hue. Her long, dark brown hair, which didn't look like she had put much work in to style, reached down to the top of her dark sweatpants... Sweatpants? In this western heat? But the woman didn't seem to care, much less even notice. The expression on her soft, round, lightly freckled face screamed apathy. And an immense tiredness.

She ordered a drink at the bar, and afterwards found a seat at a nearby table. She drummed her fingers on the table's surface, and wondered if her writer would ever break the trend and introduce a happier character into the thread. "Probably not," she remarked softly to herself, and took a swig of her drink. Her green eyes scanned the Main Room. Across from her sat Ava, reading a large book. She didn't seem to notice the woman.

"Are you all this depressed?"

The woman looked up at him with an uninterested glint in her eyes. She gave a peculiar frown. "Depressed? Who says I'm depressed?" She brushed back a tuft of hair from her face. "This is just my default expression," she said.

The Saloon doors swung open again.

Enter a character who appeared very out of place here. Her hands were stuffed into the front pockets of her slightly oversized hoodie, which was a light grey hue. Her long, dark brown hair, which didn't look like she had put much work in to style, reached down to the top of her dark sweatpants... Sweatpants? In this western heat? But the woman didn't seem to care, much less even notice. The expression on her soft, round, lightly freckled face screamed apathy. And an immense tiredness.

She ordered a drink at the bar, and afterwards found a seat at a nearby table. She drummed her fingers on the table's surface, and wondered if her writer would ever break the trend and introduce a happier character into the thread. "Probably not," she remarked softly to herself, and took a swig of her drink. Her green eyes scanned the Main Room. Across from her sat Ava, reading a large book. She didn't seem to notice the woman.

"Who are you?"

She turned her attention now to this particular stranger. She raised an eyebrow. "Well who are [i]you?"[/i] she inquired back, smirking.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

A wild Indo in Pokemon trainer cosplay wanders into the grass!

A wild Kollin appeared, and tackled the Indo!

Indo's reflexes kicked in, and the Kollin was caught right before hitting him.