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exsiliumlogs2013-09-14 05:06 pm
irritating) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-14 05:06 pm
open!
Date & Time: Sept 12th - 14th, varying times.
Location: A bar, the training room with the temporary cots, and out about in the streets.
Characters: Apollo (irritating) and whoever!
Summary: There is a redheaded pirate on the loose being rude and annoying hi.
Warnings: Besides the lack of manners, constant swearing and general no fuck giving of Apollo, nothing atm. Will add stuff as necessary!
one (sept 12th)
It was barely even two weeks since Apollo arrived in Exsilium and already she had probably seen most of the bars the city had to offer. They were scuzzy little places for the most part, but the redhead had spent her entire life as a pirate so was more than used to places like that. She did manage to find a somewhat respectable bar in town though, good for the rum if nothing else, and had returned to it for a drink or two or six on this rainy evening.
It was barely two drinks in that Apollo had somehow managed to start arm wrestling with some unfortunate native man who happened to be next to her, and it was four drinks in that she was beating another man who this time was considerably larger than herself. Slamming his fist down into the table, she threw her head back and laughed. "Sorry buddy, you win some, you lose some! Well, I don't lose, but you obviously do." She sat there grinning as the man grumbled something, got up and left, passing the little group of people who had starting watching and placing bets on the redhead as he did so. "Anyone else wanna go?!"
two (sept 13th)
The next morning it was very possible to find a hungover redheaded woman sleeping on top of a closed dumpster with all of her clothes a complete mess (much like her little feathered wings) and one arm, adorned in bracelets almost halfway up to her elbow, dangled over the side. If nobody pokes her just to make sure she isn't a corpse someone tried to dispose of, she'll be waking up only once the morning is good and bloody over with.
In the afternoon of that particular day it is also very possible to find the same redhead, still in complete disarray and clearly not giving a shit about it, sitting around on some random bench as she and her monstrous black dog (who was too big to sit on the bench with her, instead standing on the ground with his front paws on the seat) shared a shockingly large pile of hot dogs. "Fuck, Metalhead, I can't believe we don't have this shit back home." Apollo said to her dog in between massive bites, "It's just fuckin' sausage on a bun with shit on it, why the fuck hasn't anyone put this shit together yet over there?" The dog responded simply by grabbing another hot dog and devouring it in about two seconds flat.
three (sept 14th)
Even though it was now about two weeks since Apollo had first shown up, she had really only slept in her own assigned bed a few times so far. Old habits died hard apparently, because the woman had continued to keep up her horrible habit of sleeping literally anywhere. She had spent so much of her time in recent years sleeping in tree branches, caves and coves, and even holes dug in the ground with a shoddy leaf canopy to keep the intensely hot sun at bay, that the idea of cot, while much more comfortable than anything else, was easily forgotten. The particularly stubborn kink in her back today, however, was enough to remind her of the actual bed. Which is why she was now in the training room turned temporary housing with her faithful companion beside her. "Cozy little place, huh pup?"
The dog wandered away then and Apollo, used to Metalhead doing his own thing, didn't do a damn thing when he began to sniff around and all over everything in the room. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he went, slobbering all over the fabrics and personal belongings of strangers as he very impolitely investigated the area. He also did not seem bothered by other people, so if you happen to be in your little makeshift room right now you could very well have a alarmingly big black dog in your face and/or drooling over everything.
While Metalhead was going about possibly harassing people, Apollo had claimed an empty room by tossing her little bag in it and was now prowling around for another empty room. Without looking first to see if the area was claimed and the occupant was simply not home at the moment, Apollo promptly began to liberating the flimsy mattress from the frame and dragging it with her to the original room she had claimed because, well, Metalhead needs a bed too okay.
Location: A bar, the training room with the temporary cots, and out about in the streets.
Characters: Apollo (
irritating) and whoever!Summary: There is a redheaded pirate on the loose being rude and annoying hi.
Warnings: Besides the lack of manners, constant swearing and general no fuck giving of Apollo, nothing atm. Will add stuff as necessary!
one (sept 12th)
It was barely even two weeks since Apollo arrived in Exsilium and already she had probably seen most of the bars the city had to offer. They were scuzzy little places for the most part, but the redhead had spent her entire life as a pirate so was more than used to places like that. She did manage to find a somewhat respectable bar in town though, good for the rum if nothing else, and had returned to it for a drink or two or six on this rainy evening.
It was barely two drinks in that Apollo had somehow managed to start arm wrestling with some unfortunate native man who happened to be next to her, and it was four drinks in that she was beating another man who this time was considerably larger than herself. Slamming his fist down into the table, she threw her head back and laughed. "Sorry buddy, you win some, you lose some! Well, I don't lose, but you obviously do." She sat there grinning as the man grumbled something, got up and left, passing the little group of people who had starting watching and placing bets on the redhead as he did so. "Anyone else wanna go?!"
two (sept 13th)
The next morning it was very possible to find a hungover redheaded woman sleeping on top of a closed dumpster with all of her clothes a complete mess (much like her little feathered wings) and one arm, adorned in bracelets almost halfway up to her elbow, dangled over the side. If nobody pokes her just to make sure she isn't a corpse someone tried to dispose of, she'll be waking up only once the morning is good and bloody over with.
In the afternoon of that particular day it is also very possible to find the same redhead, still in complete disarray and clearly not giving a shit about it, sitting around on some random bench as she and her monstrous black dog (who was too big to sit on the bench with her, instead standing on the ground with his front paws on the seat) shared a shockingly large pile of hot dogs. "Fuck, Metalhead, I can't believe we don't have this shit back home." Apollo said to her dog in between massive bites, "It's just fuckin' sausage on a bun with shit on it, why the fuck hasn't anyone put this shit together yet over there?" The dog responded simply by grabbing another hot dog and devouring it in about two seconds flat.
three (sept 14th)
Even though it was now about two weeks since Apollo had first shown up, she had really only slept in her own assigned bed a few times so far. Old habits died hard apparently, because the woman had continued to keep up her horrible habit of sleeping literally anywhere. She had spent so much of her time in recent years sleeping in tree branches, caves and coves, and even holes dug in the ground with a shoddy leaf canopy to keep the intensely hot sun at bay, that the idea of cot, while much more comfortable than anything else, was easily forgotten. The particularly stubborn kink in her back today, however, was enough to remind her of the actual bed. Which is why she was now in the training room turned temporary housing with her faithful companion beside her. "Cozy little place, huh pup?"
The dog wandered away then and Apollo, used to Metalhead doing his own thing, didn't do a damn thing when he began to sniff around and all over everything in the room. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he went, slobbering all over the fabrics and personal belongings of strangers as he very impolitely investigated the area. He also did not seem bothered by other people, so if you happen to be in your little makeshift room right now you could very well have a alarmingly big black dog in your face and/or drooling over everything.
While Metalhead was going about possibly harassing people, Apollo had claimed an empty room by tossing her little bag in it and was now prowling around for another empty room. Without looking first to see if the area was claimed and the occupant was simply not home at the moment, Apollo promptly began to liberating the flimsy mattress from the frame and dragging it with her to the original room she had claimed because, well, Metalhead needs a bed too okay.