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Post by hunter on Jul 20, 2010 20:38:29 GMT -5
Hunter walked into the Three Broomsticks, shaking snow off of his jacket. Sometimes, he really did miss California. The weather was close to godliness almost all the time there. Summer got hot sometimes, but it was never too bad. Winter never actually felt like winter in L.A. The coldest it would get there in a typical year would be around 45 degrees, and even that was rare. But here, he was trudging snow and freezing weather. Alright, granted it was only October, so he wasn't exactly trudging yet, but still. You would think that he would be used to it by now, but not quite.
He went up to the bar and grabbed a regular beer, not wanting to have to wait for it. After he got it, he went over to a table by the wall. It was a little bit quieter over there, so he didn't have to be bothered by the nonsensical chatter that the people were yapping on about. He took a swig of his drink and scanned the room. There wer some people there, but it wasn't crazy busy. It was a little less than half-full, he'd say. Still, it was boring. Everyone was with someone else, and even if there wasn't, there really didn't seem to be anyone interesting enough to talk to. And by interesting, he means beautiful.
words; 225
tag; LEXIS <3333
comments; wow.... so... short, :/. And sorry it wasn't done last night like I promised. I passed out on the couch in the middle of it and lost some muse in the morning. Lol, sorry. Love you!
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Post by rosalie on Jul 20, 2010 23:34:14 GMT -5
 & I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )[/center] Today is was cold outside. Which was what Rosalie didn't want it to be. Mothernature was a bitch wasn't she? The best thing about it snowing outside was that Rose was to be on a yacht, destined to go out and float out on the sea and party. Meaning that the attire was to be for warmer weather. Oh fuck. Rosalie had on a peach, knotted at the neckline, blouse on, it was rather thin due to the supposed weather Rose was supposed to be partying in. Accompanied by a navy, and white horizontal striped skirt, a peach handbag, and a rather dark blue colored pair of gladiator sandals. Rosalie let out a sigh of exasperation, and swung the golden chain on the handbag over her shoulder. She was going to Hogsmeade, to let the stress that had boiled inside of her spill out. She wasn't sure how she was going to do it, but she could possibly find a stress relieving outlet somewhere. Rose scavenger hunted her way over to the small town-square, gazing her dark, wide brown eyes upon the buildings and shops. Her eyes only glancing at the pubs for a few feble seconds.
Rose was certainly not subjecting herself to go into a pub. It wasn't because she felt as though she was higher above the establishment, it was because of well... the people there. Usually pubs were filled with disgusting alcoholics, and filthy men and women of all shapes and sizes. It was a surprise that the bartenders were even decent, considering what they had to deal with day to day. Although, every once in a blue moon one could find someone who wasn't a blant stupid drunk like the rest. However, Rose wasn't exactly feeling lucky today, considering the day's events. She continued to look around the place, trying to find shops or boutique's to roam in and shop in. Nothing really caught her eye, so her search continued. Rosalie pondered about what else there was here. Maybe she would go into a restaurant or a café, and just enjoy something. No, it seemed too bland, too boring. She would ahve to do that some other day. Rose's mind then lingered onto the darker side of Hogsmeade. Same answer, no. It would be too odd, and scary, her bright colors fighting against the deep dark ones of theirs. Definate no.
To her dismay, Rose glanced over at the pubs, shifting her body to face them. She sighed, and strode over towards them. Yes, she was going to enter a bar, and hopefully not want to murder heselr shortly after. Rose headed to the famous, well-known pub The Three Broomsticks. Of course who would want to go there when they could? Most of the people were actually friendly and inviting. As Rose finally reached the entrace to the bar, she sighed and grabbed the handle to the door finely and Yankee it open. Asshe did she could feel a rush of warm air and the scent of alcohol fill her nose. It stung slightly, but didn't bother her. Rosalie quickly found her way over to a seat, ignoring all the states being directed at her. It would be obvious that try would stare at her. Rose wasn't the average typical regular at a type of place like this. Someone like her would only come in every so often. People like her in a bar like this were... rare as to say.
WORDS,, who really cares?
TAGGED,, Hunter/Red <3
OUTFIT,, tada !
MUSIC,, The Killers - This river is wild !
NOTES,, it's all crappy 'cause i'm museless ! <332
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION |
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Post by hunter on Aug 5, 2010 12:36:19 GMT -5
While taking a swig of his beer, Hunter absently noticed someone new come in. After putting the glass back down though, he took more notice to her. He was somewhat confused by her. She didn't really seem like a person to come into a place like this. It didn't look like it was her regular hang out spot. She sat down at a table across from him. He noted that she was in fact beautiful. He also knew that he wasn't the only man in the bar that had noticed her. But he wasn't going to just be some douche and go sit right next to her, telling her that she was "hot". Instead, he decided to take a more charming approach. He called over a person from the bar. "See that table right there? Please get that lady a butterbeer, on me." He smiled at him and handed him the money. The man left back to the bar, filled the mug with butterbeer and went over to the woman's table, setting the glass down. He didn't hear what he was saying, but he saw him motion over to Hunter and figured he said something like, "From the gentleman across the way." He knew it was probably phrased much less elegantly, but hey, it was more fun that way. Hunter smiled at the woman and lifted his beer in greeting. Now, all he had was to wait. He just hoped that her reaction would be a pleasant one. Some women could just be so unreasonable. Sometimes they think he's making fun of them, or acting like a jerk, or being chauvinistic. When really, he's just trying to open a conversation with them. Sometimes it could really bug him when they got upset over something so small and inconsequential. So once again, he was left just hoping she wouldn't be one of the unreasonable women.
words; 314
comments; sorry for the ramble at the end. I just wanted to get to at least 300. For my own sanity, XD.
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