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 Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 7:26 pm
((If this is okay, I'm going to start an rp.))
Note sits at the bar drinking his free alchohol. His job was to provide the patrons with the beauty of song, his only request was that he got to drink for free. No money, he had no need of such things. He didn't need a house, he could easily hunt his own food, and the tavern provided his drink. That in mind, he drank to himself.
"To Note, the last purveyor of culture in his beloved town!"
Everyone stared at him, he didn't care though. He was enlightened.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 7:42 pm
The owner had earlier asked Note for a favor, he wanted him to take the forms for his
alchoholic beverages permit to the governors office.
Note gladly accepted, it was a wonderful oppurtunity to meet the new governor. He finished his drink and headed out.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 12:42 am
Staggers in, and slaps a smudged piece of paper on the bar, weighting it down with an empty bottle a'Guinness It reads: _________________________________
application for employment
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Name: Daniel Logan Barraster
Social Security Number: 402-46-1[SMUDGED]
Work History: At 16 my oldest brother died suddenly and unnaturally God rest h[SMUDGED]oul, and left me caretaking a tavern. Be honest with ya mate, I don't know s**t about nothing else, but I know my way around a bar.
Education: High school equivelant, Barney Mack's Bartending College of Sydney, class of '89.
References: Blasphemi, Jourdaine, Artistic Savant, that guy that always passes out at his table and I have to call a ******** cab for him (just look out at the right corner, under the taxidermied fish, you'll see the bugger, he bloody lives there)
_________________________________
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 3:15 pm
~She does her usual act to bring in the night's coin, but someone is upstaging her. What she isn't expecting is to stop and listen to the guy who's doing it...
She slides herself down into a seat and starts to lose herself to the singing of the young man. She knows he isn't regular staff, or at least, hasn't been until now, but somehow, he and his notes strike a particular chord with her. Maybe, familiarity? Or just something special to the ears.
She likes the way his music makes her feel. It tingles in the back of her throat as she tries to remember the melody later. She stays at the tavern long into the night, even after the guests have dissapated, now inspired, and composes poetry by the soft glow of the bar's backlight.~
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 7:10 pm
Note's guitar is a weapon of mass distraction. If he wanted to, he could influence anyone into anything right now. Of course, he prides himself on self-control, in matters of human decency at least. As he listened to his own playing, his own voice, he could feel what everyone slese felt. He became detached from his limbs, and all that was there was him and his music. He loved what he did, and he wished the song would never end.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 12:19 am
~She has come back again, back to work the crowd.... And there he is, just like he had never stopped. The crowd, regular drunks and casual evening-outers alike are lost in the young man's singing, stuck in the twang of each pluck on the string. It is like they have been enchanted.
And she isn't immune to it, either.
Well, there is one good thing about this, she tells herself. Plenty of unsuspecting pockets to pick...
Eventually she settles back into a seat, to hear the performance. To let it wash over her like it has all the others, to let it make of her another enchanted onlooker. She submits.~
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 12:38 am
Wiping down the bar, whistling to himself an old outback tune that is completely counter-melodic to Note's performing. He loves the chaos of dischord.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 12:41 am
~She rises from her table and leans over on the bar near Daniel. She accidentally rests her arm in a wet space where he's wiped with the washcloth. She seems so distracted, she doesn't even notice.~
Hey, Daniel. I saw your application. I thought you'd left for good. Then I realized you were just.... I don't know what you were on the other night.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 12:44 am
"You ought to know me better than that by now, missy.
Oh, I was serious about quitting. Then, when I filed the app, I was serious about coming back. And then I sobered up, remembered I own this bar....
It was a strange day..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 12:54 am
~laughs~ You're a trip.
~leans in a little closer, her eyes going to the stage.~
So, you going to tell me who the new act is?
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 1:03 am
Continues wiping the bar.
"Calls himself Note. Don't know much about him, but... He's got the goods all right."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 1:08 am
I think he's something of a spotlight hog. Tonight's supposed to be my night. ~Friday night is high-roller tips night.~
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 1:14 am
"What's the matter, Rose? Somebody better at working the crowd than you?"
He knows the look he's going to get for making that statement.
"After we close up here, why don't you go say hello? You might as well. You both work here now."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 1:17 am
Oh, I plan to.
~She drops onto a barstool and fixes her eyes back on the stage. She plans to stay until after close. She is both waiting his program will end, and hanging onto each note, not wanting it to end.~
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 12:20 pm
Note finishes up and walks to the bar. "Can I get a Tequila shot buddy?"
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