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 Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 6:26 pm
NAUGHT was surging with people tonight. People dancing to the throbbing music, hitting on each other, hanging out with friends, or just having a drink and enjoying the music and the sights.
One of those people happened to be Giger. She had a gig here, as a bar tender. Not a glamorous job, really, but better than a lot of other jobs she could think of. It paid her bills, anyway.
However, her shift was over and after clocking out and collecting a nice paycheck, she had sat herself down and ordered a drink from the guy who'd come on shift after her.
Normally she'd be making her way back to her apartment right about now or to a late night class at college but not tonight. It was the weekend. She was free, she had money, she'd been good and finished all of her homework early and she intended to treat herself for it. Right now she was waiting on a friend of hers, a guy by the name of Miles.
Sipping at the drink she held, she turned in her seat and leaned against the bar behind her, trying her best to watch for him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 6:35 pm
 Miles entered NAUGHT, it was totally not his kind of place. Lots of people, small space, the smell of cigarette and the crown bumping on each other, all possible corners were filled by love full couples and the sound was terrible loud. Oh, friends… he would do anything for his few friends, even going to hell, and that place were pretty much like hell for him. For a moment Miles wished to be at home, watching old cartoons on tv and making a competition with Hime to see who could hit more popcorn on each other’s mouth.
But no! This though quickly vanished from his mind when he reminded of the joy of staying with friends and, more important, he got something to give Giger.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 6:42 pm
Miles wasn't hard to spot in the crowd. At all.
Giger considered yelling for him to come over for a moment but the music was far too loud. He wouldn't hear her. Instead she got up, nudging and slipping through the crowd. Finally she reached Miles, giving him a tap on the shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 6:50 pm
Miles felt a tap on his back. Was it someone starting a fight? Maybe someone hiting on him? Maybe it were the manager telling that he didn’t had the minimum amount of cool to enter that place. Usually he would just shot the air and run away… if the aggressor won’t run first, but this time he was weaponless so he just slowly turned back and… “ Giger! I’m so glad it’s you!” he said a little dizzy.
(( OOC: Did you got the certificate? =) ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 7:19 pm
 Giger couldn't help but laugh at the others nervousness. "Hey! Who else would it be, huh?" she teased, giving him a wide grin. She frowned though, after looking him over. He didn't quite look like he was enjoying himself. "Hey man, you don't look too good..." she said loudly, trying to talk over the thumping music. "Want me to buy you a drink or something?" ((OOC: Oh, no. Did you PM it to me? o.o ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 7:25 pm
“ I- I am okay, but can we sit? And if I accept a drink what kind of poison will you put on it? I don’t want to wake up on a alley wondering what I did last night. “ he said laughing and relaxing a bit.
“ Ah, right. I brought you that very very VERY late birthday gift I promised!”
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 7:40 pm
Gigers grin returned and she threw and arm around Miles shoulders, leading him back to the bar. "Hey, that stuff's too expensive for me! I'd just rely on the potency of strong alcohol to accomplish that, my friend!" she laughed, sitting at the bar now and ordering two drinks. She perked up at the mention of the word gift, spinning in her seat to look at Miles. "Oooooh really?" she asked, shifting a in the seat a bit. "Let's have then."
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 7:54 pm
“hum, ok then, let’s drink… this thing. “ he smiled uneasily and trying to figure what kind of alcoholic were on it. A glass of some powerful drink were enough to make him all happy and go around saying ‘ Mommy I love ponies~’
“ Do you remember that doll you accused me about playing with it? She’s alive! And inside that little body is a soul with a burning desire to accomplish a wish. Maybe you could join us and help one of them as well!” Miles said happily showing her a naked doll body of around 60cm.
He was pretty sure that now, Giger were already thinking that he was drunk. And he didn’t even touch the drink!
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:09 pm
Giger giggled mischievously, taking a long drink from her glass. "Don't be nervous now, I was just bluffing before. It's nothing too strong, my man." she said slyly, giving him a small wink. Miles hunch was right. She looked at him, eyebrow raised, for a few minutes. "Man, how many bars did you visit before deciding to come down here?" she finally asked, laughing. However, she blinked, looking down at the doll when he pulled it out. Reaching out to touch it's face gently, she looked up at Miles. "This is....for me?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:26 pm
“ Eh? Okay then “ he said swallowing a little of it. Not good, not bad. Just neutral like any other drink in his opinion.
“ Maybe a couple of other bars “ Miles added laughing.
“ Do you like it?? I thought that maybe I could give you something that will keep you company. First I though of a puppy, then cats… but then why not a Haltia! When it’s fully grown it will be even better that any other thing in the world… better than tamagochi!”
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:38 pm
"Figured that..." she snorted, laughing as well.
Now that she knew it was hers, she picked it up, grinning widely and looking it over. "I love it!" she exclaimed, plopping the little doll in her lap now and fiddling with the arms and legs, examining the features. The sculptor in her admiring the mechanics of the thing and fine details that had been carved into the wood.
"Better than Tomagochi eh? Guess I won't have to clean up after it then?" she laughed, looking to Miles again.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:48 pm
“ I’m so glad that you like it! It was a pain for the artist to give me one of them, he said that ‘Haltias are not find, they find you’ but I am owing gifts for a lot of people and if I gave it to you, not anyone else, it may be because it chosed you after all, wasn’t it?” Miles was the type that faithfully believes in magic. If someone screams “ A fairy!” he would probably turn around asking “ Where!?”
“ Eh, no cleaning… but there’s no pause button though. Once it started, it started!” He said laughing and smiling to her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:55 pm
"I really do, thanks" she said, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder. She thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, sure that would make sense." She frowned, thinking again. "So, did you get yours from the same guy?"
"Hm...well, as long as it doesn't beep every few seconds I'm sure we'll get on fine" she laughed. Picking up her glass and downing the rest of her drink she blinked. "How do I start it then, anyway?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 7:55 am
“ Yep, Hime and this other one now are from the same artist, but I got her timeees ago.” Miles stopped for a moment to wonder if Hime already messed up the whole house, because he left her alone in there and it’s hard to live in a tall word when you are only 60cm high.
“ You can drink mine too. “ He said smiling uneasily and offering his drink, for a moment he could almost swear that he was already seeing the colorful ponies that always appear around when he is semi drunk. Miles was very weak for alcohol.
“ Eh, you gotta talk to Sivan. He’s always in the park, I’m pretty sure that you already saw him once or twice, he looks like a gypsy. “
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:54 am
"Hm, and who was the artist?" she asked curiously, looking to see if she could find any identifying marks on the doll.
"Mm, alright, it would be a shame to let good alcohol go to waste..." she said, reaching for his drink and eagerly draining the glass.
She thought for a moment. There were strangely dressed people in the park every now and then, but there was the one guy who seemed to be there most often. He fit the description of a gypsy fairly well. "Has an eye patch, right?"
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