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Post by Anna Chauncey on Feb 3, 2013 1:48:59 GMT -5
Anna walked through the halls of the Manor, avidly looking for a good place to sit down and watch her rugby match without interruption. She looked through plenty of sitting rooms, considered the library, and had even looked at a couple of broom closets in the interest of privacy. Finally, after a bit of searching, she'd found a room that looked good enough. She reached over to the wall, searching for a switch. There was a light amount of dust on the wall, but she found the switch no problem. The lights flicked on, revealing the room to be a bar. Anna's interest was IMMEDIATELY sparked.
She walked in, going straight to the counter and shoving her laptop bag on the surface. She walked around the bar to the back, looking through the selections of alcohol. There was nothing special, so it seemed. She turned. Might as well reach for--Wait. Under the counter, there was a fantastic stash of liquors! There was rum, whiskey, gin, everything! But what caught Anna's eye was a beautifully coloured Gold rum. She picked up the bottle and a shot glass, placing them on the counter. She walked back to the seating area, pulling out a barstool and plopping in. She drew her laptop from her bag and set it up on the counter, logging on and immediately tuning into the live stream of the London rugby match. She didn't generally like sports, but rugby was different. It was a bunch of VERY good looking men running around and beating each other up! What wasn't to love?
Anna poured herself a shot of the rum and downed it. GOD, this was good rum! No wonder it was hidden! She settled into her barstool and kept an avid eye on the screen, watching her London team against whoever was stupid enough to challenge them this match.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Feb 8, 2013 4:01:13 GMT -5
It was a rather dull night there in the Manor. The weather was relatively calm, and the house had been painstakingly quiet now that the holidays had passed. Granted, Nathanael had chosen not to participate in any of the activities, but still had kept a watchful eye from a distance. Most of those people that Will had brought here were not likely to be the type to want to socialize with a rum-loving former sailor anyway…
And many of them were woman who he knew he would have no hope of getting along with. In his experience, he’d found that the only decent woman he’d met was the one he called mum. The rest of them had tendency to be nothing but irritating witches that liked to use charm to tear a man down. A prime example of such was that pest Cerise, though as of late, Nate hadn’t come across her there at the Manor. He was actually starting to miss her in a sort of odd and bizarrely twisted way…
Having nothing better to do, Nate had drifted down into his secret little hide-away in order to have a bit of nice rum to pass the evening away. It was, after all, rather dull when one had to try to find a way to keep oneself amused through an eternity... When he arrived at his little basement bar, however, he found something he was not expecting…
Remaining but a bluish vapor, Nate gazed upon the sight, practically seething. There, sitting at a his bar, was a woman who seemed to have decided to help herself to some of his best rum. He was certain that he’d kept that hidden away behind the counter – and for good reason, too! It would seem though that he hadn’t hidden it well enough.
She seemed the modern type – probably one of those blasted villagers who came to poke around from time to time. The room began to grow deathly cold and damp as Nate slowly slipped behind her and began to draw the power from the young woman’s device she’d brought with her in order to manifest himself directly behind her. He was perfectly capable of drawing the required energy from other sources. However, Nathanael wanted to make a statement, and he wished for that statement to be quite clear…
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Post by Anna Chauncey on Feb 10, 2013 0:25:37 GMT -5
Anna's computer flickered. She hit the machine, giving it a piece of her mind. That thing was JUST charged! Why was it misbehaving?! There was a rugby match on, and she wanted to watch!....That must've been it. The computer was getting some revenge for Anna's abuse of it these past few days. Goddamned technology. It couldn't be trusted. It was all temperamental.
After Anna hit the computer, it seemed to be fine, and she smirked. Good, it decided to listen today. The smirk of triumph only lasted a moment, however, as at that point, her favourite rugby player with the brown eyes and the dark brown tousled hair took a topple and missed his catch. Anna swore loudly, leaping up from her chair in a fit. She swiftly aimed a kick at the bar, ramming her foot into it with such force, the contact stubbed her toe. She took a moment to register that she was in pain, but once it hit, she hopped comically up onto one foot, cradling her hurt foot in her hands.
"BULLOCKS, BULLOCKS, BULLOCKS, BULLOCKS, ARSE, FECK, SHITE, FECK!" Promptly, she sat back down in her chair, biting her lip and waiting for the pain to subside while she watched her handsome rugby player run off the field for some time with his coach. "Uuugh....Goddammit..."
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Feb 27, 2013 7:09:59 GMT -5
Nathanael let out a rather snide snicker as he saw the woman’s frustration at her electronic device. Oh, it was times like this that he absolutely adored the perks of being a ghost. He’d have his revenge for the insolent little thief stealing his private reserve, of that he was certain.
From the power of the laptop, he’d drawn enough energy to manifest himself directly behind her, nearly completely solid with a sort of bluish fog that trailed after his limbs whenever he moved them. He crossed his arms and rested them on his chest, looking at her with eyes narrowed as she watched the match.
When she leapt from her chair, she passed right through him and he couldn’t help but to flinch a little. He wasn’t sure that he’d ever really get used to that no matter how long he –er—unlived? He smirked though, raising an eyebrow when she hit her foot against the bar. Her reaction he found… amusing to say the least. He let out an audible chuckle when she began cursing in a strange cockney accent. He was certain she would hear his laughing (assuming she wasn’t far too wrapped up in watching the match), but it wasn’t as if he were particularly trying to hide from her. After all, he wanted her to see him. He wanted to scare the Hell out of her so that maybe she’d think twice before invading his bar and drinking his rum.
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Post by Anna Chauncey on Jul 8, 2013 0:02:55 GMT -5
As the players took a minute to rest, the noise from the laptop died down a bit and Anna heard something a bit unsettling...it sounded like laughter...She turned. There wasn't anyone in here, she was sure of it. But...but she could have sworn that she'd heard someone snickering.
"Oi, whoever's in here, show yourself!" Anna got up from her seat, treading carefully, trying not to make a whole lot of noise. She had a little pocketknife in her boot, but that wouldn't really do much good against someone much bigger than her. And, she had to be honest, a lot of people were bigger than her.
"I've got some rum out, if you're after a drink, mate..." Her eyes shifted from shadowy area to shadowy area, looking for any sign that someone was watching her.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Jul 16, 2013 11:26:38 GMT -5
Nathanael watched the woman intruder get up, seemingly spooked. Hopefully she would leave. Then he’d have to find a new, more secure location to stash his private collection of rums. She dared to be so stupid as to state the obvious I’ve got some rum out.
The former sailor rolled his eyes and then materialized behind her in a cloud of bluish smoke and stated in a deep baritone voice “Is this a habit of yours, breaking into other people’s things?”
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