The entire day throughout, if described, would have been marked as uneventful. A few patrons continued to linger around in the bar even after all their caps had been snatched up from the eccentric bartender. He acknowledged that once all the booze withered away from their thick skulls, the few hang-ons would disappear.
He would never hesitate to claim that he severely disliked the crowds. Not at all. The run-away mouths that jabbered on about complete utter non-sense, the ghoulettes that blared their laughter at unfunny jokes, the ghouls that latched on to said females in their desperate action to get laid. All the things only a drunk-minded ghoul would tolerate.
He also didn't care for the casual 'friend' that would mosey on over to Charon's corner of the room and initiate conversation that he wouldn't allow himself to engage in what-so-ever. Due his contract.
The only true excitement that came from the notorious bar was that piece of scum ghoul that wanted more from his caps. He tried to hustle his way in for more liquor. Of course, once the ghoul became violent, that was when Charon had an excuse to use his incredible force to handle the angered costumer. A few blows to the head, and a barrel down someone's throat always managed to settle a violent dispute.
He hadn't expected much from the evening either. He closed his eyes and perched himself up against the wall. He felt an itch on his sore back. He used the roughness of his gun and his outfit to scratch away the uncomfortable feeling. He relaxed and sighed with relief.
That was when a smoothskin approached the already half open bar doors. Charon noticed the figure right away, and re-positioned himself on the wall so he appeared more bodyguard-like again. She huffed and puffed when she walked inside the place, as though she jogged all the way up here. Her light colored skin shined with beads of sweat, and her face was remarkably clean with only speckles of dirt on her cheekbones. Her hair clung to the sides of her face and forehead, and her body screamed 'sleep deprivation'.
She strode in the bar after she carefully eyed the area. She noticed the red haired ghoul as he kept note of every movement she made. He didn't bat an eyelash at her contorted face when she calculated how aggressive he seemed to be with his scowl. If only she knew he wasn't upset that the human was there, but actually highly curious of that innocent young girl. Her presence was out of place here.
He watched as she eloquently seated herself down on the barstool. That was when he noticed the clothing item that looked similar to a jacket tugged around her waist. The material was an apparent blue color, with numbers imprinted on the back of it.
Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 7/?
The entire day throughout, if described, would have been marked as uneventful. A few patrons continued to linger around in the bar even after all their caps had been snatched up from the eccentric bartender. He acknowledged that once all the booze withered away from their thick skulls, the few hang-ons would disappear.
He would never hesitate to claim that he severely disliked the crowds. Not at all. The run-away mouths that jabbered on about complete utter non-sense, the ghoulettes that blared their laughter at unfunny jokes, the ghouls that latched on to said females in their desperate action to get laid. All the things only a drunk-minded ghoul would tolerate.
He also didn't care for the casual 'friend' that would mosey on over to Charon's corner of the room and initiate conversation that he wouldn't allow himself to engage in what-so-ever. Due his contract.
The only true excitement that came from the notorious bar was that piece of scum ghoul that wanted more from his caps. He tried to hustle his way in for more liquor. Of course, once the ghoul became violent, that was when Charon had an excuse to use his incredible force to handle the angered costumer. A few blows to the head, and a barrel down someone's throat always managed to settle a violent dispute.
He hadn't expected much from the evening either. He closed his eyes and perched himself up against the wall. He felt an itch on his sore back. He used the roughness of his gun and his outfit to scratch away the uncomfortable feeling. He relaxed and sighed with relief.
That was when a smoothskin approached the already half open bar doors. Charon noticed the figure right away, and re-positioned himself on the wall so he appeared more bodyguard-like again. She huffed and puffed when she walked inside the place, as though she jogged all the way up here. Her light colored skin shined with beads of sweat, and her face was remarkably clean with only speckles of dirt on her cheekbones. Her hair clung to the sides of her face and forehead, and her body screamed 'sleep deprivation'.
She strode in the bar after she carefully eyed the area. She noticed the red haired ghoul as he kept note of every movement she made. He didn't bat an eyelash at her contorted face when she calculated how aggressive he seemed to be with his scowl. If only she knew he wasn't upset that the human was there, but actually highly curious of that innocent young girl. Her presence was out of place here.
He watched as she eloquently seated herself down on the barstool. That was when he noticed the clothing item that looked similar to a jacket tugged around her waist. The material was an apparent blue color, with numbers imprinted on the back of it.
101...
His eyes widened. Someone from the vault?