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arcanarumlogs2012-03-20 08:09 pm
soulofaginger) wrote in arcanarumlogs2012-03-20 08:09 pm
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[open] What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Who: G and whoever
When: Teusday, September 20, early evening
Where: The pub
What: After Lapo leaving and Spade's arrival G's giving into his pirate instincts and just gets smashed.
Warnings: G being grumpier than usual... and drunk... also his vocabulary...
G had spent the past few days scouring the island looking for Lampo, and hunting down Spade to try to either find out what happened to Lampo or just beat him up to blow off some steam. Unfortunately, both goals ended in failure.
The whole thing left a sour taste in his mouth. Lampo went back to a ring that was going to eventually be destroyed, as had Giotto, and now Spade was here. He had no direction to move forward in, and every day just seemed to droll on in the same monotonous fashion. Ugetsu and Madoka had been a saving grace but he wasn't needed anywhere. He had nothing to do.
It was no different than being bound in the ring again, only in the ring he at least had a purpose.
Thus he had made his way to the pub to take a load off, and hopefully get himself drunk enough to forget the world existed for a while. Seemed like a good enough solution for now at any rate.
When: Teusday, September 20, early evening
Where: The pub
What: After Lapo leaving and Spade's arrival G's giving into his pirate instincts and just gets smashed.
Warnings: G being grumpier than usual... and drunk... also his vocabulary...
G had spent the past few days scouring the island looking for Lampo, and hunting down Spade to try to either find out what happened to Lampo or just beat him up to blow off some steam. Unfortunately, both goals ended in failure.
The whole thing left a sour taste in his mouth. Lampo went back to a ring that was going to eventually be destroyed, as had Giotto, and now Spade was here. He had no direction to move forward in, and every day just seemed to droll on in the same monotonous fashion. Ugetsu and Madoka had been a saving grace but he wasn't needed anywhere. He had nothing to do.
It was no different than being bound in the ring again, only in the ring he at least had a purpose.
Thus he had made his way to the pub to take a load off, and hopefully get himself drunk enough to forget the world existed for a while. Seemed like a good enough solution for now at any rate.
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Memories they had brought were less than pleasant and some of them, less than new.
As it is, he'd found his way to another place he'd failed to find before.
With only his cane and his wits about him (for once), the almost hermit-like Renne finds the door to this pub, knocks -- reminds himself -- then trails inside.
"Hellow."
The almost funny part is that half the time he gives a call, he doesn't care that there's only a fifty percent chance of company.
S-sorry he's being such a big ball of hate and angst!! DX
He arrived in the pub with the sole purpose of getting plastered enough so that he could forget the world and everyone in it existed for a bit. After all, blacking out drunk was probably the most similar state he could get to the mild awareness of being in the ring.