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heyfreemagic2015-06-15 04:39 pm
panspermia) wrote in heyfreemagic2015-06-15 04:39 pm
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[When shadows are living forces and your city is under attack, it's no surprise that some people are driven to drink. Those newly brought into the city have been dragged into an unfamiliar place away from their homes, pushed into a fight they know nothing about, and saddled with abilities they likely never asked for. It's a lot to take in.
The go-to method for Greg is to avoid making waves and just try to get along with other, normal people, while someone else can handle the issue. Unfortunately, none of the normal people seem to be willing to get along. For all his efforts, he can barely get one-word responses out of the best of them, and general disdainful looks from all. Not to say it's an unfamiliar circumstance, but with everything else it's all too much to deal with right now.
Greg hasn't drunk a whole lot since the birth of his kid, but his kid's not here, which is a conflicting matter all its own. He's nursing a beer alone at a table, tuning his guitar softly. The rest of the barflies don't seem happy to have him there, since, well, they're presumably here to drink and forget about all these foreigners. Still, they accepted the few crumpled bills from his wallet without too much complaint.
They may have to get used to sharing the space, should anyone else feel like coming for some pressure release.]
The go-to method for Greg is to avoid making waves and just try to get along with other, normal people, while someone else can handle the issue. Unfortunately, none of the normal people seem to be willing to get along. For all his efforts, he can barely get one-word responses out of the best of them, and general disdainful looks from all. Not to say it's an unfamiliar circumstance, but with everything else it's all too much to deal with right now.
Greg hasn't drunk a whole lot since the birth of his kid, but his kid's not here, which is a conflicting matter all its own. He's nursing a beer alone at a table, tuning his guitar softly. The rest of the barflies don't seem happy to have him there, since, well, they're presumably here to drink and forget about all these foreigners. Still, they accepted the few crumpled bills from his wallet without too much complaint.
They may have to get used to sharing the space, should anyone else feel like coming for some pressure release.]
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Up and down the boulevard-
Their shadows searching
In the niiii~iight
[ God it's been years since he's been done enough with everything that he quit worrying about what he looked like to other people. They don't know him, they don't like him, they don't want him- so fuck dignity. He takes another swig, drumming on the table to keep the beat. ]
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Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin' somewhere in the nIIIIIIIIIGHT!
[Can you play a wicked guitar solo while acoustic because GREG IS GONNA TRY. Everyone in the bar is going to have fun whether they like it or not]