The Water Hole

[Hunter For A Smile]

I figure that if you have problems, you go to the Chaplain's Office. But if you have nothing better to do, and nothing to say except what is said to shoot the breeze (because all breezes must be shot), then you wander on down to the Water Hole.

I'll leave the big problems to the higher ups - being a low-ranking officer has some advantages - but the bar fights I think I can handle.

So, haave anything to say? Let's hear it. Current events, everyday woes, who's RP is cooler and better... whatever. So, C'mon, then, Express Yourself.  

[Hunter For A Smile]

First random thought of the ..... ah, thread? day? ~shrug~

Perhaps I should consider writing a book, or at least a shorter diserotation(sp) entitled, "Life Amongst Dragons".

I may have to study a bit of behavioral psychology, but it could be interesting, nonetheless. Dragons, or rather those born under the astral zodiac of dragons, I have found, to be implaceable individuals. Difficult at the best of times, and impossible at the worst.

Any thoughts? perhaps some observations of other zodiacs?  

[Hunter For A Smile]

So I had another bit of thought... or rather several thoughts... but I'll keep it short and simple enough.

I was going through the Shops, and noticed that with a new windfall of wealth that I had found that I ought to at least be able to indulge myself a little... so I went on a small spree, and as I did, I figured I'd adjust my dress style.... again.

I can't say that others' styles haven't influenced me. but I can't help but feel like either a survivor of Raccoon City, or at least ready enough to face down an army of zombies.... xd

anyway... I've also noticed that my chatter thread is not bringing in much success. Well, hopefully someone will come soon, otherwise I'll just be talking to myself. And as healthy as I might think that is, my therapist would very likely argue otherwise... [NOTE: this is a joke, as I do not currently have a therapist.]  

[Hunter For A Smile]

Hunter looks around the room. It's been modeled after a pub of respectectable, if moderate size. It's modestly furnished with tables, chairs, benches, and bar stools.

A board for darts hangs almost forlornly against one wall. A cabinet set against one wall has a series of stacked boards good for chess, checkers, reversi, and even stones. A series of pouches sit beside the boards each with accompanying pieces necessary for such games. Beside those pouches there is even a selection of card decks, and leather dice cups with dice enough for any number of gambling games.

Hunter frowns. Though not at the lack of activity in his little establishment. The frown is more for himself - is it really only now that he realizes he's been talking to himself? No; he realized that even while he was talking. The frown might have even been for the simple fact that there is no one to speak back. it's a lonely fact, and deserves a frown, no matter how momentary.  

[The God-sent Sniper]

Sits down at the bar. "VODKA!" I call.  

[OMFG INSANITY]

Looking around the room, Insanity looks down.

"Pfft, what happened to all the Durem pride from the Water Festival?" She thinks bitterly. "I thought this place would be lively as hell.... wait that makes no sense."

Insanity sighs and flops down onto one of the rusty old bar stools. She glances around and sees someone she's never seen before.

"What happened to the army? We never talk anymore. And the one or two people I do see in this dusty old place weren't in the army..." Insanity curses inwardly. She takes another look around and is shocked to see an old friend.. she thinks?

"He didn't look like that the last time I saw him, even though it has been two years...." she mutters under her breath. She then decides to call out to this stranger.

"Ay, Hunter what the hell happened to your hair, lose a brawl with a lawnmower?"  

[Hunter For A Smile]

A barteneder, not much different from the one seen in the film 'The Shining', appears with a ghostly silence and pours out the requested drink for The God-sent Sniper. The same bartender than leans against the bartop, and waits for anything else.

Hunter leans back in his chair. Well, at least there were finally som signs of life. That was something in itself. "True," he says simply, "Hell is not a place you would find life. But its not boring there, either."

He couldn't speak from experience; the afterlife was just what it was.... after life. And since he was still counted amongst the living....

Hunter spares a glance at Insanity. A ghost of a smirk seems like it wants to appear, but the quality of the smirk is still unseen. "I felt like I needed the change. Not that the mentioned lawnmower didn't get what was coming to it. How are ya, girl?" If a frown could still be a smirk, without loosing its quality, that would be the most apt for what appeared on Hunter's face.