The Tavern (A past RP)

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Genevieve gets a kettle of water and walks into the kitchen, putting it on the stove. She set a glass next to it, with some leaves in it. She gets a bottle of ale from the shelf and pours it into a glass, sipping it slowly. She nods to the new entrant and fetches the kettle as it whistles. Genevieve pours a bit of the water into the glass with the leaves and walks to the front room, handing the glass to Alberon.

"There you go.." She retakes her seat on the empty couch and sips her ale, and nods to the new comer again.
 
I nod in return. As I sip my drink i walk back over to the sitting area where the other two are. "So may I ask who you two are?" I ask politely. I then sip my drink again and wait for one of them to reply.
 
I nodded my gratitude, saying at the same time "thanks." I looked over at the newcomer myself, discerning what I could about him from observation befor I actually spoke to him.
 
"I'm Genevieve.. And you are?" She narrows her eyes slightly, and sips her ale. She glances over at Alberon, then picks up a cracker and munches on it, eyeing the new one.
 
I took a slow sip of my tea as I asked "Indeed, I would like to know."
 
"I? I"m Matt" I said simply searching him over with my eyes, i could tell he had very little money on him. "Unfortunate," I mumbled ot myself.
 
I picked it up, my condition added a good bit to my senses. I replied quickly "I'm Alberon. And what's unfortunate?"
 
"Whatever" I replied, returning to my tea although I kept an eye on Matt.
 
Gene forces a smile and pops another cracker into her mouth. She watches Matt quietly, her hands twitching slightly.
 
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OOC: I'm takin over joe's charcters as you may have seen.

IC: I noticed the two others were wery of me as they should be i mean look at my past look at what I am... I then grabbed a cracker form the plate that everyone else was eating from. "So what do you two do for a living anyway?"
 
"Umm... Nothing, really. Just a pick-pocket." Genevieve shrugs and re-positions herself on the couch, so she is now sitting on her legs, with her hands lightly resting in her lap.

(( Sorry it's short, I'm trying to do eight things at once... ))
 
Name: Nichole
Race: elf
Age: 140
Height: 5'2''
Eye color: blue
Hair color: blond
Skin color: white
Primary class:horse rider
Primary weapon: bow and arrows
More information: always with my white horse and have a deep connection with horses.
 
(( Since there're so many types of elves, would you pick one? Since there's the horse thing, I would say Wood Elf. ))
 
"Me" I said casually, leaaning back "well, society doesn't quite accept me so I make a living out in the wilds. I'm a ranger." Popping a slice of cheese in my mouth, I asked the newcomer "And what'd you do?"
 
"I? I... I take what come my way you could say I don't have a career persay but I get by" You could see the twinkle in my eye as i said it.
 
"I gotcha" I said just as slyly, winking briefly.
 
I was glad he understodd what i had said i hated when i had to speel things out for people. "Yes" I then made myself a cracker sandwich with cheese and pepperoni in it.
 
(( They couldn't process meat into peperoni, yet. Just a slice of deer meat ^^ ))

Genevieve munches on her cracker and looks between the two, feeling a bit left out.

'The newcomer is horrid,' she thought. 'He musn't stay.. I could.. dispose of him. Oh, no, I couldn't do that... But I really don't like him... Gah...'

(( In the ' and the ' is thoughts, not directed to anyone, only herself. ))
 
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