Wookie is sitting down on a stool. "Get me another hot chocolate please," she sees to the bar tender. She looks around the bar. Everything seems normal. Hey more people are here. She fixes her hat and walks over to the fire place were the people that just got here are.
She takes a seat on a chair next to them. "Hi!" she sees all cheery.
"Uh... Hi?" sees one of them.
"Your Ranger Hawk, right?"
"Yeah."
"And your Poems, right?"
"Yes."
One of the waiters show up and hands her the hot chocolate she ordered. "Thank you," She sees to the waiter. "So," she sees looking at them again, "what do you guys want to talk about?"
“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”
"Hmm, anything good," Hawk muses, fiddling with her iPod. "What sort of music do you guys listen to?"
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
gsppcrocks10 sighs and puts down her book. "It's so loud in here I can't hear myself think." She grumbled. She walks over to the fireplace. "Do you mind?" She asks, glancing at an empty chair.
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
Hawk looks around at the crowd around the fireplace that she unwittingly started.
Turns to Big_Cheesy_Grin. "So you're from England?"
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
"Well I pretty much listen to anything really." Ranger nods. "Well I'll leave you two talking if you feel like talking give me a ring," sees Wookie an gets up from her chair. Wookie starts walking around the bar looking for something to do. She sitts down on a sit close to a window watching the rain fall. The thunder roared. Everything was pretty quiet. Just the low sound of people talking. Then she starts hearing a familiar theme song. She looks up and sees a small TV in front of her. "OMG there giving Tom and Jerry!!!! Yay!!!!!!!" she sees very loudly. I really hope no one herd that...
“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”
"Pretty awesome, thanks." Grins. Turns to Ranger Hawk. "Oh, call me Grin, or Cheesy, if you like. It's easier to type. Just avoid Big." Looks round. "That counts for all. I'm a friendly person. I don't want you to all torment yourselves typing it all over again and again." Laughing. Has another drink. "Yeah, I'm from England. It sucks. The weather is really naff. I should move to Italy. I want to move to Italy."
Realises I don't speak any Italian.
"Darn!!!"
Sits back and enjoys the conversation.
EDIT: Ooh, poem? What poem?
"Ruth. She's alive because she is not dead, and junk." ~JoJo
"Okay Cheesy," Hawk replies, getting overwhelmed by all the conversations surrounding her. "I really want to visit England someday. See the castles, get to use my English accent without getting weird looks...things like that you know?" Laughter (or maybe it's just Hawk laughing). Awkward silence ensues, and Hawk turns to gsppcrocks10. "Can we hear your poem?"
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
FP walks into the tavern and glances over everyone there. He allows for a faint smile and walks over to the bar to order a drink. He asks for a root beer and leans against the back wall absorbing the atmosphere. "Sometimes I hate being the new comer."
Who is stronger; the one who never gets knocked down or the one who never stops getting back up?
Wookie walks over to the counter and orders another hot chocolate. It soothes the soul. "Trust me been their done that," she said taking a sip from her beverage.
“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”
Gsppcrocks10 glances up from her paper. "This? Roon wrote it. I'm going to head one of the chapters in my book with it." She passes the paper around. There’s a glass wall Between myself And I,
Which separates a Dream from A lie,
I stare into that Looking glass,
Wishing I could change places,
Wishing I could find that magical Wonderland,
Where I could be set free, Where I could lose Myself and I,
Where I could, For once, Be me. "What do you guys think?"
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
Answers Hawk first, because that's only fair... Americans trying to do English accents is funny... if you don't want to be a laughing stock, I would do your own accent. I like the American accents. You're American, right? The castles are awesome but http://news.bbc.co.uk/weather/ is not... have a look and you'll see what I mean.
Now then, poem. I'm sure I've seen that before. I loved it. Was it posted on YWS?
"Ruth. She's alive because she is not dead, and junk." ~JoJo
