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Post by sterre1 on Mar 12, 2013 20:21:02 GMT -6
| [atrb=border, 0, true] | TAGGED : CALLUM |
Blythe entered the town bar with a seldom seen slump in her shoulders and a few freshly placed bandages wrapped around her arm. Her gaggle of students was rowdier than usual today and one of them had accidentally slung a ball of white hot energy at her. The numbers of magical kids in town felt like they were increasing every year and she was only one teacher. While she was quite capable of handling the lot of them, she fancied the idea of having an aid around to keep an open eye when she had hers elsewhere.
"Callum, I have arrived with a thirst like no other and possess a fun story,"she chimed, trying to straighten out a bit as she made her way over to the counter to take a seat in her usual spot. By no means was the teacher a heavy drinker, but she believed that she deserved a little bit of something extra on the weekends.
Once situated in her place, she took a moment to inspect her arm. The burns weren't particularly terrible; one of the kids' magicks manifested in healing. They were able to clear away the burns just enough to not leave any terrible whelps or scaring. She was just going to live with some skin discolouration for a while.
"Fire may or may not be involved."
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by callum on Mar 13, 2013 13:08:20 GMT -6
[newclass=.poop]-webkit-transition:all 0.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.7s ease; -o-transition:all 0.7s ease; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4nfUiHH.png) no-repeat; width: 100px; height: 100px;[/newclass][newclass=.poop:hover]-webkit-transition:all 0.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.7s ease; -o-transition:all 0.7s ease; background: url(http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj194/commodore-sixty-four/icons/claire/RLnsU13s_zps7572bf79.jpg) no-repeat; width: 100x; height: 100px;[/newclass] | [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, height: auto;] It had been just another boring night at the tavern. Sepalum was pretty well-populated but some nights were just dull. This wasn't the big city, after all, where people went to bars and clubs to spend the whole night. This was just a tavern, where there was a steady dinner rush and then the customers usually petered out slowly until closing time. Most of the time he was the only one still around when that time came about, except for his guests who were usually soundly asleep in their beds.
His disposition changed, though, when Blythe walked in. It was always nice to have a friend around and he seemed to attract the most interesting of friends. They always had some story to tell him, whether it was Aveline's stories about the hospital or Hadia's stories about her excavations (and countless flirting tips, of course). Blythe came with stories from the school and her magical pupils, and it seemed like she had an interesting one to tell tonight. Callum also wondered why he seemed to make so many friends with women -especially if his flirting was as weird as Hadia said - but it was a fleeting thought and he pushed it away.
"It looks like you do," he said with a little smile and a short laugh as he poured her a drink, looking up at the bandage on her arm. Preparing her usual order he set a small square napkin down in front of her before placing the drink down on top of it, to cut down on water rings and such. He had to keep the place up, of course, or it would fall apart.
"Fire, huh?" he reiterated, leaning on the counter to take some stress off of his knee joints. He was going to need surgery by the time he was thirty-five with all the standing and lifting he had to do on a daily basis. Talk about getting old...he felt a lot older than he was. Maybe that's why he acted so immature at times.
"Well I'm dying to hear the story," he said, egging her on with a smile as he took a small sip from a glass of water he kept under the barkeeper's counter. As much as a stiff drink sounded good at the moment, drinking on the job wasn't really professional. Besides, stuff like that could only be snuck in when it was closer to closing. | [atrb=valign,top] tagged: blythe
words: 406
notes: I FINALLY BROKE 400 YESSSS made by habbue |
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Post by sterre1 on Mar 16, 2013 22:07:36 GMT -6
| [atrb=border, 0, true] | TAGGED : CALLUM
NOTES : I AM SO SORRY |
The bump and flash of the city and its various nightclubs didn’t appeal to Blythe. She was a small town kind of lady whose travels only brought her to towns that were even smaller. There was a stereotype that many magic folk preferred staying away from such crowed places and from her experience, she learned it was quite true. This was why she found herself in a place so far from how and why she always found sitting in the Baccar Inn and Tavern to be such a great pleasure.
Aiming an appreciative wink Callum’s way, she lifts the drink served to her with her good hand and takes a hearty sip to loosen her lips. Having a little something in her always made storytelling a bit easier, she thought. Where most would eventually end up slurring, she just gained the volubility that would make even the most talented of soothsayers envious. That is, until she got somewhere around her ninth drink. That was just when she got downright messy and she made it something to be known within her first year in this town. The last thing she would want is the title of town drunk.
”Hrm.. To begin, I should probably speak in the poor kid’s defense. He was a bit of trouble when he first came around to my class, but quickly reformed with some persuasion. It only took a week. I was proud,” she starts, placing her drink back on the counter. ”Most issues with him now are just his curiosity getting the best of him. That’s what happened when he ended up sending a fireball at me.”
Blythe pauses for a short moment to get her thoughts together. The little fire starter was much too nervous to explained what happened himself, which left the disciplinary staff to collecting multiple points of view from students to get everything collected; just a procedure to make sure that it wasn’t anything serious. This left Blythe with several pieces to put together in order to explain what happened up until she got burned.
”Alright. So, what kinds of lengths have you gone through to impress someone as a kid,” she asks with a wide smile. “Ever steal any signs or tip any cows?” [/b] [/div] CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE [/center] |
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Post by callum on Mar 17, 2013 18:24:45 GMT -6
[newclass=.poop]-webkit-transition:all 0.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.7s ease; -o-transition:all 0.7s ease; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4nfUiHH.png) no-repeat; width: 100px; height: 100px;[/newclass][newclass=.poop:hover]-webkit-transition:all 0.7s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.7s ease; -o-transition:all 0.7s ease; background: url(http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj194/commodore-sixty-four/icons/claire/RLnsU13s_zps7572bf79.jpg) no-repeat; width: 100x; height: 100px;[/newclass] | [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, height: auto;] He just laughed at bit as she winked at him, looking down almost...shyly? No, it couldn't be that. Callum was never shy around women. In fact he was almost the opposite of shy - most of the time he was too straightforward and ended up scaring women away while they thought he was a complete creep. But Blythe was different, apparently.
Callum listened intently as she spoke. He always enjoyed her stories, but he loved to listen to stories and talk about them in general. This one was proving to be interesting, anyways. Besides, it was about kids. As much as he could deny it, he had a soft spot in his heart for children and wanted some of his own, some day. Hopefully some day soon, because he wasn't getting any younger.
When she asked her question, he searched her eyes a bit quizzically. It was kind of a strange question, unless the kid was trying to impress someone in his class by lighting their teacher on fire. When that thought rolled through his mind he couldn't help but smirk, even though it was Blythe that had gotten hurt. It was kind of a funny thought, in a roundabout way. Really, it was just the way he had worded the thought in his head. Luckily he played it off as part of his response.
"Cow tipping? That's not all we do for fun around here," he laughed a bit, absentmindedly wiping up a few droplets from the counter with a rag that he had been holding for a little while. "I mean, I may or may not have tipped a fair amount of cows in my younger days, but...that was a long ass time ago, to be fair. And cow tipping isn't that impressive, y'know."
He chewed his lower lip a bit and stared into space as he thought for a moment. This was Callum Bine we were talking about, after all. The man had been trying to impress women from the day he figured out that women were attractive...probably before that time, even.
"Well, there was one time, but..." He cut himself off laughing, shaking his head a bit as a hand ran through his ginger locks. "It's a stupid story. I was just a kid." | [atrb=valign,top] tagged: blythe
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notes: *u* i love these two already made by habbue |
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