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Post by Queen Celestia on Feb 20, 2015 12:13:31 GMT -7
Ranging from the dark slums to the random off street "Shops" This is not a place for the faint of heart.
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Post by Broletarian on Mar 3, 2015 19:03:12 GMT -7
[Enter Aibne]
When Aibne had initially noticed that his surroundings were more dreary and dingy than they were a minute ago he thought he had entered an entirely different city. His gaze looked above the tattered buildings and to his surprise the Solar Palace was still there and indeed the rest of the skyline of Canterlot. To think of why such a glamouring city would have a small, rundown, section such as the place he was in baffled Aibne. However, his thoughts quickly turned back to the reason he had entered this area, to buy a cheap drink. Sure he could have gotten a decent one at the city market, but he didn't want to waste his fountain money in one place.
'If only I was quicker and there wasn't a bloody guard guarding the bloody fountain!' Thought Aibne, patting his overcoat pocket and noting the small handful of still wet bits inside it.
'In a place like this, heck, I'd probably be the richest man here!' He thought as he strode through the urban jungle of shanties, rotten buildings, and public squalor. The thought of being able to sit down and enjoy a drink by himself almost made it worth it to walk around the slums of the fair city. Though he did keep himself rather tight, fearing that if one thing on his person were loose some pickpocket would make short work of it.
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Post by steveismad on Mar 5, 2015 8:21:50 GMT -7
[Stephen "steve" Enters]
Steve knows this place well, too well according to him. The sight of half tattered buildings with thin walls and broken windows was always a discomfort for him, not because the lack of 'glamour' but how tacky the condition was for the people around this area. Steve knew a lot of blokes here and he could say with a honest heart that most people here deserve better, but what could he do more than give them discounts on his services?
He passed by alot of blokes and gave a "g'day" to everyone he passed by. He didn't recognize the bloke that carried a light brown, leather overcoat but he didn't give him much thoughts as he walked in to a bar called "Waterhole". That name is so unoriginal that it was genius.
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Post by Broletarian on Mar 5, 2015 13:30:22 GMT -7
Seeing pedestrians enter and exit a shabby looking building with the word "Waterhole" written on it didn't leave much to the imagination for Aibne. With some haste he made it to the pub, not wanting to linger in the depressing atmosphere for much longer. Thinking that the interior would be better than the exterior was a clear mistake for Aibne as he entered the packed establishment, heck, it was as though he was still outside being that the place had a fowl smell and appearance to it.
'All I need is one drink, then I'm out.' Thought Aibne. The people within weren't exactly the most savory looking, nor did they look like the kind of crowd that acts passively. Well except for one, a blacksmith by the looks of it. The sight came as a surprise being that the blacksmith looked like a fellow who could afford going to a more refined pub.
'Desperate times, I suppose.' He reasoned as he sat on one of the bar stools.
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Post by steveismad on Mar 5, 2015 14:03:38 GMT -7
Steve was sitting comfortably on a bar stool furthest away to the right close to the wall, it was his favorite place after all.
He took another generous sip of his room temperatured beer and then placed it down with a satisfied sigh. He quickly noticed the light-brown-leather-overcoat fellow he saw on the way here sitting down not too far away from him. By the looks of it he was just another poor soul who needed something to make him forget this worlds many problems.
"First time being here, eh?" Steve asked the coat wearing sir as he took another gulp of beer.
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Post by Broletarian on Mar 5, 2015 15:25:19 GMT -7
Aibne shot the smith a puzzled look, not really being the one to socialize. Once he realized he was the one the fellow was regarding he grunted and loosened up slightly.
"Aye." He grumbled as he stared ahead at the wall, "Is the beer as cheap as the establishment?" Aibne halfheartedly chuckled in a tone that was half sarcasm and half genuine curiosity. The place wasn't exactly five stars to Aibne, and he didn't want to spend much time here anyways.
"What's a well to-do fellow like yourself doing in a place like this? I'd imagine that there're dozens of other places to drink in the city..."
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Post by steveismad on Mar 5, 2015 15:45:20 GMT -7
Steve just chuckles at his newfound talking companion's remark and question.
"Ah yes, the refreshments here are cheap and so is the entertainment, for those who are lucky enough to be nothing more than audience that is." He took another sip and wiped the remaining beer on his lips away.
"And of course there are more, what does the fancy pants calls it? More 'adequate cocktail lounge' for such a gentleman as myself." He chuckled to himself at the last part of his fancy speak.
"Jokes aside, the only reason why I purchased refreshments here is just for the sake of... Helping those who work here."
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Post by Broletarian on Mar 5, 2015 17:56:06 GMT -7
Nodding to what the fellow next to him said, Aibne slouched over. He longer wanted to get a drink being that the only thing of real interest to him now was talking to the smith. The guy wasn't as unappealing as the other barflies and seemed to be genuinely civil.
"It breaks one's heart to see the struggles here..." The journeyman sighed and shifted a little in his seat and huffed, "I myself am going to be heading out of here quite fairly soon." He chuckled and patted his tool belt, though the only thing that made it a tool belt was that is was a belt that just so happened to have tools on it. Deep down he was prepping himself to go on a political rant if the opportunity so presented itself.
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Post by steveismad on Mar 5, 2015 18:04:33 GMT -7
"I'm afraid that I will be leaving myself quite soon.... if I don't find a 'Hilgly political influenced officer' or something inbetween, that is. Bloody rulers and thier bloody war..." He muttered to himself as he took another sip of his beer.
"But may I ask where my good sir are heading? And for what purpose?"
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Post by Broletarian on Mar 5, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -7
"I'm, hopefully, heading to Montfort for a job. Probably just going to be physical work, I only really took the job for money...don't get me started on rulers and royalty." Aibne sighed and mounted rested his head on his held up hand, recollecting the the fountain incident that happened earlier with the Sun warrior.
"I have half a mind to march up to the Queen herself and give her a piece of my mind." He grunted and looked to the smith, "By the way, name's Aibne. You can call me 'Abe' though." His hand stretched out to the fellow.
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Post by steveismad on Mar 5, 2015 18:34:39 GMT -7
"Nice to make your acquaintance" He said as he stretched out his hand and gave Abe a firm handshake.
"You may call me Steve." He said with a smile. "And I do hope you'll get the best job they can offer. Would Have offered you a job myself, if it wasn't for the situation I am currently in." A touch of annoyance could be seen in Steves eyes as he drank up the last drops of beer.
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Post by Broletarian on Mar 5, 2015 18:48:28 GMT -7
Aibne laughed and replied, "You could always not do what they say. Better to get arrested than to serve in the war. Seems there's a lot of things in this city that are illegal." Aibne got up and then seemed to be frozen in thought. He stood still for a few minutes before he turned to Steve with a semi-serious look on his dreary face.
"We could protest...go on strike, you know..." Aibne's tone seemed to suddenly lack any sign of jesting or halfheartedness. His gaze was that of equal to the tone of his voice and he waited for Steve's response.
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Post by steveismad on Mar 5, 2015 19:04:34 GMT -7
Steve gave out a sad sigh as he placed away the empty mug and stood up as he placed his hand on Abe's shoulder.
"Abe, when three strong nations goes to war, followed by idealists and people who serve their chosen leader blindly... There will be nothing the common folk can do about it except to either serve or wait and hope they survive. In war, it's not about who's morally or logically right, only about who's left."
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Post by Broletarian on Mar 5, 2015 19:21:17 GMT -7
Aibne's face adopted a look of slight disgust as he moved Steve's hand off his shoulder. He glared and seemed to almost be boiling with anger.
"You think might will make right? Well I don't know about you, but I want this bloody spat between nations to end! It's ideas like that that's caused this war to last nine long years!" He buttoned up his coat and began heading to the door of the bar. Before he exited he turned to Steve and gave a final word.
"I won't sit around waiting for the victor to wave their flags and neither should you! Unless you want this war to linger on for another nine years!" With that said, Aibne took his leave from the bar storming into the streets. His shoved his hands deep into his pockets and had a scowl locked on his face as he advanced down the slums, looking for some means as to get back to the non-poor section of the city. His mind raging with thoughts of anger from Steve's words.
[Exit Aibne]
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Post by steveismad on Mar 5, 2015 19:26:16 GMT -7
Steve simply sat down on the bar stool once more.
"Aye" he muttered to himself. "That's what my parents used to say too." And with that, he ordered another beer.
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