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 Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 4:39 am
Although popular. Glasgow's Merchant City is not the safest place to be later at night. Full of shops, theatres, venues, bars, retaurants but still a residential area.
So far, the locations around this area are:
Hyo Ryer's studio flat
Sean Smiths' flat
The Restaurant, Hyo Ryer's work place.
The Tavern - Bar, Seans place of work
The Tavern is local bar/pub type place located in the merchant city. It's not classy, nor is it your typical dive. It's actualy an ok place. The outside is painted red, with 'The Tavern' written in gold across the top above the doors. Inside is dark and dingy, yet comforting. Smoke lingers in the air as you step foot inside. There are table with comfy sofas and individual seating arrangements. Amongst these sofas and tables is a small stage. Mainly used for kareoke and what not, but those who can play can usualy get a gig here...its small, but hey.
Those who work at the Tavern usualy where a white shirt and black trousers with a small name bade. The actual bar is located in the middle of the building.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:04 pm
AT HYO's HOUSE
Laken watched as the small one went through some letters, his head jeking to the side slightly as he tried to see what the other was up to. Hyo suddenly gave him the paper and pointed at the phone number. Wow, he did nothing for this, he was a trouble from the start and the guy was being so nice... no wonder his gaydar wasn't tingling, the restaurant boy... that is, man... was too nice to be a gay guy, too nice.
"Thank you" he smiled surprised, folding the paper and stuffing his pocket with it. "I will... i mean, i need to find out how to .... get to the police... and stuff." he said confused as he wasn't exactly sure what to do. "I'll give you a call."
The grey eyed one wanted to say the older, but shorter, guy's name but already he couldn't remember it. It was embarassing but Laken was used to it by now. His brother was always the one who would remember the names, Laken was the one who wasn't evil... he rather not be evil then remember names.
"Thanks again... i'm sorry i fell asleep and all." he stood up from his seat and paced towards the door, looking around, catching Hyo's eyes in the process. He reached out his hand. "Well... goodbye then..." he smiled.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:17 pm
Hyo tried to suppress all of his stupid blushing, when Laken held out his hand Hyo shook it very briefly then let go. He shouldn't feel so weird he had after all fallen asleep on this mans shoulder, then again maybe that was why it was weird.
"G..Goodbye, hope to see you again."
Hyo stood still for a moment before remembering himself and rushed over to open the door for Laken. He hoped Laken would call Hyo didn't really know that many people, the restaurant took up so much of his time.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:28 pm
As Hyo opened the door, Laken noticed someone sleeping there, by the door. What a weird place the city was... his dad said that so many times and he never believed him, but a guy sleeping by someone's door was very strange.
"Do you know him?" Laken whispered, for some reason not wanting to wake the boy up. He jumped over him and smiled at Hyo. "I'll see you yeah...?" he rhetorically asked, walking away down the stairs.
Damn it, what a week. Whatelse could happen? He moved with a very strange guy, got robberd on the street, long Jackie, his money, his phone, slept at someone elses flat, jumped over a boy who was sleeping by the stairs... man, the b*****d, his father, was right after all.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:47 pm
Hyo had been so busy watching Laken leave he hadn't noticed the boy until he was pointed out to him. Taking the lead from Lakens whisper Hyo just shook his head and frowned. Okay, never had this before. Maybe he got locked out of is flat? Hyo smiled, feeling rather more comfortable with the situation. Probably just went on a bender and lost his keys. All the same he put the chain on the door but left it open so he could ask talk to the, when they woke up.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 2:44 pm
Hyos home - Joining in
((i am changing it slightly from what we rped on DA))
Toshi was so tired, so tired in fact he found that he had fallen asleep in front of someone's home. He normaly tried not to, it was such an inconvenience, for both himself and the person who lived there. But he was just so tired, he just had to crash.
Gently and slowly he began to wake. At least that's what his mind told him to do. Something was nagging, like there were people hovering around him or something like that. He rubbed his eyes from sleep and blinked a few time, though he was barely awake. Glancing around he was sure he saw someone leaving, maybe even heard him leave. Perhaps he should as well.
Sighing he yawned and slowly brought his body up and into a standing position, leaning against the wall. He managed to maintain it for a few seconds. He found himself overpowered by sleep and slid back down to the floor where he remained...though still half awake and half asleep.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 2:24 pm
[The Tavern]
Sean yawned as leaned across the bar. The night was quiet, dull and somewhat dead. The usual punters weren't here, maybe they found somewhere else to drink...Nah, not likely. Probably just got ill or something.
He finished cleaning the glass that he had been working on for the last 5 minutes, apparently boredom sets in real quick. Shifting everything aside he pulled up a stool and allowed himself a quick break, it wasn't like anything was going anywhere. Waiting eagerly, he watched the clock. He had about half an hour to kill til his 'shift' ended and he got his stage time. Technically he was still working, but this part he enjoyed. The Tavern was about the only place that had agreed to let him play after his shifts, so he was fairly happy.
He watched the clock like a hawk. Midnight couldn't come any quicker. His eyes went from the doors, where one rather pathetic guard sat, to where his guitar lay. How he loved his guitar, how he loved music. Every time it came anywhere close to his stage time he got anxious and tugged at the shirt sleeve. All he could think about was playing...though if he supervisor caught him drifting, she would be well pissed at him.
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