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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 17, 2009 22:43:08 GMT -5
    Rare was the afternoon in which Nickolas found himself out of his manor of late, as the sun had been making it's presence known more frequently. The patterns of rain had let up as was usually the case in August, and this detail made it rather hard for a nightwalker to come out in the light of day. Business ventures allowed an opportunity to take time off from...doing whatever it was he did, and after meeting with a couple informants, he found himself in the Leaky Cauldron.
Diagon Alley and a trip back into London were both out of the question for the time being due to the intense afternoon sunlight, so in spite of a desire to leave, he was stuck. Taking a table in the corner - where the shadows were the strongest, though that said very little - he called for a rare mug of firewhiskey and settled back to wait. Ignoring the sounds of the other ocupants in the room, he leaned back in his seat and folded his hands behind his head, closing his eyes to block everything else out. TAG TO: Astrid Black
WORD COUNT: 184
MUSIC: Cyanide - Metallica
MUSE: Feeble. -__-
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Sept 17, 2009 22:49:24 GMT -5
 she wears high heels, i wear sneakers [/size][/font] she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers[/size][/font] •• ¤ •• ¤ •••• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ ••
Astrid opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron and slid in, going straight to the bar. She was hoping that it wasn't a day where the bar catered only to adult patrons, because she was in the mood for some cider, and as her father didn't show any sign of budging from whatever he was next door doing (Astrid had no idea and didn't really care,) there was nowhere else to obtain said drink.
She smiled sunnily at the bartender who stared at her suspiciously. "I'll take a glass of cider, please." He nodded, still looking at her oddly, and went to go get her glass. When she had it in her hand, Astrid went to get a table. Sirius knew where she was, and he could come get her when he was done. People watching here would certainly be a lot more interesting than waiting for her dad.
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 18, 2009 0:52:59 GMT -5
One thing never failed to catch Nick's attention, and that was footsteps - especially those of the variety that sounded as if they were coming his way. Stifling an irritated sound somewhere between a snarl and a hiss, he opened his eyes to see what the disturbance was. A girl he didn't remember seeing before had come into the pub, and had gotten a glass of..something. Obviously it would be non-alcoholic, though it reminded him that his firewhiskey still hadn't been brought over.
Deciding to remedy that because he never tolerated having to wait on anything, he stood smoothly and walked around the table, passing the girl as he walked up to the bar. Rather than give the old bartender a tongue lashing as he normally would have, Nick drew several galleons out of his jeans pocket and slid them across the wooden surface until they clanked into several bottles that were sitting on the bar.
"I believe I ordered a firewhiskey about ten minutes ago?" He stated rather smoothly, not implying it as a question even though it could be construed as such. "And I would appreciate having it handed over." It was obvious he meant business, and it took two minutes for him to get the mug in hand and walk back over to his secluded table, slinking back into the shadows - in both a literal and metaphoric sense. TAG TO: Astrid Black
WORD COUNT: 232
MUSIC: Dance With the Devil - Breaking Benjamin
MUSE: Same as before.
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Sept 18, 2009 0:59:12 GMT -5
she wears high heels, i wear sneakers [/size][/font] she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers[/size][/font] •• ¤ •• ¤ •••• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ ••
Astrid couldn't help but snicker as she observed the tall man demand his drink. He obviously didn't come here often- the bartender had the memory of a bird. Astrid had followed her father here many times, and still the old man didn't remember her. The only way to get your drink was to stand there, staring at him until he handed it over, because once you were out of sight, you were clearly out of mind. Oh well. The guy needed to loosen up anyway.
Doing her best to be discreet, Astrid watched the man return to his seat curiously. She took a drink of her cider, her blue eyes trained to him. He looked familiar, but Astrid knew she had never seen him in her life. Still, it was rude to stare, so instead she got up, going over to the table.
"Excuse me." She asked politely, still watching him. Do I know you?"
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 18, 2009 1:26:31 GMT -5
Drawn again out of his thoughts when the same girl from before suddenly came over to the table - his table - Nick shook his jacket sleeve out and over his hand. Closed in his fist was a vial of blood, and he had been just about to pour it in his mug. He could drink it straight, but putting blood in everything he drank for so long had become a hard habit to break.
"I don't think so." He replied evenly to the girl's question, studying her with a passive expression. There was something familiar now that he saw, something that he couldn't quite pinpoint. While mildly irritated at being interrupted, he had to give this one credit for being brave enough to approach a complete stranger -though of course she would have no idea what a mistake it was to approach someone with his..condition. TAG TO: You know who. xP
WORD COUNT: 146
MUSIC: Indestructible - Disturbed
MUSE: Meh..
NOTES: N/A |
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Sept 18, 2009 1:40:56 GMT -5
she wears high heels, i wear sneakers [/size][/font] she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers[/size][/font] •• ¤ •• ¤ •••• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ ••
Astrid looked like she might accept that answer, but then she paused, shaking her head. "It's just... you look really familiar. Maybe you're related to someone I know. May I ask your name?" Normally she would have dropped it when he said he didn't know her, but he looked so alike someone that she knew if she didn't get the information now, she'd drive herself crazy for weeks. "I'm Astrid Black." She added as an afterthought, remembering her manners.
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 18, 2009 2:29:00 GMT -5
Black. Just the mention of that name was enough to make Nick's blood boil - though of course, he didn't let any sign of that show in his outward appearance. He acted as if the revelation of her identity didn't phase him - but it did. Standing in front of him was his niece, and he could now see and place the similarities in her to Madison - and to Sirius. While he wanted nothing more than to get up and leave rather than deal with this, he stayed where he was - and actually decided to answer.
"Nickolas Baxter, and I suspect you might recognize my name as well. I'm your mother's twin brother." His tone was perfectly calm, and he even gave a brief smile - one that didn't show teeth. There was no need for him to let onto that, as he might find some use out of this relative. "And I also assume your parents or busy, else you wouldn't be here alone." There was nothing accusing in the words, and he acted as if merely commenting. TAG TO: Astrid
WORD COUNT: 181
MUSIC: None
MUSE: No need to repeat
NOTES: None |
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Sept 18, 2009 10:09:40 GMT -5
she wears high heels, i wear sneakers [/size][/font] she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers[/size][/font] •• ¤ •• ¤ •••• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ ••
"But that's impossible! You're dead!" Astrid blurted before turning pink. "Sorry. Obviously you're not dead." After all, he was sitting in front of her. She couldn't help but peer curiously at him- this was the mysterious uncle that her family refused to discuss, though Astrid had no idea why. Then again, her family had also led her to believe he was dead, when he clearly wasn't.
She shuffled her feet uncomfortably, not really sure what the protocol for dealing with a previously dead uncle was. "Dad's next door." Astrid admitted quietly, her voice almost shy.
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 21, 2009 11:12:06 GMT -5
"Obviously I'm not." Nick agreed with a barely-masked smile of amusement, leaning back in his seat. "My..death was a rather interesting and unfortunate mistake, one easily remedied." Explaining in spite of no need to actually do so, he motioned across the table as an indication for her to sit down. "While your father is busy, perhaps you should wait here. Unless, of course, you already had something in mind."
He wouldn't make her stay, but offered the option as a good idea - and for him, it would be. Damage control went a long way in fixing one's image, and when the one to which fixing an image towards would prove useful, it was a very good idea to pursue.
TAG TO: Astrid
WORD COUNT: 120
MUSIC: None
MUSE: N/A
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Sept 24, 2009 18:22:35 GMT -5
she wears high heels, i wear sneakers [/size][/font] she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers[/size][/font] •• ¤ •• ¤ •••• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ ••
Astrid stared at him, her eyes wide. He had rose from the dead? But that was impossible! Or was it? Curiousity getting the better of her, Astrid sat down across from her uncle and placed her cup of cider on the table. "Um... sure." She didn't know how long her father was going to be, and her uncle was certainly more interesting right now.
"How did you do it? Raise from the dead, I mean." She asked, leaning in and staring at him in fascination.
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