<div id="awesomeboxtime!" style="width:350; border: 1px solid; border-color:tan; padding:2px; padding-top:21px; overflow:auto"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:tan'>locale | the Rage timestamp | Mia 12 81383 private | for Enalska rating | (not yet defined.) notes | My first roleplay in a long time! So please feel free to point any mistakes I might have made. Thanks -- -- Tausrals Umpsena Tausrals knew. He knew as soon as he reached the doorman, who let the pale 'dragon in only after a small, but necessary, bribe. He knew, but this didn't stop him from walking in the door, steps a little too stiff, eyes a little too focused, face a little too wrinkled for the scene into which he was trying to blend. First off, Taus was too old. Even without appearing older than he was, 32 was getting a bit mature for this type of place, from those he saw around him. Taus's unremarkable eyes were lined with pre-mature wrinkles and dark marks, his maw a bit scarred, his cheeks a little too gaunt. The high angles of the flashing lights didn't exactly help, rather, they turned the shallow valleys of his face to deep crevices. Taus sighed, swallowed a bit of nervous phlegm, and strode onto the dancefloor. Wait, dancing? Did he even know how to dance? The last time Taus had busted a move it had been because of an archaeological discovery, and, thank the gods, no one had been there to see it. But the bass wasn't just a sound, it was a feeling, and it reverberated off the floor, slick with sweat, up Taus's legs. Maybe he could do this. The mass of bodies was thick as Taus moved, in time but off kilter, awkward and aged, a misfit on the dancefloor. A lanky thill in a lacy getup, with streaked hair and reeking of perfume, ground up against him, not even bothering to look at his face first. For a moment, Taus stopped, feeling oddly seasick, a rock in an ocean of movement. Was this the kind he wanted? Did he feel any less lonely with the soft fur of this unknown thill brushing against him? Didn't she even want to know his name? No, Taus thought. No, this was not right. This was more desperate then even he. The thought made him sick, and he stumbled over to the bar like a drunkard, regretting already his attempt at socialization. The Rage. Honestly, what had he been thinking? With a name like that, he should have known it would be bad news. And the fact that he had to bribe the doorman? <span style='color:teal'>I'lva tea, any tea, if you've got it.</span> The bartenders look was priceless. His mouth slowly formed 'tea', and his eyebrows lowered into a continuous line. Taus made a list quickly. Benefits of alc-ing it up now: possibility of being able to mingle, possibility of succeeding in getting a companion for the night. Drawbacks: having to clean up the puke that would be sure to get on his carpets, the possibility of succeeding in getting a companion for the night.Taus sighed, kicked himself for his cowardice. A reasonable man fears failure, but who fears success? <span style='color:teal'>How about water? Just, you know, water. That'd be fine.</span> The bartender snorted loudly, slid him a glass of lukewarm water. Taus took a small sip, and made a face. It tasted like iron. Taus knew this night was doomed. It had been from the start.</span></span></div>
I'll just be right here, ... standing behind you... grinning.... dude yer post like inspired me... that never happens sdfjkldg xD <table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Wow, he really did find himself coming back to this place often. And all he did was sit and mope at the bar, drinking away his sorrows and worries. Sure, Garret was nice, but he guessed he didn't feel ready to be tied down yet. The job was great, but the guy was coming on awfully hard... so he had to get away when he could, come back to the Rage, drink, go back, deal with a hangover and then do other stuff. A pitiful existence, really. He had the looks, but not quite the outgoing personality one had to have in a club like this. But then, of course, when someone did notice him, he didn't quite like the brash-drunken attitude of some horny stranger just looking for a good one night stand. It was always a pain in the ass to shoo them off to harass someone else, which they did willingly after discovering they couldn't get anything out of him. Sighing quietly, Eirik picked up his shot glass and emptied it quickly with a straight face that had grown used to the numbing, bitter taste of alcohol. His large ears twitched at the sound of a fellow a few seats from him asking for tea. A silly thing to ask for at a club indeed, but after the barkeep gave him a displeased but then amused look, he got the water he had ordered. For a moment, he thought he'd run back into Roland, but after a curious look to the arden he realized that it was just another stranger. A horridly misplaced man who looked older than his years, nervous and regretting his decision to come here. See now, that's someone Eirik could relate to. Another nervous guy, though old, seemed like the perfect person to make friends with tonight. Someone to talk to since it'd be easier... it was always easier talking to someone like himself since they had a little something in common personality-wise. But now came the arduous task of finding the right first words to speak to him. Since he was already comfortable with the thought of socializing with the fellow, he'd be more bold with his words, but he didn't have the confidence to back them up in his mind. <font color="#0059fa">"M-maybe a bit of rum would h-help,"</font> he offered tentatively, definitely not seeming too bold at all. And his first thought was hoping that the guy didn't think that he was coming onto him, cause that would certainly make things a <i>tad</i> more awkward. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<div id="awesomeboxtime!" style="width:350; border: 1px solid; border-color:tan; padding:2px; overflow:auto"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:tan'> Taus looked around quickly after he sipped his drink, trying to spot anyone who might be half-normal without his noticing being noticed, as it were. But all the 'dragons here were too beautiful for him, like wax sculptures brought to life. Or pillars of water, given their aptitude for movement. Taus took the thought onto a small tangent -- what would his statue be made of? Because of his unsuccessful contemplation (it was only a few moments before Taus realized he could name very few types of rock, and wasn't sure what else sculptures were usually made of), Taus started a little when the other 'dragon spoke, just enough to make him feel like an idiot, but not enough to be hugely noticeable. He turned slowly, unsure. A stutter? A 'dragon incapable of perfect, tempting speech, in this house of hormones? Surely another couldn't be so unfitting for this place as Taus, yet by the sounds of it the speaker was also incapable of normal interaction. At least, this was what Taus hoped. <span style='color:teal'>Well, yeah, I considered, you know, for a minute.</span> Taus took a small pause, barely long enough to breathe, then lumbered on, knowing that if he couldn't get a sufficient response out now, he wouldn't be able to keep his words going. <span style='color:teal'>But I made a list, you know, and I don't want to get any puke on my nice carpet.</span> Taus closed his eyes as soon as he was done speaking, turned his head a little to the side, tilted it back. Could he have come off as more of a loser? He doubted that it was possible, and made a mental note to never speak again if he planned on not embarrassing himself. Slowly, painfully, one eyelid inched up and he peered at the other 'dragon. Still there, surprisingly enough. But wait, was that -- make-up? The closest Taus ever came to make-up was the delicious and fashionable dirt that billowed up during a furiously-paced excavation. Taus sighed a little, closed his eye again. This couldn't be the type of 'dragon that would purposefully introduce himself to a dusty old coot. Maybe there was someone behind Taus that this other 'dragon was really talking to, someone Taus hadn't even noticed. Yeah, that would be it. A silly mistake, a mere glimpse into the life of someone who actually had friends.</span></span></div>
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>All the noise in the club seemed really distracting, along with the heat of many bodies in one place. But he was growing used to it since he seemed to visit here so much. And every time he actually met someone, like, talked to them. But this time it was nicer seeing a nervous guy like him, totally out of place, unlike him, sitting there at the bar, like him. But seriously, the question was... why the hell was here <i>in</i> here? Not to say that he wasn't allowed, because he was despite his age(he guessed), but because... he simply didn't look like the clubbing kind of guy. He looked like a nice decent, quiet kind of guy who enjoyed his tea, so yea, Eirik was pretty confused. But his outer expression didn't chance seeing as he didn't want to give a weird look to the other arden and have him freak out any more. But the moment Taus opened his mouth, the younger male cracked a smile. Yea, this definitely wasn't his kind of scene. <font color="#0059fa">"Well, h-here, I'm sure one w-wouldn't hurt,"</font> he said waving at the bar tender, <font color="#0059fa">"A shot of something strong for him, same for me."</font> That wasn't so hard. <font color="#0059fa">"U-unless you have the a-alcohol tolerance of a-a five year old,"</font> he added with a shy, nervous chuckle, looking up as the barkeep gave them their drinks. He seemed skeptical that Taus would actually drink it, which Eirik kind of was too, but he wouldn't let it go to waste. He made a "bottoms up!" gesture before swigging the shot with the same indifference to the taste as he had earlier. He seemed to be winging it a bit, but he'd really like it if the guy spoke more. It was cute, and he was getting drunk... not to mention the guy seemed nice anyways. <font color="#0059fa">"Name's E-Eirik... wi-without the stutter."</font> Awkwardness. Eirik looked at the shot glass he still had in his hand, feeling stupid for being so... talkative. As if to relieve himself of some of the tension, he casually ran a hand through blonde-streaked bangs and adjusted the sunglasses sitting on top of his head as he did so, looking to the other side of him where the stools were currently unoccupied. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<div id="awesomeboxtime!" style="width:350; border: 1px solid; border-color:tan; padding:2px; overflow:auto"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:tan'> Taus considered accepting the drink. He really did. He rationalized it, made a quick list: pros, maybe this guy would like him more if he was a little tipsy. But today was one of those days that seemed to Taus like they would go better remembered upon the next morning, so he paused. The drink was already in his hand, cool little glass sweating at his touch. The motion to bring the alcohol to his lips was a small one, easy enough, done within a second. But he was unsure. Taus watched the 'dragon make some incomprehensible gesture, then grimaced a bit. <span style='color:teal'>I'd really, uh, rather not drink tonight,</span> Taus finally said. He wondered for a brief moment if he purposefully sabotaged himself, decided he couldn't be that clever. What would this 'dragon think of him now? Probably that he was a complete social failure. Oh, the woe that knowledge of the truth would bring upon him. <span style='color:teal'>Sorry, and I mean you just paid for that; I should make it up to you, Eirik. Huh, that's a pretty cool name. With or without the stutter.</span> Taus grinned a bit as he finished before realizing that he sounded as though he was flirting with this Eirik guy. Was he? It was probably best to just move on, and Taus opened his mouth once again, hoping he couldn't be made to sound like more of a fool. He guessed, however, that he would be. <span style='color:teal'>I'm Tausrals. Taus. Rallys. You know, whatever, really. I'm also known as 'That Loserish Archaeologist', but I realize that I sound more and more lame as I continue to talk, so--</span> Taus cut himself off abruptly, sighed, put a strong hand on his face, hiding his eyes. It reminded him absurdly of when he used to think if he couldn't see someone, they couldn't see him. But sadly, invisibility wasn't on the list of tricks up Taus's sleeve. To be technical, he didn't even have a sleeve to put tricks in. Maybe, he thought, that was why his night was going so bad. To do: he mused. Buy a sleeve. </span></span></div>
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Good thing for Eirik that he was getting too drunk to really get too embarrassed about anything, which was good for him, but then not really. He was disappointed that Taus didn't accept the drink, and luckily for the older male, Eirik wasn't one to tease him for not wanting to drink for whatever reason. With a little shrug that said he didn't really mind, he reached over and took the little glass and downed it himself. Well, since he did pay for it. <font color="#0059fa">"N-no, it's really f-fine,"</font> he muttered in response, setting the shot glass down next to his other as the barkeep came over to get them. <font color="#0059fa">"A glass of that, please,"</font> he ordered, getting an odd look in return but he went to get the order nonetheless. Well, that would no doubt make him look like a rather large alcoholic, what with asking for a glass of that 'something strong'. Eir turned his head ever slightly to look at Taus out of the corner of his eye, just sort of listening with a large, pierced ear turned toward him. Poor guy sounded silly when he talked like that, downing himself. The younger arden couldn't help but crack another smile, shaking his head a little and taking a sip of the drink he had just been handed. <font color="#0059fa">"Relax, I d-don't bite. N-nice to meet you, Rallys,"</font> he said with a friendly little chuckle. Obviously, the poor guy was really trying too hard. <font color="#0059fa">"S-so what brings a-an archaeologist to a c-club?"</font> Eirik asked harmlessly, slightly teasing since he announced his oh-so-nice nickname. His own stuttering was seriously beginning to bug him though, which was sort of obvious in his expression after he spoke. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
Taus's face lit up instantly at the question of why he was here. Well, he said, the delight in his voice making it obvious that he was about to ramble incessantly about something, I'm actually here to celebrate. See, I recently discovered the preserved body of this long extinct invertebrate called the Gladar Fly, he rushed, and at this point he began to motion passionately with his arms, but the thing is, when I sent it in for carbon dating, they said that it was from 21443, which is three years after the great dust storm of 21440, which was said to have wiped out the Gladar Fly population - which I always though was a bogus cop-out of an explanation anyway. The government gave me a rather substantial grant so that I could do more research, so I'm here to celebrate - my first real success and an archaeologist. Taus finished with a grin spread across his face. But his expression faded after a moment, and as he stared off into the space next to Eirik, a sadness entered his eyes. Kind of silly, though, isn't it, he said softly, more to himself than anything, that I'd rather be out digging more than taking a night off to have some fun. He gave a small sigh picked up his water, downing it all in a single sip. In his defense, the cup hadn't really been all too big.[/color] out.of.character. man, bbcode is being wacky =/ it will only make the first line of text small, no matter where i put the tag, and if i remove it my tan font turns all black.. i just don't get it.
