09-23-2016, 05:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-01-2017, 04:55 AM by The Hero Rebel Fairy.)
The sounds of the subway bustle around him; the clicking of heels of the tiny businesswomen on their way home from the office, the scream of the brakes for oil, the robotic man's voice that states the station and the train. He moves slowly through the crowd, causing his own slip stream that some braver souls use to change direction or to avoid collisions. His eyes are occupied on his feet (because he knows his way well) as he finds his station and waits for the train to arrive. He chews on an errant fingernail absentmindedly while the sounds of a performing guitarist float towards him. Many choose to drown out the cacophony with big ear-encompassing headphones but Gun prefers the sounds of the city to any artist.
His train arrives and he stands to the side while the 9-5 crowd rush off in their business attire, most staring at their illuminated phone screens for those last-minute emails or texts to finalize dinner plans. He steps onboard and finds all seats full, so he stands near the door, casually observing the various commuters. At this point in the day there was a healthy mixture of those going home and those going in to work. The nightlife crowd had not yet stirred, but that was fine with him. It bought him time to get to this new bar and scope it out before the bar crawlers made their way in already completely lost and looser than penny slots.
Lost in his thoughts, he realizes too late that his eyes had been absentmindedly locked on a little brunette girl that looked like she was about 21 and headed in for a night of bartending. She wore all black and had her hair tied up in a messy bun, thick winged eyeliner around her brown eyes. A single hoop looped around her right nostril. She had noticed his absent gaze and was shooting him looks from behind her phone. Gun smirked and ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back away from his face before turning his attention to the map above the door. He could feel her eyes on him now and he smiled to himself as she undoubtedly took in all his various tattoos (the visible ones anyway) and his thick dark hair and long manicured beard. The train stops, but before he exits he is sure to shoot a quick smile her way so she has something to think about at work.
He exits the subway and finds that the sun has begun to set and the cement jungle is starting to cool down from the heat of the day. He pulls his leather jacket on over the low v-neck white shirt he wears and continues down the sidewalk. It isn’t far to this new bar his buddy has been talking about all week and he’s grateful because he is desperate for a beer. He walks through the door and into the bar. It looks promising enough, even if it isn’t his usual haunt. He nods to the bouncer (who looks a lot like a guy he knows from his gym) and makes his way up to the bar, ordering a pint of whatever local brew they have on draft tonight. He tells the bartender to open a tab for him, takes the pint with a small smile that is almost hidden beneath his mustache and heads outside and sits down, taking a long dreg from the glass. Sitting it down, he reaches into his jeans pocket for his box of cigarettes and taps one out and lights it, inhaling to clear his lungs of any fresh air he may have accidentally breathed on the way here.
He is early, so he is in no hurry to get wasted, so he simply sips on his beer and drags on his cigarette, watching the people on the street and those that come in to the bar. Should be a good night.
OOC: I PRESENT HUMAN GUNNY: http://cdn.emgn.com/wp-content/uploads/2...GN144.jpeg
His train arrives and he stands to the side while the 9-5 crowd rush off in their business attire, most staring at their illuminated phone screens for those last-minute emails or texts to finalize dinner plans. He steps onboard and finds all seats full, so he stands near the door, casually observing the various commuters. At this point in the day there was a healthy mixture of those going home and those going in to work. The nightlife crowd had not yet stirred, but that was fine with him. It bought him time to get to this new bar and scope it out before the bar crawlers made their way in already completely lost and looser than penny slots.
Lost in his thoughts, he realizes too late that his eyes had been absentmindedly locked on a little brunette girl that looked like she was about 21 and headed in for a night of bartending. She wore all black and had her hair tied up in a messy bun, thick winged eyeliner around her brown eyes. A single hoop looped around her right nostril. She had noticed his absent gaze and was shooting him looks from behind her phone. Gun smirked and ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back away from his face before turning his attention to the map above the door. He could feel her eyes on him now and he smiled to himself as she undoubtedly took in all his various tattoos (the visible ones anyway) and his thick dark hair and long manicured beard. The train stops, but before he exits he is sure to shoot a quick smile her way so she has something to think about at work.
He exits the subway and finds that the sun has begun to set and the cement jungle is starting to cool down from the heat of the day. He pulls his leather jacket on over the low v-neck white shirt he wears and continues down the sidewalk. It isn’t far to this new bar his buddy has been talking about all week and he’s grateful because he is desperate for a beer. He walks through the door and into the bar. It looks promising enough, even if it isn’t his usual haunt. He nods to the bouncer (who looks a lot like a guy he knows from his gym) and makes his way up to the bar, ordering a pint of whatever local brew they have on draft tonight. He tells the bartender to open a tab for him, takes the pint with a small smile that is almost hidden beneath his mustache and heads outside and sits down, taking a long dreg from the glass. Sitting it down, he reaches into his jeans pocket for his box of cigarettes and taps one out and lights it, inhaling to clear his lungs of any fresh air he may have accidentally breathed on the way here.
He is early, so he is in no hurry to get wasted, so he simply sips on his beer and drags on his cigarette, watching the people on the street and those that come in to the bar. Should be a good night.
OOC: I PRESENT HUMAN GUNNY: http://cdn.emgn.com/wp-content/uploads/2...GN144.jpeg