Seventh Heaven Bar - Main Room
Tifa's Seventh Heaven Bar has a campy feeling to it, primarily constructed of
dark wood with occasional items for decoration. Several worn tables grace the
area near the door, looking beaten up from years of patrons. The bar is more
well kept, stocked with a vast amount of alcoholic beveragesand components for
mixed drinks. The room is just a tad dimly lit, feeling cozy and familliar at
the same time. Other areas of interest are the entrance to the kitchen, and a
porch with some comfy chairs. All in all, the Seventh Heaven is a nice
tribute to what someone can put together for a buisness if they try. A machine
for a game similar to pinball sits on the less used side of the room, sporting
an "Out of Order" sign.
[Exits : (K)itchen, (U)pstairs, and (O)ut ]
[Players : Eponine ]
[Sleepers: Derek, and Marlene(Pup) ]
[Things : None ]
You found a plushie!
>Prophet walks in from the street, an ominous figure at best, features hidden by
the purple cloak he wears.
>Eponine is lounged out at a table...her shoes off and her backpack set on the
tabletop. She's leaning back in her chair with her feet proped up on the table
and crossed. A small sketch book is lied out on her lap and a pencil is tucked
behind her right ear.
>Prophet takes a seat near the bar, though he doesn't order anything... yet. He
slowly turns his head to look at the other patron.
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Eponine
This tall young woman of at least six feet at first glance is obviously of
European decent. Her frame is large and strong...far from most of the delicate,
dainty girls who are more common to the area. She looks very well shaped and
toned; probably a fighter of some sort. Her hair is dark auburn, with golden
copperish tints. Her thick bangs sweep down over her forehead highlighting her
large hazel eyes that often change color depending on her mood. The rest of her
hair is layered into two parts. Most of it frames her face; ending just below
her chin, and the rest is held back in a tight braid, trailing down to her
waist. Her skin is slightly tanned and she has roughly callused hands; giving
the impression that she's an outside type of girl. Her face resembles one of a
porcelain doll that has an odd mixture of cutiness on the verge of being
beautiful to it.
Her light steps make it appear as if she glides instead of walks...and makes
it easy for her not to be heard when approaching. She strides into a room or
area...her eyes darting about to her surrounding giving her an almost paranoid
aura...as if she's always expecting someone or thing. If she speaks her voice
is deep with a husky sound to it...most people would either think it sounds
sexy...or even intimidating. Overall she has a dark almost threading air to
her...yet it could be preived as one of loneliness rather than hostile.
Her attire composes of a black, cotton, sleaveless turtleneck tucked into a
pair of loose army type pants. The pants have been shorten and tucked into her
black steel-toed boots, which lace up over her shins. Her boots are scuffed
from years of use and the tread on the soles is almost completely worn down to
a smooth surface. Tucked inside of her right boot (the inside part of her leg)
is a bone handle dagger...often over looked since her baggy pants usually hide
it.
Carrying:
Sketch Book, Bone Dagger, and Backpack
>Eponine glances up from her book over in the direction of the foot
steps...following the figure move over to the bar with her eyes....
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Eponine (Alias: None) IC
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Sex: Female
Species: Were-Daemon
Series: Original
Age: 19
Class: Smart Ass ;P
Align: Neutral
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Short description: Young tough looking girl...sticks out in a crowd either by
her height or maybe her fashion sense...or lack of. ^_^;
Miscellaneous: She doesn't remember much of her life before she was eleven.
She's been wandering about alone most of the seven years since...and around the
age of fourteen an immortal daemon was awakened within her. Of course the
experenice wasn't plesent at first...but she's quite comfortable with the
powers she gained from her becoming an elementalist of wind now. She's a no
name street fighter in search of maybe a tournament or even a good sparing
partner.
>Prophet . o O ( What an unusual wind around that girl... )
>Eponine reachs up and removes the pencil from her ear and looks back down to
her drawing...adding a few lines and shadows to it.
>Prophet ventures to start a discussion. "... What, perhaps, are you sketching?"
>Eponine stops her sketching and places the pencil back behind her ear and blows
softly over the paper to remove any loose lead before turning it
around...holding it up in front of her chest showing him a drawing of a dark
haired young teen sitting on top of a hazy staute. The drawing is focused more
on the boys face and posture...with a dark background most likely a night
setting. It's not extremely good...but would easily be concidered well detailed
and well enough to gain a decent living in art with...
>Prophet rubs his chin with a gloved hand, but doesn't press any further
comments. "..."
>Eponine tilts her head and gives off a small smirk before turning the book back
to look at the drawing. "Normaly I don't draw people like this...I'm still not
satisfied with it." She makes an odd face of displeasement and removes the
pencil to add a few more changes.
>Prophet asks, "Who is the subject of the piece?"
>Eponine pauses for a moment. "Someone I met last night...I believe it was near
the center of town. At least that's what some girl told me it was..."
>Prophet hmms quietly, rubbing his chin.
>Eponine reachs over to the table and picks up a glass of ice water placed there
and takes a slow sip as she glances back up to him.
>Eponine asks, "Why do you ask? Want me to draw something for you?"
>Prophet says, in a deep voice, "Simple curiosity, simple curosity... but now
that you mention it..."
>Eponine sets the glass back on the talbe and raises an eyebrow. "Yes?"
>Prophet rubs his chin a while, perhaps pondering what to say. "... A sketch, of
a young girl. A little shorter then you, hair tied back..."
>Eponine nods and flips to a blank sheet...trying to get a picture in her head...
>Eponine asks, "Wearing what...? What kind of hair and how long...?"
>Prophet concludes, "Robes, as mine, but more ornate. Pale hair, down to the
small of the back..."
>Eponine looks up to him. "Anything else...?"
>Prophet shakes his head slowly. "..."
>Eponine looks back to the paper....closing her eyes...
>Eponine slowly opens her eyes and starts moving her hand in making a rough
sketch of a woman's body.
>Prophet sits patiently.
>Eponine starts to work on the hair...making long thin bangs framing the face
and a high ponytail with lush hair cassading down to her waist. She glances
over to the prophet than starts sketching out the robes...loose yet still
hugging to her form slightly...flowing sleeves and the bottom creating almost a
train behind her...
>Prophet rubs his chin with a gloved hand, taking little pains to hide his
observation
>Eponine darkens the lines and erases any that stray out of the the form...she
pauses for a moment than draws in the face...the expression is a mix of
innocence but a bit serious...eyes large and beauitful and a small smile...
>Prophet waits, almost unmoving
>Eponine pauses her drawing and looks up at him and asks, "Is this alright...or
should I cahnge it before I start shading?"
>Prophet pauses a moment before reply. "... It is fine."
>Eponine nods with a grin and looks back down...darkening the robes and shadowed
areas...smudging the shadows with a finger.
>Eponine finishs off and takes the eraser to touch up any un-needed smudges and
blows away any loose lead or eraser bits before holding out the drawing to look
at it...than shows it to him. "Done."
>Prophet hmms at that, turning to examine the sketch directly as Eponine
comments.
>Eponine pulls the drawing back and smiles. "Now...payment." ^_^
>Prophet raises an eyebrow at that, though you probably can't see under his
cowl. "What do you wish?"
>Prophet . o O ( The likeness is close... it will be worth it. )
>Eponine looks at the drawing than swings her legs down off the table to stand.
"Hook me up with a nice place to stay....besides a damp alley. And I'll let you
have it."
>Prophet pauses, then almost chortles. It's more disturbing then reassuring.
"You may not like any accomodations I engineer..."
>Eponine shrugs and snickers, "I bet I've seen worse in my time..."
>Eponine looks back down to the drawing then up to him. "That's what I
wish...deal?"
>Prophet stares at Eponine for a while... closely...
>Eponine rolls her head to the side...cracking her neck as she stares back at
him...the best she can with his face being cloaked.
>Prophet rubs his chin . o O ( It may be useful, to watch her potential at the
very least... ) "Acceptable."
>Eponine nods. "Great. Just tell me where to go. Finally I'll be able to stop
carrying around this heavy ass thing." She kicks at her backpack with a pout.
"I will have to... make accomodations. Return here tonight.
>Prophet says, in a deep voice, "I will have to... make accomodations. Return
here tonight."
>Eponine says, "I'll probably just end up staying here the whole time. It's nice
and quite here...relaxing too."
>Prophet scoffs a little. "You should stay here longer..."
>Eponine fehs and shrugs sitting back down. "I'll give you the drawing after I'm
settled in."
>Prophet stands up. "Very well. I shall take my leave, then, for the nonce..."
>Eponine props her feet back up on the table and leans back comforably...waving
slightly. "See you later than."
>Prophet nods, and exits, making no sounds other then the slow flap of his cloak
in the breeze
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