Welcome to the Sandbox Pub. Both you and an unlimited number of your characters are welcome. You may even invite a character from a favorite show or movie. Just come in and see what happens. No skellie needed. You may leave the pub, but you have to start out there. That's the rules, and nothing else.
Grace strolled in and looked around. She was the only one in the bar. "Yes! YES!!" she exclaimed, and then began to reak havoc in the bar, as only she can. She hopped on top of tables, playing a one-person game of Fire Floor, made a tower from the shakers that reached the ceiling, and then hopped behind the bar and waited for someone to come in.
((My brother and some of his internet friends have had an RP tavern going for nearly 4 years. Sometimes the tavern gets tied into other of their RPs, too, and it's pretty cool.))
Travis pulled his hood up over his head, hiding the long scar that stretched across his shaved head. He wasn't ashamed or embarrased about it in the slightest, he just didn't want anyone interrupting him with questions. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot a target in the face, but truth was, Travis was a shy person.
He walked into the bar and politely wiped his feet, scanning the room out of habit. Other than him, there seemed to be only one other person there. She was smaller than himself, and probably younger, but something about her told him that she could cause trouble. Maybe it was the smirk hidden in her eyes.
"Good evening." He said, his tone neither friendly nor hostile.
Cr.ap, thought Grace, standing. "'Sup." she greeted, "You want a drink?"
(I've been tying RPs together with this girl right here. Actually just put her in a fan fic, and I'm putting her in another :P)
((I was actually going to bring in my character Grace, but I figured that would be confusing, and she's stuck in a tower right now anyway. Maybe I'll bring in Duke at some point. He's not doing much lately.))
"Whatever your cheapest beer is." Travis answered, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, posture straight and alert.
(Well, it wouldn't be so confusing if I brought in another character who's her buddie and refered to her by her nickname, Fuu-chan.)
Grace nodded. "Alright, just a sec." She grabbed a glass and filled it, all while wondering if someone would figure out she wasn't actually the bartender. She slid the glass over to the hooded guy. "Anything else?"
"Nope." Travis replied, slapping a couple bills onto the dented counted with his right hand, keeping his left in his pocket.
"Alright then," replied Grace, "I don't really know the menu anyway." She strode over to a booth and plopped down. "So where are you from?"
"Devon." Travis answered, taking a slow drink from his glass, his yellow-green eyes on hers. "You?" He didn't like idle conversation, but it seemed the polite thing to do.
Gloria stumbled through the door, looking puzzled. "Friends?..." she whispered worriedly, glancing around until she saw Travis. "Friend!" She shouted contently, rushing to the bar and awkwardly climbed into the seat next to him. She grinned wildy at him once, but then started talking to her pinkie fingers.
Hona walked quietly through the door to the small pub. Almost no one was there, just a man, a girl, and the bar girl. Perfect. Hona went to the bar, her sword swinging at her side. She did not sit with the others but by herself near the end of the bar. Her black cloak was on, but the hood was not up.
Gloria nearly shouted, "ooOOOooo!" She ran over to Hona, grabbed her sword, and shakily felt the blade. "This would be good for making jam!"
Hona had jerked the sword out of the girl's grip before she really get a good hold on it. Quietly she replaced it in it's sheath and without a glace at the girl, mearly turned and walked father down the bar. Sitting down, Hona didn't look at anyone else, nor do anything. One hand was resting on the sword casualy, a reconaible threat, You stay over there, I'll stay over here.
Jake walked into the bar. He was actually looking for something fun to do and the bar was always fun. He looked around and only noticed three other people. Jake began to walk foward waiting for something to happen. Hoping to strike a spark. He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He put the cig to his lips and lit it. enhailing the smoke and exhailing it out. He then put the lighter back into his pocket. He then walked over to the other people. "Sup." He said. He looked around at the caos that was made. "Wow, What I miss?" He asked.
Gloria whimpered at Hona, hanging her head like she knew she did something naughty. She quietly watched Jake enter the bar, but straightened her spine in alarm as he pulled out a lighter. She rushed to the opposite side of the bar, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Gloria grew a small plant from her back pocket, so the man wouldn't see, to recycle his cigarette's bad-smelling air.
Jake noticed the girl run off. "Oh, sorry." He said and he took the cigarette from his lips, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it. Putting the cig out. "I didn't know this was a no smoking zone."
Gloria felt sheepish. "Oh, no.." she muttered, I...I don't really mind the smoking. Just...just the lighter." She attempted to smile disarmingly.
"Oh. If I have to light another I will go outside then." Jake said with a smile. "Whats your name? I'm Jake Harris." Jake said smiling.
Gloria wrung her hands behind her back, shyly swaying left to right. "Gloria. I like your name--"Jake". jakejakejakejakejakejake..." She stared into space for a second, then looked intensely at her wrist.
Jake smile and blushed alittle. "yeah. I like your name to." He said smiling.