Quote from Skyelre on November 17, 2018, 1:05 am

" I know." Saber huffed under his breath as he immediately started to head out of the library, now finally feeling more awake thanks to his long nap but feeling irritated over it as well.

Quote from Mae on November 20, 2018, 9:09 pm

And thus he was escorted to the door by librarians eager to return home. The lights were turned out and the whole lot stepped out on cold Murphy Street. Most departed down the stairs immediately, while another turned to lock the door, and finally Saber was left alone once again.

The streetlamps were a queer sort of company in a little town. After the librarians had driven off or wandered away, the lack of headlamps or motor sounds left a peaceful sort of emptiness behind. Had it been mid June instead of early August the air would have been warm and welcoming. As it was the night was chill and less desirable, yet the golden glow of the streetlamps offered a vain sort of warmth that might comfort a city-soul.

As cold and lonesome as the night was, after all, it was still a night within reach of other people. The old buildings may have been locked tight and the businesses closed early, yet it seemed far better to be in an unfamiliar town than an unfamiliar wilderness. At least the paved streets, brick structures, wooden fences, and dinner smells offered the reminder that comfort existed somewhere. Although, for one denied these comforts, the reminder seemed to mock the longing of the weary.

There was, however, a place within the safety of town that had no comfort to boast of, and this place readily met Saber's gaze as he stepped out of the library. Across the street, the golden lamps cast their warm gaze on a field of grey pillars. Figures of stone stood over marked plots of land. Trees and benches stood in silent memorial. The cemetery of Reknab Bend covered the land across the street from the town library.

Quote from Skyelre on November 30, 2018, 12:40 am

For a moment, Saber just stared impassively at the cemetary in the distance. He'd seen it plenty of times exiting the library before, often times never giving it any acknowledgment at all, but something was different tonight.
His dark eyes were staring at something in particular, but what it was could not be seen in the dark. The cold beckoned him to seek shelter elsewhere, but still in front of the library he stayed.
His thoughts were unknown. His face showed no emotion... Until a subtle shift occured in his eyes as he finally decided to be finished with his small moment of reflection. With hands now tucked into his jean pockets, he turned towards the main road and made his way to it, and the only source of activity that could be found late at night in such a small town as Reknab Bend.

Quote from Mae on December 4, 2018, 2:37 pm

That scene of activity was no doubt the Pub and Prestige, a late-night tavern across Murphy Street from the Police Department and diagonal from the Antique shop. No other place in town was quite as active after evening hours as that little place, for after the business owners turned out their lights it was to the P&P they all went.

In the old days, the building was the local post office, but when the town grew and the mail current grew with it, the building was turned over for its present purpose. Now, the P&P was the central hub to which all flocked after dark, drinker and non-drinker alike. It was where the farmer came to socialize, where the business owner came to forget his afternoon quarrels, and where many of the town officials came after a heated debate to remember the bonds of humanity that linked opponents as brothers-in-arms. Even Officer Clerk was seen to stop in from time to time for a pleasant visit. Thus was the Pub and Prestige, a place of merriment and the unfolding of life's drama.

Quote from Skyelre on December 5, 2018, 12:15 am

Having been in Reknab Bend for roughly a week now, Saber knew of the Pub and Prestige and was well aware of it's increased activiity at night even though he had never set foot in it himself, until now.
Saber entered the pub casually, his eyes quietly scanning over each face currently present.

Quote from Mae on December 6, 2018, 9:06 pm

The interior, much like the exterior of the Pub and Prestige, resembled in large part its original heritage. Where its outside was made of cut stone and adorned by pillars from the Greek Revival, its inside was proud and elaborate. Nonetheless, much had changed within it to accommodate the purpose of a tavern. The post desk was now a bartender's table. The storage rooms had been opened for other tables and seating. And though the wine displays were rustic and red like the original beams, the wallpaper and pictures were modern. Withal the P&P was beautiful, but comfortable.

Though the building itself was worthy of interest, it was not what Saber was interested in. He came in searching for people, and faces, perhaps even someone in particular. Indeed, Saber would recognize many of the faces from around town here, but there were also others who were strange and unfamiliar. There was Albert Rich from Town Hall, speaking to the bartender. He was with another two men who Saber had seen around town, but whose names were not known to him. Seated at a table not far from them was a group of men and women in rugged outdoor apparel, playing a game of cards, or so it appeared. Further away was a middle aged man leaning on the wall with a bottle in his hand. He was speaking to a taller, straighter man who had one arm in a sling. Other men and women occupied chairs and tables near the piano where a woman with exceptionally long white hair played a classical tune. A hefty gentleman was standing near the back of the piano drinking a beer. Nearer to Saber was a group of bearded old men who were engrossed in some topic all their own. Thus all around the room the atmosphere appeared warm. People seemed to be happy, or feigning happiness at least.

 

Quote from Skyelre on December 19, 2018, 1:01 am

Having not attracted much attention entering the pub Saber took his time scanning the people that filled the room. Each one let off a different kind of personality in their individual activities, stance and attire. Saber seemed to take it in quickly, his eyes easily gliding over one group to the next. He only seemed to pause when he reached the group playing cards, but he still didn't let his eyes linger there for long.

After everyone in the room had been assessed, Saber made his way to the bar table. He leaned casually into the bar table near Albert Rich and the bartender, his eyes looking over the wine display in the back briefly before drifting over to watching Albert and the bartender, either curious of their interaction or possibly waiting for it to end.

Quote from Mae on December 22, 2018, 1:56 am

The bartender was a large man with dark eyes and dark complexion. His round head and round features made him look like a very jolly fellow, and the smile lines under his eyes attested that he found much joy in life.
Albert Rich was a contrasting character, for his features were mainly blank and ordinary, with worry lines creasing his brow to attest a life of much fretting and worry.
But though the two were in contrast, they carried on a conversation as if there were no differences between them.

Saber sidled up to the bar at the same time Courtney, for such was the bartender's name, concluded on a matter of trees and moved to talking about new arrivals.
"It never franted me any to get up the gowl for a bee-ty one, I just ain't have a chance til now." Courtney said seriously.
"Economy makes fine print of chances." Albert replied, nodding to his friend with a bit of a skeptical air.
"I've read the paper-web, but it hadn't a click with Amelia and I. We were careful, tis all. The worlds all shambles." The former continued.
"Then what changed your mind now, Courtney?"
"Amelia is. She's wanted one since the blue-day and tie was made. Too many years gone by now, though, and she's worried to get on."
"And what about you?"
"Ain't gonnae be me to carry it, so I shouldn't have a care 'sfar that is." Courtney broke into a bellowing laugh, but it fell short on a nervous cluck. "To tell you the straight of it, I'm out of a wick on it na. The very thought of it has me melting like a candle."
Now Albert laughed, for it was easy to see how greased up the bartender got at the mere mention.
"Why, Al, I ain't seen ya bejoggled so in years. Don't tell me you're gaining glee from my trouble." Courtney spoke in serious and hurt tone, but his face appeared to derive some amusement from Albert's response.
"You'll have to forgive me," Albert said, sobering up.
"Straightaway, but Al, I am a whizclunking fellow. I don't know what I'm to do with such a bee-ty one, and this late in the day."
"You'll manage alright. People often do, even this late in life."
"Do they?"

And so the conversation might've continued, if not for Albert's pointed notice of the young Asian man who had come to sit down. His interest appeared to signal the jolly tavern man himself, who turned toward Saber presently.
"Good evening, stranger." Courtney said. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Quote from Skyelre on December 29, 2018, 11:41 pm

“ No, not right now.” Saber responded, his focus now on Courtney. “ I actually got into Reknab Bend about a week ago and am just looking for a job. You wouldn't happen to know any place that's hiring around here, would you?”