Jareth (uncult) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-09-04 19:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, divina marcos, jareth monaco, juliette coulombe, magnolia paget, sky min |
it's like you're a drug, it's like you're a demon I can't face down
Who: Jareth Monaco, OPEN (to multiples)!
What: Jareth around town
Where: Various places!
When: Today!
Rating: Oh, who are we kidding, PG-13 for his mouth
Status: In progress!
9:22am | Shieldwyrm Training Hall
Aside from on-going investigations, there wasn't shit for him to do in the office. And if he had to sit down and stare at sketches of glyphs for another fucking minute, he would welcome the Berserker rage and rip apart the office. As soon as he'd realized that, he'd stood up, left the office - and Banes, who he swore rolled her eyes - and headed towards the training hall. A brief stop at his locker had him changed and armed, and he entered the training grounds.
There was little hope that he'd find someone to spar with, so he stationed himself in front of a dummy, placed his ax on the ground, and started pounding at the target with his fists. He was crap at hand to hand, but the sewers the week before had ingrained the need to learn how to deal with that shit as soon as he could.
12:14pm | Bazaar ; food stall
Meals in the halls were well and good, but for fuck's sake, the food was crap unless Finch was cooking, and there was no way in hell he was eating what Finch was putting in front of him. He needed some fresh air anyway, so he headed out to the Bazaar in search of something to eat that wasn't garbage. His diet lately had been crap and he really needed to fix that shit.
The grocers stalls were filled with fresh fruits and vegetables - expensive as fuck - and seafood - cheap but impractical. He finally settled on buying some bread and cheese, but before he could pull out his purse to pay for it, someone bumped into him.
3:17pm | Ashwyrm Hall ; EKP offices
Why the fuck they couldn't just send some goddamned squire to deliver papers was beyond him, but it got him out of the office and across town. He ignored the pointed looks of the nobles - it was painfully clear that he was out of place in the Nobles District - and he even managed to not scowl at them. Where they could see, anyway.
He could only do so much.
The paperwork dropped off, he made a detour through the training grounds. He'd already trained once in the morning, and he was still a bit stiff, but there was no harm in taking a look. Besides, it wasn't like there was anything urgent awaiting his attention on his desk. There was still no fucking movement on their cases, still no fucking lead on who killed Conti, and fuck all if anyone knew what the hell was going on with the vandalism.
The grounds were sparsely populated and Jareth snorted. Figures, he thought, nobles too busy to do anything but sit around and talk about doing shit. As he turned to leave, he caught sight of someone training. Decent.
"Between the ribs with the tip," he advised, leaning against a wall. "Or aim for the throat."
7:47pm | Puzzles Bar
Alcohol was a balm on his soul. Or, at the very least, it was a quick fix until it got dark enough to go see Wheylon. And Puzzles had cheap beer. Tasted like piss - not as bad as the beer at the Blue Bear, but not as good as the stuff at The Duckling. But he couldn't afford the beer there night after night; it was more of a special occasion kind of place.
He took a stool at the bar, ordered his usual, and chugged the mug when it came before ordering a second one.
11:29pm | Tenements
He just had to get home, and he could take a hit. It'd have to be a light one - something calming and relaxing - so that he could get some sleep. Something that wouldn't fuck with his sleeping draughts. He didn't want to knock himself out for 24 hours like he had the last fucking time. Fortunately, he'd had the day off, but damn if that hadn't fucked with his sleep schedule.
He just had to get home. No interruptions.