Karlton "Karl" O'Connor (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} callmekarl) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} mayham_rpg,@ 2008-03-11 01:21:00 |
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Who: Karl O'Connor, Marianne O'Connell, mentions of Allaister & Landon, open
What: Meeting. All over again.
When: 10:30 am, March 11
Where: O'Connell's and progressing
Rating/Status: TBA (probably higher rather than lower)/Incomplete
Karl O'Connor stared at the front of the bar and grill. "O'Connell's Bar and Grill," the sign read. Just like he remembered from Landon's having seen it. He knew she was in there, because he could feel her. "Marianne," he muttered under his breath, and half to himself. "I know you're in there."
He stepped forward, guitar case slung over his back. If all else failed, he could always say he was looking for a job and hadn't really intended to run into her...Turning his slight frown into a warm smile, he stepped through the door. He could smell the undercurrent of previous visitors, visitors that weren't exactly human, and had left at least some sign of their presence.
He didn't see her, but he could smell her. It was stronger than he'd remembered, probably because she spent a lot of time there, in the bar. He just hoped she didn't expect him to be alright with having Allaister there with her during the day. Karl disliked the thought of having his four-year-old at a bar and grill, even if it was a family one.
He approached the bar quietly, making very little noise, and when he finally reached the counter, he rapped his knuckles very, very gently against it. "Ahh...Miss O'Connell, are you here?" he asked, a soft Southern drawl tainting his words a little.
What: Meeting. All over again.
When: 10:30 am, March 11
Where: O'Connell's and progressing
Rating/Status: TBA (probably higher rather than lower)/Incomplete
Karl O'Connor stared at the front of the bar and grill. "O'Connell's Bar and Grill," the sign read. Just like he remembered from Landon's having seen it. He knew she was in there, because he could feel her. "Marianne," he muttered under his breath, and half to himself. "I know you're in there."
He stepped forward, guitar case slung over his back. If all else failed, he could always say he was looking for a job and hadn't really intended to run into her...Turning his slight frown into a warm smile, he stepped through the door. He could smell the undercurrent of previous visitors, visitors that weren't exactly human, and had left at least some sign of their presence.
He didn't see her, but he could smell her. It was stronger than he'd remembered, probably because she spent a lot of time there, in the bar. He just hoped she didn't expect him to be alright with having Allaister there with her during the day. Karl disliked the thought of having his four-year-old at a bar and grill, even if it was a family one.
He approached the bar quietly, making very little noise, and when he finally reached the counter, he rapped his knuckles very, very gently against it. "Ahh...Miss O'Connell, are you here?" he asked, a soft Southern drawl tainting his words a little.