Soren Kjær (ravenoftheslain) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-10-03 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | gar, koen boulstridge, riley poe, samantha mutler, soren kjaer |
Who. Sami, Koen, Soren, Gar and OPEN!
What. Fun in the mess tent!
When. Dinner time
Where. The food tent, where else?
Rating. TBD
Sami was sitting at a table closer to the back of the mess hall, or at least what she would consider a mess hall to be. Her plate was mostly full, her food had been pushed around and her fork was in her mouth, just the tip though. Her eyes, staring at nothing on the table.
Koen did not often partake of meals in the mess tent, finding it to be quite busy and overly loud; as an older gentleman, he often felt a bit...out of place in the surroundings. Though he supposed some of these people were potentially far older than he was...but tonight he'd felt an odd sort of sociability rise up in him, and after getting his food he took a seat near a girl who looked of the age to be one of his students, though he couldn't remember seeing her before. "Hello, I'm Koen."
Though he's never dedicated much brainpower to the question of how much he actually -needs- to eat (besides regular corpsemunching), here's Soren in human form, brushing into the mess tent and glancing around with equal amounts of wariness and uncertainty. There aren't any dead-by-violence corpses in the vicinity, and he should probably do this social thing anyways, so! The valravn stepped fully within. Oh god, there's plates and utensils and everything.
This could be a problem.
She wasn't much of a people watcher but in this place she couldn't help it. Each person had a story and now that she knew that each story could be... different, she was so interested. She wondered if she could figure it out herself but was sure she couldn't. The man that sat beside her seemed nice, she shot him a smile "I'm Sami," She bet he was a gargoyle, he was old-ish. She smirked at the thought and brushed it away fast, her eyes casting a glance toward Soren. "Nice to meet you Koen."
"That's a lovely name." Koen smiled benignly at the girl, then took a bite of his salad; he wasn't quite sure how to proceed with this conversation. "...Perhaps you didn't know, I'm the tutor here...I try, at least, to teach certain members of the carnival. I don't remember seeing you at the first meeting...are you new, here?"
Soren regarded the table covered with various foods the way a -normal- person would regard, say... a field of battle-rent corpses. He's done this before, but only a few dozen times scattered across six hundred years, SO. He eventually managed to grab a plate and load it with various finger food, though his definition of that is a bit loose, and mosey back to the table, canting his head inquiringly at Koen and Sami. Raven of the dead: stymied by foodstuffs. How embarrassing.
She smiled back again, that was sweet of him. She motioned to Soren to sit with them if he wanted, but did it in such a way that if he didn't want too, she could pretend it was a neck cramp. She looked back to Koen "Yeah, I'm new and I had replied to a post of yours either yesterday or today about being interested in a field-trip of sorts." She scrunched her nose, field-trip, really? She was so embarrassed. Why wasn't she as cool in person as she was in her head?
Gar entered the tent, tall, imposing, and with a look on his striped face that was as usual, somewhere between annoyed, and pissed off. Even if he wasn't FEELING like that, he always, or nearly always looked that way. He glanced around the tent as he entered, a deep inhale taking in the scents of food, drink and most of the beings in there. No sign of Sioux, or Iza, so he lost interest quickly. He strode over to the chow line, picked up a tray, a plate and eating tools, then started down the line, and gathered a heaping pile of warm steaming food on his plate. At the end of the line, he rummaged through the tray of iced drinks and selected an iced tea. He would find stronger drink later. It was hours until his shift, so he would put off that until later. He took a seat at a table in the corner, his back to the canvas so he could keep an eye on most of the others, and on anyone that might approach him.
"Ah, I'm hoping the excursion might hold more interest for those who didn't seem particularly...enthusiastic about old-style learning." Koen smiled, a little, but was distracted by the large, intimidating man who'd just arrived; he sat apart, like a guardian, and it seemed as though most gave him a wide berth. ...It was easy to see why.
The valravn sat, but his attention was only half on Sami's vague invitation- the new arrival drew his dark red gaze immediately, struck by some vague sense that he couldn't quite decipher. He toyed with a shed feather idly, head tilted slightly and eyes intent. No, he hasn't quite gotten the human 'staring is rude' lesson yet, why do you ask?
She watched out of the corner of her eye, it was sort of intense and she was happy she wasn't on the other end of that stare, her gaze drifting back to Koen. Nodding her head in agreement. "Yeah, I'm actually really interested in it, I just... didn't know about it until now. I'm sorry." She inhaled and slowly turned back to look at Gar, her eyes narrowing a bit to figure it out, she wondered why he sat so far away, then again it was a very common way she saw him. In the burlesque tent he was always positioned that way, she felt safe because of it.
Gar dug into his meal almost immediately after sitting down. He didn't look around for several minutes. He knew he was being watched, and that didn't bother him in the least. What WOULD bother him was if a nearly seven foot tall man in black and garish "face paint" didn't garner some attention. After several bites had been devoured, he quickly looked up, and slowly surveyed the tent again with those bright green eyes of his. It didn't take long for his gaze to find that of the man that was so obviously staring at him. He didn't recall meeting this being before, and he could tell he was no mere human. Humans were in short number in this carnivale and that was fine with him. A slow smirk crossed his face as he returned the stare, then with a snorted laugh, he looked back down at his plate and resumed eating. As far as he knew he wasn't tangled in anyone's webs of relationships, so he was in the clear.
"That man is...rather odd, isn't he?" Koen glanced over at Gar as well, then smiled, faintly. "Well. For a given value of odd. Realistically, everyone who is at the carnival is a little bit odd...should we invite him to join us?"
Soren met Gar's stare without flinching, never the intimidateable sort. If that's even a word. Failing to garner any significant insight into what the hell was setting his senses pinging in such an odd way, though, the valravn muttered something in Danish, shredding one of the bread rolls he'd grabbed into progressively smaller chunks. After inclining his head briefly in a polite-ish manner at Gar, he turned instead to try and half-pay attention to Sami and Koen, unsure if that's a social error. Stupid people and their stupid social conventions. Birds are easier! Though most crows and ravens would rather flee from Soren than interact with him, understandably.
"Yeah, odd" she murmured without hesitation, her gaze shifting back to Gar and Soren. "I think that would be.. a nice gesture but he looks a little busy." She thought for a moment and then turned her full attention back to Koen. "What kind of odd are you?" Her eyebrows raised in unison.
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