Gretel. (grandwhitewitch) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-18 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot |
Who: Gretel and OPEN
Where: the pub
What: Drinking for fun
When: Friday night
Rating: High for Gretel's mouth
Status: Ongoing
Everything about this place was dark and quiet and dead. Gretel kind of liked it that way; the more she stayed in this place, the more isolated she felt but it didn’t bother her. For nearly twenty years back home, that was how it had been. Just her and her brothers slaughtering witches and enjoying the ride. This place… it was… boring. She had no-one to kill, no-one to practise her skills on, at least not a target bigger than a buck or a roe, and she was getting sick of being alone. For the first time in her life, Gretel didn’t want to be alone and that scared the living shit outta her. Still, nearly twenty years living on the outskirts with a gun in people’s faces tended to give them the wrong impression about her.
Gretel perched herself at the bar, staring down at her drink; some disgusting concoction they passed off as beer. Fuck knows how they managed it. She remembered the salty yeasty flavour of the beer back home and sighed, taking a sip of this watery, slightly sweet stuff in her cold mug. There was nothing for her here besides her brother Hansel and she wasn’t scared of people like he was but she knew how fucked up the world and the people inside it could really be. She reaches up and unbraids her hair, letting the thick mahogany locks fall down her back. If there was a girl in her, a girly girl, she’d have yet to find her. Still, she could have her good days.
She looked down the end of the bar and back again, running her eyes over the girls waitressing. Their breasts were practically whorish but the men seemed to like it that way. Her gaze drew down to her ruffled blouse and she undid a couple buttons, sighing in exasperation as she realised how ridiculous it looked on her. Gretel shook her head and rebuttoned her blouse. Hansel would be mocking her mercilessly right now.