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Post by PaganStars on Mar 27, 2018 19:55:49 GMT -6
   Now, who'd want a mess like me?
Hancock and Constance
Valore, somewhere between the common and Sol district
Early morning
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Post by PaganStars on Mar 28, 2018 14:16:53 GMT -6
Hancock You've got a new horizon it's ephemeral style.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
  
x | x When Hancock had finally stumbled out of the pub, gently pushed by the owner (a friend of his but Hancock could see the pity in his eyes) Hancock had thanked him with a slur and had begun to make his way forward. To be fair, Hancock wasn’t even that drunk, his mind was just …. Really sluggish right now and the connections between his brain and his limbs seemed to take a couple seconds longer to process than it normally did. Hancock prided himself on his high tolerance level; he was not drunk.
Reassuring himself of this, Hancock stumbled his way down the cobbled street, humming some tune he had learned a while ago as he made his way home, or at least wandered in the vague direction of home. It had rained most of the night, leaving the morning air unusually cool and thick, a light layer of fog obscuring the ground. It was beautiful, with the oil lamps that lit the sidewalks of the more popular streets flickering as they slowly ran dry. The last of their light reflected off the puddles that lay before him, his own hoof steps disrupting the stillness and causing small ripples to form.
To Hancock, all the stillness felt wrong. He was used to a bustling city, filled with crowds and the sound of people enjoying himself. He hated morning, hated the calm that filled the early hours with nothing but the sun shining down and the birds slowly rising, their calls filling the air. So Hancock hummed loudly, disrupting as many puddles as he could as he stumbled, leaning against a wall and taking a moment to light himself a cigarette. Igancio’s horns, it was going to be a long day.
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Post by mule-guts on Mar 30, 2018 1:34:49 GMT -6
Constance 1 | 281 Soft peach light filtered through the opened grand, arched double doors that led to a balcony which overlooked the city of Valore. White sheer curtains drifted with the faint, salty breeze that came with winter. It was a beautiful early morning, one Constance found rather inviting. As sterling silver cutlery clinged against expensive china plates, the mare finished up her breakfast. A ripe pink grapefruit, dusted with about a teaspoon of sugar to offset the natural bitterness and a slice of buttered whole wheat toast. You know, the bougie toast with the oats on the outside. That kind. Upon calling to a nearby servile that she was through with her meal, Constance stopped by a powder room. She tucked away any stray hairs and readjusted her gilded bridle before heading out to town. Constance made sure to avoid the puddles that littered the cobble roads, her hooves had just been polished. The mare enjoyed walking the city at this time of morning. There was barely any sound and very little worry about being pick pocketed or becoming part of a street fight. A sigh of content escaped through her as she ambled on, no real destination. It had only been a few minutes before Connie’ s lavender eyes caught sight of a familiar yellow equine. Her ears perked as he stumbled about, ending on a wall to set a cigarette alight. “Hancock?” She spoke softly with an edge of excitement. She hadn't really spent much time with him since the destruction of The Pearl and her regaining her Emin title. She stepped closer to him, not minding the smoke, having grown used to it from the opium den. “How are you?”
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Post by PaganStars on Apr 3, 2018 13:59:07 GMT -6
Hancock You've got a new horizon it's ephemeral style.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
x | x Struggling to strike the match against the side of the package, Hancock grumbled to himself before exclaiming as he finally managed to get it to ignite. Inhaling deeply, Hancock shuddered as the reassuring taste and feeling flowed into his lungs, holding his breath for a moment before releasing the cloud of smoke through his nostrils. He loved doing that, made him feel like some sort of shitty dragon.
Pushing himself away from the stone wall with his deep red teke, Hancock rummaged it through his hair and tried to make the blond locks look somewhat managed less he run into anyone he knew. Raising his pounding head as he heard hoofsteps approaching him and his name spoken in a soft tone, Hancock couldn’t help but grin. Speak of the devil…
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Miss Connie!” he grinned, almost forgetting that Connie was an Eminent now. Moving up in the world and moving fast. Catching himself, Hancock couldn’t help but tease her with a playful bow of his head “or should I say Lady Constance” Standing straight, he winked and smiled warmly. “Same old, same old,” he took a drag of his smoke before speaking once more “Little lost inside my own head but hey, can’t complain” He wondered how strong the alcohol smell was on him.
Looking over Connie, Hancock couldn’t help but remark on how good she looked. Her new title and job suited her well. “How’ve you been though? Don’t think I've seen you in a couple months now”
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