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maskormenacelogs2016-05-18 11:03 am
shittybirthday) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-05-18 11:03 am
Two men walk into a bar
WHO: Joel + some open starters + some closed starters
WHERE: Various!
WHEN: Throughout May
WHAT: Bar work, confrontations, and some backdated stuff.
WARNINGS: Nothing in particular but will edit if necessary!
▍DIVE BAR JOEL WORKS AT | HEROPA | OPEN
▍BAR CLOSING TIME | HEROPA | OPEN
▍KOTETSU | SLICE TO MEET YOU, NONAH | CLOSED
▍CARL | XAVIER'S, HEROPA | CLOSED
▍JESSE | CAMPING IN THE WOODS, NORTH CAROLINA | CLOSED
WHERE: Various!
WHEN: Throughout May
WHAT: Bar work, confrontations, and some backdated stuff.
WARNINGS: Nothing in particular but will edit if necessary!
▍DIVE BAR JOEL WORKS AT | HEROPA | OPEN
[ Joel has been pulling beers all night, thumping shots of whiskey or bourbon down on the bar in front of customers, wiping out washed beer glasses, cleaning up spills, breaking up a couple of fights by throwing the troublemakers out onto the dimly lit street… and the later the night gets, the more his patience is wearing thin.
Actually, Joel's patience had worn thin hours ago. Some drunk asshole is wailing away off-key to an 80s ballad on the karaoke machine. Some other drunk asshole is rowdily talking at the top of his voice by the pool tables. Some other drunk asshole keeps selecting Bon Jovi's Livin' On A Prayer on the bar jukebox and drunkenly playing air guitar. Not to mention the constant hubbub of noise and people. Joel is a burly, hard-assed, unfriendly-looking guy on a good day, but that's multiplied at least tenfold right now.
(ooc; Irritate Joel at the bar! Start a bar fight! Maybe your character is the asshole singing karaoke! Or keeps selecting Bon Jovi! Have at!) ]
Actually, Joel's patience had worn thin hours ago. Some drunk asshole is wailing away off-key to an 80s ballad on the karaoke machine. Some other drunk asshole is rowdily talking at the top of his voice by the pool tables. Some other drunk asshole keeps selecting Bon Jovi's Livin' On A Prayer on the bar jukebox and drunkenly playing air guitar. Not to mention the constant hubbub of noise and people. Joel is a burly, hard-assed, unfriendly-looking guy on a good day, but that's multiplied at least tenfold right now.
(ooc; Irritate Joel at the bar! Start a bar fight! Maybe your character is the asshole singing karaoke! Or keeps selecting Bon Jovi! Have at!) ]
▍BAR CLOSING TIME | HEROPA | OPEN
[ At 3AM on the dot, Joel throws everyone out. No ifs, no buts, no exceptions. No fucking patience. He shuts the front door firmly and locks it, heaving a weary, disgruntled sigh of relief. Christ, time to head home. Thank Christ he isn't on closing shift every night or he'd go insane.
After he does a quick final round of turning up all the stools, gathering together leftover dirty glasses to be stashed in the dishwasher and does a quick sweep of the floor, he shuts off all the lights, checks he's got his keys, and heads for the back entrance that leads out onto a dark back alley. The hinges squeak as he pulls the door shut behind him, and he mutters in irritation to himself at the door stubbornly refusing to lock on the first go. Old, rundown place needs goddamn maintenance, h thinks to himself. Something he'll get onto during the week.
Pocketing his keys, he turns to start towards his car - and comes to a quick stop at someone approaching him in the dark alley. Probably some drunk asshole. Joel heaves a sigh of impatience. ]
What d'you want? Bar's closed.
After he does a quick final round of turning up all the stools, gathering together leftover dirty glasses to be stashed in the dishwasher and does a quick sweep of the floor, he shuts off all the lights, checks he's got his keys, and heads for the back entrance that leads out onto a dark back alley. The hinges squeak as he pulls the door shut behind him, and he mutters in irritation to himself at the door stubbornly refusing to lock on the first go. Old, rundown place needs goddamn maintenance, h thinks to himself. Something he'll get onto during the week.
Pocketing his keys, he turns to start towards his car - and comes to a quick stop at someone approaching him in the dark alley. Probably some drunk asshole. Joel heaves a sigh of impatience. ]
What d'you want? Bar's closed.
▍KOTETSU | SLICE TO MEET YOU, NONAH | CLOSED
[ How he got roped into this, Joel has no goddamn clue, but he's seated at one of the table in Slice To Meet You with his arms crossed defensively across his chest and a flat, aggravated death stare on his face. He's made no particular effort to dress up for the occasion, either: just jeans, a flannel shirt and boots.
It's bad enough that this place is swarming with noise and people and activity, but those goddamn animatronic things up on the stage and the distorted, slowed-down music coming from those creepy things…
Yeah, well. This so-called "date" had better hurry the hell up because Joel is about five seconds away from getting up from the table and getting the hell outta here. ]
It's bad enough that this place is swarming with noise and people and activity, but those goddamn animatronic things up on the stage and the distorted, slowed-down music coming from those creepy things…
Yeah, well. This so-called "date" had better hurry the hell up because Joel is about five seconds away from getting up from the table and getting the hell outta here. ]
▍CARL | XAVIER'S, HEROPA | CLOSED
[ A number of hours have passed, enough time that Jesse is finally, slowly on the mend. Enough time that Joel can leave Jesse's side without worrying out of his mind.
He's got a bit of a clearer idea of what the hell had been going through Carl's mind based on what Jesse had told him. Joel wants to hear it from Carl, though. Wants to find out exactly what the hell happened. And though he's got a better idea of what Carl had been thinking, Joel can't help being mad as hell at him. That survivor instinct of fiercely looking out for his own.
He teleports to Xavier's from the beach house; he notices, as he heads through the lobby, that the blood has been cleaned up. The whole goddamn school makes him uneasy from all the memories of Ellie this place holds, and even more so now after what happened here earlier. Joel forcibly pushes it all to the back of his mind, though, as he takes the stairs up to Rick and Carl's floor.
When he reaches their apartment, Joel pounds on the door. ]
He's got a bit of a clearer idea of what the hell had been going through Carl's mind based on what Jesse had told him. Joel wants to hear it from Carl, though. Wants to find out exactly what the hell happened. And though he's got a better idea of what Carl had been thinking, Joel can't help being mad as hell at him. That survivor instinct of fiercely looking out for his own.
He teleports to Xavier's from the beach house; he notices, as he heads through the lobby, that the blood has been cleaned up. The whole goddamn school makes him uneasy from all the memories of Ellie this place holds, and even more so now after what happened here earlier. Joel forcibly pushes it all to the back of his mind, though, as he takes the stairs up to Rick and Carl's floor.
When he reaches their apartment, Joel pounds on the door. ]
▍JESSE | CAMPING IN THE WOODS, NORTH CAROLINA | CLOSED
[ They arrived here mid-afternoon. Joel had busied himself with setting up the camp, getting the fire pit going, organising food for dinner. Normally, once Joel is out in nature, away from people and noise, he starts to relax, especially around Jesse. Not so much this time. Joel has been mostly quiet, preoccupied.
It's evening now, the last rays of the sun long gone. Joel is crouched in front of the campfire, stirring up the embers with a stick, occasionally nudging the thick pieces of wood the fire is licking around to get some more air flowing through it, to get the fire roaring. The whole point of coming out here was to try and put what had happened behind them, just keep moving on as normal, but to Joel's irritation, his mind keeps wandering back over it all. He's been trying to block out the memory of Jesse bleeding out, trying to make himself stay focused on the fact that Jesse is fine now. It's all past them now. Except there's really a lot more bothering him on top of that.
Without really being aware of it, he heaves a deep, irritated sigh as he pushes himself to his feet. ]
Guess I'll get started on dinner. Brought some meat and… other stuff.
[ Probably the longest sentence Joel has spoken to Jesse since they arrived here. ]
It's evening now, the last rays of the sun long gone. Joel is crouched in front of the campfire, stirring up the embers with a stick, occasionally nudging the thick pieces of wood the fire is licking around to get some more air flowing through it, to get the fire roaring. The whole point of coming out here was to try and put what had happened behind them, just keep moving on as normal, but to Joel's irritation, his mind keeps wandering back over it all. He's been trying to block out the memory of Jesse bleeding out, trying to make himself stay focused on the fact that Jesse is fine now. It's all past them now. Except there's really a lot more bothering him on top of that.
Without really being aware of it, he heaves a deep, irritated sigh as he pushes himself to his feet. ]
Guess I'll get started on dinner. Brought some meat and… other stuff.
[ Probably the longest sentence Joel has spoken to Jesse since they arrived here. ]
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What's it gonna b--
[ Joel is interrupted - and a little startled - by one of the waitstaff appearing at their table. A tired looking young woman chewing gum and holding a pen poised over a notepad. What's their order gonna be?
Well, so much for the excuse of stepping away to order the drinks himself at the cash register. Reluctantly, he pushes his wallet back into his pocket and sits back down. ]
Coffee for me. And... whatever he wants.
[ A vague wave at Kotetsu. ]
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But the waitress asks their order and it's at times like these that he really misses Legend Cola....but alas. One has to Make Do with the available options, even if they're clearly inferior to his old fave. :T]
I'll have a lemonade, thanks.
[The waitress goes off to put their drink orders in, and Kotetsu leans back against the seat back, resting his head against his arms.]
Soooo. You never said what kinda pizza you like.
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A one-shouldered shrug at the guy's remark about pizza. ]
Not picky.
[ Silence, then. Awkward silence, as Joel sits there trying to shut out the animatronic band while glancing away to survey the restaurant. Christ, this is gonna be painful if he doesn't think of something to say. Joel turns his attention back on Kotetsu with a resigned sigh. ]
So... d'you know the kid that roped us into this?
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Not really. I've seen her around the network and all, but we've never really talked or anything.
[Clearly he's slipping on his 'dad ALL the children' thing :F]
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[ A goddamn blind date, is what he means. God, he hates these things. ]
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She's probably at that age where--you, y'know, notice people. [What do you mean his daughter is also at that age, lalalala he can't hear you.] She probably wants to see everyone doing it.