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Morgan Leander Page 32 | Human Fisherman & Butcher

[gingerann]

[cabinthewoodsrp-deactivated2016]

“Nothing at all.”

[grimorgan-blog]

“I was just curious, no need to be so on edge.”

[sid-the-merdude]

Down at the Docks//Morgan + Coraline

[sid-the-merdude]

“This is the best view in town.” She looked out over the river docks. “Whatcha fishing for around here?”

Coraline was dying to get her hands on some fish carcasses or river bed shells. Anything that has the river water braided in it. She was hoping that she could start brewing again and sell them in town. She was only hear a few days and her income was running thin.

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“You think so? Few people take much notice.” Morgan pried while gathering a hose and winding it back on board his humble boat. “Carp and bass, or whatever bites. I prefer deep sea fishing but that had to change after moving here.”

“I’m Morgan.” The human was used to making quick introduction. It was simply the Downsville way. Either you told people about yourself or they would make up a name and story all on their own. “Are you a new resident?”

[wrxn-blxkely]

    “Not sure, the bartender asked if I’ve ever had a pickled shot and I answered him with a no.” Frankly Dash didn’t think the saltiness of the drink was that bad—though humans were always so picking in all aspects of life. “What another?” 

[grimorgan-blog]

“Fuckin--get me drunk before putting one of those near me next time.” Morgan coughed, quite embarrassed since he rarely had such a negative reaction to alcohol. “No no, you knock yourself out man. I’ll stick with the rest of the shelf.”

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“It’s my first day! Did i put the wrong creamer in the coffee?” He asked frantically, taking the drink back. 

[grimorgan-blog]

“In that case--” Morgan coughs and tries not to gag in an attempt to be easy on the guy. “it’s... not horrible.” He lied while pushing the warm cup towards the barista. “Just give me a black house coffee, thanks.”

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Charlotte’s eyes narrowed at the male. “I put in what you asked for.”

“It’s not my fault you can’t handle your alcohol,” she muttered the last sentence, temporarily forgetting the customer service protocols of her job when her mixing skills were in question.

[grimorgan-blog]

The textbook alcoholic gaped at the girls statement before catching his tongue and having a laugh. “Alright, sweetheart. How about we forget the mixers and you give me a simple pint of your house brew?”

[cabinthewoodsrp-deactivated2016]

“Doesn’t everyone? At least, everyone seems to love their own sentiment.”

[grimorgan-blog]

“What’s wrong with that, exactly?”

[shapeshfter]

“W-Well– maybe I can just . . sneak out. M’only gonna wait another couple’f minutes; s’been half an hour . . ” The teenager flashed the other a shaky smile, giving a small nod. “Thanks– m’Adrien.”

“Yeah, me too . . Probably won’t, though. S’the kinda luck I’ve got.”

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“Good call, it is getting late. With the recent headlines in town it would be best to get home before sundown.” It was a general rule of thumb, “My mom used to say nothing good happens after 1 am. Good to meet you, Adrien.”

“You could reschedule maybe?”

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“Really? Why d’ye think so, lad?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “No one to impress?”

[grimorgan-blog]

“I’d say you’d be the better judge in that case. Eye of the beholder and all that jazz. You could impress a number of old grannies in town though. They love sentiment.”

[shapeshfter]

“O-Oh, well– shit, okay.I’ll– Should I go? Am I gonna get into trouble for bein’ in here?” he questioned, frowning. “I came to . . to get away from home . . ”

“N-No, I mean . . I can read it, I just don’t remember writin’ it, or anythin’ like that. Thanks, though.”

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“Oh you could, but if they haven’t noticed yet chances are you might get away with it. Perks of small town ignorance.” Morgan attempted to put him at ease, caught off guard by his confession. “... Gotcha, welcome to the U-S-of A then. My name’s Morgan.”

“Sure thing man. I hope whoever you’re looking for shows.”

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“Well, I’d say everyone’s safe from my pen’s flattery. When I write fiction, it isn’t about anyone specific, and when I write nonfiction, it’s all fact and testimony without romanticizin’. No one gets to model, they just live, and sometimes I’ll write down how they do it.“

[grimorgan-blog]

“Oh... I see. That certainly would make the job easier.” Morgan smiled, one to appreciate but never create himself. “Maybe you’ll be out of here sooner than you expect then.” He joked.

[shapeshfter]

“I– u-um, what’s legal age here? I’m not from here . . ” Adrien paused, searching for a reasonable excuse as to why he didn’t know it, before fumbling and saying the first thing that came to his mind. “M’from Russia– stuff’s different over there.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it still made him feel strange all the same. “Seriously, I d-dunno why it’s written on my hand, okay? Coulda written it in m’sleep or somethin’.”

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Learning where the kid was from peaked Morgan’s interest. He was willing to help as he typically was with everyone. “It’s twenty-one, so this would definitely be culture shock for a Russian. What brings you to the states?”

Turning slightly on the stool, he faced the other, “Need me to read it? If it’s in Russian I’m afraid you’ll have to find someone else.”

[cabinthewoodsrp-deactivated2016]

She wondered how much he knew about the newcomers. She wondered how she ought to deal with people who knew nothing. “Not quite like this one,” Ryan said, and didn’t relish the dramatic irony as much as she would have liked to. “What do ye’ mean, ‘easily flattered’?”

[grimorgan-blog]

He chuckled before taking a gulp of beer. “Then Downsville must be as special as they say.” With a shrug Morgan explained, “Like a painter or draftsman asking for you to model for one of their new works, it’s flattering to be included in something creative, writing’s no different.”

[shapeshfter]

“J-Just, um, s-someone– a person, maybe? I think? I don’t really . . remember . . but I wrote this place and this time on my hand, so m’hopin’ it’s something legit . . ?” Adrien cast the stranger a sudden, anxious look at the last question. “W-Wait, what? Rebellious how? I don’t– what?”

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Morgan couldn’t contain a soft chuckle--or two--the strangers jitters were getting to him. “Well that is all very helpful information.” Morgan teased sarcastically. “Oh I don’t know, anxious kid under legal age walks into a bar, looking to meet a stranger for something “legit”, sounds like a bad joke or a textbook rebel phase to me. Don’t worry, I won’t wreck your fun, just observing.”

[cabinthewoodsrp-deactivated2016]

He was probably human, she decided, and though he was potentially as dangerous as a human could be, that didn’t scare her at all. “Eh, it’s a strange little place, but charmin’. Haven’t decided how long I want te’ stay.”

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“You don’t have towns back home like this one?” Morgan found the idea hard to believe though he’d never journeyed overseas. “Folks are friendly enough, easily flattered, so it may go by quick. Unless these recent events have captured your interest.”

[shapeshfter]

“S– Oh. My bad.” Adrien shrank down in his seat, averting his gaze to the floor. “Yeah, I– No, I don’t . . I d-don’t really have money; I just . . m’waitin’ for someone. That’s all. I d-don’t . . ” Another apology nearly escaped, but he choked it down, though he was still nervous and pale. “Nineteen, n’case you’re wonderin’.”

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The way the stranger turned from him made Morgan feel bitter, as if he’d done something to harm the guy. “You’re clearly in greater need of a drink than me.” Morgan joked, trying to lift the mood as a means to help. “Who are you waiting for, if you don’t mind me asking?” The human nodded thoughtfully, “You’re trying to be rebellious, is that what has you so nervous?”

[grimorgan-blog]

arrowsandgin:

“Ah… So, y’aren’t new? You’ve lived here for a very long time?” Ryan asked, trying to gauge whether he was human or other. It was unfair to all the other species, Ryan knew, but she was already prejudiced. That tends to happen when an alien species tries to eat you.

“Three years isn’t so long, but yeah, was in Seattle before this. Couldn’t find any reason to go back.” Morgan admitted with his usual vague explanation. “How do you like it so far?”