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@merdude-sid
Sid Fors : Merdude : Rebel fish with a cause
“All men have secrets and here is mine // So let it be known For we have been through hell and high tide // I think I can rely on you // And yet you start to recoil // Heavy words are so lightly thrown // But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you”
P.O. my ass
Talia : Rusalka : Sidney’s Crazy Ex-Girlfriend
“ The world was on fire and no one could save me but you // It's strange what desire will make foolish people do // I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you // And I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you ”
Meet in the spring of 1917 along the riverbanks of the Neva River. One drunken night, Sid + Fen were walking along during the the “Rusalka Week.” Where the riverbanks crest over and flood the countryside. The cousins hear music playing and woman whispers. When the boys went to check it out, they found Rusalki dancing on top of the water. And Talia caught Sidney’s eye. They walked closer to the Rusalki clan + Talia reached out to Sid.
Her legs looked like they sprouted from the water + her blonde hair had water lilies braided into it. Talia kissed Sidney and tried to pull him under the water. To drown him. Only realizing after he grew gills to, that he was someone like her.
Jason Segel, “Dracula’s Lament”
tinydancer-victoria:
Taking a sip of her drink, Victoria looked over at Sid and couldn’t help but laugh. “You got a little..” Tapping at her lip she only shook her head. Her brow furrowed slightly when he mentioned fishing his friends. Looking from Sid to the bartender and back, she opened her mouth to speak. “Are you a merman then?” She asked, not trying in the slightest to hide being blunt.
With a devious grin, Sidney used the sleeve of his jacket to whip the foam ‘stash off. He nodded taking another gulp of his Guinness. “Yea, guilty.” Sid leaned into Victoria. “But don’t tell anyone...” He giggled softly. “It’s a secret.” And added a wink at the end.
rashiddahar:
Rashid let out a soft chuckle, “No, that hasn’t been me. Perhaps another haunting?” As he spoke he began looking around, trying to find signs of another ghostly presence. He wasn’t particularly great at sensing other spirits. He focused his energies on more important things.. like dancing and fixing library shelving mishaps. Even if he found another spirit, he wouldn’t know what to do with it. “Or just a really bad co-worker,” he offered, grinning.
Sidney shrugged. “If it isn’t you then it’s probably that new ditsy hostess.” Sidney ran his hand though his greasy red hair. “She’s a shite of a hostess. Always on that damn phone.”
tinydancer-victoria:
Taking up a seat beside him, Victoria peeled herself out of the thin jacket that she wore. “Martini please, two olives.” She said with a smile. Looking around the bar for a moment, the girl looked back to Sid. “So, I take it you’re here a lot?” She ventured with a laugh.
The little bar wasn’t very full, it seemed like one of those places that if you knew it was there. It was full of the regulars. An older man who looked like he’d seen a thing or two sat off in the corner smoking a cigar. A middle aged couple sat at a round table holding hands and smiling over a glass of whiskey.
Jimi, the bar tender put the drinks down in front of Sid + Victoria. He took a sip lot letting the foam settle making Sid have a foam stash. He grinned over at his new friend, knowing that the goofy ‘stash was still over his lips. “You could say that. I make sure that Jimi here doesn't fish too many of my friends.” He laughed and Jimi shook his head. “It’s also the only place that’s walking distance from my place that’s open this late.”
edwarddelark:
“It wasn’t a war, it was a massacre” he muttered, more to himself. Three brothers and all three of them had died, had to say something about the situation. Not that he would ever talk about his brothers, not after seeing Rupert be blown up. Some things were just unforgettable. But there was nothing he could have done to help him, he wanted to, but there was nothing. “Like I already said, I don’t talk about it”.
“Alright, alright.” Sid exhaled leaning back in his chair. “I can take a hint.” He inhaled long off his half gone cigarette. “So you come here often after I lock up?” Sidney spoke after a few passing seconds of silence.
fiery-ember:
She smiled up at the man, as he filled up the glasses. “If I am correct, and I might not be, but I believe you bought me a drink on Halloween before my night went a bit crazy.” Ember chuckled.
“Ah, yes.” Sid pushed the glass closer to Ember. “I remember, you were dressed as Ariel, from the Little Mermaid.” He laughed taking the last gulp of water, he used the soda gun to refill his glass. “You know... That is my favorite book.Read it ‘bout 100 times.”
rescuing-roman:
“You got an ID?” He questioned moving to pull a bottle from the cooler underneath the counter.
“Seriously?” Sidney scoffed, but complied (mumbling more Swedish curses). He smacked down his Crown issued drivers license with a fake birth year. It read November, 15 1990.
edwarddelark:
“I don’t talk about it” but it was said too late, he knew he had flinched slightly. No, he hadn’t been, he had been in the trenches. But Michael had been, and Michael had died there.
“So you’ve seen combat.” He inhaled long off is fag. Sidney’s gaze never broke from the ghost. His mind was racing trying to remember the face. “Fuckin’ doozy of a war, yeah? A whole lot of fighting, and for what? Not much really. They destroyed thousand year old mer-communities.” Sid took another long drag. “No, I don’t think you died at sea. Your uniform is different.” A sadistic smile washed over his face as Sid remembered the screams of the sailors that he dragged to the ocean floor. “I would know.”
thewelshglynn:
“Do you want help?” he knew it was his job, but that just seemed too much stuff to clean by himself, and he was free anyway, so “Thanks” he smiled, before taking a sip of his drink “Oh, yeah, the food ‘ere is amazin’, I love it”
“Excellent.” Sidney lit up his cigarette dangling from his mouth. “Well I was going to grab myself a shift drink. But I don’t want to drink alone. Can I top you off?”
irisfxrbs:
Iris nodded her head, a smile slipped onto her lips as she did so. “I think that would be perfect.”
Sid ran his hand thought his grease red hair. “Well, let me clean up here and we can head out.” Sidney quickly went to the back and washed his forearms and hands. He made sure the gas lines were turned off for the stoves, and grabbed his favorite black bomber jacket from the kitchen office. Sid turned the kitchen lights off on his way out to the restaurant floor.
“All set?”
rescuing-roman:
Sticking the ticket onto a stake in the serving window, Roman looked back at the other. “What do you want to drink?”
Sidney looked back at Roman, his face hasn’t changed from annoyed. “You got Guinness?”
rescuing-roman:
“That’s seriously all you want kid?” Roman asked as he scribbled down the order onto the pad tucked into his apron pocket.
Sidney grumbles a few obscenities in Swedish. Kid? I’m fuckin’ 20 times his age. “Thanks, pal.” He said with a ridged tone.
tinydancer-victoria:
Victoria wrapped her arms a bit tighter around her frame as she walked. Mentally making a note to dig one of her thicker sweatshirts out of the back of her closet when she arrived home. Coming up to the bar, Victoria almost walked right past it. Doing a bit of a double tack, she grinned when he held the door open for her.
“I’m a dance teacher.” She said walking inside. There weren’t that many people there. And there was a distinct sort of fishy odor that hung in the air, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t get used to after a few minutes. Sort of dancing in place, to shake the chill that settled on her skin, she looked back at Sid.
Sid walked in and closed the door tight behind him. “Eh, Jimi!” He nodded over to the man behind the bar. Jimi was in his early 30′s, but the life of a fisherman and the open sea mad him look in his 50′s. He face was dark from years of ocean sun, and his had had the tell tale signs of working with fish nets: cracked + leathery. “Ey.” Jimi smiled back. “What will it be merman?” He threw the bar rag over his shoulder and grabbed two pint glasses from next beer taps. Sidney sat down around the dark wood bar top in the cracked pleather bar stools. He smacked his pack of smokes down and tapped the counter. “Usual for me, and whatever the lady would like.”
rescuing-roman:
“Oh, uh, from the waters around the Isle. We’ve got a supplier that brings in fresh fish every couple days.”
He gave a long sigh. “Can I just have the chips then?”
