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"Agent Romanoff. How have you been?"
Hansel and Natasha: Closed
// I hope this isn't too long...<3 You can reply with however much you want, and I thought 1330's Germany would be a fun situation to put Natasha in.
The town was deadly silent in the streets, as the vast majority of people were all cramped inside of the inn for a drink. They were celebrating; Hansel and Gretel had both just cleared the town of their witch problem... For the time being.
It'd taken them quite some time to get back all twelve children, but in the end it was easier than expected.
Hansel stood outside of the inn, smiling to himself as he swigged on his beer. His sister, as well as most of the towns people, were all inside and completely smashed on alcohol. However, he wasn't complaining as it was nice to see his sister truly enjoying herself for once, and getting along with everybody. He'd just sit back in the shadows, and enjoy the happy atmosphere.
His eyes studied the streets; no one was there. In the distance, there was just the soft rustling of the leaves on the trees, and the horses gnawing at their hay. There was the occasional snort and stamp of hooves from the creatures, maybe a bark now and again from the dogs that trotted freely around the town, and very loud choruses of cheers from inside the building he was lent against.
OOC: It's the weekend! Anyone want to RP?
|Rara Avis|
Arcadian, alluring, and lavish, the music notes blew in over the meticulously set tables and patrons, plundering Clint with the sound. It was gross. If Clint had wished to listen to violins and cellos while he ate, he would not have invited a friend. The aspect of a social dinner rendered music completely superfluous. What was he supposed to do? Talk over the unbearable melody? Is that what fancy people did? Clint, of course, did not even begin to echo the adjective “fancy”. But he decided that fancy people were not bothered by the overshadowing music because fancy people only ever talked to other fancy people, and all fancy people considered other fancy people not as fancy as themselves and therefore had nothing to talk about.
Luckily, this crisis had not yet reached Clint as his “friend” was late. Or maybe he was early; both were possible, though the latter was much dodgier. To further the blonde’s avant-garde mind-set, he was sporting a disheveled-looking tux (the only one, in fact, that he owned). The suit itself was pure and true, even relatively chic—if you squinted hard enough, that is. It was more so his manner of wearing said suit that exposed him as a maverick. Slouched in his chair with his arms folded behind his head in feigned relaxation, Clint looked like a real bohemian. He drew a hand to his neck and tugged uncomfortably at the collar, training his eyes on the front entrance. The keenness of his gaze was that of both the wanderlust to escape and of impatience. With a grumble, he waved the waitress off once more, again stating that he was waiting for someone, before deciding that he was going to bail if Natasha didn’t show in the next five minutes. Leaning forward, he pushed back his sleeve and proceeded to stare intently at his watch. Five minutes, starting… now.
OOC: I'm off to The Gambia for a week starting tomorrow. I'll be back next Sunday and hopefully will be awake enough to do replies. If not, see you all Monday.
OOC: Apologies for being inactive these past couple of days, I've had some coursework that really needed doing
OOC: Bed for me. You know the drill, like if I need to reply :P
