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hadriel_logs2016-11-26 01:11 pm
fuckthechicken) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-11-26 01:11 pm
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[OPEN] hello darkness my old friend
Who: Sandor Clegane and YOU!
What: The Hound just goes on his regular loner routine until he has unexpected visitors.
Where: Delight's Bar (or any other bars), around and outside of the city.
When: From the end of the demon visitors plot and onward!
Warnings: Language. Violence. Gore. Will update if anything else comes up!
A; The Bar
[ Where could this big, lumbering guy usually be found? Nursing a drink (or several). Typically, he would keep to himself when he did it unless something particularly stupid was going on around him. But right now, he scratched at the side of his face -- the scarred and burnt flesh from when his face met fire as a boy caught the light to give it a ghastly appearance. And if he noticed anyone looking at him for a particularly long time, he had no qualms about grunting out: ]
You need something? Or you just come to admire my pretty little face? [ The words oozing with sarcasm and slightly slurred from the numerous drinks already coursing through his system. ]
B; Outer Caves
[ It wasn't really by any desire to find out what was out there or proactive action to find an escape that Sandor headed into dangerous territory. No. He just loved to kill things. Nothing felt more satisfying than sliding his sword through some beasty as it spurted out its insides (except maybe a good, strong drink.) By this point, he was coated in blood -- some of it belonging to him but most of it belonging to the pile of creatures he left in his travels.
Upon hearing a sound behind him, Sandor spun around with his sword drawn -- so close to cleaving the potential threat and only stopping once he realized it wasn't a threat at all. ]
You can't go sneaking up on people like that unless you got a bloody death wish.
C; Also Outer Caves (closed to Castiel)
[ Sandor was about to call it a day. He killed enough things to work up his thirst and that was how he lived his life in Hadriel. He drank some and then killed and killed and then drank. It was a vicious, repetitive cycle. But the man had fallen into it -- not knowing what the hell else to do here. He wiped the latest string of viscera from his sword onto a large rock, turning on his heel.
Clegane didn't know exactly how it happened. It started with the dim glow of a fire and it grew rapidly. Maybe some of the guts that littered the floor were highly flammable. Maybe it was just dumb luck. But whatever the case, Clegane found himself around more fire than he felt comfortable dealing with. And whoever came upon him now would see that the man with so much bravado and fearlessness normally was absolutely terrified now. Seemed like the very first time since he'd been here that Sandor Clegane was in need of rescuing.
Upon seeing a shadow through the flames, the Hound managed to stammer out a very pleading: ]
H-help me!
D; Outskirts of the City (closed to Tina)
[ This girl -- this loud, obnoxious bag of bones was up to something. And again, Sandor was pretty sure he should walk right by and ignore her. It likely wouldn't be anything good. But he did have a soft spot for the girl. Even if he hadn't spoken to her much -- she was a spitfire just like Arya. So, with an exaggerated sigh of exhaustion, the large man looked down at the tiny girl and asked. ]
The hell're you up to, girl? Lookin' for your lost mind 'cause you're likely not gonna find that anywhere here. Bet you left it right back home.
[ Oh. He was so clever. He looked pretty amused by the teasing insult. ]
E; Wildcard!
[ Got an idea of your own? Come at me. I'm open to anything with this grouch. ]
What: The Hound just goes on his regular loner routine until he has unexpected visitors.
Where: Delight's Bar (or any other bars), around and outside of the city.
When: From the end of the demon visitors plot and onward!
Warnings: Language. Violence. Gore. Will update if anything else comes up!
A; The Bar
[ Where could this big, lumbering guy usually be found? Nursing a drink (or several). Typically, he would keep to himself when he did it unless something particularly stupid was going on around him. But right now, he scratched at the side of his face -- the scarred and burnt flesh from when his face met fire as a boy caught the light to give it a ghastly appearance. And if he noticed anyone looking at him for a particularly long time, he had no qualms about grunting out: ]
You need something? Or you just come to admire my pretty little face? [ The words oozing with sarcasm and slightly slurred from the numerous drinks already coursing through his system. ]
B; Outer Caves
[ It wasn't really by any desire to find out what was out there or proactive action to find an escape that Sandor headed into dangerous territory. No. He just loved to kill things. Nothing felt more satisfying than sliding his sword through some beasty as it spurted out its insides (except maybe a good, strong drink.) By this point, he was coated in blood -- some of it belonging to him but most of it belonging to the pile of creatures he left in his travels.
Upon hearing a sound behind him, Sandor spun around with his sword drawn -- so close to cleaving the potential threat and only stopping once he realized it wasn't a threat at all. ]
You can't go sneaking up on people like that unless you got a bloody death wish.
C; Also Outer Caves (closed to Castiel)
[ Sandor was about to call it a day. He killed enough things to work up his thirst and that was how he lived his life in Hadriel. He drank some and then killed and killed and then drank. It was a vicious, repetitive cycle. But the man had fallen into it -- not knowing what the hell else to do here. He wiped the latest string of viscera from his sword onto a large rock, turning on his heel.
Clegane didn't know exactly how it happened. It started with the dim glow of a fire and it grew rapidly. Maybe some of the guts that littered the floor were highly flammable. Maybe it was just dumb luck. But whatever the case, Clegane found himself around more fire than he felt comfortable dealing with. And whoever came upon him now would see that the man with so much bravado and fearlessness normally was absolutely terrified now. Seemed like the very first time since he'd been here that Sandor Clegane was in need of rescuing.
Upon seeing a shadow through the flames, the Hound managed to stammer out a very pleading: ]
H-help me!
D; Outskirts of the City (closed to Tina)
[ This girl -- this loud, obnoxious bag of bones was up to something. And again, Sandor was pretty sure he should walk right by and ignore her. It likely wouldn't be anything good. But he did have a soft spot for the girl. Even if he hadn't spoken to her much -- she was a spitfire just like Arya. So, with an exaggerated sigh of exhaustion, the large man looked down at the tiny girl and asked. ]
The hell're you up to, girl? Lookin' for your lost mind 'cause you're likely not gonna find that anywhere here. Bet you left it right back home.
[ Oh. He was so clever. He looked pretty amused by the teasing insult. ]
E; Wildcard!
[ Got an idea of your own? Come at me. I'm open to anything with this grouch. ]
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[ He takes a large swallow of his drink -- about to leave it there. But perhaps the booze is what gives him the generosity to share his gruesome tale. This woman didn't ask for it and probably didn't want it, but Sandor starts spewing the words anyway. ]
Gift from my brother from when I was a boy. He thought I stole one of his toys, so he grabbed my head and pressed my face right down to the bloody fire. [ A thoughtful frown. ] Slammed it right in there nice and good and let me roast like a mutton chop.
[ Sarcastically raising his glass. ] Here's to family, am I right? [ Tilting back the drink, he polishes off the contents. ]
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[That's horrible. She imagined things, but nothing as terrible as that. The poor man. Jill is sure that was just one of the many injuries he sustained from such a cruel sibling.
But given that he told the story, she can't let him drink alone. She lifts her drink.]
Here's to.. being an only child.
[Better not to have siblings than to have one like that. And she drinks.]
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That's one thing to be goddamned grateful for.
[ Sandor waves his hand for another refill and then looks back at the woman. ]
You newer to this world? Or one of the older ones? [ He hasn't really paid much attention to the people beyond himself here. But whichever she happens to be, she seems tough. So he's sure she'll handle this place just fine. ]
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[Seems like she's been here a long time, though. Or feels like it. After zombies and dragons and demons, that's plenty to make anyone feel seasoned.]
What about you?
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[ His nose wrinkles up. ]
Except when the bloody gods decide it's fun to fuck us up the arse with some new, weird threat.
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[Jill was getting tired of being stuck in caves. Even if they were large caves.]
I joined the city guard when I got here. Do you do anything?
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[ That showed how out of the loop Sandor Clegane happened to be. He was far too content to stay in his own private, self-made hell of routine and then drinking to forget that routine. ]
Haven't really found much worth doin'. Besides going out and killing things. Seems no matter how quick you take down those little fuckers, more come back the next day.
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[It's sort of a marathon of killing things and keeping people safe. He might be good at that.]