Steampunk RP and More

Please, please, please:

- At least one good paragraph (No one liners)
- No god-modding, ect.
- Try to be active if you're going to join
- It's more open ended then anything have to be set in stone
- Respect each other
- Include everyone

Current Weather: Clear

Current RPers:
Clarence Aizi(Ohermichi) - Page
Ben Abernathy (Azoulas_and_More) - Page

Lightning flashed from the outside, turning the clouded sky to bright light for a split second before it went back to grey. The rain pounded against the roof top of an inn that sat at the end of the street, the place where people gathered for a good time or to get out from the rain. Even with the change of weather to how nasty it was out side there was still a good amount of people sitting around the hall enjoying their alcohol and having a good time.

It was back away from the crowd in the corner where Clarence, sat with his own drink in his hand. While he sat on one chair he had his legs up on another not too far away from him as he took sips of the surprisingly tart drink that he had. Everyone always came in groups with their buddies and talked so loudly each one trying to overcome the next one over. If only the only reason he came was for the booze maybe then he could be out of here quicker to get back to his solitude. Alas that wasn't possible which was saddening in a way, but he was okay for the most part. Most people who lived in the area knew better then to really bother him all that much unless they were hurt, bleeding, or dying. For good reasons too, if only they knew those reasons.

As it started to pour, Ben dashed for the nearest shelter…which happened to be an inn on the corner which he had often passed but never entered. Letting the door fall shut behind him, he shakes water from his hat and hangs it on a rack by the door before making his way to a table in the back. It wasn't too crowded, but it was still more people than Ben was comfortable with. As soon as this rain cleared up, he'd be on his way.

After ordering a pint of beer, he sat back in the chair and looked around. Everyone either kept to themselves or sat drinking in groups of friends. One man in the far corner caught his eye, he seemed out of place somehow. He didn't look all too out of the ordinary, but there was something strange...

Clarence rubbed at the side of his neck where his stitches ended, his blue eyes skimming across the people around. Well he had been until a group of three drunken men had gotten close, one bumping right into his arm of which he was trying to take a drink from his cup. Frowning he looked down at his drink that was splashed down his sweater now. Those drunkards, they needed to keep away. The blonde moved his legs to kick at the man who had bumped into him. "Oi, if you're going to flaunt around drunk do it some place else."

"Sorry doc." The man mumbled before they started to move away from him, leaving him back to his corner and what was left of his drink.

Sighing he set the glass down on the table, looking back down at his sweater. He'd rather not take it off but now he smelled of booze and was wet. It would dry eventually, but until then it was either suck it up or pull the thing off. He'd rather keep it on. His eye hit something though when he looked back up, turning his head back to his own business. Some guy had been looking at him, not that he really cared but he hadn't really ever seen him before out of all the other times he had been to the inn.

Ben watches, fascinated, as an intoxicated man bumps into the man sitting into the corner, spilling his drink. As the man moves, strange scars are visible. With a few words Ben can't hear, the drunken men back away from the strange man with nervous expressions. Suddenly the man was looking at Ben, who averts his eyes suddenly to stare down into his drink. He wondered what people seeing him thought. He'd always looked younger than his age. Could they tell he didn't get out much? Well, most of them were drunk anyway.

In the end he got fed up with the sweater and pulled it off up over his head, leaving him with a dark brown short sleeve shirt on underneath. The down fall to that was that now the spirals around his arms could be seen, at this point he figured plenty of the people were already drunk while he was still working out who it was he was suppose to be looking for. As he pushed himself up out of the seat he grabbed the empty cup taking it with him as he made his way through the place to get to the bar tender. No sense in sitting around without anything to drink, hopefully this one wouldn't end up on him. His eyes closed for a moment as another streak of lighting lit up the sky while he was waiting for his drink, taking another look around him afterwards.

Something in the way the man carried himself kept Ben's eyes riveted to him. He was only a little shocked when the man pulled the alcohol-drenched sweater over his head to leave only a thin brown shirt, but Ben supposed it was his own fault he had led such a sheltered life. It was his own choice never to frequent bars such as this, he supposed things like this were common here.

His father would have chastised him for staring, but whether it was fascination or fear, he couldn't look away. The strange scars on his arms especially drew his attention, and he wondered whether anyone else noticed or even knew what they were. As the man looks around again, once more Ben turns his head down. A clap of thunder makes him flinch and slop a little of his own drink onto his hands, which were still clasped tightly around the tankard. How close was it? A building had probably been struck by lightning nearby. If only the storm would clear, he could go home. Why did his days off always end up like this?

Once he had a new drink in his hand he pushed away from the bar, taking it with him as he moved back away from the crowds that stood around the bar. As he walked he took a sip, ultimately ending himself up at the table of the guy who had been looking at him. Clarence pulled out a chair and sat down, setting his drink down in front and folding his arms over as he leaned against the table. "Enjoying the weather?" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth. The man seemed to be nervous enough as it was, no need to intimidate him any further by opening up with why he had been staring at him. He was pretty sure though part of it was because of the stitches down his arms. It was always the stitches, which was why he usually kept them covered up.

{You know I just realized that I haven't been replying as Ben… >.<}

Having not looked up since he looked away, Ben didn't notice the man walking towards him. When he spoke, Ben jumped again, spilling a little more of his drink on the table. He stammered, taken by surprise. He rarely spoke to anyone besides customers, and wasn't well practiced in the art of conversation. He cursed this in his mind as he tried to come up with a coherent reply. "I…I wouldn't say this type of weather is my favorite…" His voice came out sounding a little more frightened than he intended, but it wasn't the man himself that scared him…though he was intimidating in tone and posture. Ben tried diligently to keep from staring at the scars crisscrossing the man's exposed arms. They were worse up close, jagged stitches that looked as though the man had sown them into his own skin. Before he could help himself, his curiosity spilled from his mouth in a stumbling question, "How did you get those scars?" Immediately he regretted opening his mouth, seeming to shrink back in the chair.

(( That's alright))

His face sort of fell when he heard the question. Of course, he had been expecting something like that but it didn't make it any more present to hear. Glancing down he spread out his fingers looking at the end of the stitching before looking back up. "Do you really want to know?" He had done them to himself and he kept them up having to replace them every once in awhile when he absentmindedly picked at them. "It doesn't really concern you." Raising his hand he rubbed at his cheek, reaching with his free hand for his drink to take a sip. As he did he glanced over his shoulder once more towards the other people. The man he was looking for still wasn't there. He supposed that he wasn't going to find him then, at least not tonight. "Any other questions?" Clarence asked turning his eyes towards the scared man a small smile on his face.

"I apologize…that was extremely rude. I didn't mean to offend you." He spoke quickly, nervously, as his fingernails dug into the palms of his hands underneath the table until he nearly broke the skin. He wished he could kick himself, but that would have to do for now. Or better yet, if he could only disappear, go back to the shop and build something to take his mind off of this. Maybe it was the drink making him such a bumbling idiot, but he'd barely taken a sip so far. "No, I won't…I don't have any more questions. Maybe I should, well, can I buy you a drink?" He stood slowly, leaving his tankard on the table, and waited for the man's response. He looked thoroughly disappointed that Ben had asked…He must get that question often, he thought.

"Nah. This drink is enough for me. You wouldn't exactly want to get a drunk doctor if you get hurt would ya?" People relied on him if they had an emergency, and even then he still had his night job to work on but that wasn't going to well at the moment. There were always the ups and downs. "Besides, you seem really nervous. I assure you I'm not all that scary, I get asked about them a lot. Come on, a friendly conversation couldn't hurt. My name's Clarence, you are?" He hadn't been trying to scare him off, but it seemed like that was what was happening. Leaning back in the chair he ran his fingers through his hair. One of these days things would go right.

Ben relaxed only slightly, his face flushed red all over as the man called him 'nervous'. Was it really that visible?
"Of course. I'm Benedict, Benedict Abernathy." He wipes a hand on his trousers before extending it to shake, making sure it was dried of beer. "So you're a doctor?" He asks, attempting a smile. After drying the other hand, he brushed the locks of straying brown-black hair from his eyes and back into place. Habitually tugging on the leather strap of the goggles hanging around his neck, he sat up straighter in the chair. Maybe he could still make a good impression. It wasn't often he got the chance for a casual conversation like this, and he would take whatever he could get when it came to company…even if it was a man as unusual as this doctor.

Clarence gave a nod at his question of being a doctor. He was sure that most people around these parts knew about that, maybe he wasn't from around here. Or maybe he just didn't know him. He had been in this town for a few years after having to move from the last one for certain reasons. "Yes, my place is in between a few of the shops on the street. I've never seen you around however, not from around here?" He looked at the hand that was held out to him then back up before he reached out to shake Ben's hand.

"Do you know the watchmaker's shop two blocks from here, next door to that ladies hat shop? That's where I work and live. I don't really leave the house much except for errands for my father." Ben said, and shook the doctor's hand briefly before sitting back in the chair and folding his hands on the table. "I do most of the work around the shop, my father has been too ill." His eyes rested on the table, occasionally flickering upward expectantly to check the man's expressions.

Clarence had to think for a moment where exactly Ben was talking about. He knew the area alright but other then back alleyways he really didn't spend too much time memorizing what shops were where. "Ah I see. You should get out more often, it's not good to stay in one place for long. Wouldn't you rather get out and walk around sometimes?" He himself couldn't stand to be in one place for too long if he had nothing to concentrate on and sometimes the patients he got... ugh, he could do without them. If only he didn't have to keep up appearances and could live with just his night life.

"I suppose I should, but I honestly don't feel as though I need anything but my machines and my music." He said quietly with a brief smile, staring absently at his hands. "Mostly when I leave the shop it's for errands and such, not much time for myself. Today was supposed to be my day off." He shook his head and glanced to the window with a dismissive laugh. "Doesn't matter though. I didn't even know what I wanted to do with all that extra time." He glanced again at Clarence with an abashed expression, as though just realizing that he'd been going on about all this to a stranger. "Forgive me. I don't usually talk this much." He ran a hand over his hair, from front to back to push it from his eyes, without realizing. A nervous habit.

"Oh no you're fine. Talk about anything you want, It's not like I'm going to tell anyone. I may be a doctor but I don't really have anyone close to me that I talk to." Clarence smiled propping his head up in the palm of his hand, leaning forward back against the table. "It must be nice to have something you're so centered around, even if you can't find anything to spend your free time on after the fact. At least it's better then some of the dead beats i've seen around here. You wouldn't happen to of heard of the deaths going around have you?" Probably wasn't the best to bring it up but he was curious if anyone had any notice yet. If he was going to at least give the illusion that he was a normal doctor he might as well make sure that it was working.

"No…what sort of deaths?" He asked, an edge of curiosity in his voice as he lifted his head alertly. Clarence said 'deaths' as though he were talking about the weather, casually, but with the undertones of someone hiding something dark. Ben lifted his arms to lean his elbows on the table, all attention on the strange doctor. He wasn't even sure he was a doctor, but he had no choice to take the man's word. There was something about him that said he was more than that, but Ben certainly wasn't about to ask. He continually wondered about their origins, but it seemed he had grown used to the sight of the stitching and scars across Clarence's skin…though he still felt the urge to flinch when his sight fell upon them accidentally.

Hm, what was up with this guy, he seemed to get really interested when he said something about it and he had no idea of it. "Apparently there's been a couple bodies that have turned up and several others that have gone missing. You really have no idea about them? You really must not get out much." His expression went back to normal as he relaxed back against his hand. Ah but he had to be careful about what he said, going to far past what was public could spell disaster for him. "They were all a bunch of low lives supposedly from the names that I've seen in the paper." Clarence drank the last of his drink and watched Ben and his reactions to the information.