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Post by Thomas Scarlett on Oct 2, 2008 19:16:02 GMT
It was probably well past eleven as Tom staggered out from the nearest tavern, into the freezing cold openness of the Town square. The long legs that supported him, shivered as he realized just how cold it really was. Actually, it was surprisingly cold for a summer's night when it should have been much warmer. It was a pretty night though with the stars showing.
In truth, Tom had probably drunk a bit too much. He had been in the tavern since about 6 in the afternoon and had not stopped drinking until just a minute ago. Tom was usually quite able to have many drinks, but today he had definitely pushed his limits and it was showing. At least he hadn't vomited yet, which would have been very embarrassing. A grown man shouldn't get that drunk.
Tom didn't really have a good reason to get drunk other than that it was fun. It had been an enjoyable evening. The card games were easy resulting in a lot of money to be won and the girls weren't too bad. He had attracted worse anyway.
Now he just had to decided where it was he should go. Wherever that was, he had to go there quick though. It was too cold to stay out like he used to do, when he was much younger, much to Dans' dismay. Tom smirked as old memories of his past drunken experiences came back to him. Anyway, Tom thought, I need to find somewhere to go. Glancing around, Tom didn't see anywhere that he could possibly go to and sighed.
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Post by jakeplatt on Oct 8, 2008 2:32:08 GMT
It was dark. It hadn’t been dark when Jake set out, but it was defiantly dark now. As a general rule, Jake was never out after dark - there were all sorts of things that could happen to a person if they were out after the sun had gone down, very few of which would have remotely positive outcomes. Part of him pointed out that Outlaws were out in the dark every night, but this was quashed by the rational part of his brain. He was a farmer. He might not like it, but that’s what he was. He had Emma to look after, he couldn’t go gallivanting off in the woods after dark and most likely get himself killed.
Perhaps the reason he was being more negative than usual was the same reason he was out so late - a cow [and, by extension, Luke]. Jake had been going to do his final rounds of the farm, making sure everything was in order, when he spotted that there were only two cows, when there should have been three. Jakes stomach had plummeted. Those cows were his source of income, without them, he was doomed. Cursing, he’d gone round the enclosure and made sure there was no way out for the remaining two, before setting off to look for the escapee.
It wasn’t Luke’s fault. The boy probably hadn’t even been anywhere near the cows, but Jake found himself getting annoyed with him anyway. Luke should be there with him, helping him look for the lost cow. But he wasn’t. He didn’t have to be, it wasn’t part of his job to search for stray cows, and yet Jake was still resenting him for it. Perhaps, if he’d looked harder, Jake might have been able to see the real reason behind his resentment, aside from the general grumpiness he was feeling after having searched for a cow for several hours - which he had eventually found, lurking a few miles away and eating things Jake just knew would be doing horrors to the flavour of it’s milk.
But Jake didn’t want to look harder. He wanted to go home, reluctant cow and all [which was currently trying to chew its way through the rope Jake had slung about it’s neck]. As if to make things worse, as he passed through Knighton, he noticed a man, clearly a little inebriated, staggering out of the tavern. Hoping he wouldn’t be noticed, Jake urged the cow on. He didn’t think he could cope with any more setbacks that evening.
[OOC - Sorry it's taken me so long to reply ^^;; Had a bit of a crazy weekend!]
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Post by Thomas Scarlett on Oct 11, 2008 9:34:38 GMT
Looking around, Tom noticed a rather strange sight of a man with a large animal which was probably a cow. The man was quite young by the look of it which made it all the more strange. He would have thought that the man would have been in a tavern somewhere, with some woman, getting drunk as opposed to messing about with an animal. The cow looked quite stubborn being as it was pulling its rope. Tom was so glad that he wasn’t a farmer’s son. Carpentry was bad enough to have been attempted to be taught, although he did pay very little attention to the lessons from his father, but farming must have been a lot worse. He couldn’t see any merit in looking after live stock. All that happened was that you had to clean them and feed them. Still, he supposed there must have been worse jobs out there.
Being as he had little else to do, Tom jogged over, even if it did look like he might fall at any moment for jogging when drunk was never a talent that Tom had and observed the cow a little closer. It was just an ordinary cow, nothing too special about it and yet the man seemed very keen to get it back safely. Surely, though, the troublesome beast wasn’t worth this much trouble when it could be easy to just go and buy another in the morning. All the same, the sight was rather funny which made Tom smirk a little. ‘’ Why do you have a cow out so late at night?’’ Tom asked, still smirking. ‘’ Surely its place is at the farm’’.
Tom noticed that the man seemed quite eager to get back, being as he was trying to rush the cow along as quickly as possible. He guessed that this was more out of embarrassment than anything. ‘’ Are you eager to get home or something? Although I guess it must be embarrassing to be standing in the middle of the street in the state that you are’’. Tom also noticed that he seemed to be quite tired looking. ‘’ You look a bit tired actually. Although I guess we can’t all be looking our best all the time’’. Tom said it in a way that implied that he thought he looked very good at the moment for, when drunk, his arrogance was much greater than it was normally.
(OOC: That's okay and sorry that mine is a bit short).
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