Post by blair on Dec 23, 2006 23:50:04 GMT -5
(Well anyways, I'm sorry about not being able to put up my audition the day I created my account, but due to my electricity going off (right when I was in the middle of my long, audition) I just couldn't do it....But if you'll still have me, please read my audition.)
"Love, is this the bes' ye can bring me?" came the deep and a bit ragged voice of a soon to be drunk sitting right smack in the middle of the Hogs Head Tavern. Indeed the man was sitting in the middle of the room, even though there was no table there. A barmaid towered over him and looked down at him with a bit of a flirtatious look "You asked for the best and I brought it..." she winked as she bent down, her maid's uniform fitting her to his pleasing, and a certain look cast at her from his wind beaten face made her face turn a scarlet red. "I'll call ye back if I need anythin' else..." he said, trailing off as he began to down the extra large mug of the finest rum in the house.
The barmaid nodded then quickly stood up and walked away. The man lay back a bit so that he was leaning on one of his elbows while the other arm continued to hold the mug to his lips. His lower body was spread across the floor, the black pants he wore that were dirty with travel seemed to fit right in with the dusty dark wooden floor beneath him. Yes, he was quite dirty for a man who could afford the finest rum, in fact the scroungy, almost white, long sleeved shirt that hung onto his torso loosely seemed to be the cleanest thing on him, but indeed he could afford it. He turned on his side and let one of his knees come up so that one of his heavy brown boots where upright against the floor while the other one was just thrown down where his foot landed. He closed his dark brown eyes as his tongue flitted around the edge of the glass, and his head began to tilt, as he began to savor the sweet stinging sensation in his throat, the group of medallions tied to strings strapped to his bandanna and one coming from his earing falling back a bit to hit the floor. As he did this a man out of no where tried to step over him and knocked the mug away from him. The man raised an eyebrow as he glanced toward the glass that bounced on the floor once and began to roll, the rum spilling out into a frothy puddle. The man jumped up, one of his hands flashing toward the pistol strapped to the loosely slung sheath attached to his belt.
"OY, Ye've waisted me rum!" he yelled as he cocked the pistol's trigger and pointed the barrel toward the stranger's head. The stranger turned and looked terrified for a moment as his eyes scanned over the man's short dirty blond hair that seemed like a large mess flowing from the black bandanna covering his forehead, his enraged dark brown eyes, the slight dimple in the corner of his mouth as he sneered in anger. "I didn't mean to!" the stranger began as a cold sweat broke out over his brow. The man growled a bit as he made the cold steel of the pistol's end rest between the man's eyes. "Would it please you if I bought the house a round!" the tavern seemed to get silent as the people within turned to watch the commotion in the middle of the tavern.
The man smirked as his free hand came to rest on his chin, his emerald ringed fingers twirling around a small dirty blond beard that seemed to be having trouble growing. "Of the best rum in here?" he asked with the tilt of his head. "I don't...." the stranger began when suddenly he went silent as the man growled "Of the best?!" "Yes of the best!" the stranger shouted and once again the tavern seemed to grow silent as the man seemed to be considering his options with a thoughtful purse of his lips and a few nods of his head when all of a sudden he spun the pistol on the tip of his finger and returned it to it's holder then threw his hands in the air while stating "Well then, no harm done!" a cheer grew around him while the stranger sighed "Pirates.." and began to dig out his bag of coins.
"Love, is this the bes' ye can bring me?" came the deep and a bit ragged voice of a soon to be drunk sitting right smack in the middle of the Hogs Head Tavern. Indeed the man was sitting in the middle of the room, even though there was no table there. A barmaid towered over him and looked down at him with a bit of a flirtatious look "You asked for the best and I brought it..." she winked as she bent down, her maid's uniform fitting her to his pleasing, and a certain look cast at her from his wind beaten face made her face turn a scarlet red. "I'll call ye back if I need anythin' else..." he said, trailing off as he began to down the extra large mug of the finest rum in the house.
The barmaid nodded then quickly stood up and walked away. The man lay back a bit so that he was leaning on one of his elbows while the other arm continued to hold the mug to his lips. His lower body was spread across the floor, the black pants he wore that were dirty with travel seemed to fit right in with the dusty dark wooden floor beneath him. Yes, he was quite dirty for a man who could afford the finest rum, in fact the scroungy, almost white, long sleeved shirt that hung onto his torso loosely seemed to be the cleanest thing on him, but indeed he could afford it. He turned on his side and let one of his knees come up so that one of his heavy brown boots where upright against the floor while the other one was just thrown down where his foot landed. He closed his dark brown eyes as his tongue flitted around the edge of the glass, and his head began to tilt, as he began to savor the sweet stinging sensation in his throat, the group of medallions tied to strings strapped to his bandanna and one coming from his earing falling back a bit to hit the floor. As he did this a man out of no where tried to step over him and knocked the mug away from him. The man raised an eyebrow as he glanced toward the glass that bounced on the floor once and began to roll, the rum spilling out into a frothy puddle. The man jumped up, one of his hands flashing toward the pistol strapped to the loosely slung sheath attached to his belt.
"OY, Ye've waisted me rum!" he yelled as he cocked the pistol's trigger and pointed the barrel toward the stranger's head. The stranger turned and looked terrified for a moment as his eyes scanned over the man's short dirty blond hair that seemed like a large mess flowing from the black bandanna covering his forehead, his enraged dark brown eyes, the slight dimple in the corner of his mouth as he sneered in anger. "I didn't mean to!" the stranger began as a cold sweat broke out over his brow. The man growled a bit as he made the cold steel of the pistol's end rest between the man's eyes. "Would it please you if I bought the house a round!" the tavern seemed to get silent as the people within turned to watch the commotion in the middle of the tavern.
The man smirked as his free hand came to rest on his chin, his emerald ringed fingers twirling around a small dirty blond beard that seemed to be having trouble growing. "Of the best rum in here?" he asked with the tilt of his head. "I don't...." the stranger began when suddenly he went silent as the man growled "Of the best?!" "Yes of the best!" the stranger shouted and once again the tavern seemed to grow silent as the man seemed to be considering his options with a thoughtful purse of his lips and a few nods of his head when all of a sudden he spun the pistol on the tip of his finger and returned it to it's holder then threw his hands in the air while stating "Well then, no harm done!" a cheer grew around him while the stranger sighed "Pirates.." and began to dig out his bag of coins.
