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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 22:30:48 GMT -5
Ugo was sprawled out on a bench in the New Orlands park, surrounding him were empty liquor bottles and piles of trash. He reeked of various liquors and old sweat, his hair covering his face and his torn clothing stained with so much dirt. He had quite the bender last night, anything to make him forget he was in this place.
Beside his bench was propped a canvas and a few ragged supplies he had used to paint a very stunning portrait of an old man. Beside the canvas was a box with a sign propped up next to it, the sign read "Will draw for Cash, Liquor, or drugs". Ugo saw no need to hide his vices, as of now he had only made 30 cents. His stash from t5he night before came from breaking into one of the homes in the estates and raiding thir liquor cabinet.
Ugo felt ill, starting to stir from his booze induced coma. He felt like the world was spinning or was he spinning? He tried to lean up only to fall off of his bench onto the pile of trash and broken glass. He roared in pain feeling a few shards poke into him, he was immortal so this was a mere annoyance, but when you were in ugo's state, a mere annoyance was enough to really rub you raw.
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Post by Mama Casey on Jun 7, 2013 14:48:14 GMT -5
((His butt is kind of distracting. XD))
Casey had honestly not expected to see this. She had not been out of the agency walls in a long while. What had been going on while she was away? As a fellow artist, however, she could not simply walk by, not to mention, well, he seemed low on being offered any compassion whatsoever.
"Hey . . ." she started, coming closer to the bench, just as he fell off onto the dirty ground. The sound of crunching glass and disheveled trash met her ears along with his roar of pain. Quickly, she rushed over to him, putting her hands out to try and help him up. "Sir, are you okay?" Of course she imagined he wasn't, considering he was dirty and lying on glass and trash, but it was only a formality.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 15:09:47 GMT -5
Ugo grabbed her hands and stood shakily. He was at that stage of his hangover that he was still slightly drunk. His eyes were almost closed stuck in that half waking fog.
"Saladin is not harmed... you come to help? What shall Saladin draw for you?"
He scratched the back of his head, raising his shirt enough to show his well sculpted abs. His accent was thick, a mix of Middle Eastern flavor. He looked this woman over, very pretty, why was she paying Ugo any attention at all? No matter he picked up his pencils and began to sketch her on a ratty piece of paper. He swayed as he sketched her and after a few minutes fell into her, leaning heavily upon her. The sketch was lovely though the paper was not and Ugo seemed to be drooling on her.
"Saladin is thirsty... liquor?"
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Post by Mama Casey on Jun 7, 2013 15:24:54 GMT -5
While he was a fairly good-looking man, in her opinion, she could smell the liquor and the trashy odor that lingered around him. His clothes were torn, too, and she wondered how long he had been wearing them.
She went to say she didn't come for a drawing, but as she watched him, she could not help but be amazed. He had wonderful skill. Even she had trouble drawing people in a lifelike way, but he drew her portrait very well. When he leaned over against her on the bench, she patted his shoulder. What had he done the night before? Aside from drink, that is.
"You don't need any liquor," she said matter-of-factly. "Do you like coffee?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 15:48:00 GMT -5
Ugo looked at her puzzled, coffee sounded familiar. He would take this woman up on her coffee. He stumbled back to his feet smiling at her.
"What is Coffee? Will it dull Saladin's senses? Saladin does not like this Orlands..."
He gathered his things putting them in a ratty bloodstained backpack. He stood back up sheilding his eyes from the sun. Things were very odd here indeed, a woman would never approach a man like that where he came from. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and put his hand on her shoulder.
"We will try your coffee, perhaps Saladin will like it."
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Post by Mama Casey on Jun 7, 2013 18:01:45 GMT -5
"I think you'll like it. Most people seem to."
Something told her she was dealing with another Trevor. Well, sort of. Trevor was much more ignorant and extremely naive, in a very adorable way. This man was different, although his lack of knowledge about coffee still surprised her a bit. This told her immediately he probably wasn't human. It was the only thing that made sense these days.
"Saladin? Is that your name?" she asked, leading him down the sidewalk toward a nearby coffee shop. "Mine is Casey."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 18:40:01 GMT -5
Ugo nodded and followed the woman to the coffee shop. She asked if Saladin was his name, technically no but Saladin was the name he was using to blend into this Orlands. A very strange place so wet and humid, it was unbearable, what Ugo would give to be back in the desert.
"Saladin Bin Ugo... Saladin is not from here excuse me. You are not escorted by a man... this is odd is it not?"
Ugo stood at the door waiting for her to open the door for him. Maybe this Coffee would dull him better than the drugs and Liquor, he could only hope.
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Post by Mama Casey on Jun 7, 2013 23:08:14 GMT -5
She paused as she opened the door, holding it open for him to pass through. Escorted? "Oh," she said as she thought about the implications of his question, and the sound of his name. "Women here share the same rights as men," she told him with a small shrug of her shoulders, followed by a large grin. "You are out of touch with this time period." She said it matter-of-factly, giving him a slight hint that she was aware of the kind of situation he was in.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2013 1:14:56 GMT -5
She seemed to be onto him, this upset him greatly. Ugo pulled her into the men's bathroom quickly still staggering slightly. He would get answers, if she was here to shackle him she would die. He just knew she was a Christian spy.
"What do you know about Saladin?! who sent you? are you here to enslave Saladin?! Speak Christian!."
He pressed his back up against the door, it was easy to tell he was aggitated and possibly scared. He was stupid for opening his mouth, stupid for trusting a christian, a woman no less, what was he thinking?
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Post by Mama Casey on Jun 8, 2013 10:23:12 GMT -5
She was, needless to say, taken aback by his response. Then again, he smelled of weird from the getgo, in more ways than one. Calming her nerves and trying not call on her power, she took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "I would never enslave anyone," she said softly, eyes beaming trust. "Christians now are very different from back then." She wasn't entirely sure how far back "back then" referred to, but she hoped he got the picture regardless. Her next thoughts were not to worry over his reaction so much as to what people outside were thinking. It inwardly amused her. "Come on. Let's go get your coffee, and I'll answer what questions I can, okay?" Her tone became serious, however, when she added, "But, you have to stay calm. People here tend not to like a lot of commotion."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2013 11:02:02 GMT -5
"How did you know about Saladin?"
He seemed to calm down a bit, relaxing his shoulders. He did not want to keep running like this he was tired of running. If only he could find his ring, everything would be better and he would have no need to fear those around him. He walked his massive form over to her almost sauntering.
"We have much to discuss over your "cofee". Perhaps Christians are nolonger bloodthirsty but they still have wizards who would enslave Saladin."
He took her hand softly leading her back out to the resturaunt floor.
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