You're brought into Toronto, Canada, either ordered by the Council to join the Pack or Clan that resides there for the impending war, to strengthen their numbers, and provide a hand within the war, or you've moved here simply to find a fresher start to life. Will you stand on the sidelines in the Neutral Territories? Or will you decide to take part and choose a side? Your destiny awaits you, make sure to head over to our homesite (link found in the Navigation Section) to begin your journey!
The brawny male could feel the lingering gaze of the waitress as he peered off after the group. Indeed he knew who they were, and that the females question possibly related to them, but, he would not offer the woman any answers.
As the last of the group vanished, the brute brought his beer to his lips once more, eyes dropping to his steaming meal before rising to peer at the distanced gaze of Taliyah. Then, she suddenly blinked a few times over, her visage becoming pink with embarrassment a she looked back to him.
"My apologies, I don't know where my mind went." Her light laugh and gentle wave easing little of the minor tension as he merely glared at her with that same smile. "If you need anything, just wave me over, alright?" Nodding the slightest he would allow her to take her leave, after all, he ordered a meal that he planned to eat.
Bringing himself to lean forward the slightest he would set his drink upon the table. Eyes lingering over his serving as he grinned and picked up his utensils only to begin shovelling a mouthful of steak with some mash into his gob.
"Mmhmm," The light murmur of pleasure to escape filled mouth as he glanced towards the bars counters. Aiming to give the waitress an applauding nod for the good meal, though, instead he spotted no Taliyah. She'd obviously headed into the kitchen, and without a care as to what she was up to, he'd merely roll his shoulders and continue to eat.
As he mentioned part of his order, Tyson would note the increase in heart-rate detectable within the female form standing before him. Her stare going blank as she continued to mindlessly jot-down his order, and apparently his name by the looks of her continual penstrokes after his order was finished. "So, this is what I have; rare steak, beer, fries and no salad," As each part was mentioned he would offer the slightest downward tilt of scruff coated chin, "Correct?" she soon finished off as she awaited his response. "Perfect, thank you darl," he offered as she turned and began to stride back to the bar and kitchen.
With her now removed from his direct attention, he would return to inquisitively glaring at the gathering of blood-suckers, their leader seemingly unimpressed with one females statements and before long, they were all detaching from the bar stools. Dispersing somewhat as they exited in the same direction, obviously to head back to their home wherever it lie.
Rolling his shoulders some, the well-built, tanned male would lead back in his chair, arms casually crossed over his chest as he soon glanced over the remaining figure of 'rogue' vampire to sit at the counter. It was something he cared little about, most vampires lived solitary and even then, clan members roamed alone quite frequently. If he was either, this bothered Tyson not, the territory from what he could assess was neutral, so conflict was the least of his worry.
"Do you mind if I ask how long you've lived around here?" Taliyah's voice broke the silent bubble around him as the multitude of conversations filtered into his ears, "I'm pretty new and have a question." His gaze had once more shifted, deep, almost coal colored eyes meeting her softer complexion as he listened. He'd have already noted that her question must of related to the vampires, although she wouldn't know of their kind, but her staring at the door where they left was a heavy clue to her curiosity.
"Well, I'm actually quite new to the area myself, just arrived earlier in the day," he'd start off, thick voice being filled only with sincerity as he remained watching the human before him. "I'm actually just passing through, heading to stay with some friends," Tyson would continue on, the last word being accentuated hinting they were more likely just acquaintances, "I'd be happy to take your question and see if maybe I can answer it the slightest, if not, then that is perfectly alright."
With that he would bring the beer to his lips, assuming it to be already opened as most were when served he'd let the chilled, alcoholic beverage glide down his throat with an approving 'Ahh' to escape when glass was re-placed upon table.
.:. Addressed:@taliyah .:. .:. Mentioned: Jace .:. .:. OOC: That is perfectly alright..:.
As the bulky male relax upon flat surface of chosen seat he would linger his vision over the gathering mob of vampires, eyes hopping from one silhouette to another as they conversed, ordered food and possibly began deciding on targets for their evening meals. Scoffing under his breath he would hear light remark to his previous muttering, "Actually, drunkards and junkies taste disgusting, they're generally bad for you," the female grinned at him, winking and blowing a kiss as she pivoted on her heels and wandered off again.
"Cocky little creatures," he'd once more scorn towards the retreating fiery haired woman. When he let his eyes scan through the group once more he would settle on the attending human, obviously dyed hair outlining her face as she acknowledged his request for an employee to take his order. "Poor girl doesn't even know what's happening around her," He'd begin commenting to himself, he'd spotted one or two of the vampires eyeing the girl up, almost like a candy bar as she moved around. Peeling his lips apart he would let a smile take hold, ivory teeth being offered as he lifted scruffy chin to meet the eyes of the human approaching, "Hello, my name is Taliyah and I'll be your waiter. What can I get for you, Sir?"
She was so cheery, clearly enjoying her job or at least being new to the area since most were never this 'energetic' in a bar environment. "Taliyah, lovely name," he'd start off voice lingering in a soothing yet rough tone, "I'd love it if I could get a large steak, don't mind what kind of cut." This was the truth, any piece of meat off of the animal at this point would do fine, although he would hope it lacked in too much fat for his own well-being, "Rare would also do me well, I don't like my meat too dark," he almost had a toying accent to his words, but he kept a serious expression bar that inviting smile.
"Oh, and my name is Tyson," he'd let slip towards the ends, hoping she'd gotten what he'd wanted before taking on a quizzical expression, "Hmm, I wouldn't mind a dry beer as well as a side of hot chips, no salad." Oh the idea of a salad partially made him cringe, he didn't hate them, but seriously disliked, if the world wanted him to eat lettuce and other flavorless greens he would of been born a rabbit, the though of which merely set his mind on the track of how he wished he could hunt at that particular point in time.
.:. Addressed: @taliyah .:. .:. OOC: Sorry it is short, also ... I forget what you Americans call hot chips. Fries, chips or what? xD I'm so used to just saying hot chips when going to the fish'n'chip shop.:.
As Ty lay staring at the open pan of ceiling that was to be the broad sky, he would shift upon the semi-hard surface of mattress within trunk of truck. Chocolate eyes wandering as he listened to the faint chatter of those passing by the end of the alley and his breaths would be inhaled and exhaled in calmed manner testing the waters in case of any disturbances. 'Vampires,' the alert was triggered within his mind, what else was he expecting? This was a decently populated area and it would only be natural for the blood-suckers to be coming out as the day drew later.
Unable to rest easy knowing they lurked within the same shadows he would begin to manoeuvre into a sitting position where legs swung over edge of metal rust-bucket so that he could stand at full height upon pavement below. "Guess I'll go get another drink then," he'd puff to himself, rolling his shoulders back with flannel top rubbing against flesh as he began to head for the alleys exit. Surely a short walk wouldn't kill him as he pulled around the corner and looked towards the somewhat busy establishment he'd earlier been within. "Bet they'll be eyeing up some drunkards to lure for a meal," he'd scoff in unimpressed manner as he worked to try and depict how many trails of filth sat within the current atmosphere's air.
As he reached the doors of the bar and grill he would push it open and let himself in, his eyes almost instantly befalling the more distinct group at the counter conversing and order drinks alongside possibly a small human meal to blend in. 'This should be a neutral territory,' he quickly reassured himself as he let blackened boots strike the ground with audible thumps while carrying himself to his previous, still unoccupied table. "Waitress," he'd let gruff voice carry as he raised a hand lightly, he wanted to order something to satisfy light hunger alongside a drink to wash it away with. Scowering his darkened vision across those scattered throughout the building he would, in the end, allow himself to watch the interactions of what he presumed to be a small, local clan.
Without little care as to whether or not they noticed him, although his 'stench' as many a vampire liked to call it seemed like an instant attraction to gain their displeasing stares. Tyson would remain quite intently curious, merely watching without posing any threat or presenting possible hassle due to his own understanding he had far better things to do than stir up extra trouble. He would wait for the waitress to come over when she was able, and when she did make approach he would begin to examine her instead; the male side of him always over-taking as he let himself assess a human females 'rating' in his mind.
Tyson walked with even pace towards the only bustling hot-spot he could find within his new destination. The lights lit up a large portion of the street outside even during the day, the music being heard faintly from outside and the chatter hinting as an under-tone to the rhythms. With a well fit black plaid button up on and taut black jeans clad around his waist, he let heavy boots strike the ground below as he opened the door to the inner bar 'n' grill to reveal the lively crowd of obviously close citizens. Who knew so many gathered at this time of day. Barely impressed expression crossing his face as he moved towards the bar, chocolate-brown eyes scanning the nearest waitress as he leaned against counters surface and flashed her a smile of pure ivory teeth. "Mind if I get one of your best beers?" his voice was thick and pliable, offering the woman sincerity without being overly so and aiming to avoid possible gruffness.
He would let his offered grin dissipate as he glanced around the filled room, his interest in anything happening at an all time low, though still it was better than staring at nothing. He listened to the different voices, each one notably different yet all molded together in in-distinctive blabbering, "Here ya go," the chipper voice of a shorter, brunette pierced the brick of every other voice as she slid a bottle of who knew what in his direction. "New here, aren't ya?" with a slight Texan accent she stood on opposing side of solid bar, watching Ty like most did. The burly male merely nodded in response, single hand pulling a brown leather wallet from his pocket only to slip her a note that covered the drinks cost, plus a little extra. "Thanks," he'd let slide through his lips before wrapping callused hand around chilled bottle and bringing it's rim to his parted mouth, the bitter alcohol was allowed to fill his gullet before being forced down his throat in two to three hefty gulps.
With wallet in one hand and beer in the other, he'd let oak vision search for an unoccupied table, fixating on a small corner table where it seemed all but one chair had been pinched he would begin striding over. Maneuvering the chair so he could prop his legs in crossed manner upon the table, perfect sight of entire bar at his disposal as he continued now to sip his drink. He'd remain here for over a good hour and who knew how long really, occasionally signalling for the same girl to come over with the exact same type of drink each time, giving her the money for it plus a tip each time before settling into his place and observing the 'civilized' manner of drunks gathered to eat steak and harass any woman.
As the time went by he began to feel a churn in his stomach, he'd traveled a good few days without truly stopping bar an occasional wiz break and thus his hunger was peaking. This brought to him furrowed brows and pursed lips, he'd come in by the main road, and he assumed the forests surrounding this place were all occupied or at least claimed by a pack or possibly even blood-suckers. 'Guess I should find a place to rest and figure out what to do tomorrow,' he quickly thought up a small plan to himself before placing his 5th bottle on the table once empty, feet swinging to hit blackened boots to wooden boarding as he lifted to a full stand. Offering one last quick nod towards the girl who'd served him each drink he would make his way back outside, heading straight for his pale blue rust bucket of a truck. Picking the keys from his front pocket he would hop in and head towards a more reserved alley just behind a local apartment complex, it was covered from plain-sight and open enough to fit his vehicle as he hopped out and worked to unveil the covered trunk which held a fold-able mattress and the wooden pallets it was to be sat upon.
He had no issues with being seen as he slept, in all honesty under the stars was good enough so he'd make himself cozy on the un-sheeted bed arms folded and hands propping under his head, legs extended and crossed over as he merely lay staring at the open sky. After all it wasn't quite time to sleep, the sun was still preparing to set and he would enjoy watching the shifting painting above.
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