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Jefferson | Once Upon a Time | Barways
It's a moody - not terribly mad - man, dressed impeccably from ascot to shiny patent-leather shoes, who comes into the Bar today.
He looks haunted, but then he is always haunted: it's the consequence of living with two conflicting lives at the same time, knowing what you had and knowing what you have and being unable to accept any of it at all.
The man is alone, but he is always alone, and he's got a rolled up sheet of vellum paper - the good quality stuff, nothing cheap and store-bought - tucked under his arm.
He makes a straight path towards the bar, pausing to order something before he seeks out a booth.
"Tea, I think," he says. "Black. No milk, no sugar.
"Thank you."
[ooc: Can't stop, won't stop apparently. And this guy has been bugging me for an EP for a while. He is taken from a vague point in canon, pre-Hat Trick.
Have at! I should be around for most of the day.]
He looks haunted, but then he is always haunted: it's the consequence of living with two conflicting lives at the same time, knowing what you had and knowing what you have and being unable to accept any of it at all.
The man is alone, but he is always alone, and he's got a rolled up sheet of vellum paper - the good quality stuff, nothing cheap and store-bought - tucked under his arm.
He makes a straight path towards the bar, pausing to order something before he seeks out a booth.
"Tea, I think," he says. "Black. No milk, no sugar.
"Thank you."
[ooc: Can't stop, won't stop apparently. And this guy has been bugging me for an EP for a while. He is taken from a vague point in canon, pre-Hat Trick.
Have at! I should be around for most of the day.]