Vaguely Familiar [Enkil]

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/hendmiddle1.png] Time and time again, he found himself back at this place. He had fallen into a pattern; one he was sure that many people recognized, but few would complain about. He was, after all, a pretty nice guy. Never really tried to stir up trouble, even if trouble would occasionally find him. People were threatened by him. Simple as that. This time, however, they didn't have much to worry about. He wasn't here looking for anyone. Of course, if he found someone, he wasn't going to turn them away, but that wasn't the reason why he was here. He needed a place to think, so it was either the bar or he could be like one of those losers who goes to sit on the beach to "clear their mind." Besides, experience told him that if you wanted to be alone, you never went to an isolated and/or out of the way location. Everyone gets the same idea. At the moment, what had overtaken his mind wasn't the girl he'd essentially bought a house for, though she always ways in the back of his mind for some reason. Now, what held his attention was the knowledge that he was becoming increasingly well known on this island. It was only a matter of time, really... Since it's an island. But it was making him increasingly paranoid. He couldn't even pick up and move to a different town on the island. There were only two and Haven still scared the hell out of him. He could probably manage to make it back to the mainland, yet strangely enough, a part of him didn't want to leave. Living on the island was hell; he would even call it a prison, and yet he didn't take any opportunities to leave. It was a strange and very depressing thought. He sighed, leaning back and strumming his fingers along the bar, not even bothering to look around lest someone catch his eye. Swirling around the liquid still left in his bottle, he stared at it disinterestedly, wishing it would have an effect on him for once.

[enkil]

[atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][bg=000000] Dante has always been one to roam an travel around when Poseidon didn't need him yet when he awoke onto the Islands at which he was now on he didn't feel the presence of his original owner. Dante was only wondering around looking at no one or anything for certain not even using his powers being amongst one of the few creatures in the world that could never die.It has been a long day for Dante since he was walking around the entire islands seeing the humans and those who can die. He knew that he was the only one of his kinda so that could mean that little to know knowledge would be known about Leviathans only what is heard from in the stories and legends. Dante came across a small bar at which he eagerly walked into seeing many people yet there was one person in general that stood out like a sore thumb.< i wonder who that is?> Dante thought seeing how he was just looking down at his bottle yet somehow Dante knew he was not a mortal. Dante decided that he would go and inquire about the man when he was told everything that the island had known about him. " i see thank you Bartender" he said real low to where it was just barely a whisper so that the man couldn't hear. Hendrix was the name of the man and Dante knew that there was something strange about him " what the hell" he said walking to the seat just next to him " mind if i sit here?" he asked with such a polite tone and well mannered tone that it was uncanny of one in this time.

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/hendmiddle1.png] Absently tapping the side of the bottle, he didn't notice as someone approached him. He heard the voice, but there were plenty of voices to be heard here, and the thought that someone would, for no apparent reason, walk over to him and engage him in conversation hadn't yet occurred to him. It still hadn't occurred to him by the time he lifted his head, though after noticing another person watching him expectantly, he got the hint. He eyed the newcomer suspiciously, unsure of what they wanted, before he glanced at the seat beside him. This caused him to cast yet another suspicious glance toward him. Most people didn't just approach him like that, unless they were woman. The implications of this fact caused him to glare at the new person and shrug disinterestedly. "... Go right ahead." He shifted his position, edging away from him slightly, though not turning his back on him. This wasn't something new; he was always suspicious of new people, especially if they approached him. They always had a reason for this, and that reason was most likely violent in nature. So it only made sense to remain suspicious of one's motives, even after they made it clear what it was they wanted. Normally, he'd at least have attempted to be cordial, but he wasn't in a particularly great mood right now.