Post by Abigayle Crabbe on Jul 22, 2007 22:49:00 GMT -5
Pick, pick, pick.
It was a constant, rather irritating sound that couldn't be heard if you were standing more than a foot away. The picking sound would continue for awhile, then cease for a second or so, then would start right back up again. Now, you'd figure somebody as bored as Abigayle would find something else to do then pick away at the wood on the bench she was sitting on. She had been doing so for quite awhile, for nothing better had come to mind. Well, in her defensive, it did give her something to do rather than just sit there and stare disenchantedly at the passer-bys. No, it did give Abigayle something to do, even if it had the risk of catching a splinter. The girl certainly walked on the wild side, didn't she?
Finally, once a noticeable dent had appeared, she slowly slid her finger across the newly exposed wood and sighed. So that's what picking at a wooden bench for the past 20 minutes would do? Intriguing. With several blinks, she examined the dent a little more, then turned away from it and simply folded her hands in her lap as if she hadn't done anything at all. So there Abigayle sat, watching a few people pass by, thoroughly engaged in their conversation that they probably didn't even notice her sitting there. Not that she minded it, anyway. It usually gave her a better chance to hear what they were talking about. Abigayle had a tendency to eavesdrop into other people's conversation, and it usually didn't end up good. Still, though, she usually ended up finding out some bit of information, be it useful or not. She was, in short, a little curious for her own good sometimes.
After she found she wasn't in the mood to people watch at the moment, she hoisted herself onto her feet and twitched her nose in thought. Where would she go now? Her eyes scanned the village she had been coming to ever since she could remember, wondering what on earth she could to do to entertain herself. Her eyes landed on the Three Broomsticks, and figured it was the best choice for now, for there was always the possibility of running into someone familiar there. With that, she headed towards the pub, casting a few nasty looks to people as she went. It didn't much for Abigayle's temper to rise, and she often found it a little too difficult to go out of the way to be polite to someone unknown to her 'lot' of people. Well, not hers exactly, but her kind of people.
It didn't take long for her to arrive at the pub where she immediately headed towards the bar and slid up on a barstool.
"One butterbeer."
She ordered once she made eye contact with the bartender. As the bartender reached for mug to fill, she slid the amount to pay for the beverage before she crossed her arms in front of her to wait. Once the drink was placed in front of her, she gave a curt nod before picking the mug up and taking a small sip of the warm substance. All there was to do now was enjoy the drink.
It was a constant, rather irritating sound that couldn't be heard if you were standing more than a foot away. The picking sound would continue for awhile, then cease for a second or so, then would start right back up again. Now, you'd figure somebody as bored as Abigayle would find something else to do then pick away at the wood on the bench she was sitting on. She had been doing so for quite awhile, for nothing better had come to mind. Well, in her defensive, it did give her something to do rather than just sit there and stare disenchantedly at the passer-bys. No, it did give Abigayle something to do, even if it had the risk of catching a splinter. The girl certainly walked on the wild side, didn't she?
Finally, once a noticeable dent had appeared, she slowly slid her finger across the newly exposed wood and sighed. So that's what picking at a wooden bench for the past 20 minutes would do? Intriguing. With several blinks, she examined the dent a little more, then turned away from it and simply folded her hands in her lap as if she hadn't done anything at all. So there Abigayle sat, watching a few people pass by, thoroughly engaged in their conversation that they probably didn't even notice her sitting there. Not that she minded it, anyway. It usually gave her a better chance to hear what they were talking about. Abigayle had a tendency to eavesdrop into other people's conversation, and it usually didn't end up good. Still, though, she usually ended up finding out some bit of information, be it useful or not. She was, in short, a little curious for her own good sometimes.
After she found she wasn't in the mood to people watch at the moment, she hoisted herself onto her feet and twitched her nose in thought. Where would she go now? Her eyes scanned the village she had been coming to ever since she could remember, wondering what on earth she could to do to entertain herself. Her eyes landed on the Three Broomsticks, and figured it was the best choice for now, for there was always the possibility of running into someone familiar there. With that, she headed towards the pub, casting a few nasty looks to people as she went. It didn't much for Abigayle's temper to rise, and she often found it a little too difficult to go out of the way to be polite to someone unknown to her 'lot' of people. Well, not hers exactly, but her kind of people.
It didn't take long for her to arrive at the pub where she immediately headed towards the bar and slid up on a barstool.
"One butterbeer."
She ordered once she made eye contact with the bartender. As the bartender reached for mug to fill, she slid the amount to pay for the beverage before she crossed her arms in front of her to wait. Once the drink was placed in front of her, she gave a curt nod before picking the mug up and taking a small sip of the warm substance. All there was to do now was enjoy the drink.
