by Bakar on September 24th, 2014, 12:05 am
Bakar was sitting in the corner of the inn by himself. He came here, not too often, when he needed to get out of his house. All the staff ignored him by now, there was something about him that was off putting, and whenever asked he never ordered any food, rented a room or searched for "companionship". The staff thought about tossing him out several times, but they could never work up the courage to approach him. Not that he would have fought against it. Quite the opposite. If asked, Bakar would leave without question, quietly, no fuss.
He was here for the people watching. Staring at a wall all day became quite tiresome over the last 50 some years, so he started coming here to be surrounded by noise. He wasn't a fan of silence. "Maybe that's why you started talking to yourself." He whispered quietly. He shook his head. He had begun talking to himself in recent years. Lonely, he always thought.
A young girl walked in, no more than 20, if that. She made her way to the bar, and was quickly served. Soon after, another man walked in and sat near her. Carrying a scythe, used as a walking stick. The young woman turned to the man and said something. The man was startled, quite the opposite Bakar was expecting. He looked the rugged, tough type. He said something back, and leaned on his scythe, nearly falling. Bakar couldn't quite hear over the rest of the inn, but he raised an eyebrow at the two. "Two new people in one night, this is interesting." Bakar leaned back, sinking further into the corner where he would be less noticeable and watched them intently, hoping for some development. Most of the people here were the same as always, and watching them over the years had grown boring. New people were almost always exciting. He loved to watch them interact, being unable to do so himself. People avoided him, he made them uncomfortable, for whatever reason. It's almost as if they could sense there wasn't something right about him, no matter how much he hid it. He looked at his reflection in the nearest window, making sure his makeup was still intact. It was. No one could see the undead eyes. To them, he just looked like a pale, thin man.
He turned back to the two newcomers, waiting for some development.
As of Summer, 63, 515, Bakar has a different body! If never met you before, then this doesn't really matter to you, but people I've met should take this into account, as you're really unlikely to recognize me.