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thespherelogs2020-05-08 10:39 pm
kingnamedstark) wrote in thespherelogs2020-05-08 10:39 pm
The Rains Weep O'er Their Halls
Who: Robb Stark and YOU
Where: Outside of a bar
What: Arrival
When: 5/8
Warnings: Mentions of death and violence, ptsd. Drunken sex, NSFW.
[He isn't in the best mind frame as he's told where he is and that he is here for a reason. In his mind, he can still hear the "Rains of Castamere" and hear the screaming of his men. He can hear his mother begging for his life and see his wife on the floor. His death wrapped around him like a cloak, leaving him in a deep fog as he wanders, searching for something and nothing at the same time.
Eventually he finds somewhere that looks close enough to a tavern, but the act of opening the door is too much for his body, still sore and aching from his wounds. They may have healed, but he could still feel them. Some things couldn't be erased. With his hand on the door, he stands for a moment, staring at it, as though expecting it to warp and change.
There was someone next to him, but his thoughts are so jumbled, it's hard to make them out from the corner of his eye. He has to shake himself to remember he's blocking the entrance.]
I'm sorry. Am I in your way?
Where: Outside of a bar
What: Arrival
When: 5/8
Warnings: Mentions of death and violence, ptsd. Drunken sex, NSFW.
[He isn't in the best mind frame as he's told where he is and that he is here for a reason. In his mind, he can still hear the "Rains of Castamere" and hear the screaming of his men. He can hear his mother begging for his life and see his wife on the floor. His death wrapped around him like a cloak, leaving him in a deep fog as he wanders, searching for something and nothing at the same time.
Eventually he finds somewhere that looks close enough to a tavern, but the act of opening the door is too much for his body, still sore and aching from his wounds. They may have healed, but he could still feel them. Some things couldn't be erased. With his hand on the door, he stands for a moment, staring at it, as though expecting it to warp and change.
There was someone next to him, but his thoughts are so jumbled, it's hard to make them out from the corner of his eye. He has to shake himself to remember he's blocking the entrance.]
I'm sorry. Am I in your way?
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I have no coin to pay for clothing.
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[Inesa smiles.]
The first outfit is free. After that you can help out if you'd like. I don't need a lot of money. I just like helping people. It's why I had opened the shop.
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[He could see Sansa thriving. She had always been better at sewing than anyone else in Winterfell. If he tried, he would just be out of his element. This place seemed to force him take an inward look at his abilities and it was still uncomfortable to see.]
I'll find something to do with myself. I don't have the luxury to be idle.
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I have seen some of the styles here and I have learned a fair bit about Westeros. Maybe I can find something that you'll be comfortable in?
[She likes the idea of being able to find a style that is specific to Rob that might make him feel more comfortable.]
I understand. If I can help in anyway, I'd be happy too. Besides buying you a drink.
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[He just wants out of his wedding clothes first.]
The drink is much needed. [More than he can say.] What else is done here for coin?
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[She smiles and after a pause decides to order herself a drink and another for Rob. It's okay if he gets drunk. Inesa will make sure that he returns back to his dorm or Jon's dorm, safely.]
There are many things that can be done, or so it's been explained to me. I believe that Llewylen has a detective business, some work as guards and the council often helps people start of businesses. They helped me get my shop. There are jobs that involve handling and organizing money and I am sure the garden areas need help. There are a lot of computer systems here, stores, clubs, bars like this one.
What is it that you feel comfortable doing? I am sure I can think of something that could use that skill.
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[He looked down at his doublet, not so sticky anymore but stiff from the dried blood. It didn't matter who got there first, so long as it was burned and soon.]
A number of things that I don't have skills in. [And he's more than frustrated with that idea.] At the moment, nothing, my lady. I appreciate the offer, but I will only embarrass myself by showing how little prepared I am for this type of world.
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[Inesa doesn't want to step on anyone's toes, more so where Sansa and her brother are involved.]
That's alright. I'll be happy to just sit here with you, pay for drinks and make sure you get back to your room safely.
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[Not that he's objecting.]
You're an optimistic person, I guess?
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I am.
I think it annoys people at times but I like boosting others up. It makes me happy. [She takes a small sip of her drink before placing it back on the table in front of her. She likes moments like this, even if Robb isn't the best company, he is himself and Inesa wants to get to know that person.]
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Is it difficult? To be so warm here?
[It seemed like an impossible task for him.]
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[It's just how she is.]
It would be more strange if I wasn't like this. [She smiles at him as she continues.] And the people here are nice. Some of them are really strange but it's not in a bad way. We all have something in common that brings us together, we were brought here. So, with that common ground, we can begin to build friendships.