Doctor Doctor(Jullian)

[TAKATO YAGAMI]

Takato eyes the little black book that was in his careful as he leaned himself back against his seat in the rather crowed tavern. On the table in front of him he had mug of beer with bit of foam coming off the top it, that he had yet to touch since ordering it about three minutes ago. He was so caught up in reading the list of his father's clients, you see for the book not only mentioned their names but also what was wrong with them. Takato was taking note of the kinds of things his father was treating because odds were when his father left May Falls for where ever it was he had planned to go next he was going to be staying in May Falls to help the people here. The town was a nice enough place, and he was confident enough in his skills to do the people here some good. Besides he couldn't spend all of his life doing nothing but following his father around, and basically being nurse...he needed to stand on his two feet at some point. A slightly sigh escaped from Takato's lips as he closed the black book and placed it down on the table next to his mug of beer. He placed his elbow on the table utterly ignoring the teaching his father had given him about proper manners, his cheek pressing itself against the palm of his open hand. His light blue eyes began to scan the tavern he found himself sitting in, it was loud...so loud he could barely hear himself think. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves though and a bar fight hadn't broken out yet and from what he had heard about this tavern's reputation that was a good thing. With his free hand Takato began to pick up the mug of beer and bring it to his lips quickly downing half it in on big gulp before placing it back down on the table. He didn't drink often, but when he did it was something he went balls out with if you’re going to have a food time drinking might as well enjoy yourself while you’re doing it. He wondered what he was going to do after spending sometime here, it was the middle of the night after all and his father said he was free to spend it how he pleased. Takato's eyes darted back towards the black book next to his beer, maybe he would check up on some of the people inside of the book wouldn't hurt would it? Then again...most of them were probably asleep or something and it would just be rude for him to bother them. He picked his beer back up and gave a small chuckle to himself, "To good times." he muttered before quickly downing the rest of it.

© OXYMORON

[JULLIAN LIAKOS]

Usual activities being shot for the day with the rain pouring like cats and dogs, Jullian found himself wandering around in town, occasionally stopping under random eaves to shake himself crazily like a canine coming in from a hefty thunderstorm. His stride was slow, but with enough purpose to not appear lost in the slightly bustling city of May Falls. Occasionally, individuals would bump into him, eliciting an aggressive response that he would shove away—it was pointless to bristle in such a high-paced location. The culprit was gone every time before he could even turn around and open his mouth, sharp words dancing on the edge of his tongue. He would blink his yellow eyes a few times before it registered in his brain that he had lost his chance for conflict, and would begrudgingly turn back to continue on his way. His fur coat was bundled around him tightly, the fake fabric keeping his skin from rising in haphazard goosebumps. The slight facial he sported helped him little to none when it came to the cold, the goatee just being for looks mostly. The hesitant side-burns that adorned the sides of his face were similar—show mostly, not keeping any heat close to his body like it should. Usually the cold wasn't an issue for Jullian Liakos. When out of town, he would promptly shift, finding a dry spot beneath a large oak to settle for the night; the rain pattering away on the leaves strewning the ground would lull him asleep like a melody replaying in his head, softly caressing his soul.

When the old, weather-beaten sign came into view, Jullian knew where he was going to spend his evening. Shoving his tan hands in the large pockets of his coat, the Greek ducked under the hanging sign that creaked, the white paint peeling from the words "Shael Tavern". Letting the corner of his mouth curl into a crude smirk, Jullian stopped momentarily at the entrance, allowing his eyes to adjust to the low lighting. He could see almost immediately, but it was habit in his human form to wait until he could see perfectly again. One never knew where iron poles lay, carelessly placed in building for support. Curling his lips like a threatened wolf, Jullian ducked his head, wandering into the smokey tavern. The occasional person turned to stare at him, challenging him it seemed. Confidently, Jullian stared back, his yellow eyes calm as he kept his hands folded in his coat pockets. Always. the other would turn away, often spitting on the floor in disgust. It gave him a nasty sense of winning when he saw these people break eye-contact. His inner being shifted every time someone caught his eye, his heart beginning to race if the gaze was held long enough.

Amused by his short stare down, Jullian tilted his head to the bar, seeing a few open stools next to the dark mahogany of the countertop. He slowly turned his body in the direction of his gaze, noticing a small form in one of the seats. Did Jullian want to be left alone or did he want company? Snorting to himself audibly, Jullian tossed his eyes, his whites flashing in the dark of the musty room. He loped forward, taking a seat near the small form with an empty stool between the two. Maybe he'd talk, maybe he wouldn't. He wasn't really in a talkative mood, to be honest. His brow knitting together as he glanced at the options of drinks—a beer would do. Waving the bartender over with a flick of his wrist, Jullian murmured his order, passing the young man a bill quietly. There was no need to be loud in such a place, unless trying to communicate with someone a fair distance away. Similarly, there was no reason to flaunt the fact that you had money—it was an extremely easy way to get robbed. Jullian wasn't good at hiding the fact he was wealthy, but he definitely didn't come off as a weakling who would give up his cash that easily. His eyes blinking slowly as he saw the bar tender approach with his drink, Jullian opened his mouth in the slightest of yawns. Grasping the sweating glass, the Greek held the lip to his own, feeling the cool moisture that condensated on the outside of the mug. Tonight would be a relaxing night, regardless of what happened. Jullian would make sure of it.

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS