<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MarkaineDecker.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Markaine "Mark" Dekker (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alan Ardington, Richard Waldric<br/><br/>Mark let out an unexpected chuckle at Ardington's joke about Richard. Taking another sip of his rum and coke, he leaned back in his seat, the front legs coming off the ground a bit. He sighed at Ardington's next question. He got that question a lot when dealing with people. Truthfully, he dealt with people all over the world. It's how he got his reputation. They'd even given him a catch phrase: "Don't build a deck without Dekker!" Something or other about a perfect hand. Mark didn't play cards. He was about to answer the man, when he continued on.<br/><br/>Ardington spoke about job options for Mark, mentioning his "mastery." That made Mark wonder just what was his mastery? But Mark knew better in his line of work to never ask these questions. The less you know, the better you are. Not only do morals get in the way, but it could also save your life. Mark hated this place but he did appreciate the anonymity the shit hole gave him. Would the Feds really ever look<em>here</em>for someone like him?<br/><br/>Richard came back, tried to make a joke, and more or less blew him off. Mark through back the rest of his rum and coke, took both envelopes in hand, stood up and stuffed them in his inside jacket pocket. Without a second glance, Mark left them. He nodded in recognition of Sebastian and Faith on his way out.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Todd Williams<br/><br/>Leona's lips quirked at the corner at what she took to be a joke. A sense of humor was very necessary when dealing with someone as serious as her. It lightened her up and kept her level.<br/><br/>Her eyes focused on him as he rose and walked over to her. He was definitely more handsome than the picture Intel had given her. She nodded in response to his statement. He was right, of course. Handsome and wise. Just like her old partner. There was that familiar ache again, only this time it wasn't so bad. She had a new partner to deal with now. She was no longer alone to grieve.<br/><br/>"Sounds good," Leona smiled and handed Todd his key. She walked across the room and unlocked her side of the connecting rooms. "I'll leave this open if you need anything," she said with a smile.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alexander Emerson<br/><br/>Ary furrowed her brow in concern as the man before her clearly worked through something in his own mind. Was he still thinking about his sister? Her heart went out to him and she almost changed her mind about helping him to his room, opting to sit here instead and comfort him, when he broke his silence.<br/><br/>"Alexander," Ary's face broke into that warm smile again. A handsome name for quite a handsome man and she took the liberty to tell him so. "That's a very handsome name. It fits you."<br/><br/>Ary smiled politely as Alex withdrew his key. She watched as he tried to focus on it. Poor man had drunk his fear away at this point. She'd seen many a man do this very thing on a nightly basis in here. Coal mining wasn't exactly what dream jobs were made of.<br/><br/>"Ah, 21," Ary confirmed. "You see the '2' stands for the second floor, and the '1' is for the first bedroom," she explained as she stood. "Come along, I'll show you which is your room." She held out his hand for him to take and turned to walk toward the stairs. Feeling prickles on the back of her neck, she turned in the direction of Elise. A very well dressed man (far too well dressed to be from around here) was standing next to her, seemingly watching her every move. An anxious feeling arouse inside of her. She felt as though she was being stalked by a predator. She hurried Alexander toward the stairs.<br/><br/>She led him up the first flight of stairs, stopping on the landing. She motioned to a very intricately carved wooden door featuring fairies, unicorns, and all types of fairy tales. "This is my room," she paused and suddenly a blush spread out over her cheeks. She'd never been embarrassed about her door before and couldn't figure out why she was now. She felt ashamed to be embarrassed of the hard work Sam had put forth to make this for her. She frowned, licked her lips, and carried on up the three stairs from the landing. Here a long hallway outlined the path between rooms. She took a left, which brought them standing directly in front of door number one.<br/><br/>"And here is your room," she smiled softly. She waited to make sure he got into his room alright.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SamMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sam Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Matthew Ayman<br/><br/>"Oh well, Son," Sam grinned from ear to ear, clearly elated to have been called a Master Craftsman. "This here work is all done by yours trully," he indicated himself. "But this isn't exactly something you learn in one day and I'm definitely no teacher. But, look, how about you come out to the barn tomorrow morning. I have a woodworking shack back there. Maybe I could give you some pointers. What'd ya say?"