<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br/><em>Murphy's Tavern<br/>Day one - Night<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: open</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alexander had to flick the subtle switch of his attention. The murder on the television had taken him into a quiet place, and desperation was twinkling in the corner of his eyes. As he turned to look at Aryanna, all of that dissolved and he reflected the image of a father. The full black rim on his glasses shielded him from youth along with the broken stretches of his beard. He seemed concerned, as he had witnessed the reaction to the television all around the tavern, particularly from May. "I'll- um, have the special that you mentioned. the Pot roast I believe."<br/><br/>His mind was racing quickly and he knew that he would have to keep talking if he had any hope in keeping up with himself. "Say. I've lost my sister Dianna in town. She's run away from home. I'm worried about her, and this news is alarming..." His English was proper, slow, and formulated. "I'll be around for a while, if you..." He suddenly realized that he didn't want to busy a child with an errand of this magnitude. He even felt guilty for bringing it up. "Ah- Never mind. I'll make due on my own. Just the Pot roast for now, darlin'." Alexander smiled as apathetically as he could. The horses ass inside of him was spread across the grin. He gestured toward her to shoo away, and leaned back in his chair.<br/><br/>Then he lunged back toward her, "I need a coke too. Pepsi, whatever." If the news report was over, he didn't care to keep his eyes on it and find out. He sat still in his chair, upright for a normal man, slumped and weak for his own standard. Fatigue had completely conquered him. It had forced him to lose Dianna in the first place, it had set him off of his own instincts, unable to find out where she had gone after she left her car at the town grocer. And, now, he was half asleep in a tavern with odd faces in every direction. It felt like a nightmare. There was no light in the room, only secrets and pain. The fire glowed with dignity, though. Alexander fed off of it's energy to keep him awake.