Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 30, 2010 19:51:55 GMT -5
Name:Duncan Ervine
Country of Origin:Scotland
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Affiliation:Citizen (The Irish Mafia, AY!)
Expertise: Pulling random pranks and annoying the absolute hell out of people...
Duncan runs a pub with his brother in a neutral end of the city, a neutrality of which he and his brother enforce passionately. Believing that there should be one place that they can all spend time in without fear of someone getting rubbed out. Most specifically, where they can all drink themselves silly and have a good time. No matter what walk of life you come from.
Personality:
The fiery red head has a friendly, boisterous attitude. He will give you a smile and proceed to either cheer you up or drive you to distraction depending on who you are and what he set out to do in the first place. Duncan can sometimes be rather snarky and come off as rude, but means well. If he does not, then you will definitely know it. This trait tends to become more prominent when drunk, which is often as he is fond of drinking. Especially when being pulled to bars by his brother.
The man isn't without his serious side, and can be so when the situation calls for it. Duncan is also known to have a small temper, as is often attributed to red heads. But for the most part, he prefers to be his usual jovial self and is more prone to mischief. One of his favorite past times is thinking of various pranks. Another trait that is usually found when drunk, often pulling Caelen along for the ride... But his ideas are usually amusing, and there are odd occasions where they might turn out to actually be useful.
He is rather shrewd with his money, and responsibly saves his earnings for various needs that might arise. Or so he says, some like to think he hoards his share of what ever pay from jobs or the pub that they divide needlessly and could stand to be a little looser with the purse strings...
Duncan has a firm belief in the myths and legends of the lands he grew up in, he is convinced of the reality that most would overlook and scoff. Some things are often thought to be closer to his heart than others. Things he is often passionate about and does not like to be doubted. (He often claims Nessie really does exist, and perhaps has a great fondness for those who believe in the supposed monster of the loch, usually his brother who seems to understand it best.)
Appearance:
Duncan is relatively tall and of a medium to slim build, perhaps a little lanky in appearance. But with healthy toning from his relatively active life style that makes him a bit stronger than you would assume. He has pale skin with a smattering of freckles across his face, with green eyes that border on emerald but are more clover toned. His facial expressions usually tend to hold a mischievous air to them.. He has an thick mop of red hair, a little lighter in tone than his twins' that sits at a long shoulder length. The Scotsman is usually dresses casually, and clean enough in his own opinion. Duncan is usually seen in a kilt, and refuses to wear pants unless forced to do so. Usually meaning someone took and hid his usual clothing... Which has been known to happen a time or two. Depending on how busy things have gotten working at the pub, he occasionally grows a small bit of a beard.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
-Does have a considerably good tolerance for alcohol. While it's not as great as his brother's, he can hold it for quite a few drinks and be aware enough to watch over the pub for trouble despite being slightly inebriated.
-Is creative, he is able to come up with rather random ideas (Necessary or not) to suit what ever need or whim takes him or the person who approaches him for something.
-Duncan can hold his own in a fist fight, despite not looking overly impressive. He has reasonable strength and is good on his feet. He does not enjoy fighting but he does occasionally enjoy the challenge of a good fight, and the risks that go along with it, when they are unavoidable. He prefers to rely upon himself and the items around him than actual weapons. Taking advantage of the world around him, especially knowing his own home turf.
-Genuinely enjoys helping people, despite being horribly annoying at times. Duncan's usually bright mood is infectious and often wins him and his brother allies(Or an enemy, much to Caelen's displeasure...). Said allies can often turn out to be surprisingly unlikely people from various walks of life.
Weaknesses:
-Duncan does not have as great a tolerance for alcohol as his brother does. While it's very close, and indeed better than the average persons, he gets terrible hang overs the next day. Often enough he is useless for the first couple hours of the morning after a night of heavy drinking. But usually another drink or two will cure him of his painful sobriety... Some times he likes to believe he is getting some of Caelen's impending hang over. Since the Irishman is quite literally, always drunk.
-Doesn't think before he acts. The man loves to play pranks, almost to a childish extent. But unfortunately this means he is very prone to annoying people. Occasionally he ends up screwing around with the wrong person and needs a little back up or more often than not, to be bailed out of a tight spot entirely. Which means he can sometimes be a liability...
-Some like to think that he is a bit touched in the head as it were, like his twin he occasionally is seen speaking to things that are not there. If asked, he'll either out right tell you what he is doing. Or just smile and wink, letting you put the pieces together from what you've heard or seen yourself.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes:
-Alcohol.
-His twin brother.
-Folklore.
-Playing Pranks.
-Kilts!
-Getting drunk with his brother... See first and second like.
-Watching other people get drunk and studying their tolerance for liqour...
-Seeing what he can get those people to do while drunk.
-Thinks flowering thistles are pretty
-Haggis
Dislikes:
-People wasting good alcohol.
-Pants damnit!
-People fighting in the pub, even if he might have instigated it some how.
-Those who get in the way of him enjoying alcohol.
-People without a sense of humor... But well, he has 'fun' with those people...
-Kilts being called skirts.
-His brother insulting his kilt...
-The insult of his favorite meals.
-Wasting money.
Quirks:
-Believes in faeries, and other such things like Nessie. Thus is quite often talking to them or 'seeing' them.
-Does not wear pants unless forced to, he is very comfortable and wears kilts.
-Also believes his brother's flask is enchanted...
-Always seems to be looking for his next prank, and someone to corrupt.
-Claims his twin 'sense' allows him to know what Caelen is thinking every now and again... (That could just be coincidence and the fact that one is just as crazy as the other.)
Phobias:
-Being separated from his twin. They are two halves of a whole after all, and the only thing they have is each other in the end.
-Is rather afraid of black dogs, he is fine around dogs of any other color. Or dogs who have other colors mixed in with their fur. But, black dogs terrify him. They remind him of the 'stories' of cu sith. The idea of seeing one, as he met a man once he had claimed to that died not long after, is rather frightening.
-Despite his outgoing and courageous nature, Duncan has a severe fear of heights. unexplainable and strange... He is terrible on ladders, and even looking out the apartment window for too long can give him a terrible case of height vertigo.
History:
Duncan has lived a relatively strange life. He never knew his father, and was raised by his mother. She was a good woman, hard working and cared a lot for the boy she had given birth to. But everyone knows that it's hardly enough to fill the shoes of a father when your son gets to be a certain age. It left Duncan without what many would refer to as proper direction. In the small village where they lived in Scotland, Duncan became well known as the village mischief maker at an early age. If something went awry, it was the work of the little hyper active red head. It could be amusing on some days, others an actual problem. Often enough it left his mother in fits of laughter or at her wits end. Especially as he got older and more brazen.
The young Scotsman would 'try' to behave, but grew bored easily. He simply liked to keep busy, in public or off wandering on his own. He usually liked to keep busy because he would fee unusual tugs and dips with his own emotions. some times he would feel rather sad, or happy when he really saw no reason to be. There was hardly any explanation, but more than a few people thought Duncan might have been a few bricks shy of a load. Others, older folks that was, some times mused that it might be another influence from the other side. Since he was often talking to them. And honestly, he always came up with some of his 'best' ideas after speaking to them. It was bound to cause some abnormalities now wasn't it?
But to be truthful with himself, he knew there was something off... Especially when he fell into rather angry frustrated fits. Honestly, him of all people would hardly get mad over absolutely nothing. So then, why did he feel mad when he was fine. Why did he feel happy when doing nothing of the sort, or should by rights be sad...? For what reason was there for the young Scotsman to feel blue when everything was going quite well for him...? He'd ask 'his friends' and get no reply, nor would he ask others since they already feared him to be cracked. That would simply lead to more unpleasantness. Thus, he turned to keeping himself busy and occupied nearly 24/7. Unfortunately, this also meant a great deal more trouble for those around him.
Eventually his mother had enough of his rather infuriating behavior... In proper motherly fashion, she kicked his behind into gear. He took her errands, and eventually a job at a local pub. Being a busboy and errand boy would give his idle hands and mind more than enough to do to keep him both out of trouble, and out of everyone else's hair. Life continued as usual, and Duncan tried his best to grow accustomed to the rather precarious moods he could fall into.
Then suddenly, things took a rather shocking turn for Duncan. Out of no where, came a young Irishman, the same age as he was. Up on his mother's doorstep claiming to be her son. Now, Duncan would have laughed were it not for the fact that the man looked to almost be his exact double. The only difference he could see being his slightly different shade of hair and tone in his eyes. Of course, he ended up having to get the full story from both of them. Quite surprised to learn he had a father out there some where. But not all that concerned, his mother had always spoken of him in a rather airy way. So he had assumed the man dead. And given the fact that Caelen had come to find his mother, instead of remain with the man, he assumed in an easy fashion that the man could stay dead.
Besides, he was already well grown. He had no need for guidance any more. Those days were over. Plus he had something that he considered to be ten times better than that. A twin brother. And if he had heard anything about twins, this provided a rather good explanation for his own odd moods and concerns. Duncan took to Caelen immediately, even if the boy didn't seem to really like him much and had only come to be with their mother. The Scotsman was quite certain he could win his twin over in no time with a little effort and charm. And so he did, even if it might have infuriated Caelen more often than not...
As the time passed, and they grew a great deal closer, Duncan came to understand a lot more about his twin and the life he had lived. It left him wanting nothing more than to see to it that the man learned to enjoy his new life and see it for what it was without the rather difficult and torn reminders of his past. He was quick to pick up on the obvious disdain for religion, and curbed his tongue. Even if he was known to slip every now and again. He liked to think of his twin as his new and permanent partner in crime. One that actually believed what he spoke of, and shared some of his rather... Odd quirks...
Duncan was struck very deeply two years later when their mother fell seriously ill. He had always been close to the woman, and held on till the last. In his eyes, she was always a strong woman for having raised him herself. There was no room in his mind to doubt her recovery until certain signs brought the harsh reality to light. He was quite severely depressed after she died, becoming all the more appreciative of having his twin at his side. From there they decided to strike out on their own, having no ties left in the small village and a need to find their own way in the world. The immigrated to America, where they made their way through Ellis Island as many others had. Claiming the same surname, which seemed only right to Duncan since they were clearly related.
Life was not an easy walk in the park for the two brothers, they struggled and worked hard to achieve any stability in the new country. But eventually as the years passed by, they saved up enough money to open their own establishment. A pub that he gave Caelen the honor of naming it. Brionglóid Pub, where the twins could live relatively comfortably and provide themselves with a source of income. It wasn't easy, given the turf wars that began to escalate around the city as various gangs and mafia families rose up to bicker and fight with one another over territory, but the twins were stubborn. Eventually being able to claim their pub as neutral territory where anyone could come and go without being shot in the head. And if anyone tried to ruin that peace, so help them... The Ervine twins would make them regret their choice.
Sample/Character Introduction:
Light... That was it, there was light. Some damned twat had gotten up the nerve to sneak up to his room and turn on a light when he was trying to get some shut eye after a long night of drinking and serving up good drinks to customers. Someone had interrupted his well earned sleep to pay him back for something or other he had said or done in his slightly inebriated(Or sober) state of mind. Sitting up and holding his head, he grumbled a little. Damn it was bright... His head was pounding and the last thing he wanted was to see some ass shining a light in his eyes. But, he cracked open an eyelid and looked around. "Huh..." He mumbled, so that was it. The light of day breaking forth through the curtains. No one was trying to pull one on him, which was honestly a disappointment.
Because, one could actually retaliate against another person. Say his brother, whom he had expected out of any suspect that was popping into his mind. With a quick tackle and access to some innocent item with ink, or razor blade, he could have his vengeance for being awoken from his slumber and brought into the full light of his hangover... One could not shave the the sun's head. Or mar it in an embarrassing way with ink that would stain and hold fast till some days later. No, one could not take revenge on natural light... So instead, he was forced to get to his feet and cross the apartment floor so he could at least shut the curtain before going about preparing for the morning at hand.
On his way, he stubbed his toe on a loose floorboard. Cursing in heavily accented English rather loudly. Duncan stumbled onward and threw the curtains shut. The sounds and jarring from the trip having given his head another painful jolt. Rubbing his temple he turned back to the room behind him. Quietly musing that Caelen had better not be drinking more Guinness, he didn't want to have to bring in more before the week was out... He worked hard to balance the pubs books after all!
Caelen would probably say a little too hard, but money was the one thing he was bound to be serious about after all. Someone had to be, otherwise they'd be out living in a cardboard box... Probably dealing with a completely sober Caelen. That was something that Duncan hoped to never see, despite his curiosities on the matter. Sure, he occasionally joked about wanting to see Caelen with a hang over, but goodness knew he would probably have it for more than a few hours...
Across the room he stumbled again, stubbing his tow on the loose floorboard once more. This was followed by another chorus of curses, throwing on his clothes and cleaning up in the washroom. He prepared to join his brother down below, hoping his headache would lessen before he had to deal with actual people. Because honestly, he liked people. But his hangover didn't... It was around this point that he realized his kilt was gone and a pair of pants were sitting on the foot of his bed. "T'cheeky bastarrd!" He muttered and threw them on. Swinging the door open and calling down below. "Caelen yea wanker! Nex' time yea take away my kil' I'm goin' t'come ou' of this apar'men' starkerrs!"
Country of Origin:Scotland
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Affiliation:Citizen (The Irish Mafia, AY!)
Expertise: Pulling random pranks and annoying the absolute hell out of people...
Duncan runs a pub with his brother in a neutral end of the city, a neutrality of which he and his brother enforce passionately. Believing that there should be one place that they can all spend time in without fear of someone getting rubbed out. Most specifically, where they can all drink themselves silly and have a good time. No matter what walk of life you come from.
Personality:
The fiery red head has a friendly, boisterous attitude. He will give you a smile and proceed to either cheer you up or drive you to distraction depending on who you are and what he set out to do in the first place. Duncan can sometimes be rather snarky and come off as rude, but means well. If he does not, then you will definitely know it. This trait tends to become more prominent when drunk, which is often as he is fond of drinking. Especially when being pulled to bars by his brother.
The man isn't without his serious side, and can be so when the situation calls for it. Duncan is also known to have a small temper, as is often attributed to red heads. But for the most part, he prefers to be his usual jovial self and is more prone to mischief. One of his favorite past times is thinking of various pranks. Another trait that is usually found when drunk, often pulling Caelen along for the ride... But his ideas are usually amusing, and there are odd occasions where they might turn out to actually be useful.
He is rather shrewd with his money, and responsibly saves his earnings for various needs that might arise. Or so he says, some like to think he hoards his share of what ever pay from jobs or the pub that they divide needlessly and could stand to be a little looser with the purse strings...
Duncan has a firm belief in the myths and legends of the lands he grew up in, he is convinced of the reality that most would overlook and scoff. Some things are often thought to be closer to his heart than others. Things he is often passionate about and does not like to be doubted. (He often claims Nessie really does exist, and perhaps has a great fondness for those who believe in the supposed monster of the loch, usually his brother who seems to understand it best.)
Appearance:
Duncan is relatively tall and of a medium to slim build, perhaps a little lanky in appearance. But with healthy toning from his relatively active life style that makes him a bit stronger than you would assume. He has pale skin with a smattering of freckles across his face, with green eyes that border on emerald but are more clover toned. His facial expressions usually tend to hold a mischievous air to them.. He has an thick mop of red hair, a little lighter in tone than his twins' that sits at a long shoulder length. The Scotsman is usually dresses casually, and clean enough in his own opinion. Duncan is usually seen in a kilt, and refuses to wear pants unless forced to do so. Usually meaning someone took and hid his usual clothing... Which has been known to happen a time or two. Depending on how busy things have gotten working at the pub, he occasionally grows a small bit of a beard.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
-Does have a considerably good tolerance for alcohol. While it's not as great as his brother's, he can hold it for quite a few drinks and be aware enough to watch over the pub for trouble despite being slightly inebriated.
-Is creative, he is able to come up with rather random ideas (Necessary or not) to suit what ever need or whim takes him or the person who approaches him for something.
-Duncan can hold his own in a fist fight, despite not looking overly impressive. He has reasonable strength and is good on his feet. He does not enjoy fighting but he does occasionally enjoy the challenge of a good fight, and the risks that go along with it, when they are unavoidable. He prefers to rely upon himself and the items around him than actual weapons. Taking advantage of the world around him, especially knowing his own home turf.
-Genuinely enjoys helping people, despite being horribly annoying at times. Duncan's usually bright mood is infectious and often wins him and his brother allies(Or an enemy, much to Caelen's displeasure...). Said allies can often turn out to be surprisingly unlikely people from various walks of life.
Weaknesses:
-Duncan does not have as great a tolerance for alcohol as his brother does. While it's very close, and indeed better than the average persons, he gets terrible hang overs the next day. Often enough he is useless for the first couple hours of the morning after a night of heavy drinking. But usually another drink or two will cure him of his painful sobriety... Some times he likes to believe he is getting some of Caelen's impending hang over. Since the Irishman is quite literally, always drunk.
-Doesn't think before he acts. The man loves to play pranks, almost to a childish extent. But unfortunately this means he is very prone to annoying people. Occasionally he ends up screwing around with the wrong person and needs a little back up or more often than not, to be bailed out of a tight spot entirely. Which means he can sometimes be a liability...
-Some like to think that he is a bit touched in the head as it were, like his twin he occasionally is seen speaking to things that are not there. If asked, he'll either out right tell you what he is doing. Or just smile and wink, letting you put the pieces together from what you've heard or seen yourself.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes:
-Alcohol.
-His twin brother.
-Folklore.
-Playing Pranks.
-Kilts!
-Getting drunk with his brother... See first and second like.
-Watching other people get drunk and studying their tolerance for liqour...
-Seeing what he can get those people to do while drunk.
-Thinks flowering thistles are pretty
-Haggis
Dislikes:
-People wasting good alcohol.
-Pants damnit!
-People fighting in the pub, even if he might have instigated it some how.
-Those who get in the way of him enjoying alcohol.
-People without a sense of humor... But well, he has 'fun' with those people...
-Kilts being called skirts.
-His brother insulting his kilt...
-The insult of his favorite meals.
-Wasting money.
Quirks:
-Believes in faeries, and other such things like Nessie. Thus is quite often talking to them or 'seeing' them.
-Does not wear pants unless forced to, he is very comfortable and wears kilts.
-Also believes his brother's flask is enchanted...
-Always seems to be looking for his next prank, and someone to corrupt.
-Claims his twin 'sense' allows him to know what Caelen is thinking every now and again... (That could just be coincidence and the fact that one is just as crazy as the other.)
Phobias:
-Being separated from his twin. They are two halves of a whole after all, and the only thing they have is each other in the end.
-Is rather afraid of black dogs, he is fine around dogs of any other color. Or dogs who have other colors mixed in with their fur. But, black dogs terrify him. They remind him of the 'stories' of cu sith. The idea of seeing one, as he met a man once he had claimed to that died not long after, is rather frightening.
-Despite his outgoing and courageous nature, Duncan has a severe fear of heights. unexplainable and strange... He is terrible on ladders, and even looking out the apartment window for too long can give him a terrible case of height vertigo.
History:
Duncan has lived a relatively strange life. He never knew his father, and was raised by his mother. She was a good woman, hard working and cared a lot for the boy she had given birth to. But everyone knows that it's hardly enough to fill the shoes of a father when your son gets to be a certain age. It left Duncan without what many would refer to as proper direction. In the small village where they lived in Scotland, Duncan became well known as the village mischief maker at an early age. If something went awry, it was the work of the little hyper active red head. It could be amusing on some days, others an actual problem. Often enough it left his mother in fits of laughter or at her wits end. Especially as he got older and more brazen.
The young Scotsman would 'try' to behave, but grew bored easily. He simply liked to keep busy, in public or off wandering on his own. He usually liked to keep busy because he would fee unusual tugs and dips with his own emotions. some times he would feel rather sad, or happy when he really saw no reason to be. There was hardly any explanation, but more than a few people thought Duncan might have been a few bricks shy of a load. Others, older folks that was, some times mused that it might be another influence from the other side. Since he was often talking to them. And honestly, he always came up with some of his 'best' ideas after speaking to them. It was bound to cause some abnormalities now wasn't it?
But to be truthful with himself, he knew there was something off... Especially when he fell into rather angry frustrated fits. Honestly, him of all people would hardly get mad over absolutely nothing. So then, why did he feel mad when he was fine. Why did he feel happy when doing nothing of the sort, or should by rights be sad...? For what reason was there for the young Scotsman to feel blue when everything was going quite well for him...? He'd ask 'his friends' and get no reply, nor would he ask others since they already feared him to be cracked. That would simply lead to more unpleasantness. Thus, he turned to keeping himself busy and occupied nearly 24/7. Unfortunately, this also meant a great deal more trouble for those around him.
Eventually his mother had enough of his rather infuriating behavior... In proper motherly fashion, she kicked his behind into gear. He took her errands, and eventually a job at a local pub. Being a busboy and errand boy would give his idle hands and mind more than enough to do to keep him both out of trouble, and out of everyone else's hair. Life continued as usual, and Duncan tried his best to grow accustomed to the rather precarious moods he could fall into.
Then suddenly, things took a rather shocking turn for Duncan. Out of no where, came a young Irishman, the same age as he was. Up on his mother's doorstep claiming to be her son. Now, Duncan would have laughed were it not for the fact that the man looked to almost be his exact double. The only difference he could see being his slightly different shade of hair and tone in his eyes. Of course, he ended up having to get the full story from both of them. Quite surprised to learn he had a father out there some where. But not all that concerned, his mother had always spoken of him in a rather airy way. So he had assumed the man dead. And given the fact that Caelen had come to find his mother, instead of remain with the man, he assumed in an easy fashion that the man could stay dead.
Besides, he was already well grown. He had no need for guidance any more. Those days were over. Plus he had something that he considered to be ten times better than that. A twin brother. And if he had heard anything about twins, this provided a rather good explanation for his own odd moods and concerns. Duncan took to Caelen immediately, even if the boy didn't seem to really like him much and had only come to be with their mother. The Scotsman was quite certain he could win his twin over in no time with a little effort and charm. And so he did, even if it might have infuriated Caelen more often than not...
As the time passed, and they grew a great deal closer, Duncan came to understand a lot more about his twin and the life he had lived. It left him wanting nothing more than to see to it that the man learned to enjoy his new life and see it for what it was without the rather difficult and torn reminders of his past. He was quick to pick up on the obvious disdain for religion, and curbed his tongue. Even if he was known to slip every now and again. He liked to think of his twin as his new and permanent partner in crime. One that actually believed what he spoke of, and shared some of his rather... Odd quirks...
Duncan was struck very deeply two years later when their mother fell seriously ill. He had always been close to the woman, and held on till the last. In his eyes, she was always a strong woman for having raised him herself. There was no room in his mind to doubt her recovery until certain signs brought the harsh reality to light. He was quite severely depressed after she died, becoming all the more appreciative of having his twin at his side. From there they decided to strike out on their own, having no ties left in the small village and a need to find their own way in the world. The immigrated to America, where they made their way through Ellis Island as many others had. Claiming the same surname, which seemed only right to Duncan since they were clearly related.
Life was not an easy walk in the park for the two brothers, they struggled and worked hard to achieve any stability in the new country. But eventually as the years passed by, they saved up enough money to open their own establishment. A pub that he gave Caelen the honor of naming it. Brionglóid Pub, where the twins could live relatively comfortably and provide themselves with a source of income. It wasn't easy, given the turf wars that began to escalate around the city as various gangs and mafia families rose up to bicker and fight with one another over territory, but the twins were stubborn. Eventually being able to claim their pub as neutral territory where anyone could come and go without being shot in the head. And if anyone tried to ruin that peace, so help them... The Ervine twins would make them regret their choice.
Sample/Character Introduction:
Light... That was it, there was light. Some damned twat had gotten up the nerve to sneak up to his room and turn on a light when he was trying to get some shut eye after a long night of drinking and serving up good drinks to customers. Someone had interrupted his well earned sleep to pay him back for something or other he had said or done in his slightly inebriated(Or sober) state of mind. Sitting up and holding his head, he grumbled a little. Damn it was bright... His head was pounding and the last thing he wanted was to see some ass shining a light in his eyes. But, he cracked open an eyelid and looked around. "Huh..." He mumbled, so that was it. The light of day breaking forth through the curtains. No one was trying to pull one on him, which was honestly a disappointment.
Because, one could actually retaliate against another person. Say his brother, whom he had expected out of any suspect that was popping into his mind. With a quick tackle and access to some innocent item with ink, or razor blade, he could have his vengeance for being awoken from his slumber and brought into the full light of his hangover... One could not shave the the sun's head. Or mar it in an embarrassing way with ink that would stain and hold fast till some days later. No, one could not take revenge on natural light... So instead, he was forced to get to his feet and cross the apartment floor so he could at least shut the curtain before going about preparing for the morning at hand.
On his way, he stubbed his toe on a loose floorboard. Cursing in heavily accented English rather loudly. Duncan stumbled onward and threw the curtains shut. The sounds and jarring from the trip having given his head another painful jolt. Rubbing his temple he turned back to the room behind him. Quietly musing that Caelen had better not be drinking more Guinness, he didn't want to have to bring in more before the week was out... He worked hard to balance the pubs books after all!
Caelen would probably say a little too hard, but money was the one thing he was bound to be serious about after all. Someone had to be, otherwise they'd be out living in a cardboard box... Probably dealing with a completely sober Caelen. That was something that Duncan hoped to never see, despite his curiosities on the matter. Sure, he occasionally joked about wanting to see Caelen with a hang over, but goodness knew he would probably have it for more than a few hours...
Across the room he stumbled again, stubbing his tow on the loose floorboard once more. This was followed by another chorus of curses, throwing on his clothes and cleaning up in the washroom. He prepared to join his brother down below, hoping his headache would lessen before he had to deal with actual people. Because honestly, he liked people. But his hangover didn't... It was around this point that he realized his kilt was gone and a pair of pants were sitting on the foot of his bed. "T'cheeky bastarrd!" He muttered and threw them on. Swinging the door open and calling down below. "Caelen yea wanker! Nex' time yea take away my kil' I'm goin' t'come ou' of this apar'men' starkerrs!"
