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        [ ♣ ] - Hawke’s startled out of his train of thought -- how many darkspawn would it take to screw in a lightbulb? -- when a guy practically crashes through the doors. Hawke immediately reaches for the staff he usually keeps strapped to his back on instinct. Luckily it isn’t there, or Hawke would be doing a lot of apologizing for accidentally threatening an employee. 

      [ ♣ ] - That’s a tree he doesn’t want to bark up (again). Not if he can help it. 

       [ ♣ ] - He reaches out to help the guy before he can help himself but quickly corrects himself before he actually makes contact. For once, Hawke really isn’t trying to start any trouble, especially since he still doesn’t know his way around the city. He simply wants to order his books and be on his way. 

      “Rough year,” Hawke jokes, with a grin. “But, don’t worry about it.  Don’t worry about it. I’m here to order a couple books, if you guys do that here.” He’s pretty sure they do, but he’s also notoriously terrible at remembering things. 

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     [ ♣ ] - Hawke barely glances at the sign hanging above the door - Angel Wings Apothecary – before he’s pushing the door open and making his way inside. He’s barely through the door, and he can already tell this is a whole lot different than what he’s used to. Hawke’s not even close to being used to the whole technology thing.

    [ ♣ ] - He browses down the aisles, not really sure what it is he’s looking for exactly. Having healing potions on hand would be a smart idea, probably. Hawke tends to get hurt a lot. Despite his truly ridiculous muscle mass, he still tends to overcompensate enough to give his opponents the upper hand. 

    [ ♣ ] - He really should stop doing that. 

   [ ♣ ] - Hawke glances towards the counter, and finds that there isn’t an employee manning it. He sighs, resigning himself to wait until someone shows up. Aside from the healing potions, there are a couple of books he’d like to buy. He walks over the counter, leaning up against it and crossing his arms over his chest. He might be here a while. 

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       [ ♣ ] - Hawke needs a fucking drink.       [ ♣ ] - It's been a long day, and even longer weak, and while his muscles are aching pleasantly from a long, hard day at work, he wants nothing more than to knock back a few pints and collapse into bed. Thank the maker he managed to find VA-12 HALL-A on such short notice. He wasn't sure there was even a bar here. 

      [ ♣ ] - Tonight seems to be his lucky night. 

      [ ♣ ] - He takes a stool at the bar, folding an arm on the counter and tapping on the bar with his fist a couple of times. He hopes, a little too late, that it isn't in poor ettiquette to do so.       "Whiskey on the rocks, if you're still servin'," Hawke rasps.

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         [ ♣ ] - The thing is, it isn’t Hawke’s fault. Not exactly. He’s merely minding his business when Barkspawn starts going wild like he’s never seen her. She’s barking, jumping up and down, trying her damn hardest to break free of her leash. And she succeeds, which is probably the most embarrassing part. 

        [ ♣ ] - One second Hawke is amused at her antics, and the next he’s chasing her through down the hill. At least he’s a fast runner, so he catches up with her pretty fast. Barkspawn has her front paws on the bench, leaning up to try and bite at --  

        [ ♣ ] - Is that? Wait. Is that a bird? On someone’s shoulder?      

        [ ♣ ] -  It is, indeed. At first, he’s not sure who exactly she’s trying to attack, but her teeth get dangerously close to to the bird’s tail. He blanches. His dog is currently trying to commit murder, which would be kind of cool if it wasn’t so alarming. What has gotten into her, lately? Perhaps he shouldn’t have taken her on so many murderous quests. 

       "Barkspawn! I appreciate your effort but we do not go around murdering helpless birds! Birds are friends, not food!" Hawke shotus after her, reaching for her leash and pulling her off the bench.

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     [ ♣ ] - Hawke barely glances at the sign hanging above the door - Angel Wings Apothecary -- before he’s pushing the door open and making his way inside. He’s barely through the door, and he can already tell this is a whole lot different than what he’s used to. Hawke’s not even close to being used to the whole technology thing.

    [ ♣ ] - He browses down the aisles, not really sure what it is he’s looking for exactly. Having healing potions on hand would be a smart idea, probably. Hawke tends to get hurt a lot. Despite his truly ridiculous muscle mass, he still tends to overcompensate enough to give his opponents the upper hand. 

    [ ♣ ] - He really should stop doing that. 

   [ ♣ ] - Hawke glances towards the counter, and finds that there isn’t an employee manning it. He sighs, resigning himself to wait until someone shows up. Aside from the healing potions, there are a couple of books he’d like to buy. He walks over the counter, leaning up against it and crossing his arms over his chest. He might be here a while. 

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@knifefaire

          [ ♣ ] - Poinsetta Park. Hawke sighs. Why did he think it was a good idea to come here? He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s never been the kind of person to just chill out around public -- honestly he’s never been afforded the luxury to be able to, and definitely not back in Kirkwall. But, here he is, spending free time in a park and pretending he knows what he’s doing.

         [ ♣ ] - Hawke looks around the park, eyes glancing over the small group of children feeding the ducks by the lake, over the couple underneath one of the bigger trees with a picnic basket and loud smiles. His eyes eventually find a man a few yards away who catches his attention. 

         [ ♣ ] - The man is tall, sitting on one of the park benches with his legs crossed. He’s wearing sunglasses, though they don’t do anything to hide the vicious looking scar that peeks out above them. Hawke feels the sudden urge to go talk to him. He’s quite the social creature, and he can’t remember the last time he had an actual conversation with someone. 

        [ ♣ ] -  Hawke supposes the guy could always tell him to bugger off if he’d rather be left alone, and that’s what pushes him forward into closing the distance between them. He clears his throat. 

“Is this seat taken?” He asks. This is the only park bench that isn’t completely occupied, after all. 

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make me choose: actualwashington said: Mccree or Garrett Hawke            

“Where are we going? How should I know? Do I look like the leader of this merry band of misfits?”

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