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Travis could already tell that Patchy would be trouble. He may not be on to his scheme, but he's mocking his attitude, and that means either annoyance or trouble. Not only that, but he got a giggle out of the girl. Considering the syringe he pulled out, he must be a doctor of some kind. Travis let his mind calculator start working. (Inside the inner mind of Travis Rollins) "Doctor=Money, Hitting on Woman=Single, Single=No one is at his house, Empty House=Easy to Loot. By the money theory, this means that Patchy is going to make a generous donation to me." Travis smirked, coincidentally at the same time the silent girl finished her charades, judging by the last motions (A point to the tables, muscle flexing, and pointing at us) she wanted he and Patchy to do some kind of chore for her. "I believe I understand, you want us to grab some of these heavy ornaments and place them like you are doing now? Not a problem at all!" Just then, another female entered, Travis believed he had made the correct choice, since so many beautiful women seemed to have resided in this one area. He decided to "Help" her as well. He turned to Patchy. "Excuse me good sir. I feel awful for leaving a responsibility I had promised no less than 30 seconds ago, however the girl seems to be in a bit of a fix. I'll return to this task as soon as she seems calmer. But I would love to continue a conversation with you. Ta-ta" Travis excused himself and walked toward the woman who looked quite a bit like a witch. "Ok, so the woman's insane" he thought to himself, "However, that's a nice looking gem connecting her coat, and the coat doesn't look that bad either. I think I'll make a quick pick-up before I move onto Patchy." Travis approached the witchy girl more cautiously than he did the other one. Seeing her appear more nervous. "Hello there," Travis began. "I apologize if anything my newly discovered acquaintances or I have done scared you." Travis motioned to the kegs and table. "I happen to be new here as well, Let's try this again over a drink. Hello, my name is Travis Rollins, the owner and barkeep of "The Tree Sap" the extraordinary new bar that's sponsoring this year's drinking contest. May I please ask your name?"

After finishing his work in setting up shop, Travis sends Bob back into the bar before anyone can truly associate the two together. "Ah. Now that's done. Let's see what else is there to see." Travis took a scan of the town center, currently the only thing that has caught his eye however is lovely singer that seems to hanging up some decorations. (And BOY does he like the view he has) So he slicks his hair back, checks his breath, and begins his persona of the kind, friendly, charismatic barkeep. Travis heads toward the woman, planning his plot to win her over. "Good Day, my fair lady." Travis begins. "I hope you pardon my interruption, but I could not help but take notice of your outstanding beauty. I am Travis Rollins, owner and barkeep for "The Tree Sap", and I am truly honored to make the acquaintance of such a stunning gem of an individual."

Meanwhile in "The Tree Sap" (The Name of Travis's Bar) Travis began to stir and wake, not from any sun entering his backroom (Not a window to be found within the small, dense smelly room he called home) but by several drops of water that dropped upon his face from the leaky pipes of his bar. He had no idea what the liquid was, all he knew was this leak was the perfect alarm clock to wake him before his competitors. (Especially his biggest, which just so happened to be right across from his bar.) "Ugh." Travis muttered to himself, "What day is it?". Suddenly a ray of light comes in to his room through a hole in his roof, making a flower sprout from a patch of dirt in his floor. One of the pet rats (Which he has named Bob) decides to chew it up as his breakfast. "Ah yes. It's the First of Spring. And you know what that means Bob." Travis tells the filthy rat, the rat just squeaks. "Of course! The annual drinking competition!" Travis happily declares as he gets on his "Nice Travis" clothes. "The one time where all these idiots gather around and drink till all but one passes out! A perfect opportunity to get the name of "THE TREE SAP!" into the minds of everyone in this town." He heads out toward his stock and begins rolling some barrels to the center of town. (A simple walk for him, thanks to his prime location of his business) Since there were not very many people around, he did a rare act and let Bob outside so he could use him as a marker and set up the tables, chairs, and alcohol barrels for the drinking competition. "And" Travis thought to himself "When these people starting fainting, the hero known as Travis Rollins will accompany the drunken ones back to their home, send them to bed. And steal their fortunes right under their noses! This will be a cinch, if this works, I may be able to retire before Winter." Travis chuckles to himself and he continues to set up shop. "Best of all, no one to steal my spotlight as head barkeep in this town." Travis happily muttered to himself.

Sure, that sounds great. Also, if it's alright, I'm having Travis's Bar be right across from Arnold's Bar. (Ala Krusty Krab vs. Chum Bucket.) I can easily edit my first post if that's a no-no.

Appearence  Imagine that hair has a really big bald spot from the back. Name: Morton Quinn Age: 40 (Has the mentality of a 19 year old though) Weapon: Long Steel Pipe. Backpack: A Lighter, Some Cigarettes, Rope, and some Water Bottles. More info: Looks like a charmer, but really is a sad excuse for a man. He cares not for the zombie apocalpyse, but rather how much power he'll have during it. Has read a lot of "Zombie Survival Guides", and blogged about this sort of ordeal occurring. Scared of the dark, zombies, and dogs. He believes he could've gone anywhere during the outbreak (Yeah right), but chose to follow these survivors specifically to this island because he believes that the island is filled with hidden riches because he read it on the internet. (There is a 95% chance this is false, but an immature idiot would believe it). So he's going to packrat the place with his oversized (But still somewhat lightweight) backpack. Once he claims the materials he needs, he'll rule the new zombie infested world and people will learn to appreciate him.

......Travis maybe? However, something tells me that even though there's a large number of women in this game. Travis ain't getting any.

I'm going to make Travis a writer in his spare time, where he tries to write the STUPIDEST Shakespeare/Fic Possible. (But he thinks its the greatest love story ever told) But Let's See......what to choose.

I clicked on more of the Shakespeare Fic and see the following: ShakespeareSlash (What I showed) MercutioandBenvolio (What it says) Richard III and Lady Anne (You know, the woman who hated her husband because he killed her father and future groom? And was killed by said husband so he could marry a child?) A various amount of Crossover Fan Fiction which include: A HamletxZelda fan fic Avengers in Henry V Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy The Muppets in Midsummer Night's Dream The cast of Spring Awakening in Romeo and Juliet Garfield My Little Pony in Macbeth Spyro the Dragon in Midsummer's Nights Dream Star Wars in Henry IV Sonic The Hedgehog Romeo and Juliet A BUNCH Of Harry Potter and Twilight crossovers (Cause Fanfiction.net) And my favorite Danny Phamlet (The Cast of Danny Phantom in Hamlet, yes that is actually the title.)

> > > And this sounds to me like Iago can troll around for a bit. The perks of owning a clinic! >:D > > > > Aaaaand Juliet is not that good with boys :3 > > Juliet X Iago = OTP > Just saying. I actually decided to see if there was any Juliago Fan Fictions out there. No Juliagos, but I found Bencutio (Benvolio and Mercutio) Romercutio (Romeo and Mercutio) Iagothello (Iago and Othello) Macbanquo (Macbeth and Banquo) Hamratio (Hamlet and Horatio) GulRos (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern) Ceasantonius (Caesar and Antonius) What? No Brutus? We need Juliago Slash Fiction Right Now! If you can make Franku (Anne Frank and Goku), You can make Juliago. LET'S GET WRITING PEOPLE THIS ROMANCE ISN'T GOING TO WRITE ITSELF!

 Name: Travis Rollins Gender: Male Age: 21 Title: Barkeep Family/Relationships: Other than his customers which he fakes a nice person trait to. Living Location: The backroom of his bar. Personality: Appears nice and generous to all his customers. But in reality, is nothing more than a petty thief who steals from those that get tipsy at his bar. He's gross, rude, and occasionally inappropriate. He rarely drinks as it brings out the real him. Backstory: Travis is a new man of the town, but his impact has been bigger than even he could imagine. He opened up shop near the center of town which brought in weary travelers and current patrons. He set up the bar because he was run out of his last town for running an inn where he stole from the sleeping travelers. Now with a brand new slate, he sets out to finally accomplish his goal in becoming rich and retiring early. Born from a rich farm land, Travis never learned the meaning of hard work. So when he was sent out on his own, he never achieved a proper working mindset. He just wanted to achieve his previous life-status he had when he was a child. His overall plan is to trick people into giving him their trinkets. Keep the stuff he can use, and sell the useless materials and afford a large estate where he can live for the rest of his life. No longer being annoyed by people......unless a beautiful woman were to enter his life. Then he'd happily let her in on his schemes. He wouldn't change his ways, but he'd like to not be alone every night. Likes: Money, Pretty Women, Manipulation, Innocent Gullible People. Rats and Bugs. Dislikes: Those smart enough to not get drunk or see through his disguise. People in general. In game birthday: Spring 5