Be it in the lobby, the hotel or just around the more easily accessible and 'popular' places, Erwin always tries to welcome in any newcomers at least once a month. This is partly because he wishes to be a beacon of hope to those who may believe that arriving here means all hope is lost. That and well, a little selfish part of himself both wants to see a familiar face just as much as he doesn't (if that makes sense.)
"Ah, welcome, welcome, please there's no need to fear. My name is Erwin Smith and I'd like to help you acclimatize to being down here. Come, let us get you something to eat and drink, you're probably in need of debriefing."
Reach Up High
The thought of going home was troubling for the Commander. He knew the circumstances of how he ended up down here, knew there was nothing left for him back on the surface- Well, he should say nothing exactly but the point is that his time was well and truly up. There was nothing he would have changed (or could have changed) if he were to be returned tomorrow.
With that said, Erwin still had dreams, still had hopes and there were things and people he wanted to do and see.
So that's what he could be found doing now. Sitting out on a bench under a tree, leaning down slightly with elbows pressed into his thighs, fingers linked together making a little bridge with his hands for his chin to rest on. Pondering about his hopes and dreams as altruistic as they were.
"I see you there. It's alright. You're not disturbing me. You may approach."
Follow Me Down: Gluttony At Its Finest;
Never let it be said that Commander Erwin Smith doesn't know how to let his hair down. Actually, no, scrap that, he still looks prim and proper as he sits there holding a terrible hand and yet the face of something on a winning streak. Listen, being able to bluff is a true quality of a leader where Erwin is from, he just hopes he can keep it up a little longer... Long enough so that he can win and excuse himself from the table before having to remove any clothing.
Later, the Commander could be seen propping up a rather quiet corner of the bar. A glass of some strong spirit in hand as he watches those brave enough to take to the stage for a song. Smiling into his glass, absorbing the atmosphere.
With a kind smile and a nod, Ewrin raised his glass in your direction before telling the demon behind the bar that the rest of your drinks for the night are on him. He doesn't mind doing more than his fair share of chores if it means others get to have a good time.
"All these drinks are going to cost me. Perhaps I'll have to recruit someone to lend me a hand while I work them off later..."
Follow Me Down: It's the End of the World As We Know It;
Originally, Erwin had come to the club simply to make sure everything was above board (or well, as above board as things could be in Hell.) He knew what this place was like and simply wanted to be there to help those who might be in over their heads out. Funny how that's exactly the situation he's gone and gotten himself into after a few over-helpful Demons get to work on stripping the Commander down and ushering him into the club proper.
Seeing as he put up a tremendous fuss, the demons seemed satisfied with letting Erwin remain in most of his uniform. Swapping out the undershirt and tight white trousers for a cropped, skin-tight vest and the shorts that left nothing to the imagination. You best believe he was tugging the wraps and straps of his usual buckles and belts around his groin, trying to make sure he was at least semi-decent.
"This is ridiculous. There was nothing at all wrong with what I was donned in prior to entry. Honestly."
Wildcard/Misc:
[ ooc: Feel free to hit Erwin up with your own starters! Current cr or new cr are both very welcomed for this! Also, if you want to plot something just drop me a pm! ]
Erwin Smith | Attack on Titan | OTA
Be it in the lobby, the hotel or just around the more easily accessible and 'popular' places, Erwin always tries to welcome in any newcomers at least once a month. This is partly because he wishes to be a beacon of hope to those who may believe that arriving here means all hope is lost. That and well, a little selfish part of himself both wants to see a familiar face just as much as he doesn't (if that makes sense.)
"Ah, welcome, welcome, please there's no need to fear. My name is Erwin Smith and I'd like to help you acclimatize to being down here. Come, let us get you something to eat and drink, you're probably in need of debriefing."
Reach Up High
The thought of going home was troubling for the Commander. He knew the circumstances of how he ended up down here, knew there was nothing left for him back on the surface- Well, he should say nothing exactly but the point is that his time was well and truly up. There was nothing he would have changed (or could have changed) if he were to be returned tomorrow.
With that said, Erwin still had dreams, still had hopes and there were things and people he wanted to do and see.
So that's what he could be found doing now. Sitting out on a bench under a tree, leaning down slightly with elbows pressed into his thighs, fingers linked together making a little bridge with his hands for his chin to rest on. Pondering about his hopes and dreams as altruistic as they were.
"I see you there. It's alright. You're not disturbing me. You may approach."
Follow Me Down: Gluttony At Its Finest;
Never let it be said that Commander Erwin Smith doesn't know how to let his hair down. Actually, no, scrap that, he still looks prim and proper as he sits there holding a terrible hand and yet the face of something on a winning streak. Listen, being able to bluff is a true quality of a leader where Erwin is from, he just hopes he can keep it up a little longer... Long enough so that he can win and excuse himself from the table before having to remove any clothing.
Later, the Commander could be seen propping up a rather quiet corner of the bar. A glass of some strong spirit in hand as he watches those brave enough to take to the stage for a song. Smiling into his glass, absorbing the atmosphere.
With a kind smile and a nod, Ewrin raised his glass in your direction before telling the demon behind the bar that the rest of your drinks for the night are on him. He doesn't mind doing more than his fair share of chores if it means others get to have a good time.
"All these drinks are going to cost me. Perhaps I'll have to recruit someone to lend me a hand while I work them off later..."
Follow Me Down: It's the End of the World As We Know It;
Originally, Erwin had come to the club simply to make sure everything was above board (or well, as above board as things could be in Hell.) He knew what this place was like and simply wanted to be there to help those who might be in over their heads out. Funny how that's exactly the situation he's gone and gotten himself into after a few over-helpful Demons get to work on stripping the Commander down and ushering him into the club proper.
Seeing as he put up a tremendous fuss, the demons seemed satisfied with letting Erwin remain in most of his uniform. Swapping out the undershirt and tight white trousers for a cropped, skin-tight vest and the shorts that left nothing to the imagination. You best believe he was tugging the wraps and straps of his usual buckles and belts around his groin, trying to make sure he was at least semi-decent.
"This is ridiculous. There was nothing at all wrong with what I was donned in prior to entry. Honestly."
Wildcard/Misc:
[ ooc: Feel free to hit Erwin up with your own starters! Current cr or new cr are both very welcomed for this! Also, if you want to plot something just drop me a pm! ]