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Register to reply| Sure gimmy the stronges in the house. |    |
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| O_o who'd wanna drink with a dragon? | |
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LanyaD BaileyAFlitwood LanyaD She sipped her wine. "Uh huh, lets see you walk in a strait line red." |
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A soft thud causes the door to open widely and a lone stranger enters the room. Dressed in a white trench coat, a black netted long sleeve t-shirt over a navy blue short sleeved shirt, black dickies pants, black sparing gloves, and black combat boots. A sword rests on his back, it's blade long and split down the middle with small jagged teeth that meet from one blade to the other; two notches into mid part of the two haves represent the eyes and the same match on the opposite flat end of the blade. Black hair, spiked and pulled back, where normally it would hang over his face, remains still in the air as he makes his way to the counter. His eyes resemble pearls as the lights reflect from their surface.
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Destructions Right Hand A soft thud causes the door to open widely and a lone stranger enters the room. Dressed in a white trench coat, a black netted long sleeve t-shirt over a navy blue short sleeved shirt, black dickies pants, black sparing gloves, and black combat boots. A sword rests on his back, it's blade long and split down the middle with small jagged teeth that meet from one blade to the other; two notches into mid part of the two haves represent the eyes and the same match on the opposite flat end of the blade. Black hair, spiked and pulled back, where normally it would hang over his face, remains still in the air as he makes his way to the counter. His eyes resemble pearls as the lights reflect from their surface. Lokaia swings an arm over the couch with little control "How about you go to hell you crazy eyed p***k!" Lokaia says, as if retrting soemthing said to him. "yeah and naother thing" he starts to rise but tips the couch over, sliding chin first into the bar counter with a hard thud and a massive crack. |
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The Omnipotance Destructions Right Hand A soft thud causes the door to open widely and a lone stranger enters the room. Dressed in a white trench coat, a black netted long sleeve t-shirt over a navy blue short sleeved shirt, black dickies pants, black sparing gloves, and black combat boots. A sword rests on his back, it's blade long and split down the middle with small jagged teeth that meet from one blade to the other; two notches into mid part of the two haves represent the eyes and the same match on the opposite flat end of the blade. Black hair, spiked and pulled back, where normally it would hang over his face, remains still in the air as he makes his way to the counter. His eyes resemble pearls as the lights reflect from their surface. Lokaia swings an arm over the couch with little control "How about you go to hell you crazy eyed p***k!" Lokaia says, as if retrting soemthing said to him. "yeah and naother thing" he starts to rise but tips the couch over, sliding chin first into the bar counter with a hard thud and a massive crack. "Been there done that." He replied, flicking his right hand up as if a smack to the mid air. The figure sighs softly and sits down upon a bar stool, clasping his hands together and raising them so that the weight of his arms meets at his elbows. Placing his face softly against his hands, fingers block his lips as he awaits quietly to be served. |
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"Lokaia, what did i say to you about harrasing the patrons?" she shook her head snapping her fingers and setting him back on the couch. "Bet thats gonna hurt tomorrow." She turned to the man. "Evening what can i get for you?"
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::Chance looks to the new arrival coming to sit at the bar::
Hello there sir, how may I help you tonight? I am Chance, I will be your server. Could I interest you in peanuts, perhaps a glass of water? Or do you know what you want already? I will be happy to take your order whenever you are ready. ::He waits patiently for the man to decide. His water rifle slips a little on his shoulder, but a slight shrug quickly scoots it back up:: |
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LanyaD "Lokaia, what did i say about you about harrasing the patrons?" she shook her head snapping her fingers and setting him back on the couch. "Bet thats gonna hurt tomorrow." She turned to the man. "Evening what can i get for you?" His white eyes look directly into her own. "Well hello beautiful." Leaning on one side of his body, he pivots about on the seat of his stool so that he looks as if resting on the counter with his left side. While looking strait a head he looks to her from the corner of his eyes. "I don't suppose you're on the menu?" With his back to the other waiter, it was as if he tuned the other out, only focusing on the woman. |
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Well then. I guess I won't be tending to that guy. Only has eyes for the female persuasion.
::He grumbles lightly as it would seem he isn't going to be doing any bartending tonight. He decides to gaze around the infrastructure of where he stands to pass the time for the moment.:: |
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Destructions Right Hand LanyaD "Lokaia, what did i say about you about harrasing the patrons?" she shook her head snapping her fingers and setting him back on the couch. "Bet thats gonna hurt tomorrow." She turned to the man. "Evening what can i get for you?" His white eyes look directly into her own. "Well hello beautiful." Leaning on one side of his body, he pivots about on the seat of his stool so that he looks as if resting on the counter with his left side. While looking strait a head he looks to her from the corner of his eyes. "I don't suppose you're on the menu?" With his back to the other waiter, it was as if he tuned the other out, only focusing on the woman. |
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*Bailey yawned and waved as she lay out on the couch* sorry folks...but i'll return tomorrow...after my customary 23 hours of sleep... heart
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BaileyAFlitwood *Bailey yawned and waved as she lay out on the couch* sorry folks...but i'll return tomorrow...after my customary 23 hours of sleep... heart |
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LanyaD Smirks. "Thats cute. but normally its the other way around." She took another sip of her blood wine. "what else would you like." "Oh really..." His head turned to look back to her, one brow raised over the other. He let out a sigh and spun back around on his seat to face her once more. "Hmm unfortunately I guess I'll just have a nice cold dr. pepper then." Returning to the same position as he was before she can come to request his order. His fingers twiddling on the back of his opposite hand, finger tips tapping against the rubber material of his sparing gloves. "The name's Stryph pretty lady and what may yours be? I bet it matches your beauty" He whispers in a slight purr. |
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The main door swings open, as a young man with short, neatly spiked raven collored hair enters through the doorway, he is clad is a black motorcycle jacket, black jeans, and plain white o-kneck t-shirt, as he makes his way to the bar counter, a pair of large, plain black boots clomp with each step taken, while walking he surveys the bar area, the only weapon visible on his person is the handle of a sword housed under his leather jacket, but, the sword is potruding from the bottom right side of the jacket, and not from the collar area.
The young man continues walking untill he reaches the bar counter, where he takes a seat near its middle, and waits quietly for a tender. |
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She moved to a fridge under the bar pulling out the chilled soda and a glass full of ice she then set both before him.
"Im not so pretty, its only illusion. And the name is Lanya, owner of this fine decrepit bar." She smirked |
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spiky84 The main door swings open, as a young man with short, neatly spiked raven collored hair enters through the doorway, he is clad is a black motorcycle jacket, black jeans, and plain white o-kneck t-shirt, as he makes his way to the bar counter, a pair of large, plain black boots clomp with each step taken, while walking he surveys the bar area, the only weapon visible on his person is the handle of a sword housed under his leather jacket, but, the sword is potruding from the bottom right side of the jacket, and not from the collar area. The young man continues walking untill he reaches the bar counter, where he takes a seat near its middle, and waits quietly for a tender. |
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