Closed.

[C-Z-N]

(( My how thee are shameless. ))

[Schwarz Spiegel]

[ I'm just giving ya'll somewhere to hang out at while you wait for the BSB to reopen.

n____n ]

[Just Naota]

((Trying to get that cash and s**t. Aww naw, Hell naw.

How can you do this to Rosa? Especially with the thread you used to go to war with him. Are you still worked up about his refusal to give us n***s?))

[Schwarz Spiegel]

[ I got n***s.

And they was good, bruh. Real good. ]

[Just Naota]

((Hand them over, like that girl handed over her v-card.))

[Schwarz Spiegel]

[ Yup yup. ]

[Just Naota]

((What?!

scream ))

[Schwarz Spiegel]

[ Huh? ]

[HueCoatl]

((I'm almost scared to post here......makes my loins go all tingly))

[Schwarz Spiegel]

[ n______n ]

[Samayou Tamashii]

{{Black Sand closed?....tis a sad day....}}

[Just Naota]

((It's okay, Don. You can post here. But you'll only have Spiegel to RP with.))

[Schwarz Spiegel]

[ Yep.

I have no friends.

n_____n ]

[HueCoatl]

((Yeah it did at least for a few days))


Elias wasn't really sure what was going on, one second he was on the black sand beaches of the small island that held the aptly called black sand bar and the next he was on the first step of a long series of steps. "Seriously, ******** stop moving me around" he grumbled as he tried to catch his bearings, it seemed that the only way that he could go was down, at least that was the direction in which his feet were pointed and seemed like any good place to go.

After a short second he realized that the starcase went down about ten feet or so, "Who the hell builds anything underground?" Elias said as he finally made it to the door of the bar, stepping through he adjusted the bowler hat that was sitting lightly on his head and stuck his hands into the pockets of his loose black jeans. His emerald eyes slowly scanned the bar, for a place that was closer to hell then he'd ever be the bar and the whole establishment was a pretty cozy one. He wasn't too sure where it was that he wanted to go, so like any self respecting drunk he headed straight for the bar.....hoping that this bar wasn't tended by an over sized toaster.

[Just Naota]

((Except for me, but I won't aid your attempts to profit on Rosa's possible stroke, heart attack, arterial aneurysm, or chronic renal failure. Hypertension is some crazy s**t.))