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 Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:41 pm
Suit yourself. *he reaches for a bottle of bourbon and pours himself a shot*
the name's Gunsinger. Maybe if we meet again you'll teell me yours, "Brad."
*he takes a sip at his shot and keeps an eye on Luke out of the corner of his eye*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:45 pm
*Luke frowns, so ******** irritated. Gunsinger. He wonders if the guy made it up himself or if his parents knew instinctively that he'd grow up to threaten people with firearms.*
*Without another word, Luke gets his key and leaves the Brink.*
**Exit Luke**
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 11:15 pm
*as Luke leaves, Gunsinger finishes his shot and upturns the glass on the bar. He then turns and walks over to the door, checking the lock. He then moves to the rack of keys and surveys it.. his eyes and hand once again drawn to a particular key..... one whose tag bears his name... He curses inwardly and drops his cigarette to the polished wood floor, crushing it beneath his heal before putting his key to the lock and exiting*
*Exit Ezekiel Gunsinger*
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 5:07 pm
*Mystina faded into the brink, on one of the stools, she'd been in the middle of lacing flowers into her braided hair, when her mirror decided to disappear on her. At least, that's what she thought it decided to do at first, then she realized where she was*
((IM IN UR BRINK, BRINGIN SEXY BACK.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 9:24 pm
*Enter Ezekiel Gunsinger*
*Gunsinger fades in while reading a newspaper... he is standing, leaning against a wall.. and smokeing a cigarette... its smell wafting through the room.. he turns a page and looks up.*
This place again...
His eyes take a quick glance around and he notes a young woman in what appeared to be underclothes.. with some sort of headdress or other on her back... looked a bit like butterfly wings... he calmly closes his paper and removes the string from the hammer of his pistol*
Evenin' ma'am
*He says tipping his hat just slightly... half expecting her to shreik due to her state of undress, but then, knowing what he did of this place, half expecting her not to.*
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 9:36 pm
*Mystina finished sliding the flower she was holding into her braided hair and turned towards the man who had just appeared, he seemed to be a newcomer. She'd seen clothes similar to his before, in the same style on someone who'd wandered into faerie long ago. She was trying to place when he might be from based on the clothing he wore but she couldn't.*
Hi! *She smiled at him and climbed up off of the stool, her wings fluttering a bit behind her. She pushed her braid over her shoulder and tilted her head.* My name is Mystina, what's your name, sir?
*She was resisting the urge to tackle the man, but, being that he appeared very wary already, she decided against it. That wasn't the only reason, he gave off a sense of being dangerous, and she would rather not end up punched in the face like the last time she decided to have fun with someone dangerous.*
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 9:53 pm
*he took a long puff on his cigarette then exhales fixing her in his red eyed gaze*
.... Gunsinger.
*he looks her up and down then positions himself wa ways away from her... setting his paper on a table before leaning back.. arms folded...*
At least you didn't apear out of nowhere like that boy did.. .. I don't suppose you know what I'm doing here do you?
*he takes another long drag and exhales a plume of grey smoke*
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 9:59 pm
*Mystina smiled at him. Okay, so, he possibly looks at her as a danger. Being that he's moving away from her. That...was hard not to laugh at. She didn't really react to his eye color, because to her, that was pretty normal, strangely colored eyes were nothing new to her.*
It's nice to meet you Gunsinger. *She giggled and shook her head* Unfortunately, no... We don't really know why the Brink chooses to bring us here. And people tend to appear out of nowhere's here on a constant basis. It's hard to get used to, but after a while you do.
To me, you appeared out of nowhere. When you get pulled back without going through the door, it also looks like you've gone back to nowhere.
*She fluttered her wings and then pulled out a chair and sat down* When are you from, exactly?
*But before she could find out, she faded out.*
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 11:11 pm
Gone back to no.....
*he doesn't finish nor does he answer her question as she fades away... a bit like a mirage caused by heat shimmers... he blinks a few times then does a quick caseing of the area, pistol drawn...... before determineing that she had indeed vanished...*
Well I'll be damned...
*he takes a last drag on his cigarette and crushes it to the ground..... then bends and removes the ashes and butt. the floor always seemed spotless tho he never saw any staff in here to clean it... thew walls were clean too and the tables and bar were immaculate..... he looks up to investigate the ceiling and frowns.... the greay void in his vision going on unto eternity....*
Where in the hell am I.... and why the hell am I here....
*he mutters as he continues to stare upwards...... wondering for the first time since the war if there might be a god worth hateing after all.*
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 7:15 am
*Gunsinger paces aroud the Barroom, examineing all of the furnature and takeing note of what was locked up and what was not.... he peeks his head around the doorway to the library and main rooms but doesn't enter it. Instead, he returns to the main room, and haveing taken a good stock of where and what everything is, he picks up his paper and moves over to the door takeing his key from the rack and examineing it again.*
Damndest thing....
*he then puts his key to the lock and exits the brink*
*Exit Ezekiel Gunsinger*
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:10 pm
::Sato fades into the brink. She stretches, arching her back and lets out a loud yawn::
OH yeah...
::Sato sits down and kicks her feet up on the table::
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:14 pm
*Luke fades in, hunched over his LSAT guide, studying again. He tenses as he sees he's in the Brink. Luke looks around, surveying the area. No guns... Nobody dying... Nobody bleeding all over themselves....*
*Then he sees Sato. Well, maybe just one gun, but ... Luke doubts she'd bring it out after their last conversation.* Hey, girl.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:19 pm
::Sato looks over::
Hey, stud. Whatcha studying for?
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:22 pm
*smiles a little* The Law School Admissions Test. *explains* A nice, impressively long test that decides whether or not I'm cut out for law school. In America anyway.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:26 pm
::Sato chuckles::
You're kidding, right? You're gonna be a lawyer?
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