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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 2:20 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 5:34 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:11 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 11:43 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 8:48 pm
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((Sorry I haven't posted anything, guys, I've been waiting on my sister to finish this lovely drawing you see here.))
Christoph entered the Haunted Music Box, shaking his head to get rid of the excess water outside. "Geez, is it wet out there or what?" He spotted the girl and immediately rushed over. He bowed deeply with one hand over his heart and said, "You look very cold. Can I offer you anything to warm you up? Some brandy, perhaps? I have a truly lovely Janneau behind the bar. It'll chase out some of the cold, anyways." He looked deeply into her eyes, smiling graciously.
Christoph owned the Haunted Music Box. Normally, he would work the bar with whoever happened to be on shift every day, but today he'd left on a shopping errand while it was slow, leaving Zellon on duty. Zellon had proved himself to be a capable bartender, though not with the same flair Christoph himself preferred, despite having the use of only one eye. He'd returned just in time to work his magic, it seemed, in more ways than one.
At exactly nine o' clock post meridem (Christoph remembered when that term had first been used, and could say in every language known to man and several that weren't) every night, the Haunted Music Box would fill with customers. It always got extremely busy, and some pretty eccentric customers came in all the time. They came for the atmosphere, the extremely excellent spirits, and the music. Musicians were made and broken here, and everyone came to watch. Christoph supervised with a will-practiced eye, all while serving his customers with a showman's flair he'd picked up over his lifetime.
He waited patiently, watching the girl.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 10:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 1:33 pm
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Zellon Valentine
Zellon hit Cristoph on the top of the head. Chris, you know your not supposed to hit on girls you just met, remeber last time you did Zellon smiled and began to prepare a drink for Tori. Chris is our manager here, and not only that but the owner, if he hasn't already creepd you out enough not to come back here, you should see us perform, i mean, i sing and play flute, and Allen over there, well according to him, he plays Piano, and performs here as well, though i've never seen him. he stopped smiling and put the drink on the bar. Alrighty, my specialty, a Bloody mary with a bit of scotch, it calms the nerves a bit, might help you out a little. he slid the drink to her
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 6:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 11:30 am
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Zellon Valentine
Zellon listened to the Piano, he also saw the other person with the Guitar. I wonder if he's okay he walked over to Adam, You okay there buddy, you look like you got beaten up or something he smiled at this little comment, remembering his own bruises, which still covered his arm.
I wonder why they would have to beat me up, maybe they were just..... He was thinking to himself, he then felt his arm, it still hurt, the bruises never went away, and he feared they never would, the pain was numbing, but it still hurt to be touched on the arms, shoulders, and even his chest and back, he wasn't able to walk normally either.
He sighed and looked back at the drinks, without thinking anything he sat down, leaning his back to the bar, he let a tear fall out of his eye, he was a bit sad.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 11:47 am
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Christoph scowled at Zellon. "I am so allowed to flirt, it makes the customer feel happy! Besides, I own this place, you can't tell me what to do!" Then he grinned suddenly, showing he was only joking.
A young man slipped inside, looking around wildly. He was soaking wet from the rain outside. Christoph recognized him as Adam, a talented guitarist and quite the regular as of late. He frowned as he noticed how gingerly Adam moved. He grabbed a beer and walked it over to the young man. "What happened, Adam?" It looked as if he'd been beaten up again.
The clock hanging next to the door struck 9 and began to chime. Christoph looked up, and grinned. Showtime was here. Al was already setting the mood with his piano playing. Soon, the other regulars would arrive. He turned his attention back to Adam, though he noticed a tear run down Zellon's face. He sighed sadly. Christoph couldn't heal the emotional wounds, only comfort them with friendship and a stiff drink.
((Not that I'm endorsing getting drunk as a way to handle problems!!! That's only what the character thinks, not me as a person!))
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