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 Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 9:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 9:33 pm
(( hehe, sounds fine Mr. Redfield. Go ahead and start.
*Was so going to quote the Matrix there for a moment.. O.O""* ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 9:38 pm
Name: Valencia Balissare Age: 22 Gender: Female Occupation: Bar Owner Weapons (If any.): A pocketknife and an empty shotgun, which she keeps under the bar only for intimidation purposes. Appearence: As I feel his picture will do. 
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 9:40 pm
(( *Glares at Gaia* Yeah, both of you can post whenever. ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 9:45 pm
Valencia sighed, steadily becoming bored. Business was slower than ever lately, and it had become a rarity to have more than three people show up at the bar for drinks or food, even on a weekend night. She was getting worried about having to close the business soon... it wasn't that the food and drink was bad-- on the contrary, it was quite good.
But business was slow. All the glasses had been cleaned, all the chairs devoid of customers, and all the floors mopped to a perfect shine... so the only thing left for Valencia to do was to sit at the bar and sip at some wine to pass the time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 9:51 pm
(( I don't know if you have read past posts or anything but here's a little setting thing.. ))
Ever_Dream
The sun had set just recently, around twenty minutes ago give or take a few. Nobody could really been seen on the street, walking past her bar nor could any cars be seen. Infact, it was a dead silence outside. Somethng that some could find quite.. eerie.
It was as if most people in the town had simply died, or left. Whatever the case may be.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 9:56 pm
(( Um.. Valencia's half-drunk. She's not exactly OBSERVANT at this point... >>;; ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 9:56 pm
Name: Claire Lindsie
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: Works at the local Library.
Weapons (If any.): None as of yet.
Appearence: She is 5'5, has blue eyes, and has her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wears a short sleeve horizontally stripped grey and black polo shirt, with dark blue faded pants, with dress shoes. She also wears a pair of glasses she wears from time to time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 9:59 pm
(( OH. Heh, my bad. :X.
Enzan - It's kay. Go ahead and post. ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 11:16 pm
Ray slowly left his house after the large group of them left the block." am I the only one still alive in this town?" he shook his head, thinking to himself to move on he headed down the other direction the group went. He gripped his crowbar, ready to shove it into any of those freaks heads..
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 1:27 pm
Name: Jack Ravenstar
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Occupation: Underground prizefighter/Mob Enforcer
Weapons (If any.): Fists(lots of boxing and hand-to-hand styles), Custom combat Knife, Remington M-100P 12 ga shotgun, Desert Eagle .50 magnum handgun
Appearence: Tall, about 250 to 260lbs, Brutish look, unshaven, a huge, mountain of a man. Mob Cloths: Black suit and tie. Street Clothes:Loose Black or blue jeans, Whit or black t-shirts or muscle shirts.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 1:29 pm
As he emerged from his boss's hotel, Jack knew something was definitely wrong. After the riots, and the reports of gruesome, violent attacks, and police forces being taken out, He had thought it was some sort of riot, but as he looked around, it appeared to be much worse.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 3:33 pm
(( :X. I asked to wait until I OK'D the profile to start posting. :X
Anyway, I guess it arr fine. :X
I'll be posting in a bit after I get everyone's post on the same page so I can see them all. :X ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 5:53 pm
Seeing that she was out of wine, Valencia got off the barstool, wiggled herself into a position where she was standing mostly upright, and wandered back behind the bar, rooting through the various shelves and bottles of liquors. Finally, she selected the oldest, greenest, twistiest-necked bottle she could find and examined the yellowing label carefully.
"Ah, 1873. A fine year." she mumbled only semi-coherently, wiggling her way over to the bar and settling the bottle down, only to tug the cork off. It went flying and disappeared under a table. Her gaze trailing after it, it was only then that Valencia stopped her cheerful humming and noticed how eerily quiet and desolate it was outside. Shrugging it off, though, Valencia grabbed ahold of the bottles neck and took a huge swig.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 6:04 pm
(( Hehe.. I feel like being evil. :X ))
Ever_Dream
The eerie silence was slowly fading as footsteps of a person just outside could be heard, a few moments later a person moved across the front of the window. Stopping, they turned to the window and put thier hands on either side of thier face to peer inside. The person looked quite fine, aside from the fact that his face was a little pale and his eyes were extremely red and bloodshot...
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