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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:21 pm
She spoke as if she wasn't frightened, but still in her thoughts. "I could choose to read what it says, but the day I do is the day I die." Mercina's voice was steady, but quiet and she flipped through the blank pages and just stared at them. 1/3 of the large book was blank like this.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:30 pm
Such a book...sounds more boreing than watching a sleeping cow fall over* The visible parts slowly moved back into the shadows as he spoke, The sound of his footsteps kept beeing heard above her as he walked back and fourth across the beam. He couldn't be seen nor sensed anymore, he had made sure of that. Only the sound of his footsteps revealed that he was still in the bar*
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:34 pm
"Uh huh..." Mercina clearly went back into her own thoughts. She had a short attention span when she was thinking so it wasn't out of rudeness. She went to the pages that had text and took out a quill and ink from her bag. She started writing in her book.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:57 pm
wakes up from sleep(see previous posts if you want to know), " wow, this place looks dead" stares at corpse, shortly followed by joke drum
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 5:02 pm
the young man whom he called his brother walked up to him, " Nii-chan, stop making bad puns!"
he looked at his brother, " Oh come now, Al, you love stupid comedy"
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 5:02 pm
Mercina got up from the table for a quick second and walked to the bar grabbing a bottle of red wine and a glass. She took it back to the table and poured herself a glass and drunk it down in a rush. She then refilled her glass and kept it on the table for occasional drinks. Letting out a deep sigh she pushed her glasses up farther on her nose and continued writing.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 7:35 pm
Still looking at her book and writing, she finished the second glass of wine in one drink. Mercina then filled her glass a third time and tried to keep her eyes open. Not succeeding in staying awake, she took a vial out of her bag that had a blue liquid in it. She unscrewed the lid and took a small sip of the liquid and shook her head with a bitter look on her face. Closing the bottle and putting it away, she shook her head again and her eyes widened and looked as if she was wide awake. She sighed and took a drink of her wine to clear the aweful potion taste out of her mouth and continued her writing.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 9:57 pm
Gathering up her belongings, she finished off her wine in one drink and exited the tavern.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:27 pm
He entered and sat on the couch
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:44 pm
His guitar appears in his hands and he strums it, to make sure it was tuned.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:52 pm
He began to play quickly as he warmed up his fingers
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:01 pm
He bagan to play a song
((3 Libras by A Perfect Circle))
Threw you the obvious and you flew
With it on your back
A name in your recollection
Down among a million same.
Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
And passed over
When I've looked right through
To see you naked and oblivious
And you don't...see...me.
But i threw you the obvious
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy.
Here i am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded.
But i see, see through it all, see through
And see you.
Cause I threw you the obvious
To see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy.
Oh well.
Oh well, apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing at all.
You don't, you don't, you don't see me.
You don't, you don't, you don't see me.
You don't, you don't, you don't see me.
You don't, you don't, you don't see me.
You don't see me.
You don't, you don't.
You don't see me at all
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black_dragon_666 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
93
Total: 93 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 3:16 am
*he is sitting in the rafters with his gutar in his hand gently playing altho not making a sound cause he has headphones hooked up to it. His fingures move insanly fast but then calm and play gently and slowly occasonaly picking up the tempo*
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 8:45 pm
He entered, made his way to the fireplace and sat down.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 8:57 pm
He appeared in the rafters and looked around at the ground floor "Empty, once again"
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