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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 10:23 pm
Crimson gave a small nod before picking up her beer and finsihing it off. She was having trouble concentrating at the moment and staying within the conversation - She was in too deep in thought. Her eyes stared off absentmindedly as her index fingertip idly circled the lip of the bottle.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 10:45 pm
his mind was also divagating from the conversation but it was late and he didnt want his pet to be punished by his actions so he takes a final sip and says goodbye to Crimson "i hope you two have flourishing relatiomship but i must take my leave may i be excused
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DeadPulseProductions Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 10:50 pm
*wanders in looking around the room. It had been a while since he had ventured out of his offices. He saw his normal table open and made his way over to it. He leaned his cane against the wall and took his seat. Feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair. He looked around the room and waved briefly.*
"Evenin'."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 10:51 pm
Seisuke his mind was also divagating from the conversation but it was late and he didnt want his pet to be punished by his actions so he takes a final sip and says goodbye to Crimson "i hope you two have flourishing relatiomship but i must take my leave may i be excused
"Uh...Yeah, sure." She shook her head slowly, to herself as she looked back towards the bartender, motioing for another beer.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 10:55 pm
thank you and farewell Miss Crimson *he stands and makes a bow as he takes his leave gently exiting the bar
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:04 pm
DeadPulseProductions *wanders in looking around the room. It had been a while since he had ventured out of his offices. He saw his normal table open and made his way over to it. He leaned his cane against the wall and took his seat. Feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair. He looked around the room and waved briefly.* "Evenin'."
Arching her back in, Crimson stretched for a moment before sowly making her way over towards the man's table, the steelcap of her boots clicking upon the wooden floor.
"Hey.." She said quietly standing next to the table.
"Mind if I sit?...There isnt anything else to do in here and I need something or someone to keep my mind busy...Up for the job..? She asked with almost a grin.
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DeadPulseProductions Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:08 pm
XxCrimsonMoonlightxX DeadPulseProductions *wanders in looking around the room. It had been a while since he had ventured out of his offices. He saw his normal table open and made his way over to it. He leaned his cane against the wall and took his seat. Feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair. He looked around the room and waved briefly.* "Evenin'."
Arching her back in, Crimson stretched for a moment before sowly making her way over towards the man's table, the steelcap of her boots clicking upon the wooden floor.
"Hey.." She said quietly standing next to the table.
"Mind if I sit?...There isnt anything else to do in here and I need something or someone to keep my mind busy...Up for the job..? She asked with almost a grin.*he smiled back at her and nodded* "Guess you came to the right place. Or I did.....? Anyway, seems that ya have a problem and I happen to be a problem solver. Normally I charge for doin' my job but, I'm feelin' generous tonight. Have a seat." *he points to an open chair even though his feet still remained on the table. He looked over her attire, taking note of the copious amount of ammunition she carried. A Sprecher Root Beer appears in his hand from thin air. He twists the top off and take a big drink.* "So, ya lookin' for trouble or just expectin' World War 3?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:25 pm
DeadPulseProductions XxCrimsonMoonlightxX DeadPulseProductions *wanders in looking around the room. It had been a while since he had ventured out of his offices. He saw his normal table open and made his way over to it. He leaned his cane against the wall and took his seat. Feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair. He looked around the room and waved briefly.* "Evenin'."
Arching her back in, Crimson stretched for a moment before sowly making her way over towards the man's table, the steelcap of her boots clicking upon the wooden floor.
"Hey.." She said quietly standing next to the table.
"Mind if I sit?...There isnt anything else to do in here and I need something or someone to keep my mind busy...Up for the job..? She asked with almost a grin.*he smiled back at her and nodded* "Guess you came to the right place. Or I did.....? Anyway, seems that ya have a problem and I happen to be a problem solver. Normally I charge for doin' my job but, I'm feelin' generous tonight. Have a seat." *he points to an open chair even though his feet still remained on the table. He looked over her attire, taking note of the copious amount of ammunition she carried. A Sprecher Root Beer appears in his hand from thin air. He twists the top off and take a big drink.* "So, ya lookin' for trouble or just expectin' World War 3?"
"Trouble? I think trouble finds me attractive. Never off my arse." She said after her sip and placing her bottle upon the table.
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DeadPulseProductions Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:29 pm
XxCrimsonMoonlightxX Her grin grew towards his rather cheeky comments but she didn't at all hesitate to sit. She sat down, leaning forward while reaching behind and removing the eagles from their pouches, placeing them upon the table. She now leant back, comfortable that the guns were out of the way and took a sip of her beer. "Trouble? I think trouble finds me attractive. Never off my arse." She said after her sip and placing her bottle upon the table. *he took a look at the large calibur pistols. Not that he was worried since he could move faster then anyone could shoot. In fact he even smiled. Most were all too reliant on super powers of somekind. Refreshing to see someone that relied on their own skill* "I guess this would be the introduction stage of things. I'm called Pulse. I'm the sherriff around these parts. See, badge and everythin'!" *he showed the shiney badge on his jacket before leaning up some to extend his free hand.* "Nice to meet ya."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:37 pm
DeadPulseProductions XxCrimsonMoonlightxX Her grin grew towards his rather cheeky comments but she didn't at all hesitate to sit. She sat down, leaning forward while reaching behind and removing the eagles from their pouches, placeing them upon the table. She now leant back, comfortable that the guns were out of the way and took a sip of her beer. "Trouble? I think trouble finds me attractive. Never off my arse." She said after her sip and placing her bottle upon the table. *he took a look at the large calibur pistols. Not that he was worried since he could move faster then anyone could shoot. In fact he even smiled. Most were all too reliant on super powers of somekind. Refreshing to see someone that relied on their own skill* "I guess this would be the introduction stage of things. I'm called Pulse. I'm the sherriff around these parts. See, badge and everythin'!" *he showed the shiney badge on his jacket before leaning up some to extend his free hand.* "Nice to meet ya."
"Oh. Big ol' sheriff. Not sure how to act towards the one. Wait, Have any spare handcuffs..?" She asked with a smirk, mischief glowing in her orange eyes as she soon also leaned forward and taking hold of his hand to offer a firm shake, stronger than most adverage woman could do.
"My name is Crimson. Please, do me a favor and don't call me Miss Crimson like most decide to do around here. Makes me feel so old." She soon let go of his hand and slumbed herself back within the seat, picking up the beer once again and taking a long sip.
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DeadPulseProductions Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:42 pm
*Holding his own bottle out some in a cheers like motion he took a drink himself.*
"Not all of that sure when I last called anyone miss. I tend to be a bit more informal then most around here. Hell, I'll even smart off to Angel and Crow. Even got into a few word battles with Zero. Good ol' days. As for the handcuffs I may have a pair or so around."
*he laughed some and set down his drink. In his hand from seemingly nowhere a pair of cuffs and and the keys appeared. He slid them across the table.*
"Don't say I never gave ya nothin'!"
*he grinned*
"Seriously though, if I gotta come pick the lock cuz you're stuck to a bed somewhere I'm gonna be annoyed."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:51 pm
DeadPulseProductions *Holding his own bottle out some in a cheers like motion he took a drink himself.* "Not all of that sure when I last called anyone miss. I tend to be a bit more informal then most around here. Hell, I'll even smart off to Angel and Crow. Even got into a few word battles with Zero. Good ol' days. As for the handcuffs I may have a pair or so around." *he laughed some and set down his drink. In his hand from seemingly nowhere a pair of cuffs and and the keys appeared. He slid them across the table.* "Don't say I never gave ya nothin'!" *he grinned* "Seriously though, if I gotta come pick the lock cuz you're stuck to a bed somewhere I'm gonna be annoyed."
"Hmmm. I'm sure that wont happen..Unless Crow is ontop of me." She grinned, the tip of her fangs showing in the faint light.
She soon threw the cuffs back upon the table and once again leant back, placing her arms behind her head and throwing her boots upon the table, as if mocking Pulse. She would of thanked him for the cuffs, but she was alway one who struggled at being polite.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:57 pm
XxCrimsonMoonlightxX DeadPulseProductions *Holding his own bottle out some in a cheers like motion he took a drink himself.* "Not all of that sure when I last called anyone miss. I tend to be a bit more informal then most around here. Hell, I'll even smart off to Angel and Crow. Even got into a few word battles with Zero. Good ol' days. As for the handcuffs I may have a pair or so around." *he laughed some and set down his drink. In his hand from seemingly nowhere a pair of cuffs and and the keys appeared. He slid them across the table.* "Don't say I never gave ya nothin'!" *he grinned* "Seriously though, if I gotta come pick the lock cuz you're stuck to a bed somewhere I'm gonna be annoyed."
"Hmmm. I'm sure that wont happen..Unless Crow is ontop of me." She grinned, the tip of her fangs showing in the faint light.
She soon threw the cuffs back upon the table and once again leant back, placing her arms behind her head and throwing her boots upon the table, as if mocking Pulse. She would of thanked him for the cuffs, but she was alway one who struggled at being polite.*he laughs taking a drink as Crimson copied him* "Hey, I have this table and sitting situation trademarked! I could sue ya, ya know!" *he took note that she mention a relationship with Crow. Not that she was the first to do so but, he still felt out of touch things since he did not know before he walked in. He made note that he needed better informants.* "Well, much as I hate it, I have things to see and people to do so, I must be off. We'll have to do this again someday. " *he got up from the his seat, walking for the door with a slight limp.* "Take care and be good...er.....if you're that close to Crow there's not much chance of that is there?" *he grinned* "Well, take care anyway. Make sure to eat your Wheaties so you can keep up with her!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 12:13 am
DeadPulseProductions XxCrimsonMoonlightxX DeadPulseProductions *Holding his own bottle out some in a cheers like motion he took a drink himself.* "Not all of that sure when I last called anyone miss. I tend to be a bit more informal then most around here. Hell, I'll even smart off to Angel and Crow. Even got into a few word battles with Zero. Good ol' days. As for the handcuffs I may have a pair or so around." *he laughed some and set down his drink. In his hand from seemingly nowhere a pair of cuffs and and the keys appeared. He slid them across the table.* "Don't say I never gave ya nothin'!" *he grinned* "Seriously though, if I gotta come pick the lock cuz you're stuck to a bed somewhere I'm gonna be annoyed."
"Hmmm. I'm sure that wont happen..Unless Crow is ontop of me." She grinned, the tip of her fangs showing in the faint light.
She soon threw the cuffs back upon the table and once again leant back, placing her arms behind her head and throwing her boots upon the table, as if mocking Pulse. She would of thanked him for the cuffs, but she was alway one who struggled at being polite.*he laughs taking a drink as Crimson copied him* "Hey, I have this table and sitting situation trademarked! I could sue ya, ya know!" *he took note that she mention a relationship with Crow. Not that she was the first to do so but, he still felt out of touch things since he did not know before he walked in. He made note that he needed better informants.* "Well, much as I hate it, I have things to see and people to do so, I must be off. We'll have to do this again someday. " *he got up from the his seat, walking for the door with a slight limp.* "Take care and be good...er.....if you're that close to Crow there's not much chance of that is there?" *he grinned* "Well, take care anyway. Make sure to eat your Wheaties so you can keep up with her!"
She slumbed in her seat and threw her head back with a groan, her eyes staring towards the ceiling and her hands still behind her head. God, Life was a bore without Crow.
Dropping her head back forward Crimson looked towards the contents upon the table before reaching for one of her guns. Picking it up she cocked it, straight her arm and closed on eye, the other looking through the aim, seeming liek she was about to shoot something.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 1:02 am
She walks into the bar from the outside. Her windblown hair covers her face and she seems somewhat calm. In her hands she holds a gown made of the finest silk. She had meant to keep it a secret from her beloved.
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