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 Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 4:15 pm
She looked away from Ali a little upset. A few moments later she looked back at him. She stared into his eyes for a moment and used the trick that her hostile side had left behind. She searched for a few moments and then smiled.
"Oh... so that's what it is."
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 4:15 pm
fox gets upoa dn smiles over at his teatcher adn Ali adn said " me...me... pick me." in a kiding maner and he walked out hte door heading to get his meal .
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 4:17 pm
*Alley curled up more the couch and closed her eyes and fell asleep in that spot*
((NINI ALL!))
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 4:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 4:21 pm
I hate it when you do that* Ali let out a Vamperic sneer at her, she always managed to get past his trained mind. None could hyponize, seduce or mind control him yet she always managed to retract recent information from him.*
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 4:23 pm
"Why d'ya think i do it?"
She smirked mockingly at him and then smiled.
"And really Ali, don't sneer at me, t'is most unlady like."
She attempted to keep a serious face but then burst out laughing.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 1:01 am
*Alley open her eyes slowly, waking up in the bar. Remembring last night. She had been punished by Ali, but Crow had already punished her once. But looks like that wasnt enough. Now she was looking around in the room, to see who she could spot. The daggers the got from her mother yesterday was around her belt resting. looking out at the room she relized she havent eaten for a while. Hearing her stomach rumble*
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 1:24 am
Amara walked through the wooden door of the bar slowly. She was clenching her left arm with her right hand and it seemed like she was a little out of breath. She crossed the room to the couch and began to mutter elven curses under her breath. She quickly scanned the dim room t find Alley sitting down. She pushed herself into a small smile but, the pain of her arm made it difficult. She spoke very quietly after that, more like more squeeks really.
"G'mornin' Alley."
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 1:47 am
Amara sighed softly to herself as Alley did not answer. She sat on the couch and turned her attention to her shaking arm.
"Now yee stop that!"
She exclaimed, as if the arm could hear her. She sighed again before unclenching it and slowly taking off her leather coat. She placed it on the coach beside her with her good arm and began to undo the ribbon that was keeping the leahter arms of her top fastened around her arm tightly. After she had done so she pulled the leather back, revealing a nasty hole that had gone straight through her arm.
She pulled out a small vial from a pocket in her boot and opened it with her teeth. She dripped a few drops inside the hole. She screamed with pain as she began to feel it and tears began to stream down her already torchered face. After a few moments of pain she pushed the cork of the vial back in and placed it back in her boot. The substance in the vial was that of an elven medicane called Dryconilyn. It is made entirly from rare plants and flowers and produced a layer over a wound, keeping it from getting infected.
She inspected the wound once more before pulling out a thick white bandage wrapped itaround her arm tightly. She looked around the room and thought 'Where's Ali when ya need 'im?'. She sighed and began to weave in the ribbon again, fastening her tunic arm around her wound.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 1:59 am
She lifted herself off the couch and walked to the bar, reaching behind the counter and pickin up one glass and a bottle of elven wine. She walked back over to the couch with both in her hands. She cattered down on the couch and let out a long, drawn out sigh.
She layed the bottle and glass next to her and pulled out a small, cracked mirror from a belt pocket. Amara looked around once, hoping nobody was here, and pulled her collar down untill it was just at the top of her breasts. She put the mirror there and revealed her long scar to herself. A small, helpless tear fell down her cheek as she gawked a the scar.
She had never had a scar like this before. She had had small insignificant ones, hey, she had even had gaping holes punctured through her body... but this was not just a scar, it was a messege. It was her own fault that she got this scar, her own actions caused her to get these and her own actions caused her to never look good in a dress again. She smirked a little at her thoughts of herself in a dress.
Slowly, she pulled her collar up and placed the broken mirror back in her pocket. Amara sighed greatly after that and, as she alwasy did when she felt down, she pulled the glass from beside her and began to pour the strong acoholic beverage. She drunk a whole glass within about 5 minutes and had poured herself another one within 6.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 2:04 am
Getting drunk won't cause that scar to go away* Ali spoke with a yawn in between, his half opened eyes darting down at her from the rafter beams above. The smell of the alcohol had been enough to wake him up, well along with the scream she let out before but that was something Ali had gotten used too. A sleepy growl was unleashed as he streched his body and allowed his right leg to dangle over the edge.*
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 2:07 am
She did not look up because she knew exactly where he was by where his voice had come from. She smiled a little before placing the glass on the table.
"Maybe not, but it'll sure make meself feel a bit better about it."
Amara paused for a few moments before remembering she needed his help with her wound.
"Ali, can y'elp me with a wound please?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 2:09 am
*Ali gave a small smile before he rolled to the side, dropping down and shackeing the very fountation of the bar upon impact due to his weight. He could regulate it of course, but it took energy.* Which wound?
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 2:13 am
She patted the couch seat next to her, as if to ask Ali to sit. After a few moments she began to unribbon her leather sleeves again to reveal her white bandage. Very slowly, trying not to adgitate the wound in any way, she unwrapped the bandage, showing Ali the gaping hole that went straight through her arm to the other side.
"Meself 'as never 'ad t'deal wit' awould like this alone before, yee were always there t'elp me with it. I'm afraid i d'not know 'ow t'aid it."
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 2:15 am
He sipped slightly on his glass of preserved Amara concotion. It tasted as always, nothing, but he could feel some of the leather from the pouch had loosened. Well atleast it kept his voice normal. If he were anything near normal. His arm felt cold, as dead. He hoped to move it again, but could not feel it anymore.
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