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 Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 12:10 pm
Kire appears sitting at a empty table. His feet kicked up on top of a table. The demon white hair man rested with a pair of black tinted shades over his eyes. Resting on his lips is a joint. the smell of weed lifting into the air as Kire mellows out. He wore a pair of black baggy pants over his boots. Pair of half gloves. He didn't wear a shirt only a bombers jacket.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 12:45 pm
Kit walked in and looked around, eyeing the man that reaked. She walked to the kitchen, taking some milk and warmed it up in the microwave.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 12:46 pm
Kire lifted up a pendent, and opens it up. He looked at the image of a woman dressed in elegant clothing with bright crimson hair. He rested it against his forehead. Kire was thinking like most times. He took a drag from his joint kind of out of focus so he couldn't pay attention to anyone else at the moment.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 12:59 pm
zing walked in,got a drink,sat down,and waited for something to happen.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 1:02 pm
She eventually moved to the couch, realizing that people had been more on the go than hanging around. Reading a large book, she looked up and nodded to those whom entered before returning to her reading.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 1:04 pm
Kire stood up, and closed the pendent. He put the joint out, and slides both hands into his front pants pockets. He make his way out of the bar. He didn't have the attention span to be funny today.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 1:07 pm
zing whatched the man as he left and mearly leand back in his chair
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 1:09 pm
She waved to the one leaving, arching a brow for a moment before going back to her book, continuing to read.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 1:32 pm
zing takes out an arrow and strts polishing it with a rag.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 2:31 pm
She took the milk out once the microwave dings. Taking a sip she yelps softly at how hot it was. But was soon enough purring at how the warm milk started to warm through out the rest of her body. Kit took small sips as she stepped out to the bar and took a seat. Keeping to herself as her tails started to move, not within unison at least..
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 2:32 pm
zing moved on to abother arrow and polished it
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 2:51 pm
zing gathered up his arrows and left the bar
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 3:02 pm
*Vulpes runs in and trips on a loose floorplank that also whacks him in the back of his head before he falls down on the dirty floor*
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 3:07 pm
Syan was laying up in the rafters that were above the fireplace. A place she had grown accustom to since it was now freezing and snowing outside at this place. She was wondering how much longer she would have to stay in one building. She was even considering to brave the cold if it stopped snowing to see how far she could get. Every now and then her tongue darted out so she could get a feel for the place and who was in it. Something caught her attention though. She tought she sensed Ask. She lifted her head up and looked about at the floor of the bar. She seen a few people but a strange man was where the sense of Ask was coming from. Her eyes squinted and she slithered down a support beam and over to the man who had made the messy entrance. This was the first time she approached someone in this place without them saying something to her first. "You. Who are you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 3:13 pm
*Looking up, he saw something blue. His sight was abit fuzzy from the fall and dust. Not feeling like getting up yet, he stayed laying on the floor* I'm Vupi, the wonderboy, what about you?
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