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 Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:07 am
Crosis looked at he multi-story tavern and smirked, the pouring rain seeped into his clothed causing him to shudder "damn rain". He slowly pushed the front door and peered inside, a small fire crackled in the fireplace giving off an eerie glow to the room. "hmmm..." he stepped inside, his clothes dripped as the sound of his boots echoed on the floor. Crosis cleared his throat as to announce his presence, not getting an answer he walked to a chair in the center of the room. "some tavern.... no one here..." He tilted the chair on it's hind legs and balanced there.
He wore tattered clothes, most of it torn off or sliced off. where some of hte skin could be seen, there were scars visible. A wide brimmed hat tilted down hid his eyes as he sat.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:12 am
She looks over her right shoulder from where she sat, looking over at the soaked person who just showed up. Its not hard to miss her sitting where she sat when the rain was pouring hard enough for the moonlight to stop shining through the window. She kept her head turned so she could she him through her peripheral.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:13 am
**A decent sized man, about six feet tall, stood just to Crosis' Left. He seemed to just be there one second.**
Can I get you anything?
**he spoke in a rather monotone voice, and seemed to stall a bit after each word as if trying to remember what the next word would have been. His black hat covered his head to just above the center of his eyes**
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:18 am
With a slight tilt of the hat he wore he let his reptilian eyes go over the room. he noticed a person wearing a mask, a slight tinge of blood on the bandages teh wrapped that person't head. weird He readjusted his hat then sighed before sitting back on all four legs of the chair. " me? i'll have rum on the rocks, no games....." his voice se.emed to spike at the no games part. he slouched back in his chair then looked at the fireplace
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:24 am
**the man seemed to disappear for only a moment before placing a big shallow glass full of rum and ice cubes in the table in front of him**
Anything else?
**he stood oddly quiet and straight, as if either undead or standing at attention**
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:33 am
The speed of the stranger made him wonder, he looked at the glass for a bit then smiled. "you know your drinks.." He took the glass with a scaly hand and sipped the rum, he grimmaced "not from here...where'de you get this batch?" He lifted his hat to look at the tall man. Quickly he glanced at the person sitting to the other side, with a snort and shrug he stood up. "Is everybody here dead or diying!? " He spoke loudle so that he would be heard.
Slowly he grabbed the rum and gulped the rest of it. flippin people are bloody dead... and creepy
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:34 am
That is the purest rum sold sir. If you do not like the taste, it must be because you are unfamiliar with it.
**he bows slightly and walks off to the bar counter**
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:35 am
She narrows her eyes behind her mask at him and for once, a small hiss escaped her lips, loud enough for an unfamiliar to think it was the fire that had hissed.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:41 am
He tilted the glass to the bartender, " must be, i'm more of an elven wine type" He sat back down slowly as he heard a small hiss, fire?.... His gazewent to the fire quickly, with a smirk he spoke "you'll want to keep an eye on that fire, it's talking to us."
"that is some fine rum indeed" He tipped the empty glass towards the barkeep. "another glass please.." he throws a small bag making jingling sounds to the barkeep. "keep it my good man.....try to get a sense of humour....your creeping me out."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:44 am
Rolling her eyes she looks down at her gloves, then looks over and past the man and over to the man who had sat down with her a couple nights past. She pondered to herself for a stupid moment of how her muscles could not be sore from not sleeping nor moving from that one spot for so long. The thought was easily shrugged off and then she turned her head back to the window.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:45 am
I don't have many here who could appreciate a sense of humor...
**he sets the bag under the counter and walks over to the man, placing another glass down with rum and Ice cubes, Taking the old glass back to the counter**
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:49 am
"why not? areyou all obliged to be dead?" He let out a hollow laught, his arrogance was from past abuse. Crosis looked at the glass and sipped it only to shudder again. "i swear, you'll have to let me know where you get this rum." Slowly he let his gaze return to the person looking outside, he wondered why this person was so quiet. With a quiet shrug he started scratching a symbol into the thick wooden table with his clawed hand.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 10:54 am
**he shrugs lightly** You will have to meet the customers for yourself.
go easy on the rum, it could get even the undead drunk.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 11:03 am
At hearing the undead remark, he stopped sipping his rum. "fine by me" Slowly he set the glass down and resumed to sitting quietly, tilting his hat back towards his eyes. He sat there for a while, pondering what to do. tto think,this place was a hangout..... must be for outcasts. Crosis stood and stretched, his scaly arms now fully visible. He gulped the rum down and headed for the door. stopping short of hte door, he looked outside at the pouring rain.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 11:06 am
Another hiss escaped her lips sealed behind the mask as she watched the man stand up,almost as if she knew what he was thinking just by how he got up. She then looked down at the table in front of her and glared at it. How could she let her emotions so easily slip? It's not like she hasn't been able to hold herself down before.
She looks over at the man by the door, then at the man who had spoken about the rum.
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