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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 10:47 am
Lets her have her peace continuing to sweep the floor sweeping the dust and dirt out the door and then sweeps the balcony wating the spring day.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 11:11 am
Vesiss eventually drains her tea and stands up. She stretches out and covers a yawn. "So, what's there to do 'round here... since I've been gone so long?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 11:50 am
"Wells theres crops to tend to the cellers to work the cows to milk and the buttery to run meals to cook fish to catch fruits nuts and berries to pick out the orchard and herbs and other wild growing things in the forest to pick ad forgde to run this place to cleen so yeah lots of stuff"
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 4:18 pm
Humms and soft song quietly holding an book and a piece of charcole looking over the balcony at things clearly frustraded at the lack of inspiration.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 1:38 pm
Gumbles on quietly about lack of inspiration and sets about to drawing a thick lock of whisteria hanging a rocky ledge over the stare way concenrtrating tounge sticking slightly out from the left side of my mouth eyes never leaving the plants and blooms.
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 1:52 pm
She walks out and looks over evething sighing softly then shrugs and sets about cleaning the tables from there thin film of dust.
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 1:57 pm
She slips behind the bar and squats searching for a bowl of linseed oil.
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 2:07 pm
She acidentaly bumps the bowl spilling oil on her hand and dress and some on the floor and shelf. She grumbles softly scrubbing the floor to get most of the oil either into the wood or on the rag to prevent anyone falling.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 5:10 am
Sighs and rubs the back of neck then sits back lifting self and bowl ff the floor . Sets the bowl on a table and dip rag into it spreading linseed oil on the table. Scrubs the table in a circle till the oil has leached into the table. Continues on around the bar getting all the table makeing sure to get the sides of the table to prvent dust and make them shiny and well protected.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 5:38 pm
Nez walks in with her cat, Neisuke. "Okay, so my cat is named after my last name, but Neisuke is actually a special name..." She sits on the chair and Neisuke meows.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:11 pm
*walks in from the back and over to Nez* hey, what can i get you?
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 4:58 pm
Hell it is quiet. Still, he shrugs and lands the pegasus right outside the cafe. The prince dismounts, and stands akimbo, looking at the deserted inn. He's dressed in the ceremonial attire native to his people. His long, heavy, purple hair is braided up into hang-tie dreds. Blended cream and rose colored conch shell beads glisten at the tips of his plaits. Two braids hang in his clean-shaven face, framing his violet eyes and angled jaw. One raven and one dove feather are nestled in his hair. His usually bare torso is covered in shiny, black form-fitting chain-mail, bring his broad chest and shoulders, chisled arms and sculpted abs into sharp definition. In the middle of the tunic are painted white hoops that start large on his chest and taper down to his narrow waist. White mammoth-hair breeches, held fast with a belt made of a dozen black mussel shells strung together on a narrow silver chain, balloon at the top of his boots which are white and latch all the way over his calves with black and silver straps. It is wedding attire and Dai is not sure he's completely comfortable in it, even if it wasn't his own wedding.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 5:34 pm
Hurting_Fighter *walks in from the back and over to Nez* hey, what can i get you? "Hello. I kind of just came here to chill. Thanks though. Like my cat. I renamed him from just Neisuke to Gabriel Neisuke," *Gabriel meows*
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:11 am
Stagering in grunting trying to keep control over nearly frozen body normal silverish grey black wings plasterd to body broekn and coverd with ice and snow. Hair matted and sticking to face neck back and arms dripping wet where not frozen solid. Silver eyes flickering yellow and green blood dripping from large fangs proturding from disformed face. Caught in snow and ice mid change in the north after haveing fallen victim to dreams from the dream giver. That b***h.. The trip had been quite a task to find her amdist the icey flows of the norther oceans only to have her spurn my questions and fling me forth from her grasp and into those fridged oceans before i was able to change to save my self. Stumps slowly over to the fireplace staring wildy into the flames praying to unknow gods in acient tounges from many worlds.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 10:55 am
The demon enters, in his ceremonial attire, dress boots clicking softly across the bare wooden floor, rose-colored shell beads clacking gingerly together. He stalks Lestat, careful not to startle her after his long absence. "Let me see...I can heal you," he whispers, reaching a bejeweled hand out to her. He doesn't bother with preamble or a hello.
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