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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 6:43 pm
*Shrugs and puts a padlock on the cooler.* Nifty.
*Picks up the cooler and walks into the kitchen.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 7:43 pm
*Walks back in after putting the cooler away and looks around.* *Notices the emptiness and smirks.* *Walks over and plugs in the Vinyl player. Pulls out a record and pauses. Sniffs.* Ugh... What's that smell. ....God, it smells like someone didn't flush for a month. *Then again no one else could probably smell it.* *Goes looking behind the bar. Finds some air freshener and sprays it.* *Walks back over to the player and turns it on.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:25 pm
*enters the Bistro, obviously fuming but making a clear attempt to conceal it. Sits down at the bar, fixing himself a straight shot of vodka and downing it.*
This is unacceptable...
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:27 pm
*Looks over at Norman curiously as she flips through records. Kiss playing through the Bistro.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:31 pm
*sneers as he calms down slightly, noticing his surrounding and most notably the music.*
Will someone please cease the noise pollution? The grow ups have work to do.
*takes a communications device from the interior of his jacket, and uses it to wirelessly access his Goblin Glider, currently located in his Injustice International office.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:42 pm
*Flips off Norman and continues playing kiss as she looks through the records.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 9:10 pm
*frowns but doesn't respond, too immersed in the task at hand.*
Glider: Access computer mainframe. Password: Gwen-One-Two-One. Transfer all personal files and security logs to comm device.
*smirks as his glider completes the task at hand. Slides the device back into his jacket interior, and removes a razor-bat. Nonchalantly throws it, cutting the player's power cord and bringing the music to a halt.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 9:14 pm
*Jumps up as he throws something and kicks it. Sending it off course.*
*She bars her vampire fangs at him and hisses angrily.*
Ever heard of asking politely. Instead of being a pest? *Stops the player and glares at him with white eyes over her sunglasses.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 9:22 pm
I did ask, you twit. You responded with a rude hand gesture. And it seems a tad ironic calling me a pest when you were the one who saw fit to blare your terrible music in a public place.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 9:28 pm
Well maybe you shouldn't act like people are beneath you when you make a request, p***k. I said nicely. Sticking in an insult at the end, isn't polite.
And this public place was empty when I started playing the music.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 9:33 pm
You are beneath me, you foolish little girl.
*takes his comm device back out as it buzzes.*
Ah. Well, must be going. Much work to do. A word of advice - if you don't want people making assaults on the record player, play something that isn't completely mindless drivel.
*walks out, incessantly hitting keys on the device.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 9:41 pm
*Snorts.* I bet everyone is 'beneath' you in the perfect little world in you head.
I hate a$$es who act superior and have a God complex. They're so much more amusing as blood splatters against the walls.
stare
*Plugs her head phones in and puts on another record. Lays down on the stage, using her arms as a pillow.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:23 pm
*The good doctor strolls into the Bistro with his cold smile and arms folded behind his back. He peers around to see if there is anyone there*
"It never surprises me the lack of service in this establishment. Even after my extended absence..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:31 pm
*Wanders in to the bistro and grabs a drink*
Hey guys.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:32 pm
*Is laying on the stage, humming lightly with the beat of the songs playing on the record player in her ear phones.*
*Waves to everyone. Sitting up.*
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