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 Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:30 pm
*gates back in*
Now I have soda on the mind
*goes and grabs one and takes a seat*
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:39 pm
::stalks in, finishing writing in his journal::
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:40 pm
*takes a deep drag on what's left of his cigar before putting it out in an ashtray.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:42 pm
*Goes back to the pot for another coffee.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:42 pm
*looks to kane*
I told the computer to search for you wanted. Hopefully we'll get some results.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:44 pm
::has a seat at the ubiquitous 'end of the bar' seat and reaches into his coat::
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:47 pm
I'm not expecting anything, but you never know when a hunch is going to pay off.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:50 pm
Heh.
::pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights the last one, crumpling up the package and tossing it on the bar::
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:50 pm
:leans in the doorframe::
Why are you avoiding me?
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:52 pm
Because you make it so easy.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:59 pm
Being bait. That's why you're being so visible, isn't it? You put all the focus on yourself to try to flush your harasser out of hiding. Then I stay in the shadows and strike when they come out.
Ideally, anyway. We could always have another public fight if you'd prefer that.
I'm sort of spoiling for a fight anyways.
::turns around lip curling in a half-sneering smile::
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 1:01 pm
You've got to be kidding me, right? Why is it that EVERY time you frequent the Nexus, you turn into "dark gritty-er Bigby". It's a rare thing when you're around and you're NOT possessed by something.
Kids are safe and we're alone. We could be banding together to solve this or hell, we could be thousands of miles away on a vacation but instead you're possessed or whatever. Ugh
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