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 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 5:16 pm
Rivin gave a smile and looked as the waiter seemed to find them, with him a large security guard followed. He had a mean look on his face, and Rivin notcied they found them, he gave a worried look, then noticed the open door, and smiled. Rivin grapped Kayal's hand, and pulled themself's from under the table and spirinted to the door, Kayal in hand. He looked her and smiled as they out ran the guard doging others, he stopped leaned over breathing hard and smiled at Kayla.
"That was so fun" he said with large smile and began breathing slow and hard.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 5:19 pm
Kayla laughed and smiled. She looked down at herself and then to her backside.
"Fun; and wasn't hit with food either! A bonus!" she said, smiling. She looked at Rivin and patted his back.
"Are you ok? Do you want me to grab some water?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 5:23 pm
Rivin stood up straight and gave a sigh, then shook his head.
"Nah I'm alright but thanks for the offer...well lets get out of here before that guard shows up again" Rivin said as he grapped her hand again and began a fast paced walk and lead her to the bus. It pulled up as he let go of her hand, and followed her into the bus.
[[Next post in the courtyard?]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 5:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:12 pm
"That will be $609.88" Said the woman at the counter as she opened the cashier and waited for Immolatus to pay.
Immolatus took out this genuine Italian leather wallet and removed the several hundred bills within it. Placing them on the counter, there was a total of 610 dollars. The woman at the counter then took the money and bagged Immolatus's clothing. She then counted the change and held it out towards him.
"Keep the change..." Immolatus said, as he picked up the bag with his new shirt inside it. He walked out of the expensive clothing store and headed towards the dry cleaners.
Hmmmm, thats the most expensive shirt I've bought yet.... 610 dollars for a silk black shirt. Oh well, its all worth it....
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:18 pm
Kayla frowned, staring at the books in the bookstore. She couldn't remember which one she was looking for. She sighed, closing her eyes, trying to remember where and when she had stained the library's copy.
She shrugged, coming to the conclusion that it must have fell in the sink or the bath tub at some point. She picked up the book and walked over to the cashier. She hated this; spending the very last of her money to replace a stupid book.
She left the store, bag clutched in her head. She was reading the recpiet (sp) and frowning. That much for a book? For this book? She shook her head, still staring at the total when she bumped into someone and fell to the ground. She couldn't figure out why she was so clumbsy these days. She groaned and looked up.
"Sorry Immolatus,"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:28 pm
Because Immolatus was too busy looking at his new shirt in the bag, he barely noticed someone walking into him. The words, "Sorry Immolatus" could be heard by him, as he looked down and noticed Kayla. An expressionless face targetted her and Immolatus folded his shirt, placing it inside the plastic bag.
"Don't be sorry, just watch where your going next time, it might not be someone your familiar with..." Immolatus said, as he then took his eyes off Kayla and once again walked towards the dry cleaners to get his dirty dress shirt washed.
Hmmm, I thought she was with that other guy back at the courtyard...
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:33 pm
Kayla watched him go and muttered something along the lines of 'Thanks for helping me up,'
She sighed, grabbing the reciept (sp), which had flew out of her hand and stuffed it back into the bag. She stood, muttering more to herself, seeing as a bruise was going to be produced on her elbow.
Such a gentlemen, she thought sarcastically as she began to walk in the same direction as him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:44 pm
Immolatus walked into the dry cleaners and stood by the counter. He ringed the bell and waited for the owner to step out. A few moments later, an old man walked out from the back and to the counter. This old man was about 5'6", his hair was short and he had a cane as he walked out.
Putting on his glasses and looking up at a 6'10" giant, the old man spoke, "Can I help you young man?"
"This shirt I'm wearing, I need it dry cleaned please... As you can see, theres blood and wrinkles on it. How much?" Immolatus asked as he pointed to the blood stains on his shirt. "Oh yeah, and don't ask about how I got these stains." Immolatus added.
The old man then gave Immolatus a weird look. "Judging by your height, your probably wearing a large sized shirt, large sized shirts are 80 dollars for the dry clean." Said the store owner.
Immolatus took off the shirt and gave it to the old man. He took out his credit card and swiped it on the card reader. After the payment, Immolatus took out his newly bought silk shirt out of the plastic bag and put it on. He looked in the mirron by the side of the wall as he buttoned up the shirt.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:50 pm
Kayla, continuing to mutter herself, stopped and looked down at the ground. She picked up the small piece of paper and her eyes went wide at the total; nearly $610.00
She frowned and as much as she didnt want to at the moment, followed Immolatus into the dry cleaner's. She cleared her throat.
"Immolatus, I think you dropped this," she said, waving around the reciept.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:55 pm
Immolatus turned around and saw Kayla calling to him. After puttin the shirt on, he walked over to her and looked at what she had in her hand, it was Immolatus''s receipt. The 610 dollars weren''t for others to see, since Immolatus did not want anyone to know he was filthy rich. He held his expressionless face at her as he thought.
Hmmmm, I don''t want people knowing I''m that rich.... Damnit the tag is still on the sleeve... better hide it, and say that the receipt isn''t mine.
Immolatus then held his right sleeve back as if he was trying to scratch his back. With the sleeve behind his back, he ripped off the tag and crumpled it up, placing it in his back pocket.
"That receipt... Ummmm, it''s not mine.... I didn''t ask for a receipt." He said as his facial expression changed and he looked at Kayla with a weird and curious look.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:59 pm
Kayla's cheeks turned a little pink. She looked down at the receipt and frowned.
"Oh... I'm sorry," she offered a weak smile, though she was staring at the ground. "I just assumed it was yours because you were walking in front of me,"
She crumpled the reciept.
"I'm sorry to have bothered you," she said, glancing up at him and then turning for the door.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:04 pm
Phew... I didn't blow my "cover"
Immolatus thought to himself as he put on a slight smirk. His stomach then made a growl. Immolatus put his hand on his stomach and realized he was getting hungry. He looked towards the door at Kayla's back.
"Hey wait, are you hungry? Want to grab a bite with me? I'm starving." Immolatus asked, as he walked towards the exit, following Kayla.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:08 pm
((Hey, I gotta go, leave a post and I'll get back to it.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:14 pm
((alrighty))
Kayla turned around and blinked. Had he just invited her to 'grab a bite' with him? She looked around to see if he could be talking to someone else. Nope; the place was empty except for them. She blinked and looked back up at him. She wasn't really hungry; more thirsty. But she had no money and she wasn't sure if he would pay for her or not. But then again at the same time, she wanted to be friends with him. Finally, she came to the conclusion that she would just get a water, seeing as it was usually free. That way he wouldn't have to be mad if he had to pay or she wouldn't embarass herself by admitting she had no money.
"Sure," she said smiling, "That sounds great,"
She walked out of the dry cleaner's, holding the door open for him.
"Where do you want to go?"
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