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 Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 2:45 am
"WHAT!? WHO YOU CALLING UNCLE TOM!?" trows a chair at a random person down stairs. "LOOK WHOS HERE MISS FORGET ABOUT MY BALL GAME!!" drinks some more "TELL ME!! TELL ME WHY DO YUH CLOSE YOUR EYES WHEN WE MAKE LOVE!?" falls down face first and passes out.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:10 pm
Ria laughed out loud. "Oh Bombi." She lifts him up and places him on the couch. "You are a funny one."
[Note from Aili: Please type more than one ore two lines. Being a bit more descriptive will help elongate your posts.]
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 12:24 pm
Aili had her clipped her back hair into a high ponytail that fanned out in a bit. She was here to have fun and mingle with people her age. She was dressed in white stiletto boots that reached her knees, a pastel orange skirt, and a tight white midriff tanktop onto of a sleeveless black midriff. She joined a bunch of girls who were dancing and singing along to the loud music, quickly making aquaintances with them.
Once she tired of dancing, Aili sat down on a bar stool, her bracelets clanging against the countertop. Actually, besides coming out to enjoy, she was actually making sure alcohol was NOT being served at the boarding school's affiliated night club. The bar was supposed to only serve non-alcoholic drinks, and Aili was here to make sure of it. She took a sip of her strawberry kiwi juice and let her eyes scan over the crowd of students.
Luckily, no one here seemed to notice her. Then again, she had put in green contacts and no one would have expected to see her dressed the way she currently was.
'Like the students and patients could imagine me as a normal teen...' Aili downed the rest of her drink and headed to the stairs that lead to the raised level. 'Everything seems to be fine. I'll just check one more time before heading back to my room' she decided.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:04 pm
[Editing my post because an even better idea popped into my head later. Should talk to the bartender. *nods in agreement with self* Makes him more 3d.]
The door to the club unexpectedly flung wide open, slamming against the wall. In walked Rayan, his trademark scarf fluttering behind him softly and his brushed back spikey hair bobbing. He marched past all the students towards the bar counter; his eyes gleamed with the undauntable look of a man with a mission. Rayan stood in front of the counter for a few moments, glaring intently at the barkeeper. The man behind the counter wiped at his glassware and didn't look up. He looked to be in his mid-forties, with thin, graying hair and small, oval-lensed glasses perched upon his nose. Rayan stood silent and motionless. A clock ticked metronomically in the background.
Suddenly Rayan slammed his fist down; the sudden motion sent glasses spilling in all directions from the impact. He half stood up and leaned forward aggressively towards the barkeeper before pointing an accusative finger.
"You! Gimme some icy booze, on the double!" he quipped. The bartender continued wiping his glass, looking intently at the smears and stains on its surface. He replied in a dry, chalky voice.
"We don't serve alcohol here. This bar is on school grounds, remember?"
Rayan's eyes dialated as he reeled back in disgust and sheer horror. "WHAAAT?!" He shouted, loud enough for everyone around him to hear. His face shone a bright red hue. "What kind of crappy bar doesn't serve alcohol?! You've got to at least have some beer in the back or something stashed away!"
A clink sounded as the the bartender put down his glass and slowly raised his head. He cocked it to one side slightly, then reached for another glass and continued to wipe. "Even if we did, you don't look twenty-one to me, boy," he finally replied.
Rayan let his hand drop, but placed both on the counter to support himself as he leaned over even more for emphasis. "Listen to me carefully. I... want... a wet one. Now."
The bartender said nothing. Rayan's face no longer glowed with irritation; he now appeared as calm and collected as he usually did. His hand shot for his sword hilt. Rayan drew it out so fast that the blade looked invisible while it was in motion. He held the blade pointed backwards, at himself.
"All right... Give me some booze or there'll be a mess." Rayan's voice and body tension both signalled his threat together. Some people behind him gasped, and one uttered a somewhat appropriate "Oh, God! He's insane!"
The bartender put down his second glass that he had cleaned and leaned one arm up on the counter. He looked at Rayan with a glint of challenge in his steely, aging eyes. "That," he began, "is the janitor's problem." Tense moments followed as the two stared each other down in a stand off. At last, Rayan sheathed his blade. When he looked up again, he broke out into a smile from ear to ear.
"As good as always under pressure, Max," he said to his old bar buddy. "You never crumble to that sort of thing, do you?"
The old man laughed. "No, although you almost had me convinced for a moment there. Anyways, if you're done causing a scene, can I get you something to drink, Rayan?" Rayan finally sat himself down and folded his arms. His eyes glanced over the menu. "Hmmm... I'll take a smoothie," he said. Max nodded.
"The usual, I take?"
Rayan nodded in return. Max turned and began stirring up the ingredients to one of his top-class fruit smoothies, Rayan stared off at nothing in particular, lost in thought. "Max?" he said after a long while.
"What ya need?" he replied. The fruit blender roared as he shred up the bananas and strawberries. Soon they mixed into a creamy, red and yellow blend.
"Who's ever heard of a club that doesn't have alcohol..." Rayan finished. Max turned around and placed Rayan's glass in front of him.
"I don't know, but I'm glad we don't have any spirits. Otherwise more crazy people like you would start showing up." Rayan laughed, then slapped down his money. He uttered a short "Thanks," and began slurping away.
"Ahhhh... no more teachering or tutoring or running around looking for Mattus or ANY of that today! I'm a free man!" Rayan sighed to himself. With great satisfaction, he slurped down another large gulpful of smoothie. "oooh, strawberry-banana is goooooood..."
Rayan then began to look around at all the various people scattered throughout the place. His eye soon rested upon a certain young lady sitting a few seats away. She had bright, shining green eyes and an eye-catching attire. Rayan couldn't help but wonder why she looked vaguely familiar...
That's a unique hairstyle, he thought to himself as he kept sucking away blissfully.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 6:23 pm
Malister sitts at the bar and simply asks for a drink to have while hes reading his book and says hi to some friend as he sees each of them pass by
[Note from Aili: Please don't use *action* while you post. According the the rules, you are suppose to type out the actions without the presence of actions in *...* or ::...::. This is the first time I've seen you do this, so I'm giving you the chance to improve this.]
gotcha i will work on it
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 6:47 pm
He walked in, having sucessfully found his way there from the directions he had overheard. He was never one for a flashy entrance, just seeming to appear there out of nowhere. He walked slowly over to a corner, leaning against the wall when he got there.
He closed his eyes, sending pulses of energy through his body to check the healing of muscles and tissue. All bleeding had stopped and all damaged tissue was closed. Most muscles only had a short time until they were back to normal. His hearing and sense of smell were still gone and he would have to clean out his nostrils and ear canals later that night.
He stayed silent, not knowing anyone around him. If he needed to, he could read lips, but he would never know anyone was talking to him unless they tapped him on his shoulder. Those who were around him backed away though. He figured it was either his appearance or the smell of blood that probably surrounded him. He mentally shrugged it off as he waited for Scytheress.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 4:51 am
Aili heard a commotion at the bar and she made her way down to check it out, but not before sending a flirtatious smile at the guy who had been trying to get her to dance with him.
The disguised teacher quickly wove her way through the crowd to reach the bar. Not wanting to look too conspicuous she joined the dancing on the floor, subtly throwing her glance over at the bar to see what was going on. Her eyes widened a small fraction when she realized the man was none other than her fellow colleague Rayan.
'Probably testing Max although he should not make it obvious he's a teacher.' There was someone in the crowd who had asked "Isn't that Mr. Stiger?"
Thinking she wanted a bit more fun before she headed back for the night, Aili plopped down in one of the dry seats near Rayan. "Ugh, this mess needs to be cleaned up now." With a tugging moment of her left hand, the liquid collected into the fallen glasses she had placed upright with the other hand. 'That just proves there was no alcohol in them. It only works smoothly with liquids that contain water.'
Aili turned her head towards Rayan, the long thin silver chains from her earrings brushed against her exposed collarbone with the movement. "Hey, don't give Max a hard time here, the school would never hire someone they couldn't trust for this job," she said. Max grinned at the compliment, "That, young lady, earns you another Shirley Temple, non-alcoholic." The bartender stressed the last word and both Aili and he sent Rayan a teasing smile.
"Thanks Max," Aili said, taking a sip of her drink. 'This is great! Neither Max nor Rayan know its me. Hehe they probably couldn't imagine me dressed like this or sounding this young. Great! I'm making my usual self seem all stiff and boring.'
"You haven't been here lately, Rikina. Where have you been?" Max asked as he busied himself disposing the once spilled drinks.
"Oh, just school work," Aili replied, taking another sip of her drink.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 7:06 pm
He sighed slightly. Scytheress must have still been fighting that Gordon person. He couldn't hear or smell. He walked to the bar and sat down on a stool. He set his hands on the countertop, pulling out his lighter and cigarette pack.
He rested one cigarette between his lips and placed the pack back in his pocket. He went to light the cigarete but looked around, seeing if anyone would stop him. He knew he probably shouldn't smoke in the building, but he needed one. It had been awhile and the events from before stressed him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 9:09 pm
Some people stared at Rayan as he slurped on his smoothie. He stopped, looked back at them and asked, "Is there a problem, younglings?" The students mumbled hardly audible "no's" and asked each other in whispers what the heck younglings are.
Kids... always poking their noses into things that don't concern them. So I felt like letting loose a little pent up emotion. So sue me, I stay rigid and proper all day long, what do you expect? They must not know what their headmaster acts like...
Swiveling his seat to face the bar again, Rayan noted the lady he saw earlier was sitting a seat away from him. From the looks of things, she had cleaned up the spills he had caused. He sweatdropped slightly and smiled sheepishly. "Haha... ahh... I made a mess while putting on my act, didn't I? Hardly noticed..." He paused when the thought struck him- how in blazes did she get the water back IN the glasses? Perhaps there was more to this female than met the eye...
"Hmm? Ah, don't worry, Max and I have known each other for years. If he had a problem, he'd let me know. Thanks for your concern, though..." He sat quietly as the girl conversed with Max. Finally, Rayan cleared his throat as Max got the girl a drink. After some silence, he attempted striking conversation. "Rikina, Max called you?" he asked. "Lovely name. I'm Mr. Stiger, in case you couldn't tell..."
At that moment Rayan's speech failed him. His brain just went blank. Great Rayan now you're trapped. Quick say something stupid! Why now all of a sudden anyways? Rayan thought.
"...So... how long have you been at Ria High for, Rikina? What subjects do you take, also?" Rayan took another sip and began to relax, having narrowly saved himself. Then he realized he had been looking at her unknowingly for the past three minutes. Rayan averted his eyes back down to his drink and groaned internally.
LOVELY. Yet another stupid "Ero-Sensei" rumor...
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 8:14 am
Aili turned around to when Rayan started talking to her. "Oh, yea. My name's Rikina, but you can call me Riki. It's nice to meet you in person Mr. Stiger, I've heard about you from a few friends," Aili stuck out a hand for a handshake, her bracelets tinkled as the bumped against each other.
"I've been here for two years already. I'm trying to become a water elementalist. Well, I mean I have the power to manipulate water and I'm studying to master my control. Oh, I'm also taking a mathematics course and archery. It's weird right? Most people talk about the fighting classes and magic classes, but I talk about academics," Aili let out a giggle, something she wouldn't normally do.
'Heh, I'm well practiced in those areas, but no one really knows about that... so at least I can play up my role. And it IS the second year I've been coming here in this disguise...'
"Rikina! That's what's so great about you. You care about academics, not like some of the people who always come here. Although I approve of you studying, I wouldn't mind seeing your smiling face here more often," Max commented as he prepared another drink for a student.
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 9:15 am
He lit the cigarette, seeing that no one was stopping him. Replacing the lighter in his pocket he let out a puff of smoke which formed into a small fox like firgure before dissipating.
He looked to Max and nodded his head, beconning the man to come when he had a spare moment. Pander was thirsty. He wiggled a finger in his ear but the blood was crusted and stuck. He simply waited for the man to come over.
When he did Pander placed his order for a large cup of coffee then settled back onto the stool, relaxing his body. He would have taken off his jacket but the fact of having a rapier, a dagger and a gun on him were good deterants. Also the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt made the jacket his only upper garment. He sipped the coffee, careful not to burn his mouth.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 9:42 am
He sniffed, trying to blow any loose blood out of his nostrals. He gave up as he finished his coffee, which by this time was cold. He set the empty glass on the counter and dropped a few gold coins down beside the cup. He stood up, heading for the door.
His jacket billowed around his knees as he walked. The fur on the collar and cuffs rippled with the air that moved around him as he walked. His rapier's sheath poked out of the side for a split second before returning to hiding under the leather jacket.
He reached the door and pushed it open deftly. His eyes adjusted to the light difference in a single blink. He dissappeared around the corner of the building as the door closed behind him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:04 pm
Eva walked into the club. She wore her tight bluejeans and a low cut longsleve shirt. She was tired of sitting around the school, and kinda miffed that no one had made any form of conversation with her. She ordered a coke from the bar wishing it had vodka in it.
She then sat down to people watch, it was her favorite pastime, reading people. She lit up a cigarette and stared out into the club at the couples dancing. She wondered when she find her own prince charming, or when he'd find her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 9:25 pm
He sighed sitting down on one of the stools and began to spin himself around after he ordered some milk. As he continued to spin himself he soon became very disoriented and fell off the chair as it slowed to stop. Struggling to get up he stubmbled about until he grasped the bar for support. "at least the music is nice", he thought to himself.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 9:16 am
Eva's hair was tied up in a loose bun and some of it fell draping along her cheeks. She was wearing a black tank top and a black long skirt with a slit up to her thigh. her shoes were black ballet slippers.
She wandered in the club and over to the bar and ordered pomegranate juice, it was her favorite, she then found a seat on the couch and basked on it like an egyptian queen.
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