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 Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:30 pm
*flail cursed under his breath as he encountered a stubborn bolt holding a ammunition's box for the bikes twin 30 cals*you stupid piece of crap!budge damn you!
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:55 pm
*with a mighty heave flail got the bolt to come of but snaped the bolt and the whole box of ammo fell to the floor and landed on his foot*YEOWCH!*flail hopped on one foot and slipped on the lose bullets that had scattered on the floor. with a adubile thud flail hit the floor and lay still, swearing in dragon tounge*
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 10:08 pm
*flail sighed as he picked himself up and dusted himself off. he retreved a broom and began sweeping the bullets up so he could pick them up later. he grumbled a bit but this was his work so he stuck to it*
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 10:14 pm
*flail sighed as he finished cleaning up the mess and put the broom away. he headed out to the bar where he could relax a little while having a nice cool drink*
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 2:47 pm
*flail wakes up with a loud yawn and sits up in his bed. he stretchs his wings out and gives them a flap before refolding them over his shoulders. he heaved himself from his bed and shuffled over to the bathroom and undressed before stepping into the shower and turning on the water it an icy spray. after a short time he switched it to a more comfortable temperature and sighed as he let the water hit his back and wings*
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 2:56 pm
*after scrubing himself down and washing out his hair, flail turned the water off and stepped out into the now steamy bathroom. shaking his wings of water he went to the counter and began shaving, seeing as how he was a batchlor again he didn't bother with a towel. as he shaved off the night's stubble he washed and dried his face before grabbing a towel and drying off as he walked back into the master bedroom and over to his closet were he picked out his clothes for the day. he grabed a pair of boxers and slipped them on as he went into the kitchen and began making himself breakfast. a few eggs scrabbled, toast with butter, jucie and strait black coffee were shortly mad as he sat down at the table in the kitchen and ate a leisurly meal*
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:17 pm
*flail finished his meal and sighed while sitting back. after a moment he picked up the dishes and washed them in the sink before puitting them away. he walked back into the bedroom and slipped into his clothes. he brushed his hair and styled it and head out, locking the office door as he passed through. he flicked the lights off as he exited the shop and head to the bar to see if anyone was there*
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 2:14 am
From The ~Red Dragon Syndicate~
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 3:33 pm
thanks for the card angel heart
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 3:31 pm
*flail walked in and flicked on the lights as he made his way to his room in the back. with a sigh he started up the fireplace and went to the wet bar. he poured himself a drink and sat down in his chair by the fire and took a sip.*sure is quiet here in the RDS as of late
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 4:11 pm
*flail got up and grabbed a book written in dragon runes and began to read. he heaved a sigh as the fire crackled and poped while giving off its cheery glow*i wish there was something to do here
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 2:13 pm
*runs in with arrows stab in his back and says hi and falls to the ground drunk*
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:20 pm
*flail appears outside his door, not wanting his flames to ignight any of the many flammable things in his shop. he walked in and threw his scarf off and took of his shades as he walked over to a partially built chasis. he rolled up his sleves and shifted through his tools as he looked for the fitted wrench made to loosen the bolts on his specially designed power plant*where the hell is that wrench?! why couldn't my p***y good side ever keep the garage clean!?
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 2:23 pm
*embers swirled and roared into a pilliar of black flames, swirling around two figures. the pilliar died out and the embers swirled away into nothingness. flail opened his wings from around sin and looked down at her as they stood outside the door to his place's heavy doors*are you alright sin?
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