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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 8:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 8:17 pm
*Looks up* I keep coming in here for Crow and she's no where to be found
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 8:18 pm
[He tilts his head] "Oh,sorry to hear that."
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 8:21 pm
-Ese Sparks- [He tilts his head] "Oh,sorry to hear that." It's alright I suppose
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 8:24 pm
[Gets a soda out the fridge and takes a sip looking around]
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 8:28 pm
-Ese Sparks- [Gets a soda out the fridge and takes a sip looking around] *Decides to get up and search other places for Crow*
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 9:07 pm
*She walks in reading her book*
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 1:29 am
*wakes up suddenly, and looks around with a frown* I think I've lost something. *clutches his paper bag tightly to his chest as he sits up*
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 2:08 am
*looks around him wildly, searching about* I think it's important. I need to go find it. *starts to rise, then falls over again, sound asleep*
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 3:02 am
*snort* I would say something, but it may hurt my brain more after that. *grabs a bottle of vodka, chugging it* Gods. Isn't there any fighting around somewhere... *casts aside the bottle*
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[-9th-]Mikhail Swordsworn
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 7:51 am
*hums as he enters through the door, not cloaked or anything, just humming as he moves to the fire and lays*
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 8:00 am
*enters in sipping some wine*
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 8:04 am
*yawns and lays his head down, his wings shuffling a little*
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 8:13 am
Well what a bore this be *opens his eyes to slits*
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 8:17 am
He pushes the door open gently, his shadow falls across the floor. He waits until his eyes adjust before entering. He looks left to right as he walks. His boots thud against the hardwood floor, his coat whips around behind him, his eyes are hidden by his shades. Taking the seat he always have, he propr his feet on the table, leans back against the wall and adjusts his hat, watching, waiting
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