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 Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:25 am
Libby wrinkles her nose. "a massage? What are you talking about?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 7:54 pm
well there was a guy gettign a massage. It looked relaxing. O.o;
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 6:46 am
Libby wrinkled her nose and raised an eyebrow. "Not here," she replied.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 5:27 am
The sound of squealing tires announced the arrival of 99. Within a few moments more, his footsteps beat a path to the door, and he pushed inward, to the building.
He paused just inside the building, and took a brief moment to look about the room. He knew noone there, but that was fine by him. Anonymity meant life, as far as he was concerned. No one knew him enough to hate him.
He stuffed his gloved hands in his pockets and walked quietly to the bar, where he seated himself. He looked upon his options, and sighed...this place was loaded with whatever kind of drink he could possibly want. That was good. With a soft yawn, he flagged down the bartender to place his order.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 10:21 am
((Okay, notice the last post made in this topic, and think about what you're trying to do))
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 11:55 am
((Well, someone can bartend in Libby's absence.. ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 12:31 pm
((good point, but I acted under the assumption that an NPC tended the bar in the absence of an actual person...which usually is the case. So...should I just edit the post, or run with it?))
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 12:36 pm
((Or...that works too. blaugh I'd do it, but I don't want to make the encounter between Quint and 99 too early.. pirate ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 1:56 pm
((I'm the newcomer to the guild here. So it's you guys' call.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 2:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 3:31 am
((right. I think I've got how I'm gonna do this then))
He raised a brow and took a second look around, and came to the realization that there wasn't anyone on duty at the moment. What kind of bar is this? He shook his head. That was just his luck, wasn't it...
With a muted sigh he stood and stretched, popping his back with a sigh. If he was gonna eat he'ld have to either sit patiently, or else leave and find somewhere else to go, and sitting patiently was never his strongest suit. He stuffed his hands back in his pockets and began to walk back to the door, the keys to the bike already within his hand.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:34 pm
Libby pulled noisily into the parking lot on a vintage Harley-Davidson. Taking off the helmet, she ran her fingers through her short, brown hair. She shut off the bike and hopped off of it, then hurried into the bar, tying on her bartender's apron as she walked. As she opened the door to walk in, though, she bumped into a rather disgruntled-looking man.
"'Scuse me," she mumbled defensively as he pushed past her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 3:07 am
He raised a brow, and shook his head. It was interesting timing, to be sure, but at least someone had shown up. He made a full about-face in the door and began to stump his way back to his original seat.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 2:03 pm
Libby sighed as she opened the register. She could tell her stomach was getting a little bigger, but no one else had noticed yet. Or if they had, they hadn't said anything in case they had the wrong idea. She probably just looked a little less thin and stick-like.
Seeing the guy she bumped into return to the bar, she raised an eyebrow. "Forget something?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 2:35 pm
Yeah. Food. If you have no objections, I'ld like something to eat.
He was very blunt in his tone and choice of words, but then again, that was how he dealt with people...especially those who didn't impress him. He twisted his back to pop his spine, then continued.
A steak, rare as you can legally cook it, and a beer. I'm not partial to the brand, so take your pick.
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