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 Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 5:53 pm
Alexai, getting alittle bored of the inactivety of the bar, gets up and walks out and heads for the park once more.
[[exit to park]]
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 5:13 pm
Kilala waited for the others outside the door, rubbing the scars on her arm, then looking up at the sky.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 11:12 pm
Scratch walked up behind Kilala, and tapped her shoulder. 'Waiting for someone?' he asked, the plastered sadistic smile ever-present. 'You may want to refrain from using your powers in public view. Frightening the mortals is a bad idea. They call the authorities, and the Hunters find out about it, and we have trouble on our hands.'
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 4:42 pm
"Sorry, it has been so long since I have been able to." She rolled her head to look at the door. "Should we go in, or should we wait for the other?" Her eyes rolled back to look at Scratch, flashing black for a moment but then back to red. She matched his sadistic smile with a demonic smile of her own. "I am in much need of a drink."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 9:19 am
'I don't care either way. If he's too slow to keep pace, then he doesn't deserve our company.' Scratch replied. He opened the door for Kilala, and waited for her to enter before following behind her. As he entered, he'd look about the bar, his plastered smile shaking a few people's minds, and other just didn't care.
'Hmm... time to find a good drink...'
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 5:07 pm
"Thank you." She smiled and walked inside. She waited next to him, smiling demoniacally as well. "Yes, a drink." She looked around the room.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 1:27 pm
Scratch walked up to the bar, and sat down, putting his hand on a seat, motioning to Kilala to join him. He turned to the bartender and ordered a simple drink. He would receive his drink, and hold onto it, as if he were waiting to drink it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 1:57 pm
Kilala sat next to Scratch and ordered a fruity drink, she liked flavor. She acted polite and smiled softly at the bartender so she did not scare him although her aura would say differently if he could sense it. The red and black evil light that could be seen by only a few was emitted from her soul as she sat there smiling innocently.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 5:27 pm
Jasie walked in without a care in the world, muttering under her breath as her steel toe boots clanged and clogged the floors with noise. She walked to a stool and flopped down with eaze ordering a shot of Jack, and knew the bartender would keep them coming.
"Hey bud... how's the nightlife and this bar treating you? Jasie said to the bartender knocking back her shot.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 5:34 pm
Jasie followed Devilboy to the graveyard but when she came to the iron gates. She found herself not wanting to follow him, giving him space and time that he needed. so she left him to his needs and time and walked to the bar for a few good heavy drinks to sooth her now depressing state.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 9:45 pm
He walks into nthe bar seeing Jasie he walks over to her and he was now completly healed up"I'm so sorry but I only have one place where I can sleep with out nightmares and so far thats her grave I havn't found any other place that comforts me enough to sleep."He said in an apoligetic voice."Sorry I understand if your pissed off you should be."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 9:51 pm
William walked into the bar with a smile on his face just wanting to fight anything that would be dumb enough to. He was in a really good mood. He doesn't know or care where he sat. William just sat wherever.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 10:01 pm
He saw the guy entered and glanced over to him but then turned his attention back to Jasie.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 11:03 pm
Scratch took a sip from his drink. Not that it would effect him, being dead and all, but it was to keep the illusion were there any mortals in the room. Granted, his appearance would tell any other immortal what he was, but the humans would think he was just some crazy guy.
He turned to Kilala, and rolled his eyes. 'Nothing exciting is happening. I think I'll go dance.' He put his drink down, and moved to the dance floor. He joined in the dancing, showing off a few moves he'd learned in the recent years.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 7:54 am
Jasie hear Devilboy come up behind her and she didn't mean to ignore him. But her thoughts were on other matters and beyond being interupted by conversation and people. It was as if everything slipped away and faded into the background noise and all she could hear was the faint and distant heart beat of someone near. That heart beat came from someone, that was dead and endearing to her.
Then her scent drifted up into her nostrols and Jasie fought back her emotions.
Jasie shook her head as if coming to and her eyes looked empty. Jasie gripped her shot glass and pounded it so hard on the table, that it shattered in her hands and cut deeply into her palm. Jasie was so inner twined in her thoughts she didn't even notice or care. She looked up at the bartender with hate in her eyes and she order a mix drink.
"O-pos... with Jack! You already know how I like it... more on the bloody side then Jack!"
Jasie didn't even look at Devilboy, she wasn't even pissed off. She just felt like being alone for a while and knew she had to go somewhere. But the question was, where...
"It's cool... I'm not pissed, don't worry about it... I often tend to go into the shadow's... but even they don't seem to help at all lately... why don't you go get some more sleep and we'll hang out tomorrow night." Jasie said in a tone devilboy never heard before, it wasn't sadness or hurt. It was a faded, hollow tone she never and rarely used when something horrible was bothing her and nagging at her badly.
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