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 Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 1:32 am
"Just because, we do not always speak, does not mean we are not here." A voice called from above but said no more. Nothing showed itself either as the object behind the voice but it was quite obvious to anyone that had heard him speak before.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 1:40 am
okey.. i see *leans back on couch* so you see everything that goes on here?
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:07 am
leaves a note on the door of the bar address to Alley
'meet me were water mets sand'
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:13 am
Ivan Hill leaves a note on the door of the bar address to Alley 'meet me were water mets sand' *gets the note,,,* i think he means the beach xd
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:39 am
*walks over to teh fridge and grabs a bottle of pearcider and crashes on the couch* ohhh,,, this stings.. *opens bottle and takes a sip*... *lays back on the couch,,, looking at her demonic wing,,* at least i got my old one
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:44 am
*feels a burning sting on her new demonic wing* so its just adjusting to me? *lays back at tries to relax*
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:01 am
((ooc: gotta go, catch you guys later))
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 7:19 am
}|{
It was, in a silent night that a lone Vampyress sat like an outcast at the bar countertop. She lacked her usual elegance. Her posture was hunched and she was without a great gown. Instead a large trenchcoat drapped her small figure.
Before her stood empty glasses, taunting her to the fact no matter how much she drunk, she could never truly get to the point of waking up tomorrow and not remembering a thing. Pity.
Her right index finger dance softly and gently upon the countertop, being the center of attention for Crimson's bright eyes while her mind wandered off to a different world. A world ruled by her wife. A wife she was not yet ready to let go. Someone she was not yet ready to be named as 'the ex'.
She missed Crow dearly, and the fact Crimson was greatly unfaitful had the Vampyress at her deepest ends. She was alone now. Serves her right.
She wanted to feel the warmth of her old Lover once again. To see that rare smile that would play the Mistress' lips. To hear her smooth wit of a woman that would so easily have an ancient Vampyress speechless.
If only.
With a sigh, Crimson pushed herself up in her stool and looked to the bartender. A simple nod had him filling but another glass to add towards Crimson's collection. It was a childish motion of course, but she was striving for something to make her feel alive again.
Like Crow did.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 7:22 am
*wakes up and looks over at her* bar maid... *smiles*
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 7:33 am
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Hearing a voice, that so easily broke the silence of the bar, Crimson turned ever so slightly, looking over her shoulder to find the bearer of such a voice. There Crimson saw but a woman, one who seemed to know this place well.
Not truly understanding her motions of speaking, Crimson politly gave a small nod of the head and turned back to the re-filled glass.
Slowly, slender fingers slipped around the cold glass, picking the awaiting drink from the counter and placing it to her lips.
It's taste was bitter as it slid past tastebuds that only lusted for one taste, and trufully Crimson didn't have to clue to why she was actually drinking it.
Better than sitting there and doing nothing she thought.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 11:10 am
opss sorry i meant i am the bar maid.. so if you cant find anything just ask *made a nod back at her and leaned back in then couch*
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 11:35 am
**he looks down from the rafters to see if anyone is around** ....hm..
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 11:39 am
DaxMaurier **he looks down from the rafters to see if anyone is around** ....hm.. *looks up at him and waves* hi im here
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 11:43 am
**he smiles to her and starts to jump down from the rafters. as he starts his decent down to the floor, his right foot catches of the rafter, sending him into an un-controlable forward flip. quietly he mutters "aw damn...." just before he crashes back first through a table. Abit stunned, he lays there, stareing up at the ceiling**
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 11:46 am
*gets on her knees and looks at him and asks* do you need any help? *smiles at him*
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