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 Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 6:06 pm
*his whole body perks up as the newcomer enters... he knows this person..... this feeling of familiarity eats at him... where has he seen him? his head begins to hurt with trying to figure this man out* sarah can i get another drink? *he mumbles trying to clear his head of these thoughts*
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 8:00 pm
*she looked to Torn and snorted. Like he really needed another drink...then she layed her head down on the cold bar counter still feeling more than a little sullen*
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 8:09 pm
*he glances to the man who spoke. he hadn't noticed him in the corner before. There seemed to be something about him. he shrugged and looked to the tender* A drink for me too, please
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 7:43 am
right. *goes and grabs the man a bottle of grog. figuring that was what he wanted. she takes out a glass... about medium size and feels it a little more than halfway with grog, she gives that to torn and the bottle to the man* *to torn* you don't need to drink so much right now. you'll get drunk and mean again. *to midi_lias* here you are sir.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 8:33 pm
*he takes the accepted bottle for the tender offering a nod of thanks before taking a swig. he appears thoughtful for a long moment. his ocean green eyes seem to be staring into another time and place. he takes another drink*...
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 12:28 pm
*smiles at the nod and sits next to torn. he's quiet. he hasn't said anything yet about being given nothing more than just a glass of grog, she knows he is probably slightly upset by not being given a bottle but she did it for his own good*
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 12:43 pm
*takes the drink. he's not happy about getting just a glass but he knows arguing about it will get him no where. he glares at the other guy. she gave him a bottle. and who was he anyway? the feeling of familarity increased... where have i seen him?* *he sighs and takes out his music box, he sets and down, winds it, then opens it and listens*
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 8:23 pm
*he flinched slightly feeling the heat of the man's glare. he continued to stare at the wall ignoring it. with a low growl he took another swig out of the rapidly emptying bottle. maybe it would be enough to numb the pain. the awful stuff seemed potent enough. as he goes to set the bottle down on the bar he's shocked out of his reverie by the music. the bottle drops to the floor bursting and flinging glass everywhere. he hardly notices the crash. his senses are only open to the tune, that eerie, other-worldly melody that wraps around a person's mind. he'd heard it before...many times, a painful reminder of times long past. he shot a look to the man in the corner...he couldn't be...*
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 8:28 pm
*she hears the bottle breaking. she jolts up with such force that she nearly flings herself from the stool where she is sitting. with wide eyes she looked to the man a few seats down from her. but he's not looking to her or to the bottle that he had just dropped. his icy eyes show a mixture of hatred, anger, and fear as they focus on Torn*....
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 2:49 pm
eek um... *goes to clean up the bottle but, being especially clumsy, trips and cuts her hand on some of the glass* it's okay! *hurredly starts trying to clean the glass*
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 2:53 pm
*glares at the man as he goes to sarah. while she is trying to clean the glass with one hand he gently takes her hand and pulls the glass out of it. he licks the blood off and wraps it with a towel* what the hell is your problem? and will you stop with the cleaning your going to cut yourself again! *tries to take the glass away from her*
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 2:54 pm
stop it's okay i've got it *tries to take the glass away from him* um... i think your music box bothers him why don't you just go close it for now?
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 8:23 pm
*gets her bearing and glances to the man. he still doesn't seem to see anything around him. grabbing a rag from the counter she hops down to the floor and assists in wiping up the mess. she thinks about what Sadia-chan said about the music box and wondered why it would've made the man react that way. she is careful of the glass as she wipes up the foul smelling grog. she looks to Torn for a moment as he attempts to take the glass away from Sadia*...
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 8:36 pm
*he doesn't pay attention really to what's going on around him until he hears the sharp tone in the man's voice. he looks seeing the blood on the barkeep's hand. that familiar ache of guilt surfaces for a moment as he stumbles over an apology. the music still pounding in his ears. He moved to try to help them even though they were all ready almost done cleaning up his mess. his footing was less than sure as he tried to stand, even though he hadn't had much to drink...yet...and he fell backward his head slamming on the floor. pain exploded at the back of his skull. he cursed himself wondering where exactly cat-like agility came in. he thought to try and sit up, but lay his head back done not so gently decided against it. he winced and lay still*
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 1:31 pm
boy your not having a good day are you? *goes over to the man and tries to help him up* torn please go and turn your box off... you can listen to it later okay?
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