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 Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 7:41 pm
Tenma sat at the table in the corner laughing with the young man who had sat down near him, the young man joking between thier tables. Two young men, one boyishly appearing, tenma, and the other slightly older but still a boy by most standards, tenma was 33 was maybe 21. But he laughed as he ate, an odd concoction, it was a spicy clear liquid that was warm down his throat, and a thin bread wrapped around slivers of meat and eggs. Delecious if he did say so himself.
and there he sat, relaxing, his blade on the table near him and his mask tied to that, taking sips of that amazingly good drink.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 4:53 pm
Eli Archer Orient wakes late in the morning, with Synn's soft body still wrapped around him. He kisses her softly, revelling in the feeling of awaking with her. He knows that it's late and he should wake the sleeping woman, but he wants to spend a little more time like this, alone with her. Gently, he traces patterns across her shoulderlbades with calloused fingers. He curls the other hand into her long tresses, gently taking out the knots. Once he's finished with that, he wraps his arms around her frame gently and goes about waking her. He starts by rolling her over softly. He positions himself above the captain, but not resting the majority of his weight on her. Then, he pays utmost attention to placing kisses across her neck, cheeks and shoulders. If Synn's in any sort of good mood, this will be a good way to wake her.
Leaning up, she presses herself against him in a long line of warmth. Her own tanned flesh a shade of light chocolate melded against his as she presses her rubbied lips to his mouth in a good morning kiss.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 1:37 pm
Orient's lips meet with hers softly and when he pulls away he smiles. "The mornin' awaits lassy." he says, he voice thick with sea farer's tongue. "We 'ave to be gettin' that wench back t'the ship too. Have that eye looked at."
The way he's eyeing her though, indicates that he's not overly willing to leave the room just yet, evne though he knows that Siryn must be awake by now, and waiting for them down in the tavern.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 4:05 pm
Back into the fire. Reinhart's travels had lead him to many many places on Gaia, even on different planes and realms. Now as he stepped into the town of V'enir nothing much had changed, he was lead here like all the other places he'd been. The town reminded him much of a merchant town, set between point A and point B, the place where most stopped to restock, trade, all that stuff.
Reinhart was walking down a busy, crowded street his hands tucked in his jacket pockets, his head tilted at a slight upward angle. From a resident's point of view he wouldn't look like much of a traveler. The only thing he had with him was the clothes on his back. He needed to find a place to stay, he needed a shower, some food, and some new clothes. One hand came out of his pockets with a cigarette in hand, he put it to his mouth then rerached back to get his lighter.
"Better find an Inn..."
Smoke came from his mouth as he spoke, his head still tilted at a slight upward angle as he kept on walking.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:57 pm
He was leaning back. that brew was much stronger than he thought. Smiling and kicking back his mask covering his face his golden eyes at half mast.
He relaxed, chair on 2 back legs groaning gently against the wooden floor. He listened to the music in the background by the odd little band standing on a slightly raised stand.
it was quick and fast music but it didn't catch him like music used to. It was just an entertaining idea for now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:22 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 7:48 pm
Siryn hopes that soon the two pirates would come down to the main part of the Inn. It seems to be filling up rather quickly for a morning and she feels terribly uncomfortable. She needs to get out of the mess of people around her. Their laughter and joy is boxing her in. She needs out, she needs out, she needs out!
The pirate stands abruptly, getting some glances her way and walks out the front door. She moves off the the side of the door and sags against it. She needs to get back on a ship, she needs the clear air of the ocean and the salt water sticking to her skin. If she can't get there soon, she's afraid she might fall apart.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 10:39 am
on the floor, bloody, nose probably broken, but how did he get here?
It was all because of the alchohol....again.
only minutes before......
He leaned back and as an exceptionally pretty hostess walked by he groped her, just a random grabbing of her a** brought on by drunkenness, but before his hand was off her a** and before she screamed the security only feet away had planted a meaty fist in his face.
Drunk, in pain, bleeding, he simply lay there laughing in a drunken stupor as they dragged him up to his rooms and locked him in.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 1:00 pm
The Sun of Orient Orient's lips meet with hers softly and when he pulls away he smiles. "The mornin' awaits lassy." he says, he voice thick with sea farer's tongue. "We 'ave to be gettin' that wench back t'the ship too. Have that eye looked at." The way he's eyeing her though, indicates that he's not overly willing to leave the room just yet, evne though he knows that Siryn must be awake by now, and waiting for them down in the tavern.
She would gladly stay there in his arms all morning, but She's eager to put out to sea & there is truth in Orient's words. Siryn's eye needs examining, even if it's unlikely any harm would be done in extending their visit inland.
In the end, the Piratess looks up to see Orient looking at her, his eyes tender. Something in the woman's stomach clenches uneasily... And she pushes up off the bed. She starts drerssing herself abrubtly, unable to meet his eyes. With a husky undertone she stares out the window...*
"Round up the crew. We're returning to the Synner. I want to leave within the hour so that we're there by dusk..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:08 pm
Drunk, was not a good way to go to bed, He concluded as he stared at the flickering lamp, his head throbbing in beat with the fickle burning flame.
The morning after head was going to kill him. As he walked down into the commons the two brutish gaurds eyed him but he nodded at them and sat down, making a simple request of water. Nothing but water for now.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 10:57 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 12:35 pm
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