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 Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 7:25 pm
"A bee sting," she said, voice dripping with skepticism. "Or, if we're gonna be fanciful, I could ask if since your hands are big, does that... correlate? Y'know, down there." Preacher pointed down emphatically. Then, she gave Dawson a slow, thorough up and down. She turned to Brie. "'Lo, I'm Preacher. Have you ever seen a bee sting actually do that?" Preacher was genuinely curious if there existed such a nasty bee and where so she could stay the ******** away. She shifted the sketchbook under one arm and shot a glance back at Dawson. "Does it hurt, thought - like, do you need to go to the hospital, big guy?"
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medigel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 7:39 pm
"Ain' never seen circulation do s**t like that," Dawson argued, still high pitched. (A little comical, given how deep his voice normally went.) "N' no, it don' hurt." And he didn't want it to. Jesus Christ, could it have been a side effect from being around...well...the weird half-animal people and animal-seeing people and s**t? Or from his trip to Rain Rain Go Away What The ******** Is Going On?
Making a flustered noise at the question, he shrugged it off and set his bags of things down, tilting his massive mitts for examination. "What's a doc gonna say about it? Weird a** allergy or somethin' tha' ain' gonna help me none, Preach." And Dawson was paranoid that maybe the CDC would get called in again or something, give him a grand old tour of the white halls as some guinea pig. He sighed. "Gawd damn it...I didn' know this mystery crap was contagious."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 7:53 pm
It's not like Brie could outright say, Well maybe you've been to other ashdown with all its rain and got like a STD from the place because that town seemed like it would have that sort of s**t hanging around.
But that's only cause she went and ended up seeing cut off feet and some deer and just..
No.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
"Aren't you just a charmer." Brie rose a brow at Preacher, "Glad to know you can focus on the downstairs while we figure out the upstairs." She wrinkled her nose and looked at his hands, "Brie." she offered and wondered why she was still here. She didn't want to get involved with anything that had dealt with Ashdown like...
"Nope, just heard about it on the news sometimes." She looked around, "Well, has it happened before?" Brie looked up into the face of the man, "Mystery crap?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 8:01 pm
Marcus had avoided the town completely until he was 100% certain that any news coverage that might have been present was gone, and it was safe to go out and maybe enjoy himself. Or at least try to and try very hard not to break down into a panicked mess over the fact he would have to be around people. Which, for a man who only really socialized when he had to or wanted to show something off, was a touch difficult. Especially since he had no reason to go, and, nothing to show off. As a precaution however, he'd brought his portable EMF reader as well as his records notepad with lightpen. Just in case he had to write in the dark. Which could happen since he was sure that somewhere in this city there were indeed secret tunnels used to smuggle government spies in and out of the city with no one the wise. Except him. Because he kept special microphones outside his house and he was convinced that that weird rumbling they picked up were railcard underground. Or a badger bumping into the stand in an effort getting to his trash bins. One of the two. POINT BEING. Marcus was not the best person mentally speaking as he arrived at the location. Pen being flicked around in his hand while a nervous smile tugged the sides of his mouth and made him acutely aware of the lingering taste of mint lip balm he'd applied. The scream of a woman had Marcus ducking down, eyes wide and pen held firmly in hand as he'd shine a light at whatever it was.He'd just arrived and already madness was in the masses. This was just why Marcus didn't think there was safety in numbers. Much easier to incite chaos.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 8:22 pm
"Well, I try, Brie." This was punctuated with the biggest eye roll she could manage while still keeping her eyes in her sockets. It'd be a neat party trick if she could pop them out, she thought. Dawson seemed three fries sort of a Happy Meal Meltdown because his hands were clearly not normal, but ******** her for trying to keep it light. She shifted. "Why no doctor - you think it's some kinda inexplicable thing? Like I met a catboy at Blackfriars... Do you have a tail, Dawson; did you catch that?" Preacher had never seen an animal with large humans hands (barring Dawson, of course), but she really had no idea what had gone down at Blackfriars, and this was the only weird thing she knew of.
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chiickadee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:27 pm
Chel watched the girl play chase around the table. She had to admit, she was curious about the little adventure unfolding.
"I think he went that way," Chel told the girl with brown hair. The cute girl with brown hair.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:31 pm
"Not very," Aleksy sighed. "My terrorizing abilities are limited by my physical ability, and…" He gestured to his sling'd up arm with his free hand (and its wine glass). "But wine makes it better." He had something sparkly and fruity-smelling. It was supposed to be some sort of berry prosecco deal, but he didn't particularly care for light, sweet wines, so he was sipping it slowly. It was more for the taste of alcohol, anyway. He offered Thorne the glass. "D'you like this sparkly s**t?" Sunny squinted after Lucas. "Doesn't work that way but I'll be by later anyway!" Then it was back to her fleecing of dinguses. Quote: Wanna talk to Sunny? She's here! :3
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:33 pm
The light being shined on Gloom had him screeching something terrible. Whatever he had stolen the second time was snatched up by the woman as it was dropped and he ran off. "Thank you!" she told Marcus, clutching the necklace to her chest. She promptly handed him a card with a promise of a discount if he came by and bought something. The thief, meanwhile, had tore down one of the side paths, heading for an alleyway. The only sign of him was a long tail, flicking rapidly back and forth, under a dumpster. 1StoleYurVamps congrats on your catch! please head here! ERRYBODY ELSE thanks for playing! gloom has been caught! ~
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:45 pm
"What, you haven't expanded your horizons past physical capabilities?" Thorne teased mildly, crossing his arms and wincing a bit at the soreness that pulled at his stomach and abdomen from it. He raised a brow at the mention of wine, coming closer to examine the offered glass. A low laugh escaped his lips. "Am I biting the bullet for you if I drink this?" He asked Aleksy. Thorne had a cruel sweet tooth, even for alcohol, which was probably why he'd shotgunned so many terrible tasting things in his wild youth. He took the offered glass and huffed at the scent. "Where did you even get this? It smells like it could rot teeth."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:47 pm
"For you?" Maeve retorted, her eyes lifting as Leila reappeared. "Oh come on darling, let me make it on the house." She'd reapplied her lipstick after the next line of customers, positively basking in her new cash flow ala a cute and cheeky kiss for the bravest men and women here. Her smile was predatory and pleased, like a cougar sitting pretty on top of a prized piece of prey. "But if you insist, you could pay me back with a drink sometime."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:55 pm
Aleksy looked over his shoulder. "There's a table back there," he said. "Full of s**t three-dollar wine. Since I've escaped my minders…" Aleksy shrugged, winced, and did it again anyway. "It probably can," he agreed. "Think of it this way: You're saving me from having to explain to Finn or Mercer why I'm drinking when I'm supposed to be on painkillers."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:58 pm
Nevada looked up from the table, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear and smiling at the other woman. "He was just to fast for me, Gorgeous." She drawled a bit and let her hand drop, "very exciting little thief. Such a shame it ended to quickly."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 11:14 pm
Thorne raised a brow at Aleksy. "Oh god," he deadpanned, "am I enabling you?" It was a silly quirk and Thorne shrugged, taking a sip of the wine and coughing. Even for him, it was sickly sweet. "I'm glad. But if that's the case, if I get caught you're in charge of explaining to certain terrifying people why I am drinking instead of also being on painkillers." He gestured to his neck and the nasty still healing stitched wound there. He probably looked like a zombie. He kept forgetting that he had it until the pain reminded him when he turned his head too much to one side or the other. With a slight laugh, he swirled the glass in his hands. "How did you escape them in the first place?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 11:33 pm
"Finn is shopping for a gift for his mother," said Aleksy, "And Mercer distracts himself if you bide your time long enough." He didn't bother dignifying the enabling comment with a response, since, yeah that was exactly what Thorne was doing. It was the perfect crime. He reached up to tug Thorne down next to him. "Consider yourself rescued from the kissing booth," he said. "If your friend asks, you're minding me. I'll even pretend to be dizzy and on the good s**t."
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 12:18 am
Chel raised an eyebrow. "You always talk like that t'the first person you meet? Ooh gorgeous, ooh exciting."
(Like Chel was one to talk).
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