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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 7:18 pm
*Sings in a gravelly voice while cooking.*
Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain
with a little drop of poison in the red, red blood
She need a way to turn around the bend
She said I want to walk away and start over again.
There are things I done I can't embrace
I want to look in the mirror, see another face
I said "never" but I'm doing it again
I want to walk away, start over again.
No more rain
No more roses
On my way, slake my thirst in a cool, cool pond.
There's a winner in every place
There's a heart that's beating in every page
The beginning of it starts at the end
When it's time to walk away and start over again.
Weather is murder at a hundred and three
William Ray shot Corabell Lee
A yellow dog knows when he has sinned
You want to walk away and start over again.
No more rain
No more roses
On my way, shaking my thirst in a cool cool pond.
Cooper told Maui the whole block is gone
They're dying for jewelry, money, and clothes
I always get out of the trouble I'm in
I want to walk away, start over again.
I left my bible by the side of the road
Carve my initials in an old dead tree
I'm going away but I'm going to be back when
It's time to walk away and start over again.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 7:40 pm
*Looks out at the Bistro from the kitchen. Sighs.*
Two nights in a row...
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:04 pm
*strolls in*
*lights up a cigarette, heads for the bourbon*
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:25 pm
*strolls in*
*heads for the bourbon*
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:26 pm
*Nods, slides the bottle over*
You're a new scent around here.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:27 pm
Makes sence, first time here.
*pours the bourbon*
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:30 pm
*Walks into the bar*
Hey, Bigby, how ya been? Oh, interesting. Nice to meet you Montoya. Name's Rex, always nice to have more people from Bat's side of the pond.
*Grabs a beer*
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:30 pm
*uses his current cigarette to light a new one*
The gasbag's arrived.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:34 pm
Well, it looks like I've been stood up two nights running. I'd crash out in the Boiler Room, but we've still got the force field and horrible time/space thing going.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:35 pm
That why I'm smelling tar pits behind that door?
*shakes head*
Worse then going through the vaults under Fabletown in here, I swear.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:36 pm
*enters*
Hmmm... so what's that great smell co...
*catches up with the cigarrete odor*
Blegh !, scratch that.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:38 pm
*lights up another one, stamping out the previous one's butt on the counter*
Unfiltered, too.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:38 pm
Bigby Wolf That why I'm smelling tar pits behind that door? *shakes head* Worse then going through the vaults under Fabletown in here, I swear. Yeah. I think all the weirdness in this joint finally caught up with us and poof went the boiler room. Anyways, since my date apparently isn't going to show, I'm calling it a night. *Heads out.*
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