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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 1:29 pm
Located not very far from the river and in view of the waters is a three story building. It's outside it made of brick and mortar with uniformed plaster over it. A mosaic of small tiles decorates the outside in a strange design that seems to have no conection to the area around it.
Upon entering there is a large foyer with a desk and many shelves behind it. To the right is a stair case that goes both up and down. Between the two is a hall that goes to a section of offices on the right, that's where most dealings are taken care of.
Going down stairs one would find themselves in a vault where all the records are kept while copies are used upstairs.
On the second floor is a collection of guest rooms for anyone that has a little too much to drink and needs to spend the night. The kitchen and cooler are located in the basement with the vault and a system of pulleys delievers the food to each floor.
The third and final floor is where Quin himself stays. It is his home and office. Most work is done in the library which takes up a considerable portion of the floor. The ceiling for the room is a glass dome, the entire room is built to look like his old one.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 1:40 pm
It didn't look like much, but it seems they had followed what he said to the letter. It was odd in that it was a rectangle, nor any other common geometric shape that one would find. It had seven sides and was done up in contrasting blues and golds. Hardwood panelling inside was carved with monsters that defied all reason.
Upon entering Quin was greeted by his staff that was on hand at the moment. Waving them away he moved up stairs. It would be good to relax and page through his books once more. There was a need to see what they contained, there should be something that could help him get a head.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 1:55 pm
Fay was sitting on a nearby chair, waiting for him to notice her. She had a hard look in her eyes, what Wedsday would have called a "dirty look" and it was aimed right for Quin.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 2:01 pm
So that was the scene that would greet him as he finished climbing the steps. This individual was shaping up to be very interesting indeed. And with the look on her face Quin knew something was going down.
Giving a smile he bowed towards her. "Welcome to my home Fay. I hope you're comfortable."
Taking a seat of his own across from her he steepled his fingers, their tips tapping.
"That was an impressive hit."
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 2:06 pm
Knocking the chair out frm under him, she took both his wrists in one hand (easy, he already had the fingers laced together) and yanked him against the wall. Furious with him, she began to tug at his clothing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 2:12 pm
Damn, that was quick. He hadn't even seen her move from her spot. First he was falling and then he was shoved against a wall. A mixture of surprise and glee entered into his eyes as she pulled at his clothes.
Chuckling with laughter at the situation he twisted his wrists and was able to get a hand free. ((Now if only I knew the style of clothes Fay was wearing.)) And began tearing at any open seam of her clothes.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 2:20 pm
(( This is her traditional Faye general gear, so I assume this with pants.  )) But she was still pushing him hard against the wall. Her lips bit down his neck. The bell came off his braid and his hair was freed, she worked quickly on the rest of his clothes, tearing them some as she went.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 2:24 pm
Mirth, mirth is what Quin felt as his clothes were torn away. A shiver of his spine wracked his body when she bit down on his neck. His one free hand was pulling her limited clothes off tell she was in a partial state of artistic nudity; but with one hand he couldn't hope for much chance with the pants.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 2:56 pm
Women are screwy, very odd creatures in and of themselves. The Faye women, even more so. Picking up his clothes after her vanishing act he tossed them all into a pile and dressed himself in a nice robe.
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