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 Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 8:03 pm
1. Table of contents
2. You are HERE
3. Staff
4. Pictures.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 8:13 pm
1. Table of contents
2. You are HERE
3. Staff
4. Pictures.
Introduction:
In the streets of New York City, you can find many bars and inns where different people lurk around, but one stands out among the rest. An old brick building holding just one neon sign that reads 'Nine Crimes' stands alone on one corner. There are many rumors about the people who go inside, but even more common than that, the people who don't come out. Many know these rumors and stay clear, and even though the police have searched it many times, they find no traces of anything. There are a few regulars who come and go often; one happens to be the owner, Saphira. She takes great pride in her bar and is very picky about the people who enter it. She sends people away often, such as the scum bags who no one wants. This is the story of the bar people fear.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 8:20 pm
1. Table of contents
2. You are HERE
3. Staff
4. Pictures
The people who you should know not to mess with:
Owner: Saphira Jade (Decembers Rose)
Co-owners: None yet ((Must be special request))
Bartenders: Positions available under request
Customer services: Positions available under request
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 8:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 8:57 pm
A young and apearingly innocent girl walks in, her head held high. One could already tell she was older then she appeared. Her strawberry blond hair streamed down her face like light between trees in a dense forest. Her ocean blue eyes scan the place looking for potential threats before moving father through the door. Her large boots make loud "clonking" noises upon the ground, echoing a little.
She wears little, but enough to hold any kind of weapon needed for protection. The girl walks over to the lights and flicks them on, which didn't make much light; for the people who entered usually liked it better that way. She then moves to another set of lights where she only flicks on one, and the neon red sign illuminates the streets. She then walks behind the bar; the small black skirt which reveals most of her thigh, swayed with every step. She leans with her head on her fisted hands, her elbows resting on the bar and her dark purple tank top with a black fishnet shirt over it reveals some cleavage
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:25 pm
Suicide appeared in the bar, directly in front of the young lady. He had not even bothered with the door, just flickered onto the scene like the glow from a light bulb.
"Hello, my friend. How are you on this beautiful summer night?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:38 pm
Saphira looks up at the man, and a small smile appears upon her pale face, her fangs exposed a little. "My dear old friend, not visiting me at work i hope, that would be unproffesional." Her voice carries a teasing tone to it and she stands up straight, her blue eyes flashing to a red color for a mear moment as the light catches it the right way. She streaches a little, holding her hands far above her head and leaning back words. "Is it breakfast time yet?" She asks unpationtly, yawning a little. The sun outside is down, and yet it appears she had only woken up moments before. Things were not as normal here as they seemed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:47 pm
"No, this would be unprofessional" Suicide said as he sat atop the bar.
"I figured, after what my brothers did, I should come try to make some amends with such a long-time friend"
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:53 pm
Saphira looks at him with a raised eyebrow and shook her head. She really didn't mind but loved toying with someone she loved as a brother "Just don't fart okay?" she walked over to where the glasses were kept and poured two glasses of blood served in martini glasses and set one next to Suicide. She ignores the other part to his comment, disregarding it completely and takes a sip of the sweet extocy before her. For a few moments thats all she does, stading there quietly thinking to herself.
((I need to go, job tomorrow yay?))
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:55 pm
Quickly draining the glass of blood, and sending a sly smile toward his friend, Suicide spoke up
"Well, I'm sorry I have to cut this visit so short, my dear friend. But I must be leaving."
He stood up, hugged his friend goodbye, and disappeared, leaving nothing behind but a dark orange mist.
A whisper hung in the air as the smoke dissipated
"Goodbye"
(Yeah, get to bed hon, I'm leaving too)
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 4:05 pm
(walks in to bar sits down and looks around) wow nice place (lights a ciggarte) so is anyone around?
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 4:31 pm
Saphira nods away her friends goodbye and then zones in to the other man. "Only me." she said in a thick english accent that was only brought about when she had just drinken blood. She places a glass ash tray infront of him and then moves back away. "Is there anything i can help you with?" She asks, her back turned away from him as she scrubs the back where the booze is kept.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 6:38 pm
(glides over the bar gets on one knee and kisses the young lady's hand) yes id like to now who you are? And if i could get a drink?
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 9:28 pm
((Morty had been sitting next to Andrew not noticed. He turned around and eyed the young lady.))
I don't think so mate! allow me to introduce myself
((Morty took the young lady's hand and smiled at her gracefully.))
My heart, forever wrapped by the listless winter freeze burns with a fire greater then any passion as I gaze upon you. What, may I ask is your name?
Morty stared into the young lady's eyes with a graceful glance of a celestial smile.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 6:12 am
'New York eh?' The man thought to himself as he walked down the grungy, filth ridden street of the big apple. He had traveled all over the world; upon a spontaneous and rather rash decision he decided 'hey lets go to New York.' Upon entering the city he had quickly heard rumors of sorts buzzing around from one mouth to another. One had grasped his attention more so. Stood out vividly in detail.
The man appearing in his mid twenties now stood in front of the infamous bar tittled as Nine Crimes. His platinum blond hair hung about his face. Deciding that his attire was correct, modifying it till it seemed he would 'blend in with the crowed.' He wrapped the leather duster around himself before entering with one fail swoop.
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