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Issildia Nevar
Crew

Dapper Genius

PostPosted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 1:12 pm


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The lounge is one of the household members' favorite of places to spend their time. It holds a rather dark and aged atmosphere, but this only seems to add to its rather comforting atmosphere. It is a place of reprieve from the trials of everyday life.


PostPosted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 6:18 pm


Archer looked around. There wasn't any windows in this room surprisingly, but he grabbed a cigar from the open box, and sniffed it. Cuban, and very nice. He pocketed it, and exited.

Marksman in the Chaos


Sir Fig of Newton
Crew

PostPosted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 10:47 pm


Turning the handle cautiously, Fig opened the door slowly peering inside as the view came to him. It was empty. He walked in slowly, closing the door after him. He took a seat on one of the leather sofas, gazing about the new and unfamiliar room, as his hand reached inside of his cloak, fumbling slightly for a small box of cigarettes and a matchbook. He withdrew a cigarette from its package, placing it between his lips, placing the small package upon the coffee table, as he pulled a match from the small book, and struck it against the back. The small match tip came to life with a small flame, as Fig lifted it to the cigarette placed loosely between his lips, inhaling as he lit the tip. He fanned the match out, with several quick movements of his wrist and discarded it into an ashtrey upon the coffee table. Fig gazed about curiously once more, as he sat back against the sofa, as he experienced the small high that the processed tobacco supposably caused.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:19 pm


Archer, smelling the smoke as he walked by, peeked in cautiously, and seeing his friend laughed, and opened the door widely. "Fig! Old Friend!"

Marksman in the Chaos


Sir Fig of Newton
Crew

PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:57 pm


Fig quirked a brow in surprise as he heard his name and a familiar voice. He smiled as his gaze fell upon Archer, " Ah, hello Archer. You startled me there for a second." He chuckled softly as he leaned forward clicking his ashes into the tray set upon the small table, next to his matchbook and cigarette package, before him.

Leaning back he placed the cigarette between his lips loosely once more as he inhaled the smoke of the cancerous tobcacco once more. "So Archer, How are you doin? I haven't seen you in quite a while." He said, his tone calm and collective, yet with an added rasp to it becasue of his smoking habit. He exhaled the smoke softly, partly from both mouth and nostrils.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:01 pm


"Actually, good until tonight. I got promoted in the Chaos Order quickly, which was delightful but surprising." He remembered the cigar, and pulled it out. He cut the tip with a cigar cutter on the desk. 'how convenient' he thought. He put it in his mouth. "And how are you Fig?" He grabbed a match, and lit his Cigar.

Marksman in the Chaos


Sir Fig of Newton
Crew

PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:15 pm


He smiled slightly at his friends good news, " Ah, congratulations."He took another puff of the frail cigarette before replying, "I'm quite fine." he noddded to himself with his reply. He pondered softly, " Is there something wrong; You didnt seem very happy about you're promotion?" He cquirked a brow curiously, his gaze falling upon Archer once more after flicking his ashes into the ash tray.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:02 pm


Archer puffed his cigar, and waved out the match, and exhaled slowly. He put the match in the ashtray, and knocked off a little bit of ash. "Well, someone has been killed." He said darkly.

Marksman in the Chaos


Sir Fig of Newton
Crew

PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:10 pm


Fig paused in shock, his cigarette held only centimeters from his lips. He pondered about it as the silence set in momentarily before he averted his gaze elsewhere," Like, do you mean.. murdered or? When did it happen?" His voice had become a much lower, curious tone. He set the cigarette into the ash tray extinguishing the little tobacco that remained.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:13 pm


"Actual murder. He was stabbed in the gut I think. I didn't myself see anything but a knife, and a corpse that I checked for dead." He shook his head, looking down. He puffed at the cigar, exhaling slowly.

Marksman in the Chaos


Sir Fig of Newton
Crew

PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:19 pm


He quirked abrow at the words as they were spoken, " Do you mean, this happened earlier in the mansion?" He gazed upon Archer curiously, the entire subject driving him to withdraw another cigarette and match from their homes, as he lit up and began inhling the toxic fumes once more. He paused after several puffs, exhaling a large cloud of smoke, "... Do you have any suspects to who may have done it." He said behind shifty eyes. The subject was causing him to become paranoid, which did not mix well with the alcohol that had previously entered his system.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:23 pm


"Well honestly, I have no clue. Someone threatened to kill him earlier." He sighed. "And someone suspected it was me, and tried to kill me." He shook his head, the slow-burning cigar being puffed away. He deposited ashes into the ashtray

Marksman in the Chaos


Sir Fig of Newton
Crew

PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:34 pm


"..Why would they suspect you?" Fig pondered Archer's words, studying his expression. This bit did not help his paranoia. He inhaled deeply as he laced the cigarette between his lips then sighed softly. The subkect was giving him a headache. he reached slowly into his pocket and pulled from it a small labelless bottle. His hands were shaking softly, casuing him tofumble witht he childproof lid. Finally he opened it and dropped two pills from it into his hand and quickly tossed them into his mouth, as he placed the bottle back into his pocket, somewhat secretively. He puffed at the cigarette once more and sat back in his seat awaiting the effects of the pills, taking no note of the lingering silence.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:45 pm


Zeo smelled smoke, and heard a familiar voice but kept himself. His eyes scanned closely to see if anything would give away where the voice came from without being seen.

Zeo-ShadowDemon


Marksman in the Chaos

PostPosted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:45 pm


"Well only one person thinks I am the murderer, and she tried to kill me, but that is through. I was with Bristi when we heard the guy die, and then I got blood on my hand from a knife I held, and all the handkerchiefs I brought with me had weird looking dry blood on it." He made a big puff of cigar smoke. "I honestly don't know who did, it, orhow my handkerchiefs got bloodied."
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