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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 5:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 5:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 5:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 5:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 6:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 6:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 6:13 pm
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Tsukiakari Masurao Cursed Ronin The lights dim and Cursed Ronin enters the room.His very presence chilling the air within the bar.His dark gaze pierced into the hearts of all that looked upon him.He walked towards his dark corner and sat silently thinking to himself. Tsukiakari Masurao walks up to Cursed Ronin, appearing as brave as can be. "Erm...hi." Hi...
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 6:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 6:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 6:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 6:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 6:58 pm
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[ Paradox ] Aww... somewhat literate roleplayers... I wanna try.. Walking into the bar casually, he looked around at the others. A rubefacient glare was about his emerald oculars, giving them somewhat of a brilliant coloration. There was an unnatural, plasid smile detailing his perky lips. Somehow, there was an aura of unwelcomeness hanging around his character. "Hello, everyone," he said calmly to anyone who was in earshot. He really didn't expect an answer, but that didn't stop him from speaking aloud. "An Absinthe would be good." There didn't appear to be a bartender around, but he asked for an Absinthe anyways.
Tsukiakari walks slowly towards him, shifting away from the other stranger that tended to give her chills down her spine, despite the straight face she had worked hard to keep up.
Climbing coolly onto the bar chair next to him, she stares at him intently, waiting for him to stir up a conversation with her in hopes of having at least one conversation by the night's sorrowful end, as well as a person who may serve to help her relieve her of her grief and depression by having a couple of drinks.
Maybe then, she would be able to forget what had happened hours before.
However, when the stranger continued to remain unstirred, she called out to him softly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 7:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 7:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 8:44 pm
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