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 Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 11:37 pm
*Yawning again, she takes off her clothes and gets into bed beside Officer Dougherty. She slides over to him, puts her arm around his chest and lays her head on his shoulder. She closes her eyes and softly speaks to him. Goodnight, William. I love… *She instantly falls asleep.*
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 11:48 pm
*He sighs with relief, feeling the comfort of her body laying next to his. He then wraps his arm snugly around her and speaks quietly with a gentle voice* I love you too, Trina. *He closes his eyes and it's not long before he also falls asleep.*
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 1:16 am
*after a couple of snifters of brandy and glaring intently at the table, he finally goes downstairs, not appearing any more calm than when katana left him. Making it to her quarters, he starts to pull out the key she handed him, but then furrows his brow.*
... fa'la zatoast stressed crying
*stomps off to his own quarters, practically flinging the door open after he unlocks it. He takes a trash bag from the kitchen and goes about the place, rummaging through Tes' things and leaving items strewn about as he stuffs the elf's belongings into the bag, some of which includes things that he had brought with him from Norrath, such as weapons and armor. He then goes into the bedroom and starts clearing some of Tes' things from there, but sees the "santa" picture on his wall and stops.
When the picture was taken during the drinking competition, he was only vaguely aware of what was going on since he had already consumed quite a bit. But that picture he had cherished greatly. At the time, it seemed that would be the closest he would get to Tes in this world. He never thought they would actually become intimately involved, especially not out of a genuine desire from Tes for them to be together. Glancing over at the bed, he thinks about how it was just the other night that they had been sharing that bed together. He had not realized it would feel so empty without him after only a day of absence.
Sighing, he looks in the bag and frowns*
L'orlingg orn satiir ji inthuul...
*begins to tear up a bit and sag his shoulders. After a moment, though, he shakes his head and clenches the bag, haphazardly stuffing bundles of Tes' clothes in there before closing it up and hauling it to the back door. Once outside, he goes to the dumpster behind MW and tosses the bag of Tes' things into the trash*
Good riddance! mad cry
*sniffs and starts back to his quarters, pausing by a trash bag he had thrown out some time last night that didn't quite make it into the dumpster that seems to have been ripped open somehow. He scoffs, carefully picks up the ripped bag, and tosses it into the dumpster, making sure it goes in this time.
When he makes it back to his quarters, he washes his hands then grabs some bed clothes before heading for katana's quarters, using the key she gave him to let himself in. He enters quietly, though he knows the place is likely large enough that she would not hear him come in unless he was particularly noisy about it. He follows the light to find the room she had offered to him, closing the door and turning off the lamp once he got there.
He slips off his shoes and sits there on the edge of the bed for a while, staring at the floor and frowning.*
Zhah nindol llaar whol l'alurl? cry
*sighing once more, he slowly slips out of his garments and into his bed clothes to make himself more comfortable, then crawls into bed. Already he is missing his own... or perhaps it is just Tes that he is missing...*
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 4:34 am
(( stare If Ryzan ends up hating me, I will kill you, Tes. stressed xp ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 6:29 am
*wakes up and stretches then slowing makes her assent up the stairs through security to the bar. She make a cappuccino to help her wake up*
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:10 am
*having rested a bit, he changes out of his bed clothes and into the things he was wearing last night. He decides to head to his quarters for a moment to freshen up a bit before going upstairs, having not thought to bring bathroom essentials with him. After making up the bed, he begins to walk out of the guest bedroom. As soon as he gets to the doorway, a large picture in the livingroom catches his eye. At first he thinks to pay it no mind, but for some reason, it just seemed really familiar.
He gets closer to get a better view. It is a photograph of an elderly woman. While he is certain he has not seen this woman before, she still seems familiar somehow, but he cannot quite place from where he is drawing this familiarity. He glances over at some of the other pictures lined on the shelf underneath the larger portrait on the wall. Most are pictures of katana with various people, some unfamiliar, some being the MW Ladies. There are also a few of her with the woman from the larger portrait.
Continuing to look at the pictures, it is noticeable that some of the images are older than others by the appearance of the people in them. There even seem to be a few of what looks like a teenage katana. He smiles a bit and begins to walk away when suddenly he catches sight of a picture mixed amongst the images of what he believes is a younger katana. In it is a child, quite possibly a very young katana judging by the hair color and eyes and next to her is a younger version of the woman in the portrait. As he looks at it more closely, his eyes grow wide and he snatches the picture off the shelf, accidentally knocking over a few of the other pictures in the process.
He holds the picture with both hands, looking at it thoroughly to make sure he is actually seeing what he is seeing*
It.... it cannot be. This woman is... eek ... gi ussta....
*glances around katana's quarters and over toward her bedroom*
Gi ussta.... I wonder how she is related... *looks back down at the picture in his hands* Surely she cannot be this woman's daughter. That would mean... *shakes his head and puts the picture back on the shelf, setting the other pictures back up and trying to arrange them again the way they originally were.*
Nau... that would be too strange. Such a coincidence is unlikely. Perhaps she just looks similar. sweatdrop
*feeling a bit awkward now, he returns to his quarters to freshen up, then makes his way upstairs to the main bar area, giving Ayami a smile as he walks in*
Bwael kre'tan, jallil heart
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:16 am
 oh good morning!
Can I fix you a coffee?
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:24 am
That would be bronretla if it is not too mzilt trouble.
*takes a seat at the counter, pulling an ashtray closer to him before lighting up a clove*
You are doing well, I hope.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:26 am
I'm alright
Anything in particular that you would like?
I'd be happy to make it for you.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:29 am
*a security guy on patrol out back hears some sounds coming from the area of the dumpster. At first he believes it is the garbage truck, but when he realizes that there are no sounds of a motor or exhaust, he figures he should check it out. Upon arriving on the scene, nothing seems amiss at least on the outside. Not wanting to get chewed out for not being thorough enough, he peers inside the dumpster as well, finding several bags ripped open inside. Finding this odd at first, he thinks maybe there is just some hobo going through their garbage in hopes of finding food and/or booze. Though it doesn't seem like a big deal, he logs it anyway and continues on his patrol*
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:32 am
*thinks a moment, tapping his finger on his chin*
I am not all that familiar with the varieties of coffee drinks in this world, jhal if you are able to prepared something with chocolate and cherry, it would be mzilst appreciated. heart
I am glad to hear you are well.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:39 am
oh i'll be creative then!*makes up a type of of mocha with cherry flavoring* And how are you today?
You look a bit distraught 
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 9:10 am
*sighs* X... Xas...
*taps the ashes off the end of his clove*
katana informed me last isto that the reason I have not seen my dear Quortek these past few tangin is because he kidnapped and ran away with fair dame...
*looks off to the side, eyes turning sad*
He has not contacted me about the situation and I do not think he intends to. It... it makes me believe he wished to be with dame... privately...
*takes a long drag off his clove*
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 9:17 am
eek That can't be true....
didn't they live together for a...*realizes saying that could actually validate not dismiss the claim* You don't really think that?*starts tearing up thinking about the potential betrayal that has occurred* 
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 9:28 am
*winces and frowns, hanging his head. He picks up the drink Lady Ayami had made for him and silently sips it.*
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