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Post by Mr Gloom N' Doom on Aug 20, 2005 23:31:29 GMT -5
A tall figure walks into the local bar. He had a muscular build. He also had on a black kevlar vast on, black and whits camo pant, black army boots, and a black skull cap. He had three katanas at his side. One white, onw black, and one gray. This man also had a lond, blue devils tail, with an arrow tip to boot. He sat down at the bar "Beer", he murmerd to the bar tender. That Bar tender poped open a bottel of beer, the foam splashed over the counter. He handed the man the beer, for some reason, this man had a distinked feeling he was being watched. He took a sib of his beer and set it on a coster in front of him, as he grasped one of his katanas.
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Post by trippingsix on Aug 20, 2005 23:37:02 GMT -5
Amara glanced over at the stanger. It was clear that he was traveler and he was horribly out of place. A funky stench rolled away from him as she sipped down her cocktail. She glared at the bartender and he nudged another cocktail towards her. "I've been sitting here all night..." Amara thought to herself as she took another sip. "I hate this place. It full of wanna-bes and out of place travelers." She shook her head, after all she was one of this out of place travelers who happened to stop off at this bar every now and then.
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Post by Mr Gloom N' Doom on Aug 20, 2005 23:41:49 GMT -5
"Its just a place for us traveler to soke our head in the ol' watering whole" The man was now looking over at Amara. "Hi, my name is Maxx, are you a local? I didnt see any villages on the way to this place." Maxx scooted a seat over next to Amara. He slowly put his hand out for a hellow hand shake. He had tattoos winding down his arms, from his shoulders to his wrists.
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Post by trippingsix on Aug 20, 2005 23:47:14 GMT -5
She didn't shake the man's hand, she didn't want to. So she simply let it dangle in the air like a worm on a fish hook. "Amara." She whispered in a low almost growling voice. Couldn't the stranger see that she was also out of place among these ruffins? "A local traveler." She took another sip and decide that this stranger was too friendly. Amara jolted her head around, looking at the three new people who entered the bar. "Pfft.. goth wanna-bes." She thought.
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Post by Mr Gloom N' Doom on Aug 20, 2005 23:51:39 GMT -5
"Sooo, you caome from a place where you dont shake hands? Thats cool, so, i take it your not from around here, thats cool too. Sry if i come off to friendly, usualy i just keep to myself. But how could i recict talking to such a butifull stranger" Maxx smiled at Amara. He then though "wow, that was really chesee "
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Post by trippingsix on Aug 20, 2005 23:54:55 GMT -5
"I don't like to touch people. I don't know where your hand has been." She nodded and took another look at three posers. Only one of them was cute, the other two looked like they got hit with the bad end of an ugly stick. Amara sighed and gave a weak smiled towards Maxx. "So, stranger. Where are you from?"
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Post by Mr Gloom N' Doom on Aug 21, 2005 0:03:50 GMT -5
Maxx look at her so for a while, then smiled. He sat back and put his hands behind his head. "I dont know where im from. Iv been on the street since i was little. I started to travel the world when i was 16, as soon as i got some money. So how bout you?"
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Post by trippingsix on Aug 21, 2005 0:10:47 GMT -5
"Olympus. I grew up on the streets, they taught me well." Amara finshed her last cocktail and sat the empty glass in front of her. "Why am I talking to him?" She questioned her. Amara looked around for the bartender, he was know where in sight. A guy in long black tenchcoat and goofy looking hat was leaning up against the jutebox. Amara let out a small laugh as she remembered a song.
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Post by Mr Gloom N' Doom on Aug 21, 2005 0:14:08 GMT -5
Maxx sat ther, dumn founded. He looked in the direction she was looking. "What is so funny?"
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Post by trippingsix on Aug 21, 2005 0:19:52 GMT -5
Amara turned her attention back to Maxx. "Nothing. Just thought of something. Thats all." She looked around again. "Where'd that waitress go? I want another drink." She lowered her shoulders and sank back against the wall. Another strange looking person pass by the table, he almost looked like Maxx but different some how.
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Post by Mr Gloom N' Doom on Aug 21, 2005 0:23:59 GMT -5
Maxx fround, he had noticed the man out of the corner of his eye. He griped his sword agian. "I didnt think the millitary had jurisdiction out here. Thats why i traveled so far. But to bad, if you've come to take me back, you'll have to fight to get me." He then un shethed a small bit of one of his katanas, he then unshethed another with his tail.
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Post by trippingsix on Aug 21, 2005 0:30:36 GMT -5
"Calm down," said the man in a loud booming voice. "I'm not here to take you back. Just to get a fucking a drink. Is that alright with you, fucknut?" He smiled at Amara, she looked away. "Military? You didn't mention that." She raised her eyebrow and started to panic on the inside. Amara knew that there were wanted posters of her out there, could someone pay the military to find her? She shook the thought off, that was just crazy.
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Post by Mr Gloom N' Doom on Aug 21, 2005 0:36:26 GMT -5
Maxx kept his katanas unshethed. "I belive you here fro a much biger reason than that. So why dont you get that drink and sit down to tel me?" he smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he was ploting something.
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Post by blackrosethorn on Aug 21, 2005 1:00:28 GMT -5
Selene entered the bar with slight hesitation. It'd been ages since she'd interacted with other beings, and vise versa. Before changing her mind, she pulled away the hood of her cloak to reveal a river of raven locks, and stealy emerald eyes. Going to the bar she took a seat, almost ignoring the other two occupants.
Ordering a white wine splitzer, she silently studied the young women. With her red hair, and brown eyes she could be condisered attractive, but nothing was for certain. Seeing the weapons the young man carried, she decided that it was everything she needed to know for the time being.
Her drink arrived and she nursed it generously. Once it had disappeared, she ordered scotch. And thought about what she would do next, if anything.
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Post by Mr Gloom N' Doom on Aug 21, 2005 1:05:21 GMT -5
Maxx looked out of the corner of his eye, to see the new comer just a seat down from him. He couldnt put his finger on it, but she seemed familiar, but he hadnt seen a single person for days. and he had never met anyone like her befor.
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