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 Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 8:00 pm
Li heard the boy's question, and began walking over to the desk. Suddenly a loud slamming sound came from behind him.
"Um...what was that?" she asked.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 4:44 am
craaaaaaaaaaap! "i... uh... the wind...?" hex said unsure if she was going to beleave him, he left no room for a reply and quickly added "so you said you wanted soul wood, huh?" he mummbled turning around and picking up several chops of soul wood and placing them on the counter.
"anything else ma'am?" he asked politely.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 1:45 pm
It's still daytime out, but Don still couldn't find himself falling asleep.
Dusk is in a few hours and he would soon be going off to work anyway. He worked at the Bronze II. It's still called the Bronze, but that's the official name. Don found that this name drew a lot of stressed out college kids who were just looking to get drunk and relax.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:30 pm
{{lol, i didnt even say i wanted soul wood yet.xD.lol, but its okay.lol}}
"Um, yeah....thanks" she said.
Wow...and i thought vampires were wierd..., she thought to herself.
She quietly paid her dues, and left the store.
Not long before the leeches start poppin out the ground, she thinks.
She burst into a sprint, in a hurry to get into the deserted graveyard. She would need the last little bit of sunlight to sharpen at least one souldwood block, with her knife.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 12:35 pm
((sorri i aint been on for a while twas ma dads birthday last week))
hex wiped the little bit of sweat off of his brow and sighed "gotta be more careful using the magicks."
he grabbed some paper from under his till and wrote on it
dear ma,
heading for the broze II. dont worry, not gunna come home
drunk! call me when you want me home,
Hex xxx
he left the note on the till and grabbed his wallet and keys from the table next to the cellar door and ran out of the shop, locked up and walked in the dim twilight to the bronze.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 6:35 am
[[happy belated birthday]]
It was dusk now, and Donovan was able to walk out of his apartment into the world without fear of being toasted.
He walked out of his apartment and down a few streets to the Bronze II. When he arrieved, he noticed there was already a huge line waiting to get inside.
Don walked passed all of the people to the front of the line. The crowed booed at the guards who let him in before everyone else.
"He works here!" the guard yelled back. Don laughed and walked inside.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 5:58 am
hex saw a large line surrounding the bronze II and sighed. he walked around to the back alley and saw a deadlock on the steel door, "unlock" he whispered, the lock dragged open alowing him access to the back door.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 2:10 am
gaia name:HephaestusOS name: Amelia Renee Gordon nickname: Amy race: Human age: 17 rank:...slayer? appearance:  height:5'7" gender: female sexuality: straight job: student at sunnydale high bio: Amy was born in New York City, under the protection of and evil sect of demon worshipers. Her mother was fed to the demon right after she was born. ew. Amy was raised on the streets of new york by the demons, not realizing how...evil... they were. at the age of twelve, she witnessed them sacrificing twenty babies at once, and decided it was high time to go someplace else. She found her way to a nearby school, randomly walking into a classroom. Realizing she had no real home, the teacher helped her get into foster care. She and the teacher became good friends. At the age of 15, a demon passed through on its way to the Sunnydale hellmouth, killed the teacher, and ate her for lunch with ranch dressing and a side of fries. double ew. She ditched her family in new york and tracked the demon to sunnydale, where she enrolled at the local high school. She is a slayer, but has no idea what a slayer is. Another odd attribute is that she doesn't have slayer dreams because she doesn't dream... a side affect of the ritual involving her mothers death...
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 2:22 am
Amy woke with a start.
A strange thumping noise was coming from down the street. She got out of bed and opened her window, opening her ears to what was actually the base line of the loud music playing at the Bronze II. She closed her window and checked her clock.
6!?!? was it really THAT late? she'd slept all the way through her first day of school! how was that even possible? She sighed and shrugged it off. She couldn't make it up now.
Amy walked to her dresser and rummaged through it for some clothes.
She threw on a green tank top and some baggy red pants.
She turned to face her mirror and put on her normal regalia: her diamond choker and her blood drop necklace, topped of with the ever-useful cross necklace. A thick bracelet went onto her left wrist, while many shiny ones went onto her right. Last to go on were the rings. One with a cross, the other with a foldable razor. Her last line of defense.
As for her first line of defense, she grabbed a wooden stake from on top of her dresser.
My own kind of Sharpie, she thought as she slipped it into a sheith on her shin.
She slipped on her shoes and headed over to the Bronze II.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 11:07 pm
The line into the Bronze II
wound all the way around the corner.
Amy sighed and looked around and saw a small, dark alley leading behind the Bronze II. Making sure no one saw her, she crept into the alley.
She watched over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being followed and ran into a tall fence.
A large padlock on a chain hung around the gate, recently opened and forgotten to be locked again. Amy pulled it from the fence and started to open the gate when a hand grasped her shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going, missy?" came a low, gravely voice from behind her. She turned to face a tall man with dirty brown hair. Something was wrong with his face. It was lumpy and misshapen.
But Amy knew better. This man wasn't human. He was a vampire.
"I'm doing whatever the hell i want," she replied. He narrowed his eyes and let out a deep growl. Amy smiled and went to work.
A jab to the gut and a flick at his neck made him drop to the ground.
"Wow," said Amy. "Vampires here are crap at fighting!" He sneered and attemted to get back up.
Amy clenched her fists together and brought them down on his back, bringing her knee up under his gut. He fell to the ground once more and rolled. She lifted the hem of her pants and pulled the cross/stake from its sheath. The vampire tried one last time to get up, only to meet Amy's hand to his face, breaking his nose. He clenched his face and staggered back.
Amy took her chance and thrust the stake into his heart. He exploded in a cloud of ash. Amy bent down and placed the cross/stake in its sheath again.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 11:48 am
HephaestusOS gaia name:HephaestusOS name: Amelia Renee Gordon nickname: Amy race: Human age: 17 rank:...slayer? appearance: height:5'7" gender: female sexuality: straight job: student at sunnydale high bio: Amy was born in New York City, under the protection of and evil sect of demon worshipers. Her mother was fed to the demon right after she was born. ew. Amy was raised on the streets of new york by the demons, not realizing how...evil... they were. at the age of twelve, she witnessed them sacrificing twenty babies at once, and decided it was high time to go someplace else. She found her way to a nearby school, randomly walking into a classroom. Realizing she had no real home, the teacher helped her get into foster care. She and the teacher became good friends. At the age of 15, a demon passed through on its way to the Sunnydale hellmouth, killed the teacher, and ate her for lunch with ranch dressing and a side of fries. double ew. She ditched her family in new york and tracked the demon to sunnydale, where she enrolled at the local high school. She is a slayer, but has no idea what a slayer is. Another odd attribute is that she doesn't have slayer dreams because she doesn't dream... a side affect of the ritual involving her mothers death... ((i'm guessing that no one plays here anymore...just in case someone does...)) Amelia spun arond and hurled her stake, lodging it in a young boy's chest. "sorry," she muttered, not really meaning it. She reached into the dumpster and pulled out a maching gun, then proceeded to kill everyone in the line. "NO ONE MAY SURVIVE!" she screamed. The bullets flew everywhere, into the doorman, into some vampires, even into a lot of innocent civilians. Everybody outside the Bronze II died that night, except Amelia. ((if anyone's actually playing this, i'll delete that post, but if they aren't i'll leave it up there. i just wanted to have a little fun!)) ((couple of things: 1] hahahahahanhahahhahahahahahahaha! the profile is f***ing ace! as is that psyco-b***h comment! hahahahahhahahaahaha! 2] hi! and i aint been on in ages coz of personal reasons, but i'm back! blaugh blaugh
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 1:51 pm
((yeah, i deleted those two posts, so now i'm just standing over the pile of dust outside the Bronze. nobody's dead, and i didn't go all psycho...great to have you back!))
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 1:51 pm
((great to be back thankies ^.^!))
Hex menuvered through the crowd, until he got to the bar. when he got there he pulled up a stool and sat down ordering a pinna colada.
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