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 Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 2:11 pm
((XD Actually, I was talking about Mr. Humbra there, John Bellamy. No worries though I'll make ammends.))
Jazelle laughed heartily. "Aye, ye as well, sir? Keep yer coins, my bet's on this man here" She gestured to the man she bought a pint for, and winked at the man she was currently speaking too. "As to how I know...there's a reason why they call me 'Ash-eye'...well...more th'n three, actually."
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 2:33 pm
((Oh right! sweatdrop Sorry it's in my characters history is all.))
"Thank Christ!"
Says John as he hurridly returns his gold to his pocket.
((I won't be gettin' in the way of you n' him anymore.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 3:24 pm
((No, no, darlin' ya'll interfere all you like! x333 I rose the stakes and it involves you and everone else! D: I just can't believe I guess your characters history like that O.o dang I'm good.))
Jazelle waved her hand with a smile. "May it do ya fine, sir." She turned back to the man she had thrown a knife at. "So, what's yer tale?" She asked again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 9:01 pm
The door swung lightly open and the dressed figure swiped through. She was covered with jewels and most importantly of all, a gown.
"Bonjour!"
She sat down and started to open a bottle of rum.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:36 pm
Dr. Morgan's usual spot in the corner sat empty, or so it seemed. If one was to watch carefully, the air above the chair shimmered slightly every off and on, and a ghostly chuckle could be faintly heard at interesting points in conversation. When the governor entered the room, a clearly audible laugh came from the corner.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 4:47 am
Enub!a ((No, no, darlin' ya'll interfere all you like! x333 I rose the stakes and it involves you and everone else! D: I just can't believe I guess your characters history like that O.o dang I'm good.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 7:16 am
She slammed the bottle on the table and looked around.
"What's so funny, eh?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 7:41 am
"'Could be that yer' as drunk as a slapper on pay day."
Says John to the Governer, sipping a jug of alcohol.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 7:54 am
John Bellamy "'Could be that yer' as drunk as a slapper on pay day."Says John to the Governer, sipping a jug of alcohol. "or it could be that you've got an angry garden gnome chewin on your hat." Goblin says calmly, sucking carefully on a peppermint
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:05 am
"That'd be difficult...I'm not wearin' a hat."
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:33 am
((O.o I've been told I was before D: I dunno, I'm more of an empath.))
"Or perhaps there be a monkey taking up residence in yer boot and dancing on yer toes whilst giggling?" Jazelle smiled in a humoured matter, though she had heard the laughter as well. Though what it was she hadn't the foggiest.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 2:20 pm
"First a man gets pinned to the roof, and then we get a snickering phantom. This place never gets dull, does it? Fortunatley, i am renowned for my ghost hunting ability!"
goblin gets to her feet, and poses.
"I'll need a volunteer from those assembled, if you please."
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 4:51 pm
((And I'm apathetic, what's yer' point? confused ))
"Well any number of these things could come true, be they goblins or monkeys. Though I suggest we speed the likely hood of such things with a round o' drinks. Who's buyin'?"
John suggests, whilst watching Goblin requesting a volunteer. With this in mind John lowers his head, trying to remain unseen.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 5:54 pm
"Gov'ner, that's a great dress! What's the occasion?" Artemis comments.
and hearing the need for a volunteer "I'll do it! What am I doing?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 9:47 pm
"I was born in a whorehouse," he said as he pushed his head back. A chuckkled left his mouth as he continued to stare at the wooden ceiling. "How did you know?"
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