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 Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 7:29 pm
"If it bothers no one than it is fine." He took in from the f** almost spitefully and let the white smoke explode from his lips.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:54 am
Morgan Black laughed. "No one seems to notice, then, its seems." she said.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 5:08 pm
He looked up at her from behind the f** and one could only tell that he was grinning from the slight twinkle in his rosy eyes.
"Then it is fine." He dropped his hand down and rested it upon the table edge were the ashes from the f** fell.
"If one has already fallen into temptation why not enjoy it? Makes perfect sense."
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 10:15 pm
"Aye, it would appear so.... Its the challenge of overcoming the temptation that fascinates me... slightly why Im here, mind you." she said looking at the other fellows drinking alchoholic beverages. "It keeps the inner demons in their place." she said, looking away and chuckling.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 10:47 pm
"One can not keep their demons trapped in for long, they might cause internal damage."
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 6:51 pm
"Aye, but in the mean time it helps." she said, looking through her pockets for something.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:28 pm
Ardrick leans against the bar waiting for another order. The bar is not very busy, so he occupies his mind with the feeling that he is forgetting something. He pulls a dirty, slightly damp piece of cloth from under the bar and wipes the counter. He laughs to himself, thinking, Kind o' counterproductive eh? The door to the bar creaks open slowly. He lifts his head to get a look at the new customer, but sees no one. Grumbling, he walks around the bar and closes the door. As he walks back he hears it creak open again. Turning his head slowly, he once again sees no one. He looks out the door, but sees no one. As he began to close the door he sighed, frustrated. When he turned towards the inside of the bar though, a hard punch in the face hit him. But no one was there. Then he remembered it.
"All right! I'm sorry! I'll go pay my respects to you!"
Stumbling up, he runs toward the graveyard.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 12:02 am
Dr. Morgan's ghost, flosting about in the rafters, looked oddly at the man who had just taken a falling cat as a supernatural punch. He seemed to remember this Ardrick fellow- always been an odd one, he had. He let him leave- there wasn't much harm he could do in the meager graveyard- his own body had been secreted deep into the forest without the town's knowledge.
He floated on about his merry way, his grumbling cat picking itself off the floor and returning to it's lofty perch. It was done with wrestling rats for today, but it was always good to have a high vantage point to see the goings-on of the pub.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 2:17 pm
Ardrick walks, panting, back into the bar slowly.
"I jus' remembered, I don't think the town 'as a graveyard. I think we usually sail people off in boats when they die. I can't remember."
He realizes no one was listening except a very ugly looking woman.
"Errr..."
Slowly he walks back behind the bar and pulls the dirty cloth out again. A cat eyed him curiously from above.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 6:35 pm
John Bellamy "Phh. The Governor certainly likes ta' slag people, but yer' Da'? That's low. How can yer' uncle...or Da'...er...how can 'e have a different Grandmother anyway?"John asks, wondering if 5aMmaP even knows the circumstances of her conception and regretting slightly his loose-toungue.
*kicks feet on chair*
When is mommy coming back?
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 1:29 pm
5aMmaP Sam and mommy didn't have the same mommy.
*kicks feet on chair*
When is mommy coming back?
With this new information John begins to ponder the legitimacy of 5aMmaP's birth. If they are indeed related only on their father's side then they're isn't so much tainted with amorality, rather like cousins marrying.
Upon noticing 5aMmaPs impatience he attempts to explain the situation...
"Well, y'see, yer' mother's off expelling a babe'. This can take a long time, sometimes hours.
And it's unlikeley that she'd be able ta' walk away from such a venture without a little scaring or ... other potential discomforts ...
So what I'm tellin' ya' is that ... yer' mother's busy. As busy as woman ever gets. At the end of it it's likely you'll have a brother or sister a' keep ya' busy; that's somethin' to look forward to, eh?"
John says patting 5aMmaP on the back in, what he hopes to be, a comforting manner.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 6:32 pm
"So, Natas..." Black began as she pulled out another flask, looked at it, then threw it away. "What must one see in this town?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 6:11 pm
"There isn't much left of this town to see, dear. Most of it is only what nature can give you. The Forest." He stopped to take a drag from his f**. "Full of wonder and magic. Deep inside lives a people who worship the valcano. Interesting feature that, smoke always rises from within, it could explode at any moment."
The man gave her a hard look with his rosy eyes and let the ashes from his f** fall upon the table.
"I believe it is the reason why this town has randomly set on fire, burning almost everything every time. When Wicket found the island it had been abandoned because of the fires, I suppose. There's the bon fire, that thing never burns out and it sits just on a cliff looking out at the whole island. Very nice at night."
He looked around him at the dull faces.
"Anything that involves people seems to fail. The pub is the most active of all places. But don't get me wrong, dear, a lot happens."
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 7:25 pm
"Hmm..... you make this Island sound humdrum almost...." she said.
"What kind of things happen?" she asked, leaning in to make sure she heard...
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 10:36 pm
"The island doctor had passed away, and his soul still haunts these parts. He refuses to go to hell." The man pressed the f** so hard between his lips that he almost bit it into two.
"Then you have all these colorful characters running about however most of the time they're too busy getting drunk to do anything important." He rolled his eyes and released a cloud of smoke through his teeth.
"My favorite is the governor." A smile grin played about his mouth.
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