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 Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:46 pm
A Far off Memory, away from our grip.
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens."
Another story about those who search and what they find along the way.
Private RP between Renown and Donatello Bianchi's characters.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 9:16 pm
Characters  - Freya ------------------------ Eloi ---
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 10:04 pm
Freya walked down the cold shabby streets of the town she had been staying in for several weeks. This is how she began every night, and concluded every morning. This was both her patrol, and her route to work. She would scent, and search for the wolves, she hoped would come one day, and also go to the bar.
It was easy work, all that was required was that she wore a revealing outfit, a short white frilled skirt, and a black shirt of her choosing. The only problem for most, was they were on their feet a lot, and dealing with roudy drunks. Freya had no trouble with either, so it was a nearly perfect job for her. The worst part of the job was the horrid smells that the people, and their poison like drinks immeted. She entered the bar with a sigh. No wolves this time...or any other.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:00 am
Mood Song: Beatles - Come Together
Chilling houses, dirty streets, an embarrassed gentleman being assaulted by a clinging woman with little clothes selling her goods. Ah, the scents of the city, he shouldn't enjoy it so much.
Eloi came strolling with his hands warm on the pockets, looking at everything and everyone then suddenly engaging his own thoughts at deep escape from the solid world.
While passing by it his attention focused on the old, deteriorated building, just another brick on the wall that one can miss even if living here for years, a completely useless place, but that caught Eloi's attention. He entered the bar examining the place than sat by the counter. A deep sniff of the air around filled him with what dwelled there, though something bashed him with surprise, what was that familiar scent... couldn't be.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 7:00 pm
Freya dropped off a few cold beers, and a Gin and Tonic at one table, then saw the new customer sit in her section. With a sigh, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and walked to him. She stopped half way through her approach.
With wide eyes and an open mouth she gawked at him. "Wolf." She mouthed, and her lips formed a hard line, then blossomed into a smile. "Uh-Hi! How may I take your order?" She shook herself. She KNEW they would come one day!
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 7:38 am
Looking deep inside her eyes Eloi saw the clear difference, aside from the very unique scent of a wolf. From her excitement he could gather the idea that she didn't met many wolves for a long time.
He smiled as if he had met an old friend and and answered "Do you guys have Potter's here? I'm dying for a good vodka." he leaned back a little, crossed legs and 'wooshed' his hair a couple of times, trying to undo what the wind outside did "If you don't any would do."
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 2:53 pm
Freya cocked her head. A wolf that liked vodka. That wasn't something she'd have expected. It didn't matter, she told herself, she had to stop nit picking. "Yeah," She said in a bubbly voice. "One Potter's comming right up!"
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