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 Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 10:53 pm
It's a simple room, not very big, though not very small either. Most of the wall room is taken up with books, though none of them seem to be titled. Examination of all of them reveals that half of them are blank and the ones that have something in them are hand written. Some are exceedingly old, dating all the way back to scripts from medieval times. Others are new.
There are other adornments in the room. There are paintings on the wall, as well as paint. A few weapons, ranging in modernity of the same kind as the books, are scattered about the room, though none of them seem to be in working order, and in fact seem to have been intentionally destroyed. A circular rug is all that occupies the center of the room, and there seems to be no bed at all. A few places are clear enough to see the floor. It's a hard oak wood, with a few ebony boards interspersed throughout. The roof has a few holes in it that seem to have been made with a large sword being thrown at it, and a target having been painted there at some point with bullet holes all over it, many of them in the bulls eye.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 7:27 am
Reaper was cleaning his gun calmly. It had been a while since he had started thieving. He didn't do it for a living, he did it so that he'd have something to while away the days. He finished cleaning his gun and picked up one of his books. He looked at his last entry calmly and thoughtfully. He missed the captain, but she was long gone at this point in time. He went over and grabbed one of the many pens that he had on the ground, checking it to make sure that it had ink in it. It didn't. He threw it away, onto the ground, sighing disappointedly as he picked up another pen and checked it. This one wrote, but not well. He threw it away as well, checking another pen to see if it wrote, and then another and another, throwing them away, one aftern another in the pursuit of a working writing utelsil. He found one that wrote very well and sat back down on his mat, writing in the book about the latest happenings for him. It didn't take long for him to write it. Nothing much had happened to him lately. He finished writing his entry and placed the book back on its pile, and then the fire alarm went off. He figured he should go check it to make sure that it wouldn't harm any of his books, but it had already gone off before he reached his door. He decided that he would go up anyway, just to see what else was happening.
Reaper-common area
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