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 Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 11:37 am
Dreary gray wallpaper lines the walls of this room. What should be closets or extra living spaces are so crammed full of supplies and trade goods that there is seemingly no rhyme or reason to the set up, although the Merchant has no problems figuring out where everything is. On the wall of the one actually used bedroom is a large family crest with a family tree with all but one name crossed off; Beside that name are two others, crossed out in red compared to the black of the others. In the living section is a futon with a cover over it and an obviously handmade coffee table. The bathroom is essentially a walk in shower, the sink occupying the small space that isn't taken up by the toilet. The kitchenette is lined with numerous kinds of strange and desirable edibles, along with a cabinet reserved exclusively for alcohol and a few flasks.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 4:15 pm
Entering his room and locking it behind him, Marcus stretched, lazily taking his things and tossing them on the futon before going down the floor. Laying on his back, he placed his hands beside his head and rolled his legs up until he was doing a low headstand, then slowly raising his body up, watching his balance carefully as he lowered himself slowly before pushing himself back up.
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