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::she held the basket out to her, she had only been trying to help::
:she grabs a stool and sits by the fire:
::lets both her eyes fall to the counter again.. placing her glass before her::
::He grasps the goblet, sipping some as he notices a recognized presence::
and would mobilize in order to wreak revenge.
to get his own drink
::laughs: fergive me Laelie.. that be a large part of m'trade and sae I tend tae be
protective o'it
What a load of rubbish.
::settling the basket upon her arm:: now then lets be away
::Looks tae Stormy :: Aye ::Points tae Lil ::
:she places her hand in the fire pulling some of the flame out with her hand:
A death is romantic or it is not.
::looking to Stormy::Ntender but while I'm back here do
you want something?
::falls into a light sleep feeling comfortable in her surroundings::
(NO)
And in the latter case, there is no need for revenge;
:she lets the flame dance across her hand:
::she nods:: i want to know if anyone has seen a man named smoke ml
Yes lets.. ::chuckling a bit and she moves toward the door, her hands returning to
it is of the imaginary order.
rest upon her belly once again::
::Slender fingers hooked themselves under the cover of the case, and unhinged it.. rows
::wanders back into the bar, a bit drunk::
::Looks back tae Stormy :: Why do ye ask ?
upon rows of calligraphic pens, a neat stack of paper secured to one side. Lips pursed
::she held the door for her sister, then closed it behind them::
What non-sense to fall backinto the rreality of a contract of revenge and equivalence!
::Smiles while looking for a bottle of wine::Sorry but I have not
in thought as he chose a pen.::....
::she looks to sir:: there's personal reason for this
:Nods: I see
::he retrieves his cloak, the murky rift of flames once again summoned, the figure then
The avengers are worth the moralists:
egress through::
:she claps the flame out and looks to all the patrons:
always evaluate the price
::moves to the bar::
and have the just price paid.
::looks at insnae and instead moves to her::
::she looks around the tavern then back at sir:: maybe you can help me
::tips over a few bottles on accident but finally secures a fine red wine of
got any vodka left??
It matters little that the "reality" of this death
::lifting her glass again.. she sighs, her ears flickering slowly as if thinking::
his liking
( ::Lurks.:: )
:lifts it up showing barely any:
:Looks tae her :: Perhaps I can
(the truth about...)
is stolen from you
::grabs the bottle from her and downs whatever there is left::
since it is not of the order of the real
-he shifted about on the stool, those slits narrowed as they saerched for the liquor
::places the bottle back down::
::she nods:: could find out if anyone in this tavern dose
::absently in her sleep, she brushes a strand hair behind her ear::
::One pen in particular was plucked from the rows of others, and he uncapped it. Case
::lets a relaxing sigh out:: thats the stuff....
you dick
and therein lies its force.
of his choice...as he figured, wasn't much of the good type here in these infernal taverns-
::placing the bottle on the bar top he resumes the search for a corkscrw
::looks at her:: excuse me??
was shifted just enough so the paper was directly in front of him. And the blond began
why the hell did you do that?
You are the one who depreciates it by wanting to institute it as a fact
hmm....cause i gave you the bottle a bit ago
((......::snerk:: Shattered kaos. Poor Kaos! "Moooo!"))
to write - elegant, flowing script, letterforms neatly executed, the scratching of pen upon
as capital with the value of death
paper leaving ebon in its wake.::
Hmmm :His eyes scan thee patrons::
and everywhere else i went, there was no vodka for some reason
and to exhaust it in death
::Humming quietly to himself as he looks about the messy barback
::Pushes through the doors, a hand covering her mouth while she yawns. Deep Forest eyes and
godamn you
::sits in a corner alone::
a slight grin is offered to the crowd::
i needed that vodka more then you]
wherease this death at full price
no..not really
::looks around the bar area:: Is there a Tender?
yes i did
][Normally..that would be funny..but its been said so many times
::watches everyone with a slight smirk playing across her face::
not liquidated in the equivalence of meaning and vengeance
::reaches over the couter and grabs a bottle of scotch::
opens a cycle of vertigo
::uncaps it and looks to insane:: why then??
((I'm the one who started it; I know how long it's been going on. ^_^))
::sharp, steady click click click was heard beyond the door as resonations grew more intense
Ah ha::locating the corkscrew excitedly
::Looks back tae Stormy :: I does nae look like it .
cause that the only shit i really like
and you snatched it from me agian!
in which the system itself can only come to be implicated in the end
or brutally
][Im sure you are..
::takes a swig::
through its own death.
::she sighs::
wow...you should try something else
::makes his way from behind the bar grabbing a glass as he goes
leather embraced curvature approached the door...slight pause of authoritative stride and
:walks to the bar and grabs the whisky:
Against this vertiginous death the system defends itself by setting in place
::she nods to them:: thank you
::to Machiavelli:: Are you tending, sir?
::Sighs as he looks back tae her ::
::she walks out::
::her eyes slide across the room calmly as if searching for something::
abruptly the door swung open, giving little remorse as to whom or what it hit that lay in
an inverse cycle
hmmm.....try anything with alcohol....they do wonders
::Shrugs and downs his scotch ::
::clears her throat, moving to the bar and leans her torso against the counter, folding her
- a recycling of the truth against the insoluble cycle of death.
::he dertly manages to carry the wine , corkscrew , glass
::shrugs and walks behind the bar to prepare herself another glass of wine::
::suddenly wakes with a start, she raises her head quickly embarassed::
arms neatly on top of it::
:opens the cap and gulps it down:
its wake...wicked grin slightly curved upon petals of vermillion as steel heels resumed
::moves to a table in the far corner and lays down on it::
and bag wiyhout so much as a stumble
Such is the inspired manoeuvre of the German government
::throws a few more coins in the till::
their commanding beat upon the floor boards...animal hide creaked gently as cloaked form
::Bored..as usual..the feline anthro strolls on it..scanning the tavern boredly before
which consists in delivering through its "calculated" errors
::looks up at Che and moves away a little::
an unfinished product
taking a seat at the bar::
::Sits quietly at the bar lost in thought ::
::Bits and pieces of idle conversations piqued a disinterested curiousity, but he
an unrecoverable truth.
sauntered to the bar, casting emerald flecked obsidian gaze casually about. Bands of steel
::picks up her bottle and glass.. moving away from the bar and to a table in the far back of
:puts her head down on the bar top:
::pushes her hair from her eyes and tries to relax::
::looking about for a seat close to the hearth
didn't start writing. Nearly half of the page was filled with words in that strange
::pulls her legs up to her chest::
Thus everyone will exhaust himself finishing the work
the tavern.. one surrounded by a bit of shadows::
::takes her wine and walks back over th the hearth::
::stares at the ceiling with dark voids of black::
Hummm where shall I sit
and going to the end of the truth.
language of his, and he wasn't stopping yet. Hunched over, catlike pewters narrowed
just a bit in concentration.::
jingled with every foot fall as leather wrapped digits loosely fell over steel braided whip
A subtle incitement to self-management.
::watches Che from the floor::
::weaving in and out of chairs and tables
at her hip::
::Sighs...it was the middle of the day and she was already tired after sleeping in..
::finds and empty table and sits, able to enjoy the dancing fire::
It is content to produce an event involving death;
:she sighs and hops on the bar top and begins to pace:
::looks down a bit and notices someone staring at me::
laughs softly at herself, and taps a cadence on the bar with her fingers::
::cocks her head to the side curiously, but doesnt dare speak::
:walking back and forth on the bar top:
others will put the finishing touches on the job.
Ah yes this will do nicely::speaking quietly to himself
if your gonna watch, might as well do it from above me...
The truth.
Even among the very ones who revolt at Baader's death
::turns his head back to the ceiling and takes another swig of scotch::
::sips her wine while being warmed by the fire::
::fills her glass again.. her mind wondering slightly::
::blushes and hides her face in her knees::
::as decadence sinfully poured into leather lifted sultry thigh, the leg was swung
no one sees through this trap
::places everything down in a thud on the table
im sorry sir...
and all function with teh same automatism
:she sips her whisky lookin for some to talk with:
::looks about at the others with soft eyes, smiling to herself::
on the ringe of open complicity
::Looks at Insane, her voice tinted with accent but also a bit nasal sounding from her being
::out of his furry left paw comes a nice set of claws..which he taps over his section of the
::looks to her:: no problem..don't like people behind me
sidewardly and derriere kissed upon barstool as she straddled it alluredly, dark glance
ill move if you wish...
bar quietly..yawning/growling under his breath::
or under me for that worry..and don't call me sir
ill:: Exscuse me, but walking on the bar is very unsanitary
which all intelligent power contrives to spread around its decisions.
cast from left to right, as if looking for a challenging male::
::Looks tae Cy as she sits at the bar ::
do you think i care
::removes his winter coat and places it on an empty chair beside him
all im saying is if you want to see me, just go to the rafters or sit down
:hops up to the rafters:
::sips her wine and occasionally looks about the tavern::
::raises a brow and mumbles something shaking her head::
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