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 Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:45 am
basically anything in one Rp, ill see if anyones interested
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:00 am
She had a pained expression upon her face, seeing as how she took another wrong turn.. Pooch had managed to do it again, get lost. Looking around at the old looking houses, dead crops and thick dust covered windows.
The place looked empty to her.
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Destructive-Kiwi Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:32 pm
Fury stalked rounf the field searching for his prey.... the squirrel that had stole is acorn >.<
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:12 pm
Pooch walked up to one of the houses wiping away some of the dust and peared through.. To see this was a pub.
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Destructive-Kiwi Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 6:49 pm
Inside said pub was a handful of very festive, most of them drunk, patrons. Yet, one of the people was the perfect "au contrare." He sat at the bar, slumped over and grasping a mug of red rum in his right hand. From the entrance, his face wasn't in view. But from behind, he had short, blond hair. The longest strand went down only to the bottom of his neck. He had a brown trench coat on, the sleeves wrapped all the way to the middle of his forearm. Instead, the rest of it was covered with two chain-mail wristbands. The rest of his body was either turned away, out of view, or covered up by the tail of his coat. He had his left hand bent towards him, and his head resting on top of it. He rubbed his thumb against the glass of his beverage and mumbled softly to himself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 12:28 am
At first surprised by the scene of the pub. Having not heard anything from the further distance she had once stood at.
But now, she weighed the Pro's and Con's of actually mixing in with these people.. Her stomache growled in demand for food.
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Destructive-Kiwi Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:37 pm
Ruby walked down the street. She looked store to store with her wolf like mask on.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 3:45 am
Pooches hunger seemed to stuff all logic of this situation some where else, as she pushed the swinging door open and walked around the drunks. Taking a seat at the bar, head down as she cradled her head into her arms.
Not being able to relax for awhile.
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Destructive-Kiwi Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 9:44 am
For some reason, by now, the man who had sat at the bar had a sudden change in personality. He was smiling, and even drinking his rum. He sat it down and pushed his muzzle into the rim of the glass, sucked in air, and had the glass stick to his face. He then lifted the glass over his head, the drink sloshing down to his mouth, and he began to suck it in.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 12:04 pm
Her minor nap had been interupted as Pooch heard someone close talking to her. Her mind a little dazed she had to actually pay attention to what was being said. Lifting her head so that her chin rested upon her folded she watched the Bartender as he spoke to her.
By now, actually listening. She found that it wasn't that she wasn't paying attention but that this Bartender was speaking another language, one she unfortunatley did not understand.
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Destructive-Kiwi Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 11:23 pm
Fury arrived out side the pub
SO THATS WERE YOU HIDING!!!
as he saw the chipmunk waving from the window, acorn in hand
YOUR GONNA DIE YOU DAMN SQUIRREL >.<
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 2:05 pm
The masked man entered the pub, "quite a lovely place" he said sarcastically, moving in between the drunks, some where fighting others where just sitting there choking their drinks, like that guy that was drinking red rum. he sat down, making sure not to crush his tail. "double shot tequila, and make it quick"
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 6:38 pm
Side tracked from the Bartender who spoke of no english Pooch stared at the requesting his Alcoholic drink, "a double shot? Seriously man, if your that much of a light weight what's the point of drinking? .. Caffine would probibly do you in easilly."
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 12:25 pm
Tulik landed atop the pub silently.He glanced over the horizon.He waved his hand causing a large cloud to loom over the sky and start raining.Throwing his hood upon his head,Tulik somersaulted off the pub,landing on the ground with a soft thud.He noticed the man man creaming at a squirrel in the pub and shook his head before entering.He glanced around the small building,cobweb hung from creveases and window seals.how long has this place been up and running? He sighed and took a seat at the bar.
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