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 Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:38 pm
A human in handmade clothing greets you at the door "Hey dude, like, come on in" you can see the small bite marks on his neck, no more than a week old.
The inside of the glass onion is filled with smoke that smells strangely sweet, and the inhabitants all appear to have the "munchies". A small 70's juke box in the corner and plays Beatles songs while men with soul patches and women in tie-die dance out of rhythm.
Before you turn around to leave and dismiss it as just some hippie bar you can feel a surge of power coming from the back room. not insanely powerful, but noteworthy. On closer inspection you can see that a lot of the peopel in the bar are vampires and lycanthropes, but none of them very powerful. almost all newly turned or risen.
Out of the back room comes the source of the surge of power, a petite young woman with the definite air of distaste at her position. She takes orders, but only if your polite about it.
Amalia looks you up and down, just this side of disrespectful, "so are you jut going to stand there or are you going to ask me for a drink?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 12:37 am
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EvilFuzzyKitty Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 8:01 pm
Amalia sat up and looked around her, "So there's really people here then? The place is empty 'cept us"
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 11:07 am
amalia paced around the room impatiently, talking silently to herself. there has GOT to be something to do here! im so BORED!
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EvilFuzzyKitty Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 8:48 pm
-sits down and sighs- I don't know. I never see anyone in here for some reason. I guess it does get boring... -gets distracted by a feather and goes chasing after it-
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:09 am
"yeah, i sent out to a few friends of mine, see if they wanted to come over."
Amalia smirked as she layed another feather down and watched the kitty chase after the first one who knew lycanthropes were so distractable, surely im not THAT ADD, oh hey look a feather!
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 2:58 pm
"hmm, i should totally set this up s a bar. then i could get drunk and sleep behind the counter during the day when NOONE is here!", Amalia looked in the mirror and axed that idea. nah, everyone tells me alcohol is bad, and besides, what if people DO sho up? then ill have responsibilities, YUCK!
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:24 pm
Amalia thrashes around in her dejected boredom "WHY AM I SO ALONE!?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 9:05 pm
Syuvial Amalia thrashes around in her dejected boredom "WHY AM I SO ALONE!?" You are not alone anymore. I am here. ::Asher watches as she thrashes around.::
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:01 pm
Edward walks in and sees a girl thrashing around and screaming that she was bored.
"Well I could suggest a few things I could do to make you less bored but you probably wouldn't enjoy them much."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 3:59 pm
Walks in with an empty cocktail glass after overhearing part of the conversation.
"So...where are we with that bar?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:07 pm
Amalia looks up from her dejected boredom. "oh my god there are people here!.... aaaand all they want is a drink. ah well. im not doing the bar thing, too much responsibility. id have to deal with customers and drunk people all the time, and i just want to be the drunk person that has to be dealt with"
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 6:04 pm
"BOLLOCKS!! why'd I open this damn bar? YOU hands off the spigot!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:02 pm
::is curled up in a chair like a cat:: I don't drink so I'm not here just for the drinks. So... ::plays around with the feather she caught:: whatcha wanna talk about?
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EvilFuzzyKitty Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:04 am
Syuvial Amalia looks up from her dejected boredom. "oh my god there are people here!.... aaaand all they want is a drink. ah well. im not doing the bar thing, too much responsibility. id have to deal with customers and drunk people all the time, and i just want to be the drunk person that has to be dealt with" Mada hops expertly over the bar using one hand in what looks similar to a one-handed cartwheel, except that her legs are tucked close to her chest. She lands on her feet with her trusty glass still intact. Putting it down she begins tossing glasses, bottles and beakers to make herself a purple-red drink. "I'd be happy to do the honors, providing I don't have to be 100% sober at all times."
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