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 Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 5:09 pm
Let's livin it up a bit. I want to start an rp. Anyone can hop in.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 5:14 pm
Rose was sitting on the edge of a rippling fountain as the sun shone high for noon. No one seemed to be around her as her fingers played within the clear, pearl sheen of the water. A dog ran by her in attepmts to chase the village cat. The clouds rolled lazidly across the perfect blue sky.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:41 pm
a boy runs after the dog
"you stupid mutt! get your mangy a** back here!
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 4:36 am
Rose looks up from her unconcious daydream to see the boy run after the dog. As she has just moved here to the village, she looks after the boy with interest. Assuming that the dog might be his she calls to him
"Do you need any help!" she yells, still sitting on the fountain's edge, watching the boy now run after the dog around he other side of the fountain.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 11:42 am
the boy finally catches the dog by the back legs
ugh! nope, im good. he gets out alot. so, just moved here?
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 4:30 pm
*nods* Yes, I have. My father is the new owner of the tavern in the main city up the road. My mother died a few months ago and my father, thru=ough shock, wanted to move away from our old village. Oh, how rude of me. My name is Rose. May I ask yours?
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:02 pm
oh, my apologies. the name's Stratos. so, your dad owns the tavern? i've been meaning to go and scope the place out. is he open for business yet?
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 1:28 pm
"Actually, yes. He is. He opened a few days ago but needed a little more time to freshen the place up." tilts her head and smiles; the dog coming up to her and licking her hand. she pats it on the head before standing; the wind from the overcast afternoon blowing around them. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you going to scope Father's place? Looking for a job perhaps?" starts to walk down the dirt road and says this over her shoulder
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 11:42 am
no, no really, just wondering about the new addition to the community. you know. that's strange. that dog doesn't warm up to most people...huh...
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 12:02 pm
"oh... That sounds like a reasonable answer. *looks down at the dog trotting beside her feet* Really? Animals usually do this to me. *shrugs*"
They reach her house and she sits on a bench.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 12:22 pm
so do you live in the tavern, like in an upstairs apartment, or do you live elsewhere?
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:44 pm
Meanwhile...
She stood outside the tavern, contemplating on entering it or not. The sign said open, but it looked a little dusty. Still, she was really thirsty and didn't much to lose. At the most the owner would just throw her out.
Arlia pushed the door open and walked inside.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:56 pm
My life really is great. Herle thought to himself, turning a copper coin (his last) over his knuckles
I mean, here I am. Alive. Well. In a new town, with a brand new tavern. The perfect place to start over. ...Just gotta wait for the riiiiight moment to go in. The coin rolls over and over.
Herle watches as a young woman approaches the Tavern. She gives it a long look, then goes inside.
It was the sign he was waiting for.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 12:10 pm
*shakes her head and gestures over her shoulder* "This is what you can call my humble abode. My father's letting me live here even though he owns it. I work in the tavern, you see? He lives in the tavern but he insisted that I start my own place- plus I believe he wants to keep me away from the nightly drunkards that swarm the place." *chuckles and places hands in her lap* "So, let's talk about you. What are your connections here?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 3:08 pm
She made her way to the bar, and sat down. There appeared to be noone in at the moment, but she hoped they were just in the back.
"Hello?" She called out.
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