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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 17:16:21 GMT -5
The boy sniffs angrily.
Like you care a shit.
The man produces a document.
All deaths in my establishment go to the guards, it's standard procedure. Here.
The document is an official signed and stamped paper confirming the death my disease of one Miss Narcissa, employee in a house of bad repute in Elysium.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 17:21:04 GMT -5
The boy sniffs angrily.Like you care a shit. The man produces a document.All deaths in my establishment go to the guards, it's standard procedure. Here.The document is an official signed and stamped paper confirming the death my disease of one Miss Narcissa, employee in a house of bad repute in Elysium. *She sighs sadly.* But I do care. My mommy died when I was little. That's why I made this place. For kids who can't find their mommys. *The half-oger takes the document, and doesn't even bother trying to read it - he can't. With a grunt, he heads off back to the orphanage.*
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 17:24:47 GMT -5
Listen lady, I don't give a shit. I just want to go back home or I'm going to break this joint apart.
Fists clutched, he turns around to walk away. The man wighs with relief.
Take care of him.
Turns and walks away.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 17:26:58 GMT -5
Listen lady, I don't give a shit. I just want to go back home or I'm going to break this joint apart. Fists clutched, he turns around to walk away. The man sighs with relief.Take care of him.Turns and walks away.*She puts a hand on his shoulder gently.* At least stay the night. It's getting late, and while I know you can take care of yourself, it would be better if you stayed here to rest before you go out. Much better than sleeping the night in the street. We have beds here.
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 17:29:32 GMT -5
He glares at her.
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Takes a few deep breaths.
My mother is going to kick your ass all the way up the Spire.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 17:33:20 GMT -5
He glares at her.... Takes a few deep breaths.My mother is going to kick your ass all the way up the Spire. *She smiles.* I'm sure that she will. I'm also equally sure she would rather you spend the night somewhere that isn't the streets.
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 17:34:48 GMT -5
He growls.
I slept on the streets before, pointy-ears.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 17:37:35 GMT -5
He growls.I slept on the streets before, pointy-ears. So have I. That doesn't mean I prefer it to the street. *She stands back up, looking serioud.* I would have killed for a chance to sleep in a bed back then.
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 17:40:17 GMT -5
He shrugs.
Like I care about your fancy charity.
Growls.
Alright then. But you're letting me go tomorrow.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 17:42:09 GMT -5
He shrugs.Like I care about your fancy charity. Growls.Alright then. But you're letting me go tomorrow. Good. And I won't ever make you do anything against your will. Raven? *The drow girl walks towards them.* Take this young man on a tour, show him around. *She arches her eyebrow.* By the by, I'm tired of calling you you. What is your name?
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 17:44:21 GMT -5
He straightens his back and tries to look as tough as possible.
Good, because you'd regret it.
Gives her a proud look.
Name for a name, you go first.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 1, 2004 7:33:35 GMT -5
*She smiles at him, and Raven grins as well, her white teeth a sharp contrast to her ebon skin and hair.*
I am Nyata Alanadel. Just call me Nyata, all the other children do.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 1, 2004 8:39:03 GMT -5
Alright- Nyata. I'm Widifor. And you can stick your tour, bring me to bed and I'm gone early tomorrow.
He looks at the Drow girl to take him to his bed.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 1, 2004 11:05:34 GMT -5
*Raven shrugs.*
Whatever. I'm going to bunk you with Aber, his mate graduated a week ago and the bed's unused.
*She turns around.*
Oy, Aber!
*A boy walks over. He is, quite simply, cool. Probably about fifteen years old, he wears a black, sleevless jacket, and a tatto of a cobra crawling through a skull on his right arm. He has an earing belonging to some predatory animal on his left ear. His eyes are yellow and slitted, like a lizard's, and he has a small horn over each eye. He walks over to them, and Raven introduces them.*
Widifor, this is Aber. Aber, Widifor. Widifor's your new bunkmate, Aber. He's only staying the night.
*Aber looks Widifor up and down.*
Cool
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Post by Widifor on Sept 1, 2004 11:09:25 GMT -5
He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't look to impressed.
So, where is this bed?
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