Alakor

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-21 12:27:38, as a chat transcript.

((Princess Consuela - Can i be crap bag ?))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-21 12:27:59, as a chat transcript.

((It's different it's fun and nobody has a name like it !))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-05 13:11:09, as a chat transcript.

(Good evening)

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-05 13:12:58, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor sighed softly, a light smile playing itself across his lips alike a poorly skilled actress part-taking in a bad play. His hands were some-what bruised, scratches clearly visible here and there. Taking a few steps inside the delightfully lit room he allowed his sight to rest momentarily, muscles twitching as if to regain their posture.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-30 03:22:49, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor slowly opened the wooden door leading to the poorly lit chamber while twitching his nose as if a unpleasant scent had just made it's way towards him. Making his way inside he allowed his emerald green eyes to peer through-out the room for a brief second, a frail yet visible smile crawling it's way upon his withered lips.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-30 07:03:08, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor slowly stepped inside the poor lit chamber in his well know nonchalante style, a trial of putrid grey smoke pursuing him alike a dog would it's Master. His withered lips had a peculiar smile etched upon them, the tip of his tongue running itself on top of them, as if the man could already taste the new prey which awaited inside the bar. Twitching his nose in a some-what unpolite manner, he made his way towards the bar, arching his torso while looking for a chair.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-30 07:07:06, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor 's hand lethargically drifted in a seemingly pointless search for the wooden counter, his fingers acting as his eyes when it came to this particular task. For some reason, the man's energic, insolent aura had vanished from him, leaving behind only a poorly designed shadow of his former self. Snapping his fingers twice, his patience clearly being thin he shouted towards the nearest bartender: "Martini, white, on the rocks, today if possible." - his other hand secretly pulling out a short white cigarettes from the perfectly hidden pocket underneath his jacket.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-30 07:12:45, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor quickly slipped four of his fingers around the thin glass - moments later uniting it's rim with his lips without a moment's thought. The white liquid began to rush down his throat akin to whirling waters, the drink itself managing to offer the gentleman an unseen amalgam of mixed feelings such as: joy, relief, happiness, arrogance and many others, each of them having the honor to display themselves upon his face for several brief moments. "Thank you, Miss." - the last word rolled off his tongue in a apparently charming, yet some-what conceited manner.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-30 07:17:12, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor frowned some-what, the woman's gesture clearly annoying him. Pulling out a fragile silver lighter from his pocket, he allowed the playful flame to ignite the tip of his cigarette - waves of the toxic fume now propagating themselves through-out the room quickly in a apparent race - the victor being the one which reached the ceiling faster. Adverting his eyes towards the bartender once more, he spoke with a some-what aggravated tone: "If it would have been such a pleasure - you would have also offered your client a glass of chatting with his glass of alcohol. Drinking alone can be quite annoying, are you not aware, Miss ?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-30 07:20:54, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor gasped, a vivid expression of surprise mixed with a hint of disappointment painting itself across his face as the man almost catapulted himself from his chair upon hearing the woman's barbaric shout. Calming himself, he stretched his arms lightly, turning his face towards Vega Riant while speaking: "Madame, 'tis not polite to yell as if you were upon a football field."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-30 07:24:08, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor sighed, some-what aggravated by the woman's reply. Rising the tip of his hat above his emerald eyes, he allowed a tattoo of a black snake to be seen, the object beginning upon the upper part of his right eye and ending on the lower part of it - the sign of his agency -. Pulling out one of his twin pistols, his eyes drifted carelessly upon the flawlessly designed weapon as suddenly, a silent bang was heard, a bullet whizzing past the woman's nose and in to the wall behind her. "Mademoiselle, i would watch my language if i were you."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-30 10:04:35, as a chat transcript.

(Someone Daft ? Who would that be ?)

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-30 10:11:43, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor carelessly made his way inside the chamber once more, humming the old waltz tune he did when generally finding himself in quite a good mood. His gleaming eyes darted from one patron to another, studying them as if they were nothing more than old, wrinkled books seating upon a library's shelf. Making his way towards the bar, he snapped his fingers, addressing himself towards the tender: "Martini, white, on the rocks. Hurry"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-30 10:32:22, as a chat transcript.

(( Most people would write similar to, rather then akin/alike - Yet the last two terms sound more ropleplayingish :) ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-01 11:11:31, as a chat transcript.

(Good evening everybody)

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-01 11:20:32, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor silently cracked open the wooden door leading to the cluttered chamber, it's rusty hinges shreaking violently as the object impacted with the cold walls. Placing his right food firs, he allowed his emerald eyes to briefly scout through-out the diversity of patrons which formed an amalgam of busy shapes and colors mingling throughout the room. Twitching his nose slightly in displeasure, he made his way towards the counter while arching his back for a moment or two, a snap being heard as two of the man's fingers united in a sign towards the bartender: "Martini, white, on the rocks, today."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-01 11:25:30, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor carefully slipped a thin, white hand inside what appeared to be a hidden pocket in his black coat his fingers retracting themselves moments later, a silvery object clasped between their grasp. Sneaking another hand in, he allowed a white cigarette to be seen, it's filter quickly uniting with his lips as a red playful flame engulfed it's tip in a matter of seconds. Puffing absently several times, the man's eyes traced the smoke towards the ceiling. Moments later his neck shifted to the side, Alakor now searching for any possible conversation partner which would seem interesting enough.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-01 11:30:35, as a chat transcript.

(Harmina, that you with the snowman ? Hehe)

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 10:31:41, as a chat transcript.

(Good Evening everybody)

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-11 21:45:57, as written by Frozen Soul

Alakor absently slithered inside the chamber, tarnished fingers scouring the now ripped suit with stoicism in an effort to locate the position of his lighter. Emerald eyes peered throughout the room, the man's gaze holding a visible hint of irritation mixed with anxiety. A crooked smile briefly traversed a pair or red lips as a skittish flame set the tobacco ablaze, the male now commencing to inhale the first batch of toxic vapors emanated by the cigarette. Placing himself at the bar, he allowed his almost dormant arms to collapse upon the polished counter while idly murmuring: "Irish coffee."

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Frozen Soul

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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