Karaka

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:10:51, as written by Guest

Karaka wanders into Gambit's Bar, noting how much busier it was in comparison to his previous visit. He whistles loudly as he makes his way though the crowd towards the bar.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:12:05, as written by Guest

Karaka reaches into the pocket of his brown leather jacket, and pulls out a cigar as he sits on a stool at the bar. "A beer, tender." He threw a coin on the wood and lit his cigar, taking a deep inhalation.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:13:19, as written by Guest

Karaka breathes out the heavy cigar smoke, away to his right, and lifts the ice cold glass to his mouth. Downing the pint in one go, he slams the glass down loudly, and demands another.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:14:24, as written by Guest

Karaka turned to look at the newcomer, "Sonuva wha' exactly?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:16:11, as written by Guest

Karaka took the newly filled glass and took another, lesser, gulp of the cold fluid. He then sucked on the cigar once more, before moving away. He shunted the newcomer with a shoulder as he passed him, and approached an empty table in a dark corner at the back of the bar

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:16:16, as a chat transcript.

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# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:18:35, as written by Guest

Karaka sat down, kicked feet to rest on the table, and leant back. Raising his voice above the din, he shouted at the keep. "Oi! Keep, some food. Hot 'n fresh it'll be, righ'" He waited then, sipping occasionally on his beer and taking inhalations of his cigar, allowing the ash to fall on the ground beneath him.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:21:00, as written by Guest

Karaka mockingly tilts his head to right, as he looks at the other man, noting the notebook. "An' wha' in th' fuck d'ya want?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:24:29, as written by Guest

Karaka glared at the man, taking note of the fancy way in which he spoke, "Ah don' wanna si' dahn an' have conversation - if tha' wa' wha' ah wan'ed, ah'd be nex'door." He gulped his beer some more, and threw a coin at the maid who brought his dinner, the heat and smell from the kitchens refreshing.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:30:43, as written by Guest

Karaka lifts the cover from his plate, and looks down at the satisfying meal. Steak, with potatoes - mashed and roasted, a few vegetables and sufficient gravy. Somehow managing to hold the cigar as well as his knife and fork, Karaka began tucking into his meal. Looking up at the other, he spoke with a mouth full of mashed potato, "Yah can fuck off nah."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-20 12:38:08, as written by Guest

Karaka nods as the other leaves the table. Continuing to eat his meal, the occasional puff from the cigar is taken. Auburn eyes dart around the bar, Karaka wondering if that man was some law enforcement person, judging from the fancy way in which he spoke. Having the law here just simply would not do.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Lord Saladin

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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