Kingsly

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-22 21:50:07, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly shuffled quietly into the bar, his gas mask filtering the air. He didn't enjoy breathing the people's air. He took a seat at the bar, and sat quietly, balancing a throwing knife on his gloved finger tip.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-22 22:50:05, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly sat quietly at the bar, reading a novel. He enjoyed novels. His gas mask felt comfortable on his face, as he breathed in slowly.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-22 22:53:18, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly looked over at The Operators, he chuckled at how they made fun of everyone. He smiled beneath his mask as he continued to read.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-23 17:06:03, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly sat quietly at a table in the back of the room. He balanced a knife on his finger tip, and closed his eyes, wondering what he was gonna do.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-23 17:17:09, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly watched the men be dismembered. He had a quick flash back from Tibet, and winced. He looked back down at the knife he was balancing, and placed it back in his pocket.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 14:22:23, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly Walked quietly into the bar, a copy of "Johannes Cabal the Detective" under his arm. His gas-mask squeaked slightly. With his other hand he held his favorite throwing knife, which he balanced on his finger. He took a seat at an open table, and began reading. He placed the knife gently into his hoodie pouch on his abdomen.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 15:22:48, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly sat quietly, listening to the conversation down the counter from him. He continued to read, and scratched his leg, slightly above his own Weapon, a Zeliska Revolver. He favored it more than his other weapons. He wasn't security, or anything. He just wanted to make sure he was going to be safe.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 15:36:24, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly sat quietly, his eyes buried deep into his literature. His right hand twitched heavily while it sat on the bar counter, ever since Tibet he had had that problem. HE hoped his hand twitching feverishly would disturb very few. He continued to read.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 15:46:58, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly Continued to read, he had nothing better to do. He then reach down, and spun the revolver barrel, quietly as he read. He gas-mask made an occasional hissing noise. He remembered when he was in a prison encampment, and was forced to play Russian roulette, didn't turn out to well for his friend.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 15:51:54, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly looked over at the handgun that Absolution had laid down, "nice weapon." he declared, his mask making him sound strangely robotic. He guessed the man was an authority or something, so he didn't say much else.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 16:03:32, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly turned away, and was slightly angered, he had been ignored. He went back to reading, and said no more for the time being.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 16:10:50, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly looked up at her, and closed his book slowly, "I am reading 'Johannes Cabal the Detective', it's a rather short book." He said, sadly. He then placed the book in his hoodie pocket, and held his right wrist with his left hand to keep his right hand from shaking.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 16:19:02, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly looked at her from behind his gas-mask. He looked down at his hand, "it has a little bit of a twitch." he said, letting go of it, and letting it twitch. He then moved so his hoddie covered his revolver.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 16:28:42, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly thought back, and shivered slightly. He then scratched his back, "I had an accident when I was climbing a mountain several years ago." he said. Thinking back to the infection, that killed most of his friends.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 16:40:16, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly snorted, lightly, "'accidents', I guess that's a good word to describe it." he said, frowning beneath his gas-mask.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 16:50:44, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly didn't notice the scar, and went back to reading.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-11-28 16:55:12, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

Kingsly looked up at her, "if you wish." he said, coughing a bit.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-21 22:23:32, as written by Skwisgar Skwigelf

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