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Silent Bob (Robert Blutarsky)

Rarely will you hear him speak, as his actions are obviously indicative of his intentions. He follows foul-mouthed Jay wherever he may go, smoking along the way with his signature zippo lighter and Marlboro lights.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Seloc

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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Silent Bob (Robert Blutarsky)'s Story

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 17:24:31, as a chat transcript.
seems to realize an important fact that had be missing within his jigsaw of a brain, and turned around to kneel at the side of the OOC wall they had been leaning on, reviling an aged boombox from a pile of rags. Looking up to Jay from the floor, he raised a questioning brow up to Jay..only to see that he lad left without him. Cursing under his breath, the chubby man allowed his fingers to clasp along the taped over handle of the Boombox, before following him into the bar.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 17:26:13, as a chat transcript.
Stops behind his foul mouthed comrade, and gave him a nod in return before pressing at the play button of his boombox with his left index.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 17:30:37, as a chat transcript.
simply shrugged at his foul mouthed comrade before following Jay up to the bar door, his eye widening in surprise at the rather odd mix of people that seems to occupy this bar. His surprised expression only grew when a fucking robot (npc) lumbered past Bob when Jay had his head turned, causing Bob to reach out an tug on Jay's sleeve.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 17:36:39, as a chat transcript.
had jumped when he felt the Leonin bush up on his leg as it wandered into the bar, causing his tubby frame to get a tad bit too close to Jay's left arm.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 17:46:14, as a chat transcript.
would have treated Jay with a good amount of vulgar hang signs and expressions if it wasn't for the liplocking session between a pair of rather mismatched looking people only a few booths down. With a small sigh, he slaps his tubby hand aganist Jay's thin jacket before nodding over to Crepa and Vegris to signal his foul mouthed comrade.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 17:55:19, as a chat transcript.
felt the his hand wack up aganist the thin fabric that makes up his soul brother for life's left sleeve, and once again pointed down to the booth Vegris and Crepa shared with an irrated wave of his arm. Not waiting for the dim witting drug dealer, he navigates his body though the maze of tables, waiters, and freaks that barred his way between him and the couple in heat.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 17:59:57, as a chat transcript.
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# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 18:03:21, as a chat transcript.
was forced to duck to narrowly avoid an encounter with one of Joker's blades, and hand to step over a drunk on the floor, but somehow the tubby drug dealer had managed to reach the booth that Vegris and Crepa shared. Standing over the couple in heat with his hands in his pockets, much like an obese creeper stalker that is usually barred from schools and Chuck E' Cheeses.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 18:07:06, as a chat transcript.
allowed a brow to raise at the 'freaky deakey' of a woman before turning on his converse clad heel, looking for his less then sexy comrade.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 18:12:43, as a chat transcript.
offered a smile that cut though his brown beard, before holding up the still playing boombox with his right hand. The 'Red Hot Chile Peppers' fails to raise higher then the nosy cloud of snore, fights, and sex that occupies the bar..therefor the music wasn't auidable before Bob's gesture.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 18:14:59, as a chat transcript.
shrugged at the dismissible, the music fading back into oblivion as he lowers his right hand.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 18:18:42, as a chat transcript.
scowls down at the dismissive woman, before slapping up at his soul brother's chest once again. This time nodding over to the pair of odd clad wizards.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 18:35:32, as a chat transcript.
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# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 22:34:51, as a chat transcript.
Sublime was softly blasting out of a worn and rusted boombox that hung loosely on Bob's left grip. His right hand was attempting to light the mute philosopher's signature Zippo as he shuffled blindly though the worn bar doors.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 22:39:22, as a chat transcript.
was nearly knocked over by TheMadman's sudden leap, therefor it took the Silent Drug Dealer a full three seconds to regain his usual bubbly composure.. Although, at the usual sight of a 'man' asking another man to dance, Bob couldn't help himself by raising his worn boombox upward and ordering it to play a more upbeat tune with a press of a button.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-12 22:42:45, as a chat transcript.
gave a silent chuckle that ruffled his ugly shade of green coat, before setting the Boombox down on it's duct taped base along the wooden bar. Which freed his left hand to help it's mate with lighting his Cigarette.

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