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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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peeking through the windows out of pure curiousity, Rathe and George had seen the soldiers come into the bar, and Torsik being held inside.

"come on, we got to go before they catch us." George had a frantic look in his eyes, looking back and forth as if there were more soldiers nearby.

"Wait," Rathe said"i want to see what they're doing"

"but they're soldiers..."george paused"for the government"

Rathe held his breathe, his eyes went wider than they had in years, sweat instantly built up in his palms, his mouth went dry, and he began to think a mile a minute.

"gov...gov...government?" Rathe could hardly talk, his body shaking with fear, he looked at hand, a small double helix tatoo had been printed on it o so long ago, a permanet reminder of the governments intervene with his life. he rose that hand, and touched one of the many buttons on his ulta-head protector, a visor shot down onto his eyes. he saw through the soldiers, and looked at the guns and ammo, those things became bright yellow.

"fuck, they were sent to kill." Rathe said. George looked more frantic, all the effects of alcohal went dead on him.

"then lets not stay here."George said as quick as Rathe was thinking.

"no" rathe said, the courage that caused him to stab the bartender started bubbling inside him."we have to stop the government, they are going to take him."rathe pointed at torsik"we need to stop them at all costs."

"but we'll die" George pleaded. Rathe just smiled.

"Don't worry, I have an idea" Rathe grinned"im going to need your help though.

"i hate it when you do this to me." George said...
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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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Closing in on the flaming remains of some building or other, Blaize snaked between the homeless, whores, and otherwise common folk gathered at the site to stare in wonder at the sudden destruction. "Accident," they murmured, "Some drunk slob fell asleep with a cigar. Burned the whole bit down."
Blaize stepped over crumbled cement, manging her way closer to the source of gossip. A rather grotesque stench presented itself as she broke through to the front of the now dwindling crowd, causing her to stagger backwards. She clasped her hand over her mouth to stifle any gagging and pinched her nose between her thumb and index finger, turning to blink away the tears gathering on her lashes. Between the churning in her stomach and the burning in her eyes, she managed to compose herself long enough to glance back at the wreckage. Essences of vapor rose and coiled about the rubble, shuddering against the light of the newly risen sun.
A man clad in a flannel shirt and khaki pants stepped to Blaize's side, shaking his head somberly as he gazed at the smoke billowing away into the sky. He inhaled deeply, sighing. Blaize watched him, stricken at his oblivion to the horrible smell and pockets of waves. "Sad, huh?"
Blaize gave a start at his speaking and shot him a puzzled glance.
"Here we are, trying to start all over. Rebuild, repopulate, remake the world. And some village idiot just can't stop tearing it down." The man looked down at Blaize, his lips pierced into a thin, pale line. Blaize locked her gaze with his momentarily, empathetically, before turning again to stare at the seemingly invisible haze hovering above the remains of the building. The man in flannel sighed again, his chest heaving in exasperation before continuing on his way to wherever he may have been going. Blaize watched after him as he walked away and was struck with an unusual pang in her gut.
'Poor man has no idea,' she thought as the noxious fumes attacked her nostrils. This was no act of sheer stupidity. Some foreign necrotic agent was clearly present in the air. Poisons and toxins weren't highly ranked in Blaize's list of acquired knowledge, but she remained for a moment at the scene, turning it over in her mind. Poisons were generally created with a mixture of enzymes, proteins, and various components of elements. In this case, liquid elements, seeing as the culprit left behind vaporous fumes as opposed to any other form of residue. Blaize could decipher two different levels of toxicity between the auras, which lead her to her previous assumption of a necrotic agent. The other was so foul, she could hardly bear to analyze it. So instead she focused on what she knew, shutting out her surroundings and enclosing herself in her mind.
Necrotic: Adjective -- The death of cells or tissues from severe injury or disease, especially in a localized area of the body. Causes of necrosis include inadequate blood supply (as in infarcted tissue), bacterial infection, traumatic injury, and hyperthermia.
Someone must have concocted a toxin to destroy another's flesh. That eliminated one ghostly fume. But it didn't explain the second, which she presumed to be the actual cause of the fire.
Flammable. What element, or elements, could create such a stench that would be able to produce fire?
Blaize was at a loss when her attention was drawn to some commotion down the way, and she turned just in time to catch a measly looking man with something shimmering on his head exiting a bar and turning left, followed by the explosion of gunfire. 'Something must have poisoned this entire town,' Blaize thought to herself in an attempt of a joke. 'Why else would everyone be going insane?'
Despite her better instincts, Blaize began her walk down the road and stopped at the entrance to the bar. Flicking her gaze to the destructed building and then back to the door, now decorated with bullet holes, she pushed it open and stepped inside.
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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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"...that'll never work, you're crazy" George said, putting down Rathe's idea.

"Of course it'll work, once you do your part, im good to go". Rathe said, convinced that his plan was flawless. George just sighed.

"fine, ill go start the plan." George said reluctantly. Rathe grinned.

"excellent, when you feel ready, go ahead".

At this point, a homeless man across the street saw the insane person literaly climb the wall, with a bottle of beer in his left hand none the less, the homeless man thought he was drunk, and started to rethink his life.

Rathe was surprised on how fast george could climb up a wall, using the bricks that stood out a footholds, and the opposite buildings wall as a handhold. Rathe grinned again, as George reached the top of the buildings, he then pushed off the second building, and grabbed the edge of the wall of the bar. George climbed over the edge, and stood on the top of the bar. George waved at Rathe. Rathe grinned wider, George took out the remainder of the bottle of beer, about 1/3 of the bottle was gone, George begain to pour the liquid on the roof. Once done, george lite a match, and threw it onto the liquid. George jumped down and landed on his feet. A gunshot rang through Rathe's ears, his feet and legs felt as though they had been shot at.

"Fuck, George, they shot me" Rathe whispered through clenched teeth. George wrapped Rathe's right arm around George's back, George saw that Rathe's right shin bone was sticking out of it's skin.

"they shot you in the back of the leg, your shin bone was dislodged and is now sticking out." George said sympathaticly.

"forget about me," Rathe said, "you got to take my part of the job, before the fire reaches the bottom section."

"ok, but you owe me" George said as he lay rathe on the ground.


The homeless man across the street was trying to remember his childhood, when the insane man lite the roof on fire. Mouth gawking open, he watched the insane man jump straight off the roof. Amazingly enough, he started limping towards a wall, his arm wrapped around something that didn't exist. once he lay down, he talked to himself, then stood up, and walked to the front door, holding a large plank of wood, his shin bone sticking out, but he apparently ignored it.*mind over matter* the homeless man thought, then remembered his mother.


George looked through one of the holes in the door, say the two burly soldiers, and saw the bartender. George took out his sword, and put the blade edge against the doorknob, and the hilt against the ground, at an angle, so that it would hold back the soldiers, when they tryed to open it. Groge ran back to Rathe, and waited to see what would happen next...

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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OOC: So to clarify, is Zeek's bar on fire for real, or is it just a figment of your character's insanity? Either way is fairly ok with me, just in the future 'ok' it with me first :P. And if it is on fire I ain't gonna let it burn the building down, Zeek's is kinda important :D. Plus the building's mostly brick, so the fire might burn some of the wooden roofing, but yeah the building will stand.

They'd been standing there for about thirty seconds, when the boss said from behind the door, "Come in, come in." O'Mar opened the door and strode in, Kory following quickly. Kory shut the door, and O'Mar and him sat down in two of the chairs in front of a large, beaten up, wooden desk. The boss was sitting on the other side, a plate of what could only be described as grub in front of him. O'Mar had become fairly good friends with the boss, having seen him many times on matters of business, and a few times just as comrades and friends. "Good morning O'Mar, how was your night?" The boss said with a small smile, which turned to a slight frown as he put another bite of the food in his mouth. "Eventful. Took care of those clowns making dope that were a thorn in our sides." Boss set his fork down and settled back into his chair, saying, "Yes, yes, I did hear that. Literally, I heard the gunfire last night, quite a little show you put on I'll assume from the amount of rounds I heard go off..." O'Mar shrugged, and said, "Well, I did what I had to do. Did it right too." Boss smiled and said, "Of course you did, O'Mar. You always do. Look, we need to talk.. Oh, and who's the shadow?" Boss then nodded his head towards Kory. "Oh, well this kid's name is Kory. I've decided to show him the ropes and stuff, ya know?" Boss nodded and said, "Well, atleast he'll have a good tutor. Anyways, the business we need to discuss. You've proven yourself more than enough to be promoted from a mere soldier, O'Mar. But you've never asked for a promotion. Some people say you're just out to be a soldier, but I don't think that's true.. Am I wrong?" O'Mar settled in his seat a bit, sighed and said, "Not really boss. If you'd like to promote me, I'm ready. What do you need me to do?" Boss smiled and said, "Well, it turns out we might have a turn-coat on our hands. Apparentally, one of my luietenants is feeding info to one of our rivals.. I want you to kill him. And of course you'll already be promoted, and you can fall right into his spot. How's that sound to you?" O'Mar considered for a few minutes, then finally said, "Sure, sounds good." Boss smiled and stood up, and had O'Mar come with him into another room for a moment.

The Boss had outfitted O'Mar quite nicely. A heavy leather jacket, full of pockets for ammo, supplies and the like, with a cool looking 'Z' sewn into the back. He'd also given O'Mar a cap, a military style beret, black, with a Z on it also. O'Mar also recieved a very nice semi-auto pistol, with a holster to boot. Inside the jacket was a paper, with the official Zehkellian seal on it, signed by Boss himself, which could get O'Mar nearly anything in town for free. A made man could get what he wanted, when he wanted, almost every time for free. Boss took him back to the office, and Kory looked O'Mar up and down and said, "Damn, I need to get me some of that kind of stuff." O'Mar just laughed, and told Kory to come with him, they were leaving. Boss had filled O'Mar in on the details of what had to be done, and he'd fill Kory in on it when the left. They walked down the steps, down the various hallways and back into the bar. O'Mar and Kory stopped a minute, they'd have a drink to celebrate before they left on their business. "Hey bartender, a couple beers please."
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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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OOC:just his imagination, the top of the bar is still dowsed with alcohal, a wooden plank is against the door handle, and Rathe has a broken leg...or does he???...just read on

IC: Rathe knew that he would soon bleed to death, the soldier's shots had dislodged his fucking shin bone after all. He was gonna need some medical help. He pressed a flashing red buttom atop his helmet. a small beep emited, then a hologram of an elderly lady came into focus on the opposite wall.

"Nurse...i need...a...healing." Rathe said through groans and aches. The elderly lady nodded, then ran her fingers across an unseen keyboard, she then stopped and smiled.

"thanks nurse." Rathe said, his bone re-entering his body, his skin closing after it, his muscles and veins also healed over to. George strode over.

"Good, nurse helped you." George said with a smile. " i planted my sword, we should have some time. Rathe turned towards the dirt-covered window, a man had just ordered some beer, or something. Rathe pointed at the man.

"He needs our help George". Rathe said calmly.

"But what about our current mission?" George said pleadingly.

"Fuck the mission George, we need to help him, otherwise he'll join Eric and Sanny". Rathe said, his eyes watering as he said this.* George looked down, then nodded in agreement

"Ok then" Rathe said, "once he leaves the bar, we'll join him, and protect him at all costs."



Note: Eric was one of Rathe's buddies before the government 'took him, and preformed the tests on him' Eric actualy died of cancer of the mouth 2 yrs later. And sanny died from a bullet wound, his body was then cremated...kinda

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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As Blaize entered the bar, she was greeted with an overwhelming waft of tobacco smoke and alcohol, and the undeniable stench of rotting flesh lingered in midair, concentrated over one stool in particular where bits of indigo colored something-or-other lay shriveled and encrusted to the floor. A man -- or what she took to be a man, dressed in a full body suit of armor constructed from leather, by the smell of it -- stood with his arms crossed at the counter. What she could see of his face from around a mask fashioned over his mouth and nose appeared normal enough, until she caught a glimpse of his eyes. In place of an iris, the sclera seemed to extend and dominate the entire orb with white.
Intrigued by such an unusual sight, Blaize perched herself atop a stool several places down in hopes of observing his actions and behavior when something tugged at her memory. Not wanting to draw an unnecessary amount of attention to herself, since was in a sense spying on this stranger, she kept her gaze on her fingers as she twiddled her thumbs and tilted her head at an angle. The man was secreting an array of poignant scents, both strange and familiar, and there was a gentle, nearly inaudible orchestra of sloshing and waves with his every move.
'Liquids,' Blaize thought, 'He's hiding liquids.' He was certainly an unusual creature, this fairly short man in armor. He looked as though he were preparing for battle the way a belt hung from his waist, weighed down with an assortment of ammunition and various tools. But why would anyone feel the need to store away liquids in their suit?
Blaize glanced up at the man in sudden realization. He was the cause of the chemical fire she witnessed earlier. Those were the foreign smells perfuming his body and swishing around, poisons.
"What can I get ya'?"
The question snapped Blaize's attention away from her target and she looked at the bar tender before her, wiping down random spots of the counter with a filthy rag.
"Rum, if you please," Blaize's voice was coated with a thick accent, her words soft and almost seeming to carry a short echo. "On the rocks."
The bar tender looked up from his cleaning and searched Blaize's features, furrowing his brows. "I'm gonna need to see some ID."
Blaize's expression changed and melted to a mixture of surprise and disappointment. "If I may be so bold, sir," she answered, "It's not my habit to carry identification. I've never been asked to present it before." She batted her lashes once and tugged the corner of her lips into a slight smile.
The bar tender simply shook his head and continued his cleaning. "I can't be having you gettin' me into trouble, kid. No ID, no drink."
Letting out a huff of air from between her lips, Blaize scrunched her nose momentarily before returning the warmth to her face with a grin. "Very good. I understand."
Out of all the shitholes in this town that would serve alcohol to minors, and she had to pick the bar that played by the rules.
As she ended her brief encounter with the tender, a man with a long blonde braid and a younger looking boy emerged from behind the counter and ordered beer.
This was proving to be an eventful day.

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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O'Mar had heard the bartender telling someone no ID, no sale, just as he reached the front of the store. He was talking to a young girl, and O'Mar couldn't help but laugh to himself. 'Does that girl believe him?' O'Mar thought to himself as he sipped his beer. FInally, he couldn't take it anymore and yelled over to her, "Hey! Yeah, don't let this old shit-head deny you. Hell, who the fuck has ID these days anyways? Only place I've heard of real ID's is in old-time books, from before the blasts and all that.. Plus those old vault dwellers used to have personal ID tags, but no one cared.. Anyways don't let the man lie to you, he's just upset he got stabbed." O'Mar then let out a small laugh and a smile at the bartender, who promptly gave him the finger as O'Mar finished his beer and grabbed another from the other side of the bar. He popped the top on the bottle and turned to Kory, and lowered his voice as he began talking, "Alright Kory, here's the scoop. One of the family's higher-ups is a turn-coat. We need to go get him and take his betraying ass out. We'll head out in a bit, right now he'll probably just be getting out of bed... I used to know him real well, and he's a man of habit. In a little while, he'll be heading to the whore-house, and after that breakfast, after that... Well you get my drift, we'll be able to hit him wherever we want. So relax a bit, we got some time to chill.." O'Mar sipped his beer a bit, as Kory nodded and took a long draught of his beer..

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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Rathe was leaning against the wall to the right of the doorway to Zeek's. Rathe had made light conversation with George for a little while, then stoped when he saw the whore-looking girl walk into the bar, she smelled a bit like Sanny's house, Rathe thought to himself once she entered the bar, but he didn't think about it to much, he was waiting for his target to escort anyways.

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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Kendra had been watching the fat mother fucker all day and was sick of it. This stupid fuck was a big time jack ass. He had three whore houses and helped himself to the "product" he sold all the time. These women were ill treated too, they were for the rich and famouse so He was paid to keep quite the sick fettishes of others. Kendra was ready to kill him where he stood but knew that was bad. *i've gotta get outta here before i loose all my will power and fucking waste his ass now!* Kendra stood from her crouch and stretched her legs, she had been surveying for about 10 hours, the last 4 he hadnt moved so neither had she.
*I need a beer!* She turned toward the bar she had gone to the other day and began heading there. It had been fun after all and maybe tonight she would get a chance to "relax" what ever that is. She smiled to herself.
After a few minutes she was at the door, thankfully they were open. She pulled the door and walked in, the musty smell of people and ale hit her nose. She smiled, it was a familure smell and made her feel at home... in a way. She walked to the bar and sat on one of the stools. The bartender wasnt really looking at her so she waited, looking around her while she did. There were a few people in there, including the man from the other night who had stolen her drink. She smiled to herself, *He is kinda hott, for what is available around here.* She did think he was rather hott but she wouldnt act on it, men were ALWAYS trouble. She cleared her throat getting the bartenders attention.
"Yes." he asked flattly, not seeming to be happy that she had bothered him.
"Hi there. I'd love a nice cold beer, oh and let me buy one for that guy over there..." she pointed to the beer theif from last time. "Can you give him a message for me? Tell him i said "That way he doesnt have to steal mine again" Thank you so much." She didnt know if the barkeep would do that, but she hoped. She pulled out her little cash and slid 3 silver coins to the man. She wasnt usually generous but she was gonna get paid a lot for this next mark and she was in a giving mood all of a sudden. Funny how quick moods can change for no reason. The barkeep set a big frosted mug of cold beer in front of Kendra and she took a long slow swallow. It tasted great. She sat back and watched as the bartender took another beer to the man in the corner...
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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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Rathe lay against his wall, his conversations were diening down, The whore had gotten a drink, and apparently ordered one for Rathe's target.

"very interesting" Rathe thought to himself...
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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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OOC: lol i'm really sorry. that wasnt for your char. it was for Axles... him and i had already started Rping... so if you could edit your post taht would be really awsome. sorry for the missunderstanding. but ya... It kinda goes into how i need to complete a quest thing i'm on. ok... PM me if you have a problem...

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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OOC:its kewl, just a misunderstanding, I was actualy wondering what the hell your character was thinking, Rathe isn't exactly Brad pitt.

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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OOC: Axle and i have a weird history so we are playin our chars towards one another. that was why i said there was like a plan and all that. :P thanks for understanding. And hey AXLE get your butt in here and post. I"M BOARD!!!!! much love homie

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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OOC:alright, thnx for the heads-up, I won't pry into your love life...that's what my characters are for :D

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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O'Mar had been standing around, sipping his beer and watching two guys play pool. They were about to go at it, due to the fact that one guy apparentally had all the luck that day. The Bartender sidled up to O'Mar and Kory, and set a large, frosted glass of beer in front of O'Mar. O'Mar eyed the glass and said, "Jeez, if you're trying to get into my pants it'll take more than that man." The Bartender just said, "Hah, really funny O'Mar.. No, it's from the cranky bitch from the other night. Said something like, 'This is so he don't steal my drink again.' or something of the sort. Anyways, sorry bub, I don't hunt on that side of the field." And with that, the Bartender walked back on down the aisle and sat on his own stool. He drew forth a pipe and what looked to be a small bit of dope, and began smoking it. O'Mar then shifted his gaze toward the woman that'd ordered him a drink. He waved her over, figuring if she'd bought him a drink the least he could say is thanks. Mar downed the last of his bottle, then took a sip of the refreshingly cold beer she'd bought for him.

OOC: There, my butt has posted. Happy KK? And Le Cruise, my character shall be leaving shortly, so you can ambush him then :P :)

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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OOC: yes Axle i am happy thank you. :D see the smile means happy. And Le Cruise its not a love life just a friendship. we are best buds. :) Anyway back to the game....

IC: Kendra waited as the bar tender made his way to the man in the corner. They said a few words and snickered. The bar tender walked back to his stool and sat down to smoke some weed from a pipe. Kendra looked back at the man she had bought the drink for and he was motioning her to come over. Against all her better judgement Kendra got up and slowly made her way to the man, making sure to take her time and watch the room around her. She reached the man shortly and stoped looking at his face. "Yes? You asked me to come over?" She was being coy and it wasnt like her but who cared. So she waited for his response...

OOC: i know alxle real short, but deal with it ok. :)

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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OOC: I'll deal with your face with my fist if you don't watch it, bizzle ;)

IC: O'Mar eyed her a second then said, "Well, you bought me a drink. Figured I could atleast say thank you. So, 'thank you.' Was your night eventful? Mine was very busy." Mar took a drink off his beer, and sighed a bit at the coldness of it. He then waited for the woman's response, wondering if she'd really just bought him a drink for the hell of it, or if his suspicions were correct and she needed to talk to him.

OOC: HAH! My post is shorter than yours :P

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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OOC:i don't know you guys play a couple of characters in another RP, and they seem to like each other,(looks over at the highschool RP) o well, i'll stop talking about it, and expect your character ambushed :D

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Re: A Bleak Beginning, In A Desolate Future

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Kendra smiled as the man spoke. He wasnt to bad to look at. "My night was alright. I was hoping you and i can speak in private..." She smiled slyly. Kendra was never the one who would play coy to get what she wanted, but she was going to make an exception on this case. She waited for his reply.

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O'Mar listened to the woman say she wanted to speak in private. He looked over at Kory, who was trying to look like he wasn't paying attention, and said, "Kory, I'll be back in a minute. Hold down the fort." Kory looked up and gave a nod, and with that Mar said to the woman, "Come with me." O'Mar then turned and walked back behind the bar again, down one of the hallways and made his way to his room. Kendra followed, and walked in with O'Mar after he unlocked his door.

O'Mar's room wasn't the cleanest one in town; the mattress on the floor which served as a bed had it's blankets strewn about, more than a few empty alcohol bottles of all types littered the floor and several spaces on a table, the desk, and the bookshelf, while all of his clothes littered what space was left on the floor. O'Mar sat down in his chair after clearing it off and looked up at the woman. "So, what do you need?"

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