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Pockets Werewolf pockets         Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| The Brotherhood is an alliance between the Vampires and the Werewolves. 500
years ago the treaty was reached and the peace has lasted up to this date. The story is set in modern day United States and parts of Japan. You will be travelling somewhat in this story. The beginning will take place in a little hole-in-the-wall bar in downtown Long Beach. Here are the vampire clans: Vampire clans: 1. The Kargoni: Named for their founding mother, the Kargoni clan has the unique ability to change their physical features to whatever they wish them to be. Within certain boundaries. The most powerful of the clan could change their physical size within a foot of their height shorter or taller. They could change to look like anyone else but could not imitate voice or knowledge, just appearance. They can also change to look like a member of the opposite sex but it would be purely cosmetic. A female could not change to look like a male and still have the same anatomical functions as a true male. Weakness: They frequently develop slight personality quirks as changing frequently to look like one person or another Kargoni sometimes lose sight of who they were before they started changing. They lose their own sense of self and fall into depression and despair. 2. The Shadu: Also known as Shades. Named for their founding father the Shadu have the unique ability to change their body to appear as if it was a shadow. They still retain their physical form though so they cannot slide through the cracks in doors or windows. They simply become dark, like the silhouette of a human shape. This ability makes them exceptionally skilled at assassination. As such the clan has created a gun-for-hire type of industry and has, over the centuries amassed a large amount of wealth as well as political connections. Weakness: All vampires have a minor irritation to sunlight though they are capable of moving around during the day without bursting into flames. The Shadu, while in Shade form, are extremely susceptible to light. A strong flashlight will cause sever burns that will be very slow to heal. Direct sunlight is always fatal. 3. The Rentu: Named for their founding father, they have two minor abilities that can be used in conjunction with each other to give them the power of flight. Or a controlled hover. Their abilities are that they can make their bodies incredibly light, and with a minor control over wind push themselves around like feathers on a breeze. Weakness: The Rentu spend so much time in the air typically that once they’re actually on the ground for any reason they’re incredibly clumsy and uncoordinated. Also as they spend so much time with their heads in the clouds, so to spreak, they’re the smallest of the clans. Very rarely is a new Rentu created in these modern times. 4. The Vasith: Named for the love of the founding father, the Vasith are Telepath’s and Empaths. Their telekinetic ability is such that a Vasith could pick up a large car or truck and throw it. Their empathic ability allows them to be aware of their surrounding area and to know when there is danger of attack as it is impossible to attack someone without broadcasting an emotion that the Vasith would pick up on. Weakness: Many of the Vaisth become insane and destroy themselves early in their lives before they learn to deaden the constant influx of emotions streaming in from around them. Most are mute after spending so much time using their minds to communicate that they forget how to use their vocal cords. Physically, a Vasith’s strength is only barely above that of a well conditioned human, compared to the other vampires they are incredibly weak. Clans will be given as a first come first serve basis. The Vasith have already been spoken for so PM me your top two and I will assign who is what. There will only be three more vampires, so I need three to four werewolves. The werewolves have three forms. Their human form, which has approximately half the typical strength of your average vampire. A wolf form, which just appears to be a slightly larger than average Gray Wolf. And a Hybrid form. Think your typical wolf-man kind of transformation. The hybrids physical strength is usually around twice that of your typical vampire. After I get clan choices back I will post the beginning description of the first meeting place. I will send intro instructions to each of you in a PM. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| Post your character sheet, then your beginning post.
As you enter the area you see a simple sign advertising a bar by the name of 'Pockets'. The whole left wall inside is taken up by bar. Exposed behind it are rows and rows of glass bottles. A plethora of them, creating their own glistening rainbow. The other half of the bar is taken up by vats and buckets for brewing beer. It turns out the barkeep prefers beer to hard alcohol. The ceiling does not stand tall. The furniture does not gleam. The booths creak when you sit in them, and the tables and chairs are long worn with the markings of many people’s different flavored sins. Most of all it feels like home. The pool tables smile with their green felt teeth. The wood that makes the entire structure, and it’s furniture, creaks and swells on cold rainy days making the whole place seem to sway with the songs that come out of the newly fitted juke box and stereo system. Most of all people love Pockets for the drinks. The owner carries anything one could dream of. Anything from the finest bottle of cognac, to the world’s only black rum, a cultured variety of wine, and his impeccable self brewed beer. The beer made his bar unique. If a regular came in and said they wanted to brew mead, he’d do it knowing they’d be back in two years to toast. No one ever comes to Pockets for anything, but good drinks, great pool, and a soundtrack for life. Except for tonight. By this time of night the last few regulars were heading home, and the bartender stood cleaning glasses idly behind the bar. As you enter the bartender looks up and greets you. "We're getting ready to close," he say's. "If you want a drink order quick." |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5888 days Last activity: 5153 days |
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| Name:Kimura Reijin
Age:50 Gender:Female Clan:Vasith Appearance: 6'0" 150LBS. Black mid thigh length hair, and brown eyes, that turned green during telekinesis. She wears a black tanktop and black tight fitting pants. A short black leather jacket usually accompanies her, and she is rather proud of her worn in black hightop sneakers. History: She new she was not native to Japan, but that is where she spent her rebirth. And that is all she had knowledge of, none of life before that. She worked on developing her powers and channeling the right emotions as to prevent insanity. She migrated to the US after the one who turned her decided his time was up and bult himself a great fire. Her power left her nearly mute and when she spoke the noted came in barely a rasp, but still audible. Her powers were very strong. She manipulated them successfully enough, but was still rendered emotionally inept with the exception of the influx of other's feelings. She is synical and very immune to the world's misfortunes. Weapons: 5 indentical throwing knves. 3 on a belt around her torso, and 1 strapped to the back on each calf. A tontou also rests on her right hip. ********** Kimura strolled down the street. With a keen feel for a follower. She smoked her cigarette hasitly upone reaching the door of Pockets. She waltzed in and sat on one of the bar stools. The cushion sank beneath her wait. There didn't appear to be anyone else except for a few customers taking their leave. So she waited. (Last edited by Makura on 04-17-07 06:32 AM) |
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WhiteRose Warrior Sailor Delerium Have you ever spent days and days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no ones ever eaten before? Like chicken and telephone ice cream?...Green mouse ice cream was the worst.  Since: 08-17-04 From: The Dreaming Since last post: 4453 days Last activity: 5157 days |
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| Name: Kismet Ameen
Age: 323 Gender: Female Clan: Werewolf Appearance: Height: 5'7”, Skin: Deep tan, Eyes: Deep Green, Hair: Long, straight dark brown hair. Has a dancers figure, slim but her body is well toned and defined. Her preferable choice of dress is black leather pants and jacket with a red tank top underneath, wearing black, knee high boots. ************* Kismet walks into the rustic looking bar and smiles. Reminded her of an old bar her father would visit when she was young and would take her too on occasion. She looks around, scanning the room as she enters, catching all sights and scents, as is her habit when coming into a new place. She goes to the bar and takes a seat on one of the worn stools, propping her elbows on the bar and looking at the bar tender when he spoke. "Well if that's the case, I'll have a glass of fig Raki, on the rocks, please." (OOC:Raki is an Arabic drink made of fruits or aniseseed. Usually those who drink it for the first time do begin to sweat a little, raki coming from a lword in arabic meaning to sweat). |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica.  Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 95 days Last activity: 95 days |
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| Name: Caine Gathor.
Age: 34. Gender: Male. Clan/species: Kargoni vampire. Appearance: blond hair, looking almost completely white. His skin is also pale, and he wears a black trenchcoat. History: Brom learned about his abilities quickly. However, as he did no research as to what happened if you change into someone else too much, he began to develop personality disorders. He is somewhat obsessive compulsive, and likes to kill. However, he does not, like most other Kargoni vampires, suffer from depression. He simply doesn't care bout what he is, as long as there is battle. Weapons: Caine has a thin silver lined sword at his belt, along wth a magnum in his coat. ic: Caine entered the city where he was supposed to enter, unseen. Fortunately, his trenchcoat disguised his sword and his gun, so he would hopefully not be noticed. He assumed the appearance of a slightly overweight man, with long hair, and continued forward. As he neared the bar, he altered his appearance to his ordinary one, and entered. He saw only a few people, none of them noteworthy. The bartender spoke to him, "We're getting ready to close, If you want a drink order quick." He raised an eyebrow at the bartender. "You stay open until I'm done," he said, not needing to speak of the consequences, for his tone made it obvious. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| The bartender looks up at Caine through a pair thin silver framed glasses, contempt
clearly visible in his eyes. "I close when I close, and if you don't like that you'll find your ass nailed to a tree," he said pleasantly, pulling a straight sword from beneath the counter. The dull gleam on it's edge was a sure indicator that it was lined with silver. He nodded to Kimura and then turned to the exotic looking Kismet. "Interesting drink for a pretty thing like you," he said as he set a glass in front of her and poured the liqour from a dusty green bottle. |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5888 days Last activity: 5153 days |
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| Kimure raised an eyebrow at the bartender. "What kind of brew do you have? Something dark and full bodied preferably. And I'll take a shot of tattoo. Make it a double." She began to roll a cigarette. She licked the edge and let it dangle from her lips. "You mind?" | |||
Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable  Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 101 days Last activity: 101 days |
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| Name: Aria von Hedwiger
Age: 372 Gender: Female Clan/species: Shadu vampire Appearance: Aria stands 5'4" and weighs about 115lbs. She has fair skin with long golden brown haid usually in a braid or bun and blue eyes. Aria wears dark colors when on assassination missions, but otherwise wears various fashionable outfits. Though she wears outfits and makeup that ensures that no attention is drawn to her so that she isn't memorable unless she wants to be. History: Aria was the youngest daughter of Herr Wilhem von Hedwiger (v. Hedwinger is an ancient German noble family) and was born in 1635 with the name Gretchen but she changed it to Aria in the 1980s because it blended in better with the other odd names hippies gave to their children... and she likes opera. By bringing her into the Shadu clan when she was 22 they gained better access to her family's fortune and gave her the power that she would have otherwise lacked in life. Over the centuries, Aria has become one of the clan's top members. Her skills as a negotiator were taught to her from birth and have had much refining over the past 350 years, and she has become adept at assassination. Out of necessity she has learned many languages, and speaks each with little to no accent, though when she becomes very angry traces of the old German accent surface. To those that know who she is, just the sight of a frown on her face and a cell phone in her hand is enough to get her whatever she wants. Weapons: Aria carries a silenced Glock 9mm and a set of three combat-ready throwing knives with silvered edges. ***************************************************** *A black Mercedes pulls into the parking lot of Pockets and a short woman with her golden brown hair tied into a long braid steps out. Dressed in what can only be described as casual business attire, she wears a white blouse, a black skirt that goes to mid-calf with a slit up the side, flat dress shoes, and a long grey wool coat. She walks into the bar shortly after Caine and takes a seat nearer the two women, ignoring the comments passing between the pale man and the bartender* "May I have a glass of Bärenjäger, please?" *Aria's voice doesn't betray an accent, though she pronounces the name of the drink perfectly* |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| OOC: Hey, I'm just going to tweak my werewolf around, I suppose. I took a disliking to the previous character I mentioned.
Name: Ionesco Darian Age: 222 Gender: Male Clan: Werewolf Appearance: Height: 5'10”, Skin: Pale, Eyes: Red, Hair: Thick, Wild Grey Hair. Has a slim, lean frame, and much more enjoys the simple life of a wolf over the life of a human any day. He wears a white dress shirt, thin red arm bands, a black suit coat, and suit pants. He likes to look sophisticated when he's a dreary human. Weapons: A very sharp, very mean sword. Ionesco felt somewhat lost. This was the bar he was supposed to head to, then? Well, whatever. He does what he is told. He opened the door to see a very cross bartender scolding who appeared to be a vampire. Hmm, what a lively place. He slowly walked over and took a seat, knowing some man or women or transvestite would recognize him and call him to his purpose when needed. |
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WhiteRose Warrior Sailor Delerium Have you ever spent days and days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no ones ever eaten before? Like chicken and telephone ice cream?...Green mouse ice cream was the worst. Since: 08-17-04 From: The Dreaming Since last post: 4453 days Last activity: 5157 days |
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| She smirks at the vampire acting though when it isn't necessary. Then She smiles at the bartender at the remark "What can I say? It reminds me of home. And thank you" As she takes the glass and puts it to her lips, sipping it slowly, closing her eyes, but keeping all other sense open, enjoying the taste. | |||
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| The bartender nods to Kimura, "By all means." Reaching into the breast pocket of his black dress shirt he retrieves a silver zippo and flicks it open to light her cigarette.
After lighting it he deftly pours a double shot of Tattoo and begins to reach for a beer mug before pausing and looking at Kimura. "Sake ga suki desu ka." Reaching back he retrieves a glass and pours a generous amount of Bärenjäger from a dark brown bottle. None of the bottles have labels on them. "Hier sind Sie ma'am. Wie ist Ihr Abend bis jetzt gewesen?" he say's in fluent German as he sets the glass down in front of Aria. "You are quite welcome ma'am," he say's to Kismet. (Last edited by Pockets on 04-18-07 02:08 AM) |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5888 days Last activity: 5153 days |
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| Kimura takes a long drag on her cigarette and eyes the bartender curiously. She responds to him positively, in his asking of her liking for sake. "Hai, daisuki desu." Yes she loved it. She took a long drag and wondered how this person could possibly know that she spoke Japanese. She did not look native to Japan at all. | |||
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 101 days Last activity: 101 days |
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| *Aria blinked, she did not expect a bartender to speak Japanese and German*
"Gut, und Ihren Abend?" *She glanced at the girl he had spoken in Japanese to, then back at the bartender* "Sake is quite good, but do you have only the kind served hot or the one that is good cold as well?" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Ionesco sat alone in the bar, twiddling his fingers and humming a little tune.to himself. He was trying to stop his drinking, it really was getting to his health. But those delicious storehouses of God's Nectar called to him, and every sound shook his eardrums violently, showing the power of the temptation.
He dropped his walking cane off at his table, and played with the tattoo of the the eyelash under his eye before standing up and walking over to the counter. "Pardon me, friend, but for a shiny pence here, might I interest you in exchanging for a bottle for those delicious liquids? Give me the tender's taste, whatever you most prefer, I'll try everything. My tongue is dry from this abstinence and I can't live with it anymore." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| "Ziemlich gut, ma'am. Hier auf Geschäft oder Vergnügen, wenn ich bitten kann?"
He say's to Aria. "And yes I do have Sake that is served chilled." Turning back to Kimura he winks and retreats into the back for a moment. When he returns he has two white procelain bottles in his hands. One has steam issuing from the mouth and the other is obviously chilled, moisture collecting on the outside. Setting them down he pours a small glass for the ladies and sets them down. Turning to Ionesco he squints slightly and studies him for a moment. "I think I have something you would be interested in." Turning he reaches over the glasses behind him and moves a painting on the wall revealing a safe behind it. Turning a quick combination he opens the safe and retrieves a clear bottle so covered in dust that it leaves a large cloud behind when he moves it. He picks up a very small shot glass and pours a minute amount of a bright green liquid into it very carefully setting it in front of Ionesco. "Let's see if that is to your liking." |
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GuardianOni Shaman  Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5842 days Last activity: 5301 days |
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| Name: Grim
Age: 500 Gender: Male Clann/Race: Werewolf Appearance: 6' 6" Strong, and thick build. Dark Red hair with grey streaks, in a short ponytail. Greyblue eyes. And a blood red, two week old beard. He also sports an old scar that runs virticle over his left eye, starting in the middle of his forehead, and ending just short of his beard. He wears a brown leather duster, weighted strangely. History: Grim was 21 when he was turned to the imortal life of lycanthropy. He was the sheriff of a county in Scotland. Those that formed the Brotherhood, saw need of law keepers, and warriors. And he was one of the first to be turned under the banner of the brotherhood. He has fought many battles, lost many friends, and blead so much blood for them. And he is tired. Weapons: A custom browning highpower. And a hand-and-a-half sword. *********************************** The door opens and Grim is in the doorway. He takes a long pull on his cigar as he surveys the room in front of him. Letting out a large cloud of smoke he enters, a slight limp in his step. He walks into the room noticing the vampires and werewolves at the bar. Taking another puff he strides to the bar, his boots loud as he crosses the room. He takes the cigar out of his mouth and holding it in his left hand says. "Barkeep. Scotch if you please. And as old as you got it." He speaks with no accent. (Last edited by GuardianOni on 04-18-07 06:37 AM) |
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WhiteRose Warrior Sailor Delerium Have you ever spent days and days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no ones ever eaten before? Like chicken and telephone ice cream?...Green mouse ice cream was the worst. Since: 08-17-04 From: The Dreaming Since last post: 4453 days Last activity: 5157 days |
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| She sets down her drink and looks around again, seeing the new comers she heard come in. She thinks to herself. " For a bar that is closing soon, there are sure a lot of people coming in for last minute drinks." | |||
DarkGuardian Swordfighter  Since: 01-15-05 From: The Shadowlands Since last post: 6387 days Last activity: 5346 days |
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| Name: Ghost
Age: 350 Gender: Male Appearance: Ghost stands at 6' 2". he has black hair with red streaks in it that falls to about his shoulders. He wears black b.d.u's with military issue steel toed combat boots which are about 2 sizes to big so when he transforms into his hybrid form his clothes fit. He wears no shirt but instead wears a blood red floor length trench coat. He has a tattoo of 3 large claw marks going across his chest. Weapons: A separating swallow Enters the bar right on Grim's heel's in time to hear the bartender speaking in german and in Japanese. The scruffy looking guy recieved a shot with a bright green liqour in it. As Grim sat at the bar Ghost finally got a good look at the bartender. "What the fuck are you doing behind the bar ass wipe?" he barks out as he slams the door behind him and stomps over to the bar. Sitting down he glances at the green liqour, then at the dust covered bottle. "Absinthe?" "Good eye, friend," the bartender says grinning at Ghost. "Still got them?" he asks. Ghost stands and moves his red trench slightly to the side revealing a hilt of a sheathed blade tucked under it's folds. "Of course. Gimme that bottle would you?" He snatches up the bottle and takes a long draught. Slamming it down he lets out an explosive breath and his eyes cross slightly. "Damn that's good stuff." He swivels about on his bar stool and surveys the collected beings. "So what's the party occasion?" he asks. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| As ghost slams back the very old bottle of Absinthe the bartender chuckles
and shakes his head. He walks over to Grim and pulls yet another dusty bottle from beneath the counter. "Hmmm... 150 year's old my grizzled looking friend," he says as he pours the Scotch into a glass. "You'd like it neat I would imagine?" He slides the glass forward so that it rests in front of Grim and then slides an ashtray over to both him and Kimura. "Please try not to get any ash on the floor, I just had the carpets cleaned." He pauses and looks around the room. He seems to be counting slowly in his head and after a moment nods to himself as if confirming something. "Well," he says. "It looks like the gang's all here." He get's another glass and pulls an unlabled wine bottle off a shelf. Pulling the cork he pours himself a glass of a deep red wine and takes a sip. "Thank you all very much for coming. I would like to take this opportunity to inform you why you have been invited here." He set's down his glass and leans over the bar, meeting everyones gaze in turn. "There is a sickness within the Brotherhood. A cancer. And I have chosen you seven, to be the cure." |
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DarkGuardian Swordfighter Since: 01-15-05 From: The Shadowlands Since last post: 6387 days Last activity: 5346 days |
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| Ghost looks at the bartender " A sickness?" He reaches into his trench and pulls out a pack of Camel filters and takes one out, then places them back and lights it with a black zippo.
"Will this sickness cause any problems? Oh and by the way you got any steak or food?" "If you do, I would like a steak as rare as possible." Ghost takes a drag off his smoke and looks around the bar looking at the people gathered and sizing them up in his head. "This is quite a motley crew you have here." He say turning back to look at the bartender with a smile. |
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