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 Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 12:53 pm
 𝓐ries 𝓜cCoy ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ She blushes a bit but her color soon returns. She smiles softly this time. "I'm...well....I'm Aries..." she said a bit shyly. "It It is a pleasure to make y-your aquaintence" she brushes some hair from her face with her free hand and looks at him. "and it's okay....I was just worried" she smiles once again. ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ╔══════════════╗
Where: The captain's deck as a waitress
Wearing: work uniform
With: A injured man I dont know
Thoughts: well here goes nothing
Status: single
Money: 850 in the bank and 93 dollars on hand
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 1:29 am
 Dominic Morrison The doors to the establishment opened and Dominic walked in. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a gray t-shirt and some jeans. His red eye looking around before he made his way over to the stoold and sat down as he waited for anyone to come serve him. The man could really use a drink right about now. He noticed the girl behind the counter and simply waited. He did not want to a nuisence so he would wait until she was down. His one eyes scanning the room as he had a serious look on his face. He just wanted to drink and then leave back to his home.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 8:18 am
𝓐ries 𝓜cCoy ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Aries spots the man coming into through the door and smiles "hi! welcome to The Captain's Deck I will be right with you!" she said trying to be kind and professional about it. She looks at the man she was just talking to and nods "I will be right back" she said and heads over to where the guy that just walked in was. "hi I'm Aries and I'll be your server today what can I get for you?" ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ╔══════════════╗
Where: The captain's deck as a waitress
Wearing: work uniform
With: A injured man I dont know
Thoughts: well here goes nothing
Status: single
Money: 850 in the bank and 93 dollars on hand
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 11:04 am
  The sky had turned dark by the time the young woman finished getting settled into her new home. While the house her parents had gotten for her was nice, there was something.. off.. about all of this. Sighing as she left her house and headed to the bar, the raven haired young woman knew that she was just overreacting and that she just had to calm herself down. A few drinks should loosen her up a bit.. or rather, that was what she was hoping would happen. Brushing her fingers through her hair, Skye jumped a little bit as a car horn blared at her as she almost stepped into the street and into oncoming traffic. "Ah man, I need to watch where I'm going.." She mumbled as she stepped back onto the sidewalk and waited for the light to signal her to cross the road. Once the light changed, Skye sprinted across the street and over to the large building that had The Captain's Deck written on it.
After inspecting the outside of the building for a moment, Skye pushed the doors open and stepped inside. A slightly surprised look crossed her face as she didn't expect to hear the soft jazz music that was playing. It was nice though, much nicer than the bass heavy music and strobe lights of a typical club. Not that those were bad either, they just gave her a headache after a while. Her yellow eyes glowed slightly under the soft lighting as she headed over to the bar table. Finding a seat at the first empty stool, she passed a casual glance at the person next to her; a male with white hair. 'I wonder if that's the natural color?' Skye wondered to herself before she shook her head a little bit and moved to take her bag off of her shoulder, accidentally bumping the man. "s**t. Sorry." She said quickly, flushing a little bit as she really didn't want to get into any fights and the guy next to her looked like the sort that wouldn't be happy that she bumped into him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 11:09 pm
Dominic Morrison
Dominic looked at Aries in the eyes, a cold gaze piercing through her's. He had an eyepatch so he could only see through one eye it was kinda ironic that the place had a pirate name to it and he looked like one due to the eyepatch. "I would just like some whiskey. If I can get the whole bottle that would be good." He simply said to her before looking away as he waited for his drink, his eyes looking around before before he felt something into him. He was about to pop off on the person before he noticed it was a girl. The first thing he looked at where her yellow eyes, there was something about them but he soon looked forward. "It's alright."He said a bit coldly as his eye looked forward. His scent changed a bit due to his incubus side. It would change depending on his mood and right now he was a little intrigued by the woman but he refused to admit even to himself. It was oart of his stubborn and cold personality.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 9:04 am
𝓐ries 𝓜cCoy ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Aries nods and grabs a bottle of whisky and takes the whole bottle to him. "here you are" she said with a smile. Then looks to the girl. "welcome to The Captain's Deck my name is Aries and I'll be your server today is there anything I can get you?" she asks the girl. ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ╔══════════════╗
Where: The captain's deck as a waitress
Wearing: work uniform
With: A injured man I dont know
Thoughts: well here goes nothing
Status: single
Money: 850 in the bank and 93 dollars on hand
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 11:50 am
Skye looked at the man she had accidentally hit and right away tell that this wasn't going to end well. Tensing up and preparing to get hit, she then blinked and tilted her head a little as he just looked forward instead of hitting her. Tilting her head at him a little bit, she gave a small nod before an odd look crossed her face as she instantly picked up on the man's scent change. Staring at him curiously as she wondered what the new smell coming off of the male was. She wanted to question it, but knew better than to do something stupid like that. Though it was obvious from the look on her face that she noticed there was something different.
Skye stared at him longer than she probably should have before her attention was drawn to the girl behind the counter as she spoke. "Huh?" She said before she shook her head a little bit. "Oh.. Right." She said, blushing just a little bit. Her bright yellow eyes then looked at the menu in front of her. Maybe she should get some food to eat as well, considering she had forgotten to eat while unpacking. "Could I get some mozzarella sticks and a Sour Apple Martini." She said, flashing a small smile at the woman. If someone was looking at her close enough, they would see that her canine teeth were a little longer than a humans.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 1:20 pm
Dominic Morrison Dominic took the bottle of whiskey and gave the bartender a nod before starting to pour himself some of the whiskey in a shot glass, then drinking it. He poured himself more whiskey once again, his eyes looking forward. His eyes were full of anger and a bit of sadness. He turned his gaze to the girl next to her able to tell she was not human. Her eye color, scent, and her canines made it noticible. "Kitsune..." He pasued before shaking his head. "No. Werewolf." He said to her before chugging down the next shot of whiskey. He was mostly there to forget but maybe meeting someone new would not be such a bad idea. He looked at her before looking forward once again as he poured more whiskey. It took a lot of alcohol for him to get drunk or even buzzed so he was fine.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 2:55 pm
𝓐ries 𝓜cCoy ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Aries once again nods and goes off to get the girl's order prepared. She smiles and hums as she makes the sour apple martini and then walks over to the girl and places the drink in front of her "I'll return with your mozarella sticks shortly" she said and then goes to the back to get the food prepared. ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ╔══════════════╗
Where: The captain's deck as a waitress
Wearing: work uniform
With: A injured man I dont know
Thoughts: well here goes nothing
Status: single
Money: 850 in the bank and 93 dollars on hand
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 3:24 pm
Skye gently bounced her foot as she sat at the bar stool. The raven haired young woman then tilted her head a little bit, her bright yellow eyes flickering over to the man next to her. "Huh?" She said, cocking her head to the side a little bit. Wait.. what had he said? How could he possibly know that she was a werewolf? Staring at him for a moment, she then blinked and looked over at the bartender, smiling again, this time she made an effort to keep her larger canines hidden. "Thank you." She said before she picked up the martini glass and took a sip, her yellow eyes widening slightly as she was startled by how tasty it was. Taking a second sip, her gaze once again flickered over to the white haired man sitting next to her. Whoa, how was he able to chug whiskey like that? How was he able to not fall over. She herself hated the strong taste of alcohol like that. After sitting there a moment, she couldn't keep herself quiet anymore. "So, how did you know that I'm a.. well.. you know." She said, not wanting to outright say what she was. After what had happened before she moved to the city, she was a bit.. hesitant.. and frightened to admit what she was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 6:00 am
 ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Crevan Guardian Spirit
❛𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁. 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 a𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁..
B𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎.❜
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Mood: Frustrated (Bruised eye, Bandaged Arms) | Company: No One | Wearing: Sweater and Sweat Pants | Marital Status: Engaged | Money: $860
He'd order a couple more drinks, gulp down its contents, feeling the dizziness slowly get to him. It feels a lot less painful that way. His life, his.. existence. He wanted to spend his few remaining months in peace, not feeling any pain, any misery. He wanted it all to end peacefully. Who knows? Perhaps he might only have a week left? A couple days left? Or perhaps tonight might just be his last day? No one knew just how long his star ball would last before it shatters completely. Who knows just how long he'll be able to hold out before he'd find his hands starting to fade away again. What would become of him? Would he turn into specks of dust? Would he simply revert to a fox? Would he turn into a statue? What would happen to Angel? Would he do something foolish? Like joining him in the afterlife? The fox furrowed his brows, his tails swaying impatiently behind him as he fell deep into his thoughts. That man was trouble but it was a bundle of trouble the fox can't seem to tear himself away from. He worried for Angel's well-being. He worried that this temporary 'engagement' would lead that foolish model to think that he wouldn't be able to love another person the same way he loved Crevan. That was why he was so reluctant to propose in the first place. He wanted Angel to find someone else to love, to untie himself from this dying fox. He buried his face into his hands as he clenched his jaw. What was he doing? No.
What can he do?
It wasn't until the woman spoke up that the fox would remove his hands from his face and shift his gaze towards her. Was she blushing? It certainly seemed like it. He snorted and shook his head. He had a smug appearance smeared across his features which gave off the feeling as if he was mocking her, He wasn't. He was just a miserable man, trying to find laughter in the smallest things. She did have a beautiful name. Aries. "Like the horoscope Aries? Well, isn't that pleasant to the ears." answered the man quietly as he fiddled around with the empty cup. His cheeks were flushed from the amount of alcohol he downed in such a small amount of time. Her hands were delicate when he recalled how he pressed his lips against them just moments earlier. She had fingers long and slender, very feminine to say the least. If anything, she's a very shy person. One he'd take interest picking on if only he weren't in such a sour mood. An eyebrow was raised when she claimed to be worried about his well-being. What was she worried about? His bleeding arm? His patched eye? They weren't causing him any pain, at least not to the point where it's unbearable. Crevan shrugged and brushed it off, deciding it wasn't anything worth fussing over. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. Nothing too major." he ran his fingers through his hair, brushing them backwards and revealing his face that he kept hidden underneath his silver locks. He'd shoot her a glance with his single eye and send a small smile her way. "Thanks for worrying, love. Ain't that sweet of you." he stated before he gave his empty glass a shook. "Another." He's getting dead drunk tonight. No worries, no regrets. Drink it away, let his mind drift off, let life take him wherever he should be, as long as there was no pain, he'd be fine wherever he goes. If it be death, so be it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 7:00 am
xxxx → тнυяsםαч, ғєвяυαяч ⑧тн ←
םαч ④ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ①②③ ◦
( ④ мσитнs, ③ םαчs )
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 9:36 pm
  ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Stepping into the club was an instant mood changer for Zara. It was close to the beach shores, the atmosphere was dark and sensual, the air thick with sexual tension, and the suggestive music played low and slow. The siren could marinate in the heat of her surroundings. Before she reached the backroom, the blonde was already stripping. By the time she reached the door to the Dancers' vanity changing room, she was holding her unhooked bra in place. The bartender standing not too far eyeing her let out an audible chuckle. Zara glanced at the man, flashed him an innocent smile and a shrug before slipping off the bra and disappearing into the room.
Getting dressed was the beginning of all the fun. It allowed her an excuse to be narcissistic. She stood in front of the mirror, doing her makeup topless, humming the song playing just outside the vanity walls with a cigarette burning between her lips. Zara applied the deepest red lipstick she could find in her makeup bag, kissed the excess product off onto the mirror, and began the process of curling her hair and picking out her costume. The siren's usual choice was something lacy and light colored. Maybe a powder pink or something pastel and spring colored. Tonight, however, she decided to take on the contrary. Sh chose a black harness lingerie set and paired it with a pair of thigh high heels and threw on a sheer robe overtop.
She let the curls of her hair fall sensually over her right eye, and carefully finished it off with a crown of roses. Zara sprayed herself with rose water perfume to dilute the smell of her cigarette smoke, grabbed a feathered hand fan which she used to air out the vanity room, and stepped out into the club dressed and ready to play.
The bartender from earlier was used to Zara's flow. He already had a glass of red wine waiting for her on the countertop. He went about warning her - per usual - about smoking inside the dressing room, and the siren sighed and responded with a, "Yes, daddy." which expectedly made the man blush. ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ The Captain's Deck || ᴡɪᴛʜ No one || ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ $1000
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs Single || ᴍᴏᴏᴅ Euphoric || ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ Costume/Lingerie
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 1:59 am
 ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Rigel 'Jax' Falkov Dragonkin
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling: Worried, Surprised | I'm with: Zara | I'm wearing: Casual | I have feelings for: No One | I have: $1000
He head home and take a quick shower before he dropped his elder brother back at the hospital. As much as Camil would protest, Rigel knew it was for the best but it seems, his illness took a drastic turn. Had he realised Camil had been feeling feverish, he wouldn't have brought him out in the first place. By the time they reached the hospital, he was once again rushed in for treatment. It seems his body had developed a fairly strange reaction to the medication he overdosed on just a few days ago. Rigel had only left once he was assured that they'd give him a call as soon as his brother was alright. He had always been fairly protective over his elder sibling compared to the rest. Perhaps it was because Camil had always pampered him since they were both children. He chuckled and shook his head, parking his car a street away before he got out and walked into the dark establishment.
The atmosphere was dark and the music was soothing, but then again, with how dense his brain was, it wasn't likely for him to pick up on how sensual the atmosphere is within the establishment. He'd adjust his tie before he made his way towards the counter though the encounter with the rather.. under dressed women were rather.. discomforting. He'd only cast them a smile before he walked away, completely unaware that he had so abruptly left them in cold water. He'd sit in silence, unlike his usual demeanor. He seemed a little less air-headed, a little less idiotic like how he came off to be. In fact, he appeared almost as if he were a little distressed, a little on-edge but of course, his ever existent smile never left his lips despite so. "A glass of red wine would do." he ordered, fiddling with the wedding ring upon his ring finger. So tomorrow would be the ninth month anniversary of his wife's death. He breathed a sigh, wondering if things would be any different if he found out sooner, if he tried just a little harder.
Would she have been fine if he had left her alone in the past? Perhaps so. Instead of being gloomy over this subject matter, he shifted his golden eye(s?) towards his drink that arrived shortly after. He'd take the glass within his fingers, and he'd bring it to his lips. It tasted sweet, with the lingering sourness upon the tip of his tongue. It was a good wine, nonetheless but instead of drinking it, he'd simply stare at his drink, admire the deep shade of maroon though sooner or later, he seemed to have picked up on a rather familiar voice. One that sounded rather sensual. No, that couldn't be. That hobbit was known for her yelling if anything. Her high pitched screams were the only thing he had been hearing ever since he met her. What did he do wrong? It was only a misunderstanding. There was no need for such a huge reaction. He battled his own thoughts within his mind, half tempted to turn his head, half tempted to just carry on with his business. The former half won out. He lifted his gaze, the sight of a rather short woman with silky platinum blonde locks inviting his gaze. Is that..?
He choked on his drink and blinked a couple of times. Her? No. She wouldn't be working in a place like this. Not in that get up. Then again, had he walked into some sort of stripper's club? "Good lord, I must be exhausted." he shook his head, though in the end, he decided to call out to her nonetheless. "You wouldn't be that tiny woman I met at the grocery store just days ago, would you?" he asked, squinting his eyes just to get a better view. He had been searching for her since the event ended but it seems she was a step ahead and had left the museum before Rigel could even find her. "U-um.. you-.. didn't you tell me you were.. fifteen?" he asked, giving her a once over before confusion took over his features. Or perhaps it was just him.
Now.. what was her name again..?
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 2:39 am
▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ She's been singing to herself the entire time. Zara wasn't due for a performance until later when the crowd was full of older men with deeper pockets and more mature taste. They were going to drag out the piano for her covered in rose petals - the siren took the aesthetic and ambiance of her performances very seriously. Probably something she took on her from mother and her need to have the epitome of perfection in every musical ballet number she did.
Funny to compare ballet dancing to something as crude as this.
Zara flashed her smiles at the men that walked by, rejecting their offers for personal dances. Her standards were high. And so was her worth. Red wine in hand, Zara took in the scene, whispered the last word to the music playing and lifted the glass to her lips that were curled into a sinister smile. Doing so, she felt another set of eyes on her. She hadn't bothered seeing who it was just yet. Let them stare. Let them enjoy themselves. If they needed anything they'd approach her right? The siren rested her glass down, tucked a platinum lock behind her ear, and adjusted her bust in her harness bra. These will leave on mark won't they? She pouted running a finger over the red spot the straps left across her cleavage.
"You wouldn't be that tiny woman I met at the grocery store just days ago, would you?" That voice was awfully familiar... Zara's sapphire eyes rose from her chest to the man a couple seats down the bar. The face was unfamiliar at first, which, quite frankly, was odd considering how the voice just seemed to belong to someone who's name sat on the tip of her tongue. "Didn't you tell me you were fifteen?"
Rigel.
Her initial reaction was annoyance, but registering where he was of all places... and how relatively... nice he was dressed, replaced her irritation with amusement. Zara cocked her head to the side, and made her way around the bar towards him. She stood fairly close to him, just about eye level as he was seated and she was in heels, and leaned on the counter, "Why? Concerned you'll catch a case? I like your tie by the way..." Zara eyed him for a second, the amusement as clear on her face as Rigel's confusion was on his own. She almost dared to reach out and feel the fabric of the tie around his neck, but decided it was best to keep the distance they had left. "Do you know where you are? You were so flustered at the suggestion of sex back in the grocery store and yet... here you are..." ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ The Captain's Deck || ᴡɪᴛʜ Rigel || ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ $1000
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs Single || ᴍᴏᴏᴅ Euphoric and Amused || ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ Costume/Lingerie
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