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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 2:25 pm
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First comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed, But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings. Only at first did it have its appeal, but now you can't tell the false from the real
Location: Streets of Doux Company: Aislinn Funds: £931 [bank] Pockets: Key's, Old cellphone, 2 pack of cigarettes { 12 left } and old flip lighter Bag: Notepad and pencils, Old Illusion tome, Potion recipe book
Noah gave a small chuckle at the end before nodding "Same here I've only been here for a little bit and it's the same for you so neither of us have really had time to get to know many people on the street, surprising as nearly everyone seems friendly" he said with a shrug before looking into her eyes now she'd zipped up her jacket before he ran a hand though his hair and chuckled a little "Hmmm An idea just popped into my head out of the blue, want to have a cup of tea with me I remember you said you'd want to try one I make when we talked at the shop?" he asked looking away as he waited for her answer feeling a little nervous about her reply as a small blush tinged his cheeks
Statues and empires are all at your hands, Water to wine and the finest of sands. When all that you have's turnin' stale and its cold, Oh you'll no longer fear when your heart's turned to gold.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 2:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 10:38 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 10:48 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 1:58 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 11:31 pm
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ll 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Neutral ll 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► $1000, Briefcase, Dual AMT Hardballers., 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Suit, 1940's trilby'Do you have it?' Jack asked, his voice barely a whisper, however still audible in the quiet street. He would've preferred another location entirely, a nondescript warehouse or somesort. But arranging a meeting at a more agreeable location on such a short notice was next to impossible. After a moment of silence, the man whom Jack knew as Mortimer--Jack was sure that wasn't the man's real name--answered, 'Yes, we have heard the news, my employers are pleased that you've retired our dear friend.' Mortimer held up a metal briefcase in his hand, opening it slightly just so Jack could see it's contents. Jack nodded in satisfaction, all was well. 'All is accounted for, I presume.''Your presumptions are true.' Mortimer chuckled, handing over the briefcase. He began walking away, Jack pivoted on his heels, eager to end the meeting. ''Send my regards to your beautiful daughter.' Jack heard Mortimer said. Jack Harper, scoffed, never in a million years would he expose her daughter to people like him. Right now though, he wanted to see her. O.O.C> To yumi, I'll be editing this post later with it's own layout and stuff. I just wanted to get itout first so Irneth can reply. >..<
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 9:59 am
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ll 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Neutral ll 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► $1000, Briefcase, Dual AMT Hardballers., 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Suit, 1940's trilbyIt seemed like their meeting had another set of ears tuning in, though the girl tried to hide the fact. She gave little hints, namely the twitch her little weird ears did. Jack had met a quite a few oddities in his life, even extending to those meta humans. This was no exception, he only hoped his daughter wouldn't have to meet these people. Some of them were nice, that he admit, but he'd rather not have her daughter mingle with them. Too many unknowns. The squirrel girl was taking pictures or at least seemed like it, Jack wasn't absolutely convinced. He walked casually out into the open streets, following the girl at a respectable pace just to see where she was headed. If the girl did hear what his meeting entailed, she wasn't fazed by the items being discussed. That in itself warranted some measure of respect. O.O.C> <
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 10:52 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 11:24 am
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ll 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Neutral ll 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► $1000, Briefcase, Dual AMT Hardballers., 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Suit, 1940's trilbyThe small woman had made no attempt to break into a dash, instead she kept to her pace, either her meta human senses wasn't picking up on Jack or she was feigning ignorance. Probably the former, but Jack didn't make it a habit to underestimate people. Not even a squirrel girl. She rounded a corner, Jack inhaled softly, no rush, he thought as he followed the girl. He made mental notes about the girl, her build, height, her hair colour, and the little quirks. The bounce in her step and the need to hum told him the girl was chipper. Reminded him of Evelyn a long time ago, happy as a bunny, his thoughts always came back to his daughter. Jack sighed and began to pick up his pace, he needed to wrap this up quick and get back to Evelyn. First, he'd need to ascertain how much information this girl had and made sure she didn't squeak. O.O.C> <
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 12:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 9:59 pm
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ll 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Neutral ll 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► $1000, Briefcase, Dual AMT Hardballers., 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Suit, 1940's trilbyShe turned another corner, Jack followed with measured steps, like a wolf stalking a sheep, or in this case, a squirrel. Once Jack had cleared the corner, the squirrel girl was already far ahead, she had broke into a run, her head swiveling to the side. She was rather fast, there was no way Jack could keep up with her with the pace he was set in, he'd have to break into a run himself. The briefcase made it slightly difficult, though it was hardly a matter. Jack was old, he admitted that, out of his prime even. But with age came wisdom, and in his line of work, wisdom was something quite valuable. He had reviewed the neighbourhood and committed the map to memory, Jack took another turn one that brought him to cut the girl's intended path. He picked up the pace, though the shortcut would bring him face to face with the girl, he'd need to hurry lest her feet carries her further. Jack emerged from the shortcut, walking briskly, he adjusted his tie , 'Let's talk.' Intimidation and style came a long way, though at an expense. O.O.C> < run run lil squirrel >: D
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 6:46 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 7:05 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 7:18 am
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