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Post by shortguyoa on Apr 23, 2009 16:57:24 GMT -5
Sir .... can you kindly not stand so close to my sister and nephew ?
He grunts, and continues to stare down at the female, and the boy. He pointedly ignores the voice, for several long moments, and then finally turns, his steps just as heavy before. He stalks away, past the new comer, who was evidently related the other two. He mutters about families, and brushes past her, his massive frame forcing her to either move aside, or be walked upon.
"Excuse me"
He politely rumbles, without pausing, or slowing his strides.
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Post by The Vampire KnOT on Apr 23, 2009 17:34:30 GMT -5
Crossing his arms over his chest, the vampire slowly steps fourth from the shadows of the night, moving to appear behind his sister Lita, his eyes watching the stranger, Edward Bearson as the figure moves about his family members, drawing a cigarette to his lips, he mutters something beneath his breath before bringing his black zippo to meet the tip of his smoke with an subtle burst of flame, keeping silent and to himself, KnOT Death merely spectates over the others for the time being.
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Lita Death
Youngling
That Which Does Not Kill Me ........ Had Better Run Pretty Damn Fast
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Post by Lita Death on Apr 23, 2009 17:44:57 GMT -5
Lita smiles and walks to her sister and nephew ruffling his hair and smiling down at him turning to her sister she watches her carefully.
Lita's voice echos softly in Edward Bearson's head " take two rights and a left and you will reach your new job ... and good luck "
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Post by shortguyoa on Apr 23, 2009 17:45:53 GMT -5
He barely notes the smaller male as he continues, his gaze not wavering, and his gait the same steady pace he had before. He smirks slightly to himself as Lita scampers out of the way. He enters the city proper, and thuds around, inhaling deeply, seeking the street that smells the most strongly of metal. He finds it, and stomps into the smithy, and casts a gaze around at the empty building. He shrugs, and goes about setting up the forge, to start work the next day. He figured no one would mind, and if they did... Well, he figured that sucked for them.
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Post by Kenshu Death on Apr 23, 2009 18:02:25 GMT -5
Eyes darting downwards Kenshu stares at her hands for a while gently handing Rev over to KnOT, Moving herself closer to her sister.
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Post by kestrel on Apr 24, 2009 11:32:35 GMT -5
Kestrel muttered softly looking around. Her eyes narrowed, as she watched the strange people around. Keeping quite to herself, she rested her back against the wall and nodded.
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Post by shortguyoa on Apr 24, 2009 13:14:38 GMT -5
He turned in, going to sleep once he had the forge ready. He grunts, muttering to himself about strange me, stranger women, stranger children, and the whole blasted affair. He silently hopes, that they constantly need metal work, so he could over charge them. Serves them right. He mutters softly.
Pah...damned city folk
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Post by Rev Death on Apr 27, 2009 6:30:14 GMT -5
Rev is handed over to his dad by his aunt Kenshu and looks to his aunt Lita "Hello" He smiles and giggles. Staying close to them and looks to his father "What's going on..?" He tilts his head not knowing what's going on and looks at the other presence and shakes his head
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Post by deon on Apr 28, 2009 8:21:28 GMT -5
Deon remains under a tree watching all the commotion, his body remaining still, not having moved at all, he stares at the group of vampires and then at the kid and blinks " a kid vampire.......hmmmm..." he says his eyes ever starring never blinking for a second.
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Post by Remy Lebeau on May 1, 2009 22:22:34 GMT -5
Silently leans against a tree, flicking a card up and down. A small amount of Remy's eyes could be seen. While the card was moving Remy's eyes were a pure blood red. Watching the others carefully. Not speaking at all.
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Post by Kenshu Death on May 2, 2009 6:34:16 GMT -5
Her head turning Kenshu spins her form in a fast circle noting the increase of creature or people in the area making sure she pin pointed the where abouts of each one she stopped pulling her hood up over her gaze.
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Post by desmonde on May 5, 2009 7:20:03 GMT -5
Desmonde's firey eyes, peered through the creatures that were surrounding her.
She let her teeth show just a little bit, as her own syliva fell from her k-9's. Her hair hung past her shoulders as she shoved her hands into her jean pockets, watching everyone.
Standing at the back, she leaned herself against the wall, keeping her distance.
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Thaiodin
Youngling
Just try me.
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Post by Thaiodin on May 7, 2009 4:25:05 GMT -5
He stood perched on the ledge of the Gothic structure, peering down from it's towering heights. His left arm folded in as it propped his sly looking silhouette up, he pushed the red lenses back up his nose a devilish smirk playing bluntly across his lips.
"Hm.. I wonder what fruits this place offers a guy such as myself.. so begins the new life of Thaiodin Xanar, Assassin for hire.."
He felt the wind sweep up the side of the ancient piece of architecture as the strands of snow-white flail about his dark complected face. Right hand rose to stroke his jaw-line, gloved finger tips trailing along his visage.
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Post by Kenshu Death on May 7, 2009 5:58:45 GMT -5
Waving away the others around her feeling the area become to crowded she blows a kiss to her siblings and co. Heading away from the group for some quiet time.
Sliding her hands into the pockets to her tan leather jacket she sighs feeling the cool of the material against her skin running her thumb gently along the inside lining of her pocket distracting herself with the feeling.
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Post by Immunda Kaiyo Vivere on May 17, 2009 5:40:09 GMT -5
Sitting on top of a tree he looks out across the land with his ice blue eyes, his black and white robe flapping a bit as the wind blows it softly, his sword hanging on the left side of his waist. Raising his left hand up he pulls some threads of his hair out of his face closing his eyes thinking, his hole being hidden behind his robe that was done up, which usually is not.
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