Jack
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Post by Jack on Jul 1, 2009 13:55:41 GMT -8
The door of the Mended Drum opens and a figure in a dark travelling cloak walks in. The figure is tall, around 6 feet, and has a muscular build. He takes a seat at the center of the bar and surveys the assorted crowd in the establishment, which is fairly empty this early in the afternoon. "A vodka, straight with no ice," he says to the barkeep. "This should handle the charge," he said putting an old gold coin on the bar. He then proceeded to down his vodka.
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Post by Talon and Alila on Jul 3, 2009 21:12:43 GMT -8
Talon wandered into the front of the bar, he walked over to the bar surprised that so few people where here, he sat down next to jack and looked at the bar keep, A moment later the barkeeper brought over a small glass and filled it for him, The stuff smelled like a alchol mixed with a small bit of vanilla, Talon sipped it calmly, he looked over at jack, " allo there", he said with a small smile and half assed wave
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Post by Jack on Jul 4, 2009 11:23:48 GMT -8
Jack looked at the dark man sitting next to him. "Morning, or afternoon.... as I think it might be now. Nice bar you have in this town. Name's Jack." as Jack leans over to shake his hand.
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Post by Talon and Alila on Jul 4, 2009 15:36:41 GMT -8
Talon shakes the mans hand with a mild smile, " Hello jack I'm death, how are you today?", Talon said still grinning
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Post by Jack on Jul 14, 2009 22:01:51 GMT -8
Jack looked at the man with a strange look. Within this look were equal parts surprise, disgust, and happiness. "For the love of God! I've looked for you for how many years now.... and you show up NOW...!... during this delicious drink?" Jack sighs heavily. "Can I at least finish my drink?"
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Post by Talon and Alila on Jul 16, 2009 23:39:41 GMT -8
Talon laughed," sorry jack i"m not your death, I'm just death kinda all around controller of death and such", talon said as a bar fight began to break out.
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Post by Jack on Jul 25, 2009 16:39:09 GMT -8
"What the fu...." Jack was cut off by the large man who had apparently taken offense to something his bar stool had done and decided to punish it on the back of Jack's head. "Hold on a just a sec..." groaned Jack as he rose from the ground. "Now then... you with the half a bar stool. That wasn't very friendly, now was it." Jack dusted off his shirt and smiled at the man. Then Jack's right arm whipped out and grasped the man by the side of the face, fingers digging in behind the ear and thumb under the chin. He then shifted his weight to the right, dropping his shoulder, hurling the man to the floor. "I'd suggest you apologize to that poor bar stool," Jack stated with an odd gleam in his eye and a snide grin.
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