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Post by Kokuryu on Nov 7, 2009 12:41:54 GMT -5
Amuro's optics scanned his field, of peripheral vision. Noticing a new tavern; a sense of trepidation filled his lithe form, for what was beyond the doors of said Bastille? As his trepidation began to weaver he step a brave foot forward.
This would be a new epoch for this male, no longer would he occult his fears and self loathing! As he extended his svelte fingers toward the Bastille's door handle, a sense of jubilation hit him.
The thrill of the unknown was alluring and welcoming. It called to him; a burning desire to discover more and maybe find his absolution.
As he progressed inside the palatial tavern, the sights and sounds of the bar hit him like a punch. This was his first contact with others in the space of some months; but in places like these he formed an ethereal solace which soothed his furrowed cerebrum.
As he approached the bar which was hither to occulted, his vision reigned in upon an ethereal beauty, the apparent bar keep?
As he approached slowly and meticulously; his movements were poetry in motion, he was skilled at keeping a low profile; these were skills he learned in the military.
As he reached the previously occulted structure of the bar, he uttered softly to the nymph before "Can I have a bottle of Absinthe please? And the Wormwood kind, not the thujone kind!"
As he awaited his reply, he seemed ungainly in such a place.
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Post by Katsumii on Nov 7, 2009 20:29:08 GMT -5
Kymara sat at the bar, her hands clutched a bottle of Budwiser resting on the counter. Her hair was down and curled, which was very rare to see. But she was here on a mission. She had on a pink dress that just covered her knees, with matching high heels. She had also removed her several piercings. She took a swig of her beer scanning the room for any one she knew. Of course she wouldn't.. None of her friends would come here...
Time went by, and she wasn't seeming to get far in her mission. She was to find out what the angels knew about the missing royal. Every time she brought it up people would shrug it off, get mad, or change the subject. No one would actually talk about it. So eventually she gave up and decided to try and savor the rest of the evening. She ordered another beer, when a male entered the bar. He looked out of place, sort of how she felt. This intrigued her some what.
She watched him as he walked towards the bar and ordered a drink. She was sure to make sure he did not notice her stare. She averted her gaze momentarily to scan the bar. She returned to her initiate position, clasping her bottle leaning over the counter. She sighed softly, taking a drink from her beer.
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Post by Kokuryu on Nov 8, 2009 12:59:55 GMT -5
He noticed other beings in his peripheries, as he averted his gaze around the bar, a lingering sensation hit his synapses.
Some one was watching he knew this to be the case, but which individual was it? Were they a potential ally or a would-be foe? Did they wish good tidings or baleful actions?
As his cerebrum quickly formulated an exit stratagem, he awaited his drink, it was apparent this Bastille contained many occulted figures; and once more his sense of trepidation began to mount.
He mentally processed the situation and decided to play it cool, as he Lent against the black butterfly marble which formed the bar, his black leather hooded jacket fell open revealing the horrific scarring upon the right pectoral muscle.
Also revealed was the scarring upon the supple flesh of his right cheek, these wounds were gained from a failed battle he had lead! As he gazed figuratively around the room he awaited whom ever was stalking him!
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Post by Katsumii on Nov 8, 2009 13:12:02 GMT -5
The female was shocked when she noticed the male's scars. She felt as though she had to approach him and ask what happened, but she didn't want to offend the man. She decided to grab another beer and talk to him, find out why he was here at least.
She sauntered towards him, beer in hand a polite smile played across her lips, "Hi there, my name is Kymara." She paused for a moment before blurting out what she was hoping to avoid, "What are those scars from?" She quickly covered her mouth, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you..." She let her sentence trail off, taking a swig of her beer.
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Post by Kokuryu on Nov 8, 2009 15:38:11 GMT -5
The svelte male shown a level of composure beyond his years! As he gazed upon the svelte female her utterance had not even registered properly.
"These were gained from a major transgression on my part!"
As he retreated into the solace he formed around him, his stoic visage was alluring and welcoming, but also threatening and alienating!
As he gazed upon her svelte form he uttered "You are the first to ask outright"
As he went silence, the eerie and ethereal silence lingered around them; all be it the bar was full of life it seemed this stoic male was dead to such jubilation!
As he averted his gaze, he kept his stoic visage and stance remaining true to his warriors upbringing! As he pondered wearily upon the musings of others he seemed lost to other more baleful emotions!
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Post by Katsumii on Nov 9, 2009 19:34:53 GMT -5
Kymara leaned against the bar, staring at the crowd of people, wondering why she was still here. "I didn't mean to. " Her gaze dropped to the floor. "Why are you here, if you don't mind me asking. You just look, I don't know, out of place here." She looked up to him, suddenly getting really nervous being in his pressance.
(( Sorry for the short post. Not much to do/say atm. ))
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Post by Kokuryu on Nov 10, 2009 13:18:56 GMT -5
He averted his gaze to the svelte female, her submissive utterance shown her low self esteem he then uttered reassuringly "Stop putting yourself down, you are not the first and you won't, be the last to ask about the scars!"
He then paused a mere moment "I've come here to forget my, transgression!"
As he retreated back into the solace he created around him; an eerie silence fell in the bars once noisy crowd; it seemed he was dousing his emotional scars with copious amounts of alcohol!
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