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Post by Grimscott on Dec 23, 2008 1:17:41 GMT -5
Climbing on roof and snipe = profit! It usually doesn't work so well around Terra though.
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Post by rabiesisme on Dec 23, 2008 7:49:18 GMT -5
Only the hair on her head, right?
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Post by McJesus on Jan 24, 2009 6:27:36 GMT -5
A soulful trio from the 40s was all that could be heard from the near-empty bar on 43rd and Main. Smoke rose from the roof, and two lone silohuettes could be seen at the far side of an empty booth. His head hung low, one hand around a pitcher and the other holding deftly onto a dying cigarrette laid around his wife. Her head laid against his side, almost asleep curled up in his arms. McJesus spent most nights here, wasting away what little money he had. The bartender took pity on the guy, letting him hang out there whenever he wished. AngelFace sometimes accompanied him, but neither seemed to talk much at all. Ever since they were married, McJesus fought less and less, until he stopped altogether. Word of his skill and proweress died off until McJesus was no longer a household name.. only a dwindling memory. His glass empty, he rose his hand and waved and the bartender walked over with a fresh pitcher. McJ heard the sound of paper slapping against the table and looked up. A newspaper was sprawled out infront of him. "Thought you might find this interesting." As he walked away, McJesus pulled the newspaper closer and the first words he saw caught his attention immediately: BRAWLERS WANTED TO FIGHT: EARN EASY $$$ "Baby, look at this.." Waking from her slumber, AngelFace looked at the large advert. "A fighting arena? But you haven't raised your fist in months let alone fight.. won't you be a little rusty?" "Maybe.. but we need the money don't we? I can't just spend my days wasting away in this bar.." Standing up, he walked over to the counter and paid what little he could and made for the door. "Honey.. where are you going now?" He stopped before opening the door and lowered his head slightly and sighed. "To train." Before she could say anymore, he had swung open the door and disappeared. All that remained was an empty pitcher and an ashtray full of embers. As AngelFace moved to follow after him, she bumped into a man who was just entering. She offered her apology and ran off. The bartender came back to the counter and eyed the new man. Hands in his pockets, an eyepatch over his left eye and wearing a beige trenchcoat, there was little the bartender could tell from the man. Revealing a photo of a man with a thick afro and halo, he simply asked "Have you seen this man." With a grin and a chuckle, the bartender replied "Have I got a story for you."
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