@murdocLooks good to me, throw it on over!
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The Man Who Sold the World
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9 yrs ago
My work schedule just completely changed for the worse, so expect me to be less active, unable to run my own RPs, but I should hopefully be able to keep myself in other people's RPs.
9 yrs ago
Grandfather's out of the hospital, so I should be back.
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9 yrs ago
My grandfather's in the hospital...gonna be gone for a few days, for anyone I'm RPing with.
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@Lady AmaltheaLooks good to me! Throw it on over to the characters tab.
@Saarebassorry, tagged the wrong person.
@SaarebasNo, sorry. I mean that it has to be either 11, 12, or 13.
@Illogical JimTraz chuckled at the joke about illegal card games, saying "I couldn't shut you down, where would I get my drinks!?" Traz took a large gulp from his drink. “So how fares the thin blue line, Scales? Arrest any hooligans today?” O'Brien asked, and Traz was quick to reply. "Just Chuck from Maintenance. Again. Damn fool doesn't know when to stop with the 'women of the night', also had at least ten beers on him. He'll be spending a good bit of time in the drunk tank, probably get put on probation for the umpteenth time, and nothing will come of it...." Traz sipped his drink a bit before looking up to the Bartender. "Sounds like you have a customer to attend to. I'll be here when you get back."
@Subject ZeroYou'll want to change your generation to somewhere between 11th-13th, but other than that it's fine.
Malkavians are my favorite clan, so please do!
@SaarebasLooks great to me. Throw it on over to the characters tab.
@murdocyou're fine. It was more of a friendly reminder than any sort of pressure.
Traz Varak shoved the human he was carrying into a holding cell, dusting off his palms, and saying "Well, that's that. Enjoy your stay." with a smirk. The man, stumbling as he stood up, pounded on the energy field of the cell "Thish *hic* ishn't over Traz! You *hic* haf no proof!" "I dunno..." replied Traz, waving a beer bottle in front of the cell. "This and the ten others we found next to you say otherwise, that prostitute's story is just icing on the cake at this point." A device on Trak's hip beeped, signifying the end of his shift. He left the man in the cell with a smile and wave, and went to clock out and change...
Walking through Main Street, Traz waved to those who recognized him, mainly shopkeepers and other officers. He shared a few passing greetings, Hi how are you, I'm doing fine, all that jazz. What he was really looking for, however, was his favorite place on the station: The Asimov Lounge.
Walking into the Asimov, and sitting down at the bar, he greeted O'Brien with a wave and a smirk. "Hey there Dan. Could I get a thing of Bloodroot ale?"
Walking through Main Street, Traz waved to those who recognized him, mainly shopkeepers and other officers. He shared a few passing greetings, Hi how are you, I'm doing fine, all that jazz. What he was really looking for, however, was his favorite place on the station: The Asimov Lounge.
Walking into the Asimov, and sitting down at the bar, he greeted O'Brien with a wave and a smirk. "Hey there Dan. Could I get a thing of Bloodroot ale?"
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