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    1. Pineappletumble 9 yrs ago

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8 yrs ago
Current That awkward moment when you've been away for a few mouths and have to catch up with everything.
8 yrs ago
Is it weird that I have a good mental image of most of the person just from their usernames?
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9 yrs ago
Sleep is a commodity.
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Tic's gonna be unable to respond for a few hours, uni and stuff.
@Aisling
Tic's interest was now piqued simple things like saying over instead of under in regards to his height were welcome changes to what he was used to.

"nothing that sticks out too much, I do that well enough on my own" he gestured for her to lead on.

"Do you take credits? he lifted a black stick which contained some of his drinking funds for the week.
Hey there,

I don't have much to offer in the way of advice but I can say, copy your post and refresh the page just before you post it to a forum. Almost buggered it up a couple of times :)
@Song Book
"Welcome" Its not like he was doing this for the a thanks and a pat on the back, he was.. why was he doing this? its not like he was going back to the same tender.
"Are you going to stand there or return back to your seat Fairy boy." There it was again boy specious the lot of em' its not like fairies even existed and even if they did Tic was sure they'd be shorter then him... well more hoped but good-luck getting him to admit it.
@Aisling
Muttering some kind of cures Tic walked back to the bar to a seat closer to the exotic dancer/saleswoman? he wasn't as sure. As he took a long drink from his bottle he could tell it was coming into effect a whole lot stronger than whatever synthetic alcohol he usually threw back. Clabering up onto a seat near the woman he called up hoping he wasn't drowned out the general noise the tavern was made.
"Got anything in my size?" He gestured to his still drenched shirt.

Tic kept an eye and ear open to the sound of shouting coming from outside the tavern, might have to could be fun.
@Dark Light
Gosh you guys type fast, I've had to re write a few planned responses due to them no longer making sense :P. Thanks again You've really helped me find my footing here.
@Caoimhe
Hello fellow new user, their really helpful here and I'm feeling much better about these forums thanks to em so just jump in is my advice. See ya in the tavern.
@Dark Light
Tic took a moment to realise he was still staring at the Performer even after she had bowed and gone back to her drink, the bartender pulled him out of his gawking quickly shaking his head he hoped he hadn't been noticed just yet. He caught a few words So, you and here and he was about to attempt and answer when he was cut off by the same tender calling who he had assumed was the bouncer.
@Song Book
Eye's visibly twitching at the mention of little Tic took the drink handed off to him, better not start something here. Taking the drink from the counter in one hand and whiskey bottle tucked under the other he carefully made his way down from the seat, you spill you buy after all. Navigating the floor with some ease Tic found his way to the booth with the admittedly plain girl, getting up into the opposite seat he slit her drink over to her.
"You order this?"
@Dark Light
Under normal circumstances Tic would be Frustrated if not violent about being ignored, however having had a glance at who he presumed was the bouncer he had a feeling it would be harder to pass this off as someone else's fault. Shaking his head he looked up to the rugged tender "To see who's still cewin' air, strange yours is the only bar, hell place that does have a direct line to the net"
@Aisling
Going back to his drink Tic took a more observing roll check the net's connection every second gulp, still no con... his thought where cut into from an few patrons claps and one's cheer. The woman who had been dressed brightly enough to be some sort of gannger was now is something more... interesting is the word Tic settled on before being captivated by the performance. Tic had to catch his bottle was nurrsing a few times during the performance.
Having easing off on the bottle Tic had managed to get several swigs without drenching himself, he set the bottle down on the bar and took in his surroundings.

It looked like a quiet night, he wasn't sure if he should be happy for the quiet or annoyed no one would give him a reason to punch. This whole place seemed a little off Tic the whiskey tasted real, there was no blaring music or some addict asking for a spear credit so they could find a place to sleep.

@Wick
When Tic went to ask the tender a question about net access he found that the tender had up and scarpered, the only person who might now was the woman who had been chatting him up.

"Hey, where's tall dark and handsome run off too?"
Hey all I just found this tab (Still working the site out), I really like what I've read of the last few pages or so and I can help but feel like I'm going about this wrong. Do you have any tips for this RP in particular?
Tic-Tak-Toe


"Where am I? Why do I only have 5 credits left? Am I in a Laundry Basket"


Age:
23

Species:
Pixie

Gender:
Male

Height:
48cm or 1' 6"

Sexual Perferance:
Women

Occupation:
Mercenary

Abilities:
Limited Flight
Magically Enhanced Athleticism (Strength, Speed, ect)

Skills:
Swinging any blunt instrument he can get his hands around.

Personality:
Typically an uncouth hot-head he's learning to pull back from his "punch first, ask for another drink while punching" attitude Tic is know to get in more than his fair share for fights. With all the tact of freight train Tic will always get straight to the point and prefers it if others do too.

Biography:
Tic was the classic military brat, growing up on a base typically does that to a kid. However he was unable to pass the exams required to get into the higher ranks Tic moved on with his live decided to drift around the streets. He now works as hired muscle for just about any job he finds, so long as he's taking out his aggression he might as well get paid for it.

Likes:
A strong drink
Music

Dislikes:
Cowards
Being reminded of his size
Formal wear

Fears:
Being worthless/dead-weight
Dying alone

Weaknesses:
Not actually very tough (Can't take a hit)
Strong winds

Theme Song:
"Good Fight" by Trocadero
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