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Post by Doc on Oct 16, 2005 2:50:31 GMT -5
(((I considered this a couple of times. What if Francois had come to LA?)))
He drove into the city with an evil smile. Now this was more like it.
Ever since Desere had gone and gotten her soul, Francois had been travelling around, causing as much trouble as he could. He'd been chased out of Chicago by the Slayers and had decided to come to LA for a spell. He had a feeling he was going to find some really interesting times here.
Really interesting.
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Post by Rogue on Oct 16, 2005 3:05:38 GMT -5
The Spot was packed with both the liveing, demonic, and the undead. Interesting how no one really seemed to notice the difference. I sipped the drink in my hand, not tasting one bit of it but it kept me busy.
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Post by Doc on Oct 16, 2005 3:06:49 GMT -5
He walked into the pumping grinding environment known as the Spot. Dat's it, he thought. I'm burnin' dis dump to de ground. It's too loud.
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Post by Rogue on Oct 16, 2005 3:08:35 GMT -5
My eyes scanned the crowd stopping only a moment at the doorway at the newcommer before moving on.
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Post by Doc on Oct 16, 2005 3:09:45 GMT -5
"What a dump," he muttered, sidling up to hte bar. "Gimme somet'in' alcoholic. Preferably life threatenin'."
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Post by Rogue on Oct 16, 2005 3:12:22 GMT -5
The bartender served him and I only sipped my drink waiting for his reaction.
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Post by Doc on Oct 16, 2005 3:13:25 GMT -5
He took a sip, gasping for air afterwards. "Dat's some good shit," maybe i won't burn this dump after all.
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Post by Rogue on Oct 16, 2005 3:14:54 GMT -5
I raised an eyebrow before trying to find something interesting to watch.
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Post by Doc on Oct 16, 2005 3:17:02 GMT -5
"Nice," Francois muttered, looking at the raven haired beauty not far from him. A vampire, he could tell. She wasn't even trying to breathe. "Very nice."
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Post by Rogue on Oct 16, 2005 9:42:15 GMT -5
I could feel his eyes on me and resisted the urge to roll my eyes once again. Lets see what exactly what this guy is. I looked over at him boredly.
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Post by Jessy on Oct 16, 2005 11:36:46 GMT -5
I stood at the doorway, half drained of energy. There had to be someone in here who could help me. That's why I'd come.
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Post by Doc on Oct 17, 2005 0:44:20 GMT -5
His attention was taken from the pretty vampire by the entrance of a young, bedraggled young girl who was oviously in need of help. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have bothered, but something about this one struck a cord in him.
He gestured to her to walk over to him. Perhaps he was going soft...
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Post by Jessy on Oct 17, 2005 0:53:32 GMT -5
I looked at the man, every peice of advice about strangers going clean out of my head as I half walked half staggered over.
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Post by Doc on Oct 17, 2005 0:57:07 GMT -5
"Easy dere," Francois said, catching her as she near fell at his feet and helping her to a chair. Damn, I am goin' soft, he thought. "Just take it easy. Someone get 'er some water."
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Post by Jessy on Oct 17, 2005 1:03:53 GMT -5
I sat there for a moment, trying to get the events of the past week straight in my head. When the water arrived I drank it quickly.
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