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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 26, 2005 23:17:11 GMT
The young boy smiles in his direction. He sips his tea every so slowly and turns back to watch the door.
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Joseph Gray
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Shadourian Apprentice
My past is haunting me...
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Post by Joseph Gray on Oct 26, 2005 23:29:47 GMT
*Kel walks in and sits down at the bar, he orders a drink and removes his helmet. His blue eyes slowly scan the OLC for any threats.*
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Post by Masuko / Luna on Oct 29, 2005 21:21:34 GMT
*The unknown woman walks into the OLC and takes a seat at the bar. She orders a drink watches the patrons with mild interest.
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Post by Masuko / Luna on Oct 29, 2005 21:29:39 GMT
*A rather energetic dance tune comes on and she gets up onto the dance stage and begins to dance. All the guys and the girls watch her as she swings around a pole.*
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Post by Masuko / Luna on Oct 29, 2005 21:42:39 GMT
*She gets bored, finishes her drink and leaves*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 30, 2005 2:14:03 GMT
*It was night, and the cold crisp tast floated from the inside of the cantina...however one amn did not enter, and instead sat infront of it, taking in the secenery. The night air blowing against his face.*
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Post by The Prophet on Nov 6, 2005 7:00:31 GMT
*roland walks into the bar and orders himself a drink.. he checks out the girls dancing... he then orders a small sandwhich of lettuce and a tomatoe like fruit that is very fragrant. he eats the light snack and then spins his stool around and watches the screens at different sporting events happening all around the galaxy...*
*Roland sighs, then has another drink.. he takes out his lightsaber and inspects it, looking it over and clearing out any dust that has built up*
my god...
*the lightsaber is ancient, possibly dating back nearly 100 years. Roland had discovered the hilt of the saber in a siege on an illegal slave exchange on Onderon... the hilt was very unique, possibly being the ancient lightsaber of great jedi amster... or even a sith lord.... the hilt is now the home of a green lightsaber blade... the crystal found in it was cracked and no longer refracted...*
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Post by Jon Nexus/Erik Zelona on Nov 7, 2005 3:43:21 GMT
*Erik, one of the new people on Coruscant, walked into the Outlander Club. He didn't have any weapons on him, because he didn't own any. Erik walked up to the bartender, and ordered a drink. Then he walked over to a table and sat down.*
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Post by The Prophet on Nov 9, 2005 2:14:24 GMT
*roland has had quite a few drinks now, he decide against another... he gets up off of his stool and walks outside where he slumps down on the side of a skywalk, he dangles his feet over the edge of the railing...*
the jedi... what would have made that man say what he had said...
*roland thinks to when he had heard that the jedi had done something against the people of the republic... he still did not know what it was, but he knew that many people were very angry with the jedi...*
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Post by The Prophet on Nov 9, 2005 2:27:53 GMT
*roland stands up and stares at the setting sun... it is time to return to the temple, he thinks to himself. he heads towards his skycar and takes off*
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Post by Shara on Nov 13, 2005 0:21:00 GMT
Mau slunk into the cantina, an arrogant swagger in her step as she swung the door open with an over-exaggerated flourish. Whether or not she was trying to make a showy entrance or it was just plain habit was hard to tell; her face was carefully expressionless, looking at no one as she made her way to the bar and sat down on a stool, leaning forward.
Her rather skanky leather outfit left very little to the imagination, especially in her current position, but she neither noticed or cared, resting her elbows on the bar's smooth surface and her chin in one hand. Only after she'd waved the bar keep over and ordered a drink did she allow her eyes to wander, the eerie white orbs roving over the assembled patrons with bored curiosity.
"Every cantina seems to come with its own personal set of identical regulars." She muttered, giving a slight nod of gratitude as her drink arrived. "Pathetic, really."
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Post by Shara on Nov 13, 2005 1:20:00 GMT
Mau turned from people watching to focus on her drink, dipping a finger into the glass’s contents and swirling it around. She watched the ripples of the smooth, cool liquid with a sort of detached interest, swilling it first one way and then the other. She never failed to be amazed by how such a simple movement could stir the water into such action, forming a tiny whirl pool.
‘The wonders of nature.’
She withdrew her finger and gave it a gentle flick, sending a few stray drops of moisture flying.
‘Simple yet intriguing.’
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 13, 2005 2:52:05 GMT
*Mandalore finally walked into the bar, as his civilian identity Darius Lenoth. Noone needs to know that Mandalore is back quite yet.
Keeping an arrogant manner, he slams his fist on the bar, and a drink flies toward shim at a speed that seems to defy the basic laws of physics and quite possible the Force.*
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Post by Shara on Nov 13, 2005 3:34:54 GMT
The young woman couldn't help but flench as the man's drink came flying along, impossibly fast. It came entirely to close for comfort.
"Watch it, bub. I don't fancy getting drenched because some oaf is to eager to get a drink." Mau glared at him with an odd mix of amusemant and distaste.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 13, 2005 3:37:13 GMT
"Listen lady. Just because my brain is smaller than your breasts doesn't mean I'm an oaf. 'Cause if my brain were larger, I'd be some sort of genius, if you catch my drift..."
*I non-chalantly down the drink in a couple massive gulps, before returning the glare back at her.*
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