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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 1:47:01 GMT -5
The door to The Three Broomsticks opened sending in a cool breaze from outside. A figure slipped inside the pub unnoticed for the first time and the girl smiled to herself. Things have not been going so well since she had come to England. The boy she thought was her uncles killer turned out to be innocent, but knew who the real killer was. But she didn't like Martin anymore than when she came here. Now she was after one of the Tripps, who she thought was named Jackson (according to Aaron) and was now trying to figure out where to begin. As she made her way to an empty table in the cornor (thankfully the only empty one in the pub) she made a pitstop at the bar, got a firewhiskey, and took a seet at the table, pulling her sheet of black hair over her shoulder. Her bright blue eyes studied the drink she held in her hand before she cautiously took as sip, feeling the warmth of the whiskey immeaditly.
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Post by Kaydee♥ on Dec 31, 2007 21:00:22 GMT -5
Random dragged his feet into The Three Broomsticks. Tomorrow, he wouldn't have to go in, which was a good thing. He had to work a lot more than usual because of a case dealing with dragons, which he was trained to handle, even if he didn't choose that as his profession. He couldn't handle being completely scarred over and this tired everday. Oh dear god. If it took this much energy, how did he not kill Ima when they were kids? He shook his head and took the energy drink the bar maid made for him daily and looked around. Every booth, table, and stool was stuffed full except one that held only one woman. he sighed and walked over with a sigh. "Do you mind if I joined you? there doesn't seem to be anywhere else, or I wouldn't bother you." He gave her a crooked smile, though he felt even more whiped out because of it.
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 21:05:13 GMT -5
She looked away from the strange drink she held in her hand and up at Random. A warm smile filled her lips as she put her act on. Don't let anyone suspect you, was another lesson her uncle had drilled in her head when she was oly four. "Sure, join me," she said in a sweet tone, smiling up at him. "May I ask your name?"
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Post by Kaydee♥ on Dec 31, 2007 21:18:43 GMT -5
He eye her now that he was a little closer. She gave him a bad feeling. But he was tired and it could quite possibly be that the dragons had paranoid her. It wouldn't be the first time. "Random. Random Lupin." Her voice was impossibly sweet and welcoming.....And it kinda creeped him out...A lot. "Would you mind if I asked yours?"
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 21:22:23 GMT -5
"Anya," she said sweetly, noticing how tired he seemed to look. "You look tired," she noted with a shrug, trying to make herself blend in, covering her accent for a British one.
ooc: braindead
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