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Post by koya304 on Aug 3, 2008 20:37:38 GMT -5
Fiona could only watch as the already angered man dragged the poor bloke away to the carriage. With a sigh she stood and righted the two chairs, pushing them back into place as she topped off the decanter and placed the glasses into the sinks to be washed by one of the maids. There wasn't much she would be able to do now, the sparen didn't seem very keen to her helping him, in fact he seemed to have already given up on escaping. With a shrug she went to work to get ready for the night knowing that if she let such stories get to her it wouldn't make her job any easier.
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Post by Lily Darcy on Aug 3, 2008 20:39:55 GMT -5
The master had did what Derek thought he would. He beat the skin off his back and left him there to die. Derek did not know where he was but he could not do anything about it..
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Post by koya304 on Aug 3, 2008 20:47:00 GMT -5
Within only an hour of the meeting the bar was filled with the early men, mostly the other men who couldn't work well enough to become good at any decent trade. She chatted with a few, silently encouraging another drink on them before collecting the money. She was doing well off too, if it kept up like this when the tradesmen arrived she would have enough money for the care of her dogs.
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Post by Lily Darcy on Aug 6, 2008 7:48:18 GMT -5
Somehow Derek got out of the bounds that held him. He changed into his tiger form and made a slow way back to the pub house. He walked to the back room with the kegs of beer. Hw changed to his human form and walked up front. He started to look for the woman who talked to him earlier.
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Post by koya304 on Aug 8, 2008 14:14:09 GMT -5
(( A character within this thread has been deleted as an active character. This thread will now be locked and moved to the archives. ))
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