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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 3:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:25 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 2:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 9:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:31 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 4:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:23 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:03 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:47 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 1:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:36 pm
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[OoC]Sorry if this post seems a bit lengthy - thought it might be appropriate to show how someone's RP skills can evolve from beginner to intermediate. Just tell me if I was wrong to think so sweatdrop and by the way, for those who do not know, OoC means "out of character"[OoC]
The consitent 'CLICK CLACK' of stiletto heels seemed almost musical against the cement sidewalk, creating a steady rythm that could have either been soothing or abnoxious to observant ears. A single falty crack in the pavement caused the young woman to stumble, but not to fall.
'Stupid stilettos... If they weren't Gucci, I would toss them.'
The woman paused in mid stride, a dim-lit sign catching her attention. A small smirk crossed her slim, red lips. A bar. Well, she was twenty-two, so why not have a glass of chardonnay? Stepping towards the door, the woman gripped the large, brass handle and heaved the door open.
'Eh, typical... Could have just kept walking and gone to the Hilton's bar. They probably have a better selection of wine, but nope, Devan can't do that now can she?'
Devan smiled to herself. Ofcourse she could walk to a nicer, more elegant pub, but she was already here. A quick look around told the woman that perhaps her choice wasn't half bad; there were more people crammed in this joint than a concert. Devan made her way to the bar and took a seat on what seemed the last available bar stool.
"A glass of water please."
'Might as well start off the night light...'
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 5:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 5:59 pm
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Devan eyed the feline girl for a brief moment before simply giving a slight nod of her head and turning her gaze to the rest of the occupants of the bar. There were certainly quite the number of odd, unique, and mysterious individuals here tonight. There were people sitting in the shadows of the booths, drunk young gals messing with the jukebox, and people simply standing or sitting around and chit-chatting away. A lively bar, but still typical to other... Well, besides the cat chick.
"Thanks..."
Devan muttered under her breath as she turned her attnetion back to the girl, just as the ice as dumped into her glass. Her long, slender fingers grapsed the glass and she lifted it to her lips, taking a long sip. Aquafina water it tasted like... Or maybe Desani?
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 7:59 am
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