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Post by Gwyneth Ferris on Jan 19, 2017 10:24:19 GMT
[newclass=.okokok]display: block; font-size:11.3px;text-align:justify;width:260px;padding:25px;margin:10px 165px;border:1px solid #7679A6;[/newclass] [newclass=.okokok img]float:left; margin-right:11px;margin-bottom:2px;[/newclass] [attr="class","okokok"] she waited on baited breath, the room going quiet. a pause. she can hardly feel the wood underneath her fists; its stained with years of bar brawls and what can only be a mystery substance that isn't good for wood. the bar comes back into view, shouting, some good and some bad, as it settles in. she made a small profit. the television above the bar had taken over ferris' attention at the time, showing off one of the colosseum bouts that just finished up. an up-and-coming jr division kid had caught her eye and she kept tabs on him, betting on him and also trying to judge more and more. nowadays, they could always take in more recruits. that didn't matter now. ferris had better things to do; like continue the flow of alcohol into her shot glass and enjoy things; "a round for everyone at the bar, on me." a pleasant beginning to the moment. @open
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Post by KIRAN KHAN on Jan 23, 2017 15:52:10 GMT
You're on the distant shore! Oceans never listen to us anyway And if I fall into the drink,
I will say your name, before I sink.
| "Should you really be gambling, officer?" Kiran laughs, but he accepts the shot from the bartender. Which technically puts him into Gwyn's debt, but he rarely concerned himself with trifles like that.
Outskirt's alcohol tasted like Slakoth piss, but Kiran has lowered his standards for alcohol a long time ago. Really, it's not so bad when one considers that some people in Orre were still drinking sandy water.
"You know," Kiran turns around to face his coworker, smiling innocently. "You'd be raking in a lot more money if you were actually entering those Colosseum fights." Though it would cost about a few days of vacation time. Tournaments could be an absurdly long affair. That, and the winner would hardly be able to go to the bathroom without fighting past their admirers. Kiran knows a little something about what that feels like.
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Post by Gwyneth Ferris on Jan 25, 2017 22:17:25 GMT
[newclass=.okokok]display: block; font-size:11.3px;text-align:justify;width:260px;padding:25px;margin:10px 165px;border:1px solid #7679A6;[/newclass] [newclass=.okokok img]float:left; margin-right:11px;margin-bottom:2px;[/newclass] [attr="class","okokok"] "the enjoyment comes from the fact i cannot influence it," she offers, raising her drink back at him. "if i were competing, i couldn't bet on anyone involved. besides, ingot prefers crushing ruffians." ferris doesn't consider the admirers or the crowds or the absurdity of the week-long bouts that had occurred before. to her, its just the thrill of gambling and whether or not she could profit. she never bet enough to go under, anyways. not yet. her face grimaces when she accepts her own shot, the alcohol burning her sinuses in ways that the drink probably shouldn't. "besides, drinking and all are fine when we're technically off for the night. just don't get hungover and no one cares." as long as you could perform. as long as you could be the weapon they needed out there in the frontier. KIRAN KHAN
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Post by KIRAN KHAN on Jan 29, 2017 16:06:23 GMT
You're on the distant shore! Oceans never listen to us anyway And if I fall into the drink,
I will say your name, before I sink.
| One could almost see the gears creaking to a stop in Kiran's head.
That makes no sense whatsoever, but Kiran has better social graces than to admit it. "You do enjoy watching the matches, but you stop short of glory and prestige?" Huh. He had always figured that Gladiators didn't sign up for anything else. When Kiran accepts his third shot, he decides that he would rather be tipsy instead of thinking so hard.
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