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You Don't Know Me
« on: February 20, 2012, 05:03:51 PM »
Cold, quiet, he walks through the streets, a hood over his head, searching for a place to quench his thirst, both in a physical and mental sense, after another exhausting day. Living with the things he's done is not easy, and he has to find a new outlet, and this always seems to be the best sort. He has spent days searching. Days searching for an answer. Days searching for a way to forget what he's done, all the terrible things he's had to do in the name of the plan.

He does not notice as he stumbles into a stranger. His hood falls, and Eric is on the ground.
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Re: You Don't Know Me
« Reply #1 on: February 20, 2012, 06:27:29 PM »
OOC: Oh? Someone paying attention to my planet? This can't end well...

IC: The person that Eric had bumped into was a Smith by the name of Grelgorath. He was on his way to the town square, after the announcements abolition t the execution had been broadcast. He turned to face the man and extended his hand to help him up. "Karrful naow, stranger. Sumfokes dawn's tail koindleh ter Bering bumped into."
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« Reply #2 on: February 21, 2012, 04:03:49 PM »
"I apologize," Eric replied, taking the man's assistance as he regained his balance upon his feet, "I don't suppose you can tell me where the nearest bar is, can you?"
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« Reply #3 on: February 21, 2012, 08:35:35 PM »
"Wel, deres a cuple but da closest is Smoilin' Jaks. Jus 'ead down dat road 'bout a block and turn at the third factery, it'll be da wun dat isn't a factery." With that Grel went on his way, getting passed by a few Mercers, that towered above him. The streets were rather busy actually, what with the afore mentioned execution.
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« Reply #4 on: February 25, 2012, 10:31:07 AM »
"Right, thank you," Eric replied, continuing on his way. He was deeply troubled... He... Was going insane.
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« Reply #5 on: February 27, 2012, 08:37:09 PM »
The bar was a fairly nice place, stuck right between two other buildings, giving it a squashed sort of look. An assuming wooden sign hung from the top of it. From inside the bar the sound of an old Earth song could be heard playing.

Trust I seek and I find in you, everyday brings us something new, open mind for a different view, and nothing else matters....

The melancholy sound of the music seemed to fit the place. It was mostly empty, aside form the barkeeper; presumably the afore mentioned 'Smoilin Jack'. He wasn't smiling. The Smith was holding a dirty cup which he spit into. He then grabbed a cloth and began scrubbing it.
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« Reply #6 on: March 05, 2012, 07:43:05 PM »
(Sorry, reaallly busy lately.)

But it was too late. Eric was gone, like a thief in the night, leaving some who may have noticed him to perhaps wonder if he had really been there at all, or if he had been a flicker, a shadow, a mere illusion of what they had been thinking. Regardless, now he was gone. Gone like yesterday.
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