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Post by Comrade Pulse_Zaber on Sept 13, 2008 10:25:15 GMT -5
"Awesome." Trinity remarked at the fallen Ghostie, without reflecting on the after-effects of getting drunk.
Shifting the empty Carribean Twist bottle aside, she ordered another...and continued to drink.
"Y'know, I wonder how conjoined twins would survive together if they were never spearated at birth. Imagine being stuck to someone your entire life, never being able to separate....instense huh?" Trinity says to Deathy.
Noticing Ghostie is still lying on the floor, Trinity asks the barman for some water and ice. Upon receiving it, she pours it on Ghostie's face, in the hopes of getting some sort of respone from her that she was still okay.
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Post by GhostLiger on Sept 14, 2008 10:10:54 GMT -5
Ghostie sat bolt upright at the sudden impact of icy cold water and hard ice cubes "Bloody hell!" She yelled "The weatherman never said anything about torrential rain and hail!!" She climbed back onto the barstool gingerly and ordered a cup of coffee with lotsa milk.
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Post by La Volpe on Sept 15, 2008 8:22:43 GMT -5
"I've heard of co-joined twins getting married, it's weird. Seriously, they had different husband. How the hell can that work??" Deathy responded then laughed as Trinity threw the ice and water on Ghostie.
She looks around for Thunderchild and Shadow, "by the way... those two strange guys aren't anywhere to be seen."
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Post by Comrade Pulse_Zaber on Sept 16, 2008 10:21:51 GMT -5
Smiling at the now re-awakended Ghostie, Trinity turned back to Deathy.
"Really, now? I wonder what the family gatherings are like. And, what if the one's spouse irrtiates the other one or their spouse? What then?" Trinity said.
She turned and looked at the damaged walls were alternate entrances were made earlier, then turned to look at the TV. "Ooh! Look there! A five headed turtle biting its own heads!"
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Post by La Volpe on Sept 17, 2008 9:59:33 GMT -5
"Ya, the family gathering'd rather interesting... omg wow, that's just gross," she replied as she watched the turtle kill itself slowly. Then drains her vodka and demanded another fill, slamming down her cup, "BARTENDER! FILL UP!"
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Post by Comrade Heart-of-Amethyst on Feb 10, 2010 16:38:49 GMT -5
Miichan walks into what seems to be a bar, with holes in it. She doesn't know the people or where exactly she's located. But better than being outside. She sits away from the people and asks the bartender for a water.
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