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       #Post#: 178347--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: Zeramere Date: May 3, 2012, 4:16 am
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       The storm stopped and the sounds of the world ceased when the
       womans lips touched the corner of his own, their bodies were
       close to one another he couldn’t move but his body stopped its
       trembling motion but his eyes closed, his name was heard amongst
       the very pitter patter of the rain Zeramere it was hard hearing
       his name called so differently, so trustfully, so morally. This
       woman seemed to have a different viewpoint than most of the
       mortals, a male she had just met and something seemed to be
       different about this.
       Zeramere, I love you
       The words echoed again within his head when the woman’s lips
       touched the corner of his lips his body close to hers. His arms
       wrapped around her waist and held the girl close to him his body
       normal returning to the state from before, his lips touched hers
       his eyes closed the wind blowing over them once again the rain
       still pouring down upon the two of them the two of their bodies
       still close together. His eyes reopened the sapphire gleam to
       them seeming to stare down upon the female that was in his arms
       as the kiss separated.
       What was so different about this girl? Why was everything she
       did exciting memories from his body and his mind?
       His lips seemed to part once again and those words slipped forth
       those words of wisdom that always slipped through always seemed
       to slip through.
       “Tell me Calli,”
       He muttered the words slightly loud so she could hear them
       “Why is it you stay here with me?”
       #Post#: 178360--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: LacyMarie Date: May 3, 2012, 4:54 am
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       Once Zeramere’s arms had encircled her waist, Cal sighed heavily
       as her body relaxed considerably. When his lips connected with
       hers, her arms folded around his neck so that she was able to
       hold him closer. The softness of his lips was able to chase away
       every other thought except him; and it was nice, even though it
       did not last long enough. As the kiss ends, a faint smile
       elapses over her lips, as she stares up at him. It surprised her
       that he had not turned her away, however, she was still not
       fully confident that he still wouldn’t. As the rain pours around
       them, Cal allows her mind to wander back to past memories and
       experiences. And like always, Zeramere seemed to know exactly
       how to catch her off guard.
       The woman in his arms flinches at the question that hangs in the
       air between them. Laying her head against his chest, Cal sighs
       softly as water drips off of the ends of her eyelashes. Why did
       she stay with him? Blinking away the raindrops, Cal glances back
       up at him and allows the honesty to flow from her lips.
       “I’m not allowing this chance to slip from my grasp again,” she
       explains softly, yet loud enough to be heard over the weather. A
       naked pain glimmers faintly in the depths of her eyes as she
       recalls her past to him. “Only once have I felt the way I do
       now, with you. I ran from it and I paid for being a coward.”
       Looking off into the distance, Cal struggles with herself as a
       war wages in her heart.
       “I know this is unexpected, Zeramere, and I am so very sorry if
       I have offended you on some level. Also, I know that this is
       rushed, but I care for you,” she whispers beneath her breath as
       her mind ventures to another word that was better suited than
       ‘care’  but it was too soon for that; she had already gone too
       far too fast. Though she would never admit to it, Cal was
       utterly terrified as her own words taunted her.
       “A touch can be much more detrimental than a storm could ever
       be.”
       Cal did not want to leave him, but she did not want to put him
       at a disposition either. “Zeramere, if you don’t…” her voice
       strays as Cal avoids making eye contact. “… you know, want this,
       I understand.” At this she smiles bravely, trying to prove to
       him that she would be okay.
       However, her smile fades within a few seconds, as she decides to
       let down the façade and then she allows her eyes to connect with
       his, awaiting his answer.
       #Post#: 178390--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: Zeramere Date: May 3, 2012, 5:55 am
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       His ears listened to her every word hanging on to every single
       letter of every single word, she seemed so conflicted with
       herself and it actually caused a simple smile to cross his pale
       lips, her words echoing around the inside of his head. The same
       words he knew she was probably thinking,  A touch can be more
       detrimental than even the storm
       “Calli”
       His eyes looked down into her beautiful dark ones before his
       hands reached up and rested lightly upon her cheeks once again
       his lips touching to hers again softly, for one second the
       entire sounds around them faded and all seemed quiet, the calm
       before the storm had seemed to start once again and this time
       the calm would last.
       “If I didn’t want this as much as you do I would have left
       before you did get too attached, I know I can get a bit
       handsomer to those that like the way I look.”
       He gave a slight playful wink towards the small female returning
       his hands to her sides and lifting her feet from the ground
       he placed her bottom upon the edge of the balcony that they set
       on his eyes shifting back towards the sky seeming to command it
       to fall it again from the very sky. The sky parted and the rain
       began to fall again, but for once the storm was happy not sad.
       “I care for you to Calli, you have proved to me that these
       mortals aren’t as dumb as I believed them to be”
       His hands remained on her waist and his lips pressed to hers
       again, before pulling back and speaking once again.
       “You though my dear have shown me that which deserved to be
       seen”
       #Post#: 178623--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: LacyMarie Date: May 3, 2012, 2:16 pm
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       So much untamed emotion ran through her veins as his lips gently
       caressed her name. Watching his lips pull into a smile, it was a
       good thing he picked her up because her legs were starting to
       become shaky and unstable. When his lips grazed hers a small
       smile creped along the outlining of her lips. As he stared
       unwavering into her eyes and voiced that he wanted this as well,
       Cal could not resist the temptation of kissing the tip of his
       nose.
       
       “I love the way you look,” Cal whispers, correcting him since
       ‘like’ did not seem descriptive enough.
       The world around them had seemed to calm considerably as the
       curtain of rain pattered down on their already soaked skins. The
       heaviness of her eyelashes creates a shadow of the emeralds of
       her eyes as the smile widens at his confession that he too cared
       for her. Idly, the woman ran her fingertips up his neck and then
       worked themselves into the blackness of his hair. It did not
       seem as though Cal could get enough of this man.
       “Ignorance stems usually from inexperience,” the woman softly
       replies before she indulges in the gentle passion of their kiss.
       Leaning her forehead against his, causing her hair to fall in a
       wet curtain around them, Cal’s smile broadens. Her left palm
       embraces his cheek as her lips synchronize with his once again.
       When he pulls back, her lips linger in the air next to his as a
       faint blush forms along her cheeks.  She longed for nothing more
       outside of giving him what he so desired and it greatly pleased
       her that she had been able to satisfy him.
       Cal responded with another kiss, this one slow and passionate.
       The woman’s lips dance against his own as her tongue every now
       and then skims his bottom lip. Closing her eyes, her fingers
       roam his hair, wanting nothing more than to feel him. The warmth
       of her breath leaks out of her lips and onto his with the scent
       of peppermint. Having been to Heaven and back, she could
       honestly say that there was nothing else that would ever make
       her this happy.
       #Post#: 179816--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: X Date: May 5, 2012, 6:11 pm
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       He was looking. Looking at her in an odd sort of way. One she
       could not quite read. Still reading her. Always reading her. He
       obstructed her view from the Bartender, and she shook her head.
       Slowly. Her lips barely open. She seemed dazed, but she was far
       from such. Only cautious. This man was started to act odd. Maybe
       she would stop being normal now, and do what was comfortable for
       her. She never liked dealing with things in a way she did not
       come out on top. No compromise. He turned nonchalantly to the
       annoying man, ordering something called FireWater. Or fire
       water. Was it one word? She did not object. As soon as the
       liquid danced from the bottle opening, she could smell the
       nostalgia. Fire Water... That was the drink...
       The annoying man was to go on break? Maybe she would pretend to
       use the ladies room, and finish him off? Would this one follow
       her? Oh God, she hated when they followed. She hated it, and she
       loved it. It was an excuse. And excuse to end them as well. She
       watched the other do something weird with his drink. She picked
       up her glass and brought it to her lips, just touching the
       liquid to the skin. She pretended to sip, and felt a fiery burn
       itch at the skin of her lips. He then leaned forward, his lips
       threatening to graze her ear. Oh how she wanted to move. To
       twitch or to squeeze at his throat. But she remained still, her
       steady breaths the only movement, other than her slow lazy
       blinking eyes. REAL JOB...
       "I am not on edge. I will follow you out. I do not know what it
       is you are referring to."
       Her voice was calm. She would not let him know she know he knew.
       She would play ignorant for as long as she could. And strike.
       She sauntered behind him, and they exited just as the barkeep
       returned. She smiled at him obsessively as he edged nervously
       by.
       #Post#: 180173--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: Dems Darkfire Date: May 6, 2012, 11:16 am
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       The idea clung to him, sticking to his mind like a fly to paper.
       She still denied, but he knew. Seporo wasn't the easy one to
       fool, and he was always sure of a face. The contour of her lips,
       the definition of her chin, Even the dull glow he found just
       looking into her eyes. It all told him the truth. Seporo hopped
       down when she agreed to follow him, reaching around the bar to
       grab the bottle of Firewater, sighing gently as she played coy
       with him. "Not on edge." he smirked and walked towards where the
       bartender had just exited, the office area. Seporo had a certain
       sight about him, she was in range for this sight, he could feel
       the vibrations of her hip movements, each sultry step clear in
       his mind as if she was walking in front of him. He pushed the
       office door open, turned into it and offered her first steps
       into the lighted area.
       She was different but so was Seporo. What she had failed to
       notice was the symbols that blended so well into his crystal
       emerald eyes, slowly etching their way through his iris. Seporo
       wasn't as well trained as his sister, but with his eyes open, he
       could hear snippets of thoughts and ideas flowing through
       peoples heads. And although he had not known anything that would
       prove his theory, that she was the killer from that night, He
       could read some of her movements, catch a couple words that
       passed through her mind once in a great while. "After you." He
       chuckled, letting her walk into the room before the door snapped
       closed and he walked into the room himself.
       There were three desks, a bunk-bed built between two walls,
       three beds high, one desk was neat and very organized while
       another one was tousled with papers. The last was a smaller
       desk, shrouded with stacks of books that covered almost every
       side but the front. In the center of the room, there was a table
       with five chairs. Seporo walked over, pulled one of the chairs
       out and offered it to her as he turned on the overhead light.
       He chuckled softly to himself, moving to the left of the chair
       he offered her, taking a seat himself as he closed his eyes and
       smiled. "So, why don't you tell me the truth."
       #Post#: 215403--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: X Date: June 27, 2012, 2:46 am
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       She followed the man, eagerly. She wanted to play his game. She
       was excited to hear all of the things he thought he knew about
       her...
       The man still kept the chivalrous mask on, and he laid it on
       thick as he opened the door for her. She knew this one. It was
       smart of him. He could not let someone like X trail him into an
       empty room. It was a pity. She knew this one could curb her
       loneliness, especially with the listening silence death could
       bring. The dead listened to her words with a patient ear and
       bated breath. He could have been the one. But so she thought of
       the last. The last was a woman. A bartender. But not as frail as
       the pathetic man in this establishment...
       The memories swirled into her mind without warning.
       "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BAR, YOU FILTHY PIG." X sat silently as
       the woman yelled at a man who had tried, and failed, to grab the
       bartenders hand. He was so very intoxicated. His very breath
       rotted as it hung in the air with each word he slurred. The fool
       was so shocked. He must have had high hopes for the woman to
       submit. She did not. Not even later that night when X took a
       knife to her delicate... "Oh! She's feisty. I like them like
       that." The man had never met a true feisty female, X could see
       it in his eyes, and smell it in the sweat of his palms...
       X did not even shake the memories from her head. It would have
       been too much of a signal, and opening to her thoughts. Sadly,
       that same fiery woman had wilted like all the rest of her
       collection had. Perhaps she did not take good enough care of
       them. She didn't have the time. Why didn't they understand? They
       were selfish. All of them. But she still couldn't let go...
       The room was small, and it held a thin facade of quaintness. She
       knew what it's real purpose was for though, at least tonight.
       Interrogation. She watched the mans patient footfalls on the
       stale wood. Too patient to be honest. How would he kill her
       then? She hoped for creativity. At least. He pulled a chair out
       for her. The harsh sound of the legs against the wood caused her
       to grit her teeth subtly. He timed all his actions. He paced and
       planned each happening. He was careful. X did not try to hide
       her eyes as they calculated his everything. They clung to his
       details loudly, and obviously. It was a technique to make the
       best of them nervous. She loved nerves. They flavored the ones
       she desired.
       "So why don't you tell me the truth."
       "Which one?"
       She batted her eyelashes at him, and let a buttery innocent
       accent spill clumsily from her lips.
       "Is it me you want?"
       She then lowered her voice an octave, smoothing it to
       perfection, and crossed her legs, showing off her sultry curves.
       "Or me?"
       It would be interesting to see how this would play out. And it
       would play out. This one wasn't going anywhere without her close
       behind...
       #Post#: 215572--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: Dems Darkfire Date: June 27, 2012, 2:06 pm
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       'This chair is uncomfortable... why the fuck did mother always
       pick out such shitty furniture... moreover, why did Dems keep
       the shitty stuff.' He spoke his own mind inside of his head, his
       lips moving slightly with the words as the heated debate about
       the wooden seats continued within his mind. He had almost
       forgotten she had come in here, his mind easily distracted from
       one thing to the next. Something about attention deficit what
       the fuck ever. He could pay attention to anything he wanted to,
       as long as it truly sparked his interest in that moment. The
       woman across from him had grown silent, his own mind wandering
       the instant the silence took hold within the decent sized room.
       Truer than himself he felt the identity of the woman before him.
       She was a killer, but the real question was he afraid. His calm
       eyes and soft look usually attracted much attention to himself,
       he was a more than capable fighter, and he had endured more than
       she had ever known. Though judging by some of the thoughts he
       had picked up on, he could tell she had killed more people than
       he had probably had the pleasure of being introduced to. Those
       eyes, cold as the north arctic, stared at him, and his strangely
       colored eyes stared back. The contact seemed dominant, the
       stares being made to see which backed down first from the
       contest. How would he kill her... what a thought she had. What
       an idea.
       The world would have a few less dead bodies to swallow into it's
       earth, but it would not stem a tide of death he had felt coming
       for a long time. "Hmm.. which one, which one." He never once
       removed his eyes from the woman before him, his body slumping
       back into the chair as the thought of how uncomfortable they
       where rushed through his head once more. "You seem pretty intent
       on playing games." He smiled softly, leaning forward as he
       braced himself against his elbows against the table. "So... be
       who you want. I know you probably have had many lives before you
       decided to quit." He smirked to himself, setting his head into
       his hands and watching her, his eyes never have once blinked in
       these moments as he watched her.
       "Why would a kid bring a seasoned killer into a back room by
       himself? That would be a very silly move. What would he have to
       gain from it? What would the purpose be about anything?" Seporo
       shrugged, leaning back once more, sitting straight as he
       laughed. "I watched you kill someone, if I wanted to end you for
       any reason, I would have done it publicly. You just looked like
       you didn't want to talk in public, and I didn't exactly want you
       killing Old Mike out there." His reference to the bartender
       standing not six feet from the office door.
       #Post#: 286004--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: X Date: October 5, 2012, 9:54 pm
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       X sat patiently, a brow keeping a constant arch in interest and
       amusing. The man was constantly distracted. She interlaced her
       long, pale fingers, almost feigning interest. Almost. The was, X
       honestly was interested in what the man had to say. He certainly
       went on about knowing something about her. What, that he had
       seen her kill? He wouldn't be the only one to witness her old
       job. But he was certainly the first to be brave enough to not
       only start interaction with her after witnessing such things,
       but to try to speak to her about it. Most would gladly hang
       themselves before approached the shadowy omen named X.
       She repositioned herself on the chair, uncrossing and recrossing
       her legs, making her discomfort know to the man in front of her.
       She wanted him to see that she was not content with the
       establishment. In fact, she was disgusted. And her half slacked
       eye lids showed it, as she bore her gaze into him with half a
       care. "So, you claim to have seen me at work?" Would she tell
       him that she was out of the job? No. She wanted to see how long
       this would last. She wanted to know his motive. Maybe she
       herself was a target, and he... well... he was poorly informed.
       #Post#: 287389--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: Dems Darkfire Date: October 9, 2012, 4:39 pm
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       Seporo tapped the side of his head, smiling brightly as he took
       a slow breath and let the air escape in a slow rush. "I may
       have. But this mind is a steel trap... I've come to pride myself
       on identifying people and their movements, facial features, all
       those kinds of things." Turning himself to face the door, he
       almost ignored the fact that she seemed very uncomfortable.
       Being perceptive of the tossing and turning of the woman, his
       eyes slowly diverted down towards her legs, watching them as
       they twitched back and forth, his smirk rising. "Well... I
       suppose you could be whoever you would like to be, miss. I was
       surprised to see one woman return to the scene of her crime. I
       would only guess it only takes time." Standing, Seporo slid the
       chair away from the table enough for him to simply walk from the
       wooden top. "I think I'll go enjoy the night. Feel free to
       leave, join, kill, what ever. Just leave the bartender on his
       feet. I need him."
       Nodding to her with a soft smile, he opened the door to the
       office, chuckling softly to himself as he picked up his bottle
       from the corner of the bar, set there by Mike as he heard the
       chair slide back from the table. Taking the bottle in his hand,
       he just made his way from the bar, slipping into the moonlit
       area as he leaped from the ground onto the roof, taking a seat
       as he leaned back onto the tiles, staring off once more into the
       moon.
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