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Post by Storyteller on Apr 2, 2016 17:42:32 GMT -5
Sprayed on the side of a wall in red paint: THE KING IS DEAD |
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Graffiti
Apr 3, 2016 17:30:31 GMT -5
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Post by Enrique on Apr 3, 2016 17:30:31 GMT -5
*while roaming the streets comes across this. Looks around to see if anyone else is paying attention to this.*
OOC: is the stuff on the boards intractable?
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Graffiti
Apr 4, 2016 5:27:52 GMT -5
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Post by Enrique on Apr 4, 2016 5:27:52 GMT -5
*continues his roaming around on the streets. Thinking maybe this is something I should bring up to the others? Walks out of the park, but not before taking a good look around to see if anyone else is around.*
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 4, 2016 11:12:51 GMT -5
"Looking for something?" Prescott leans against a broken lamp post, wearing a three-piece suit, twirling a pen in his fingers while holding a moleskine in his left hand.
OOC: I've not had much trouble with managing these forums. Lots of good chances to meet people here, and you can always select the management options to see when people reply to your questions or comments.
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Graffiti
Apr 4, 2016 15:37:14 GMT -5
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Post by Enrique on Apr 4, 2016 15:37:14 GMT -5
*Stops his exiting. Shakes head no, extends an arm and points at the graffiti. Looks up a little, and shrugs his shoulders.*
*Soft spoken child's voice, confidant, but still a child's voice* Think I found something. But not sure who the king is, besides Elvis.
As for looking, I'm always around watching and listening.
I think I saw you at the bar? What brings you to the park?
Sorry, beg my pardon, my manors sometimes escape me. I'm E. Nice to meet you.
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 4, 2016 15:57:14 GMT -5
"You should apologize for nothing," Prescott says with a pleasant smile. "I rarely ever do..." he puts his notebook away. "Anyway -- I am headed to the Palace Theater. Would you like to follow along?" His smile turns more wicked. "I do believe there has been a terrible emergency."
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Post by Addy Becke on Apr 5, 2016 18:48:15 GMT -5
A *slightly* out of time looking woman meanders along the walking trails of the park, looking wistfully at the natural scenery. She hesitates when she comes upon the two men, and her gaze flicks in the direction of their gesturing. An audible sigh escapes her lips before she harrumphs and puts her hands on her hips.
"A shame, if you ask me. This used to be such a lovely park." She eyes the two men expectantly, awaiting an invitation to their conversation or an acknowledgement of her presence.
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Apr 5, 2016 21:31:32 GMT -5
Prescott turns rather hurriedly back towards the road, and when he sees the woman, he smiles... ruefully. "Ah... of all nights to bump into a woman of quality. I'm afraid I'm in a terrible, terrible hurry. There's been a fire...." He looks at her carefully and seems almost to lament any existence of responsibility. "Perhaps I can make up for my manners at a more appropriate time? I am headed to the Palace Theater shortly. The night is young. Perhaps you might find yourself in the area soon... and drop by?" He eases into his most disarming smile.
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Post by Addy Becke on Apr 6, 2016 17:37:39 GMT -5
Her brow furrows slightly at the mention of her feminity, but at the mention of a fire, Addy's mouth rounds in awe.
"Oh dear, it seems there are things transpiring. Perhaps I will make my way there as well. Thank you for the information, Mr. Uh.... Sorry, what did you say your name was again?" She smiles sweetly and extends a silk-gloved hand.
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