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: Are you looking for anyone in particular Thomas-p? A few players are scattered about still!
Bippy the Salubri: "Still standing, you Tremere muthasuckers!"
Fred "Fox" Kendall: *Copper haired with a streak of white in his hair, it's obvious why Fox has his nickname. He has a somewhat vulpine cast to his face, sleek and pretty good looking, but the body build is well muscled, if still lean. Tonight he's dressed in a black jacket over a red muscle shirt. The chill of the night doesn't bother him apparently. His jeans are meant for traveling, as are the sturdy boots.*
Fred "Fox" Kendall: *He enters into the club from the night*
Fred "Fox" Kendall: "Wow, this place is deader than shadows, and that's saying a lot."
Fred "Fox" Kendall: *Fred checks a watch, a sign of his true age but most would assume it's just an out of date affection*
Fred "Fox" Kendall: "Not sure if she's going to show."
Fred "Fox" Kendall: *After a few minutes* "C'mon."
Fred "Fox" Kendall: *Finally, he realizes* "I've been stood up."
Fred "Fox" Kendall: *A scowl, and a mutter* "Fucking artistes."
Fred "Fox" Kendall: *Departing, Fox makes his way towards the streets. He prefers his meals fresh*
Fred "Fox" Kendall: *GONE*
: This is Thomas-p. I'd be willing to get this going again. contact me @ firstname.lastname@example.org
: Thomas P, there's an Eshu named Murphy in The changeling room sometime. He and I thought of getting a cam game going but i got swamped and had to cut out early...which I feel bad about. BUT if you see him around in Firnost, you might want to send him an OOC PM and see if he's still wanting. Our own idea is that the new Malk prince was very laize faire but whatever you guys work out. Have fun
: Thomas-P here. I would be open to this. Please pass along my email address.
Luc de Boiar: *Shadows deep, the dim light making the interior almost black and white. Dusty, old. Striking green eyes, wolf like. Just a peek, just a look, then gone*
: *in comes a girl with LARGE bags and starts decorating the church with Crochetted and Knitted Blankets/Hats/Scarfs/Gloves all over for any and all who are in need or want*
@}-,-"~John H Holliday: Coughs from his seat in the Toreador Booth, smoking from a thinly wrapped hand rolled cigarette.