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| ~esreveRPsychology~ | Jan 28 2009, 12:39 PM |
Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Buzz Killington.
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In the corner of the loft, a figure wrapped in a massive Charcoal cloak turned over in his bed. He'd spent hours trying to catch some rest, but the time of day was all wrong, and despite his fatigue, sleep would not come to him. Kero pulled the cloak tighter around his shoulders, settled himself a little deeper into the rough bolster, and tried to ignore the lump under his hip. "Peace and quiet... just fifteen minutes of peace and quiet, all I ask..." A boot bounced off the headboard of his bed as another occupant of the loft spoke up. "Keep it quiet, people are trying to sleep." Kero rolled his eyes, threw the boot back, and tried his best to convince himself he was tired. Just as he was finally beginning to feel sleep creeping up on him, a shrill voice jerked him awake. "La la laaaaa! You're all duuuuumb!" Kero's eyes snapped open in annoyance, accompanied by the urge to throw something very heavy. 'Like maybe a good sized Anvil...' He huffed in annoyance, and rolled to a sitting position. Sleeping just was not an option tonight. Climbing out of his bed, Kero scratched absently at the space between where his mask ended, and his hairlocks began. 'If I can't sleep, I may as well get some socializing in...' He started across the loft to the stairs leading onto the main floor, accidentally bumping another patron's bed in the process. The occupant tossed him a glare, to which he mutterd a quick apology, before stumbling down the stairs, and into the sea of tables. Nearing the bar, Kero tossed a few coins onto it's surface, and waved for the tender's attention. "Belbin... A pint, and as much beef as that'll pay for." He shuffled onto a stool where the bar met the wall, and continued his request. "... and hey! make sure it's cooked this time!" |
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