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Post by Perrin on Oct 4, 2007 22:30:41 GMT -5
Perrin let out a small yawn. "To be honest, im over Paris. Sightseeings for people who have to much spare time and a camera." Standing up he stretched his arms, he took his hoodie off and looked at the silver watch on his wrist, 4:30pm time for a drink he thought to himself. Perhaps something to eat, he hadn't noticed he was hungry untill Arai talked about food. "Im going to find a bar." If any of you wish to join the be my guest." Looking again at Arai and Namir. "if not guess i'll see you round." He said as he turned on his heel, he had seen a bar by the cafe he had been at earlier and all he wanted was a nice cool jug of beer.
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Post by Arai on Oct 7, 2007 15:43:34 GMT -5
Arai let out a small laugh. "I am hardly old enough to drink," she said, "and besides, I wouldn't even if I could. Too much a loss of control." Inspecting a fingernail, she glanced after him as he left. She didn't like him, not much at all. And he obviously reciprocated the feeling, judging by his readiness to tip her over in her chair. She just didn't trust anyone nowadays: that was a lesson she had fast learned after being on her own. Arai had the feeling that if they had threatened Perrin, he would have fought back to kill them with no qualms. She also felt that if he had carried a gun on him, he wouldn't have hesitated to shoot them.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 7, 2007 15:51:32 GMT -5
Namir gazed after Perrin, it wasn't early enough in the day to drink, that called for an extreme hang over in the morning. She adjusted in the chair, sitting up a little more and hugging her knees to her chest. Him leaving that early gave her a bad vibe, she raised her eyebrow up after him and turned back to her companions, something about him just didn't rub her the right way. Normally Namir was up for a little danger, but with him being a hunter, that type of violence wasn't something to be toyed with, what made him have such a personal vendetta against them? She gave him a sense of darkness, and however beautiful he was he couldn't hide it, like the thorns of a lush red rose. "So," she stated to her companions snapping out of her trance, "what do we do now?"
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