Macbeth
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By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 17, 2011 0:05:29 GMT -5
(('Night! <3<3))
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Post by tshamien on Nov 17, 2011 9:29:22 GMT -5
There was significant knocking at his door and it was really late at night. Tristan was awake because he didn't usually sleep much and instead of making Nevada get up to tend to a crying Lucy he had been a great husband and done so instead.
He was currently standing in his kitchen with his right fist in a bowl of alcohol. The price of being a boxer was consistantly bruised or bleeding knuckles. He lifted his hand out of the bowl and shook the alcohol off. He wiped it on a clear towel and then went to the door and opened it.
Tristan immediately raised a brow at Goblin and this other kid standing at his door. "It's two in the morning..."
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 17, 2011 11:47:26 GMT -5
Cav blinked, still in a daze. This guy was huge. "Whoa, you're big." Did bigger people have bigger couches? 'Cause that might be nice. A big, comfy couch. Couch. Heh. Couch is a funny word. Cooouuuccchhh.
Oh, Jesus, he was not doing so hot.
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Goblin
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Never make a promise or plan, take a little love where you can.
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Post by Goblin on Nov 17, 2011 12:06:54 GMT -5
"Is it?" Goblin's eyes widened. "Sorry." He tried to remember what they were here for. "Can we...sleep somewhere?"
He was never letting Cav talk him into anything ever again.
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Post by tshamien on Nov 17, 2011 12:33:21 GMT -5
Tristan blinked at the two of them, "You'se actually look like you need to splash water on your faces so you sober up enough to untie your shoes and then pass out." He held open the door for them.
"And yeah, I'm big. It's pretty helpful when you're scaring the shit outta people."
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 17, 2011 12:53:10 GMT -5
Cav nodded in thanks, stumbling in. He made a beeline for the couch, collapsing onto it. "You're the one who broke out Script and Gypsy. Shoulda' left Gypsy. She's mean."
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Post by tshamien on Nov 17, 2011 13:16:53 GMT -5
"Gyspy wasn't my idea, it was Jimmy's. Besides it gave us an in to the Eastman Brothel." Tristan lit a cigarette and then sat down in the armchair by the window.
"Who're you?"
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 17, 2011 13:24:46 GMT -5
"Cavalier. Cav. Whatever. I'm friends with that guy." He pointed at Goblin, curling up on the couch.
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Goblin
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Post by Goblin on Nov 17, 2011 13:25:30 GMT -5
"He's from the Refuge," Goblin said, collapsing in a chair and kicking off his shoes without untying them. He curled up and didn't join in the rest of the conversation, because he didn't want to talk about Script, or Gypsy, or especially Jimmy, who he had never met but would happily have strangled with his bare hands.
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Post by tshamien on Nov 17, 2011 13:28:09 GMT -5
"My wife's gonna kill me," Tristan muttered and then hoisted himself out of the chair. "You wake up my kids and I'll kill the both of you."
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 17, 2011 13:35:08 GMT -5
Cav waved him off. "Got it. No waking kids. Sleep time." He closed his eyes, passing out almost as soon as he did.
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Post by tshamien on Nov 17, 2011 13:39:07 GMT -5
((LOL this is awesome, Nevada is gonna freak))
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Post by NevadaShamien on Nov 17, 2011 14:31:05 GMT -5
() ok lemme read through all this and I'll enter....I'm allowed to enter right?!))
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Post by tshamien on Nov 17, 2011 14:36:30 GMT -5
((ha of course, because it's gonna be hilarious))
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Goblin
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Post by Goblin on Nov 17, 2011 14:37:12 GMT -5
((Sure! ;D))
Goblin had no intention of waking up any kids, in a moment or two, he'd passed out cold as well.
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