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Post by ~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~ on Oct 30, 2005 6:21:38 GMT
And that she was. Drinking her usual Hell Freeze, Morgan sat at her usual table, with a hood to a band sweatshirt oulled over her head. She was examining something odd on her chest, visible by her zipup swaetshirt, exposing the top of her chest. A skull, wearing a crown, with butterfly wings. A tattoo? Yes.
She sat in the darkness, rolling her eyes at the passes and glances she got. Dowing her smoking blue drink, it magicklly refilled. She pulled out 7 sickles, and tossed them safely to the barmaid, paying for her next few drinks.
She would be there a while.
ooc:http://www.tribal-celtic-tattoo.com/images/labels/oldskoolbutterflskull2.jpg
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Post by Molly, Max & Michelle Voltaire on Oct 31, 2005 12:46:41 GMT
In the corner a girl sat alone. She had on a pair of fadded jeans and an over sized pale misty grey sweatshrit. Her brown hair was in two seperate braids both very messy. She pushed up her reading glasses entranced in the book she eas reading as Ahab speared the cursed whale of the Sea's. She was drinking a froathy moca java moca with extra whip cream and caramel. She did not even notice the girl at the bar.
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Post by Mathilde Boudreaux on Oct 31, 2005 12:50:08 GMT
Mathilde bursts in "The princess has arrived!" Mathilde floated over to her arch nemesis kissing each cheek." Morgan darling, you still have that greasy hair. I told you I would lend you that conditioner but you just won't take it, *sighs*." *She turns her attention to the bartender* "Oh garcon? One java mocha java! Extra whipped cream and hot fudge! And a slim fast for my friend here" *she flutters her eyelashes*
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Post by Molly, Max & Michelle Voltaire on Oct 31, 2005 12:55:19 GMT
Her attention torn from her book she looked up at the display at the bar, rolling her great blue eyes.
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Post by ~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~ on Nov 3, 2005 5:04:29 GMT
Morgan looked up, Seeing her HATED rival. "Oh...s***..." She said slowly, wanting nothing more than to plunge her spiked bracelet through the girls throat. Mathilde made a comment about her hair, to wich Morgan's mouth dropped open. "My hair, Is not greasy! It....Is...SHINY! Just because your hair is dull, and oh-so-last-year's color, Does NOT mean mine has to be."
To accentuate her point, she flipped her shock white and black hair out of her frost blue eyes, and grinned "That," She pointed to the drink "Will give you pimples. This," Se pointed to her electric blue drink "Will get you inhebriated." She looked around the room. "Which is more fun." She whispered, her eyes siddenly falling on....Mathilde? No wait, It couldn't have been...This Mathilde had brown hair. Wow, was she gone already?
"You." She called, pointing to the mathilde look-a-like. "Come here. Now."
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Post by Molly, Max & Michelle Voltaire on Nov 3, 2005 18:18:01 GMT
Madrigal choked on her drink surprised. "Me?" She blinked at the strange gothey girl.
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