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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2012 13:42:57 GMT -8
[style=width: 420px; background-color: #ceca98; color: #252525; font-family: Utsaah; font-size: 14px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 12px; padding-right: 12px; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; border-radius: 40px;]Today was supposed to be a simple day. Today was supposed to be filled with chatter from customers, forcefully being flirted with by various women and men, putting back clothes, etc. Just like every day of his normal life as Viktor Krupin, Russian sales clerk. However, today was anything but that. Being woken up at the ungodly hour of three in the morning was not how he wanted to start the day. Viktor, or rather, Ivan received a call from his mentor Erik about a new job in the California area. Now, as much as Ivan wanted to tell him he had other plans or that he didn't want to do the job, he took it. The job seemed simple enough from what Erik had told him; drop into a private party for this shady millionaire and find out any information on the man's operations through any means necessary. He was expecting this mass amount of security and him having to lie his way through things. He was expecting shady-looking individuals running around and doing illegal things. Hell, he was expecting to having to go into guns ablazin'. But no. Right now, Ivan was currently hanging around the Observation Bar bored out of his damn mind in a ridiculous suit. Apparently, the private party was canceled or secretly moved to another location. Unfortunately for Ivan, he didn't figure this out until he actually got inside. No heavy security, no shady-looking individuals, no shady millionaire, nothing. Abso-freaking-lutely nothing. Instead, there were a bunch of rich snobs chatting amongst themselves and stuff. Fuck. His. Life. Grumbling in the corner for the moment, Ivan glared out of the window for a moment. I spent all day receiving information from Erik and the others to prepare for this, and then this happens, he mentally hissed, sighing deeply to relieve some of the anger. Once he was good and ready, Ivan walked right out of the Queen Mary, not turning back. Once outside, the safe mask of Viktor Krupin came out once again. Glancing about, he watched people walk to and fro on Long Beach, not having a care in the world. The selfish part of him longed for the freedom they had, but he quickly snuffed it out with a quick thought of his little sister Yana, effectively reminding the selfish part of him that he took on this role for her health and safety. "Might as well enjoy this free time I have then," the green-eyed male voiced aloud, distracting his mind from going down memory lane. Without so much as a thought, he began to aimlessly wander down Long Beach. Suit and tie be damned. WORDS: 000 TAGS: open
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DATE: April 13th TIME: 8 p.m.
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Post by ryuichi on Oct 29, 2012 4:14:51 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:420px;][style=text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;]The day's warmth lingered and the evening was clear and pleasant – Ryuichi stepped out of his massive Lincoln into the soft Long Beach evening, pausing to reach into the glove compartment for his Camels. He leaned on the driver side door and lit up, letting the breeze lift away his first puff of smoke. He was fresh from a consultation with the parents of a little girl who was professedly speaking Aramaic and moving furniture with her mind – while he was sure the girl was ill, she was definitely no more so than he had been at her age: she would benefit more from a psychiatrist's help than from his. He didn't think it had comforted her parents any to hear it from him.
He turned to lock the Continental and went to join the crowd. It was a friday and the crowd was thick with revelers despite the relatively early hour and the few minutes walk from the thick of things. The Queen Mary rose stately out of the water nearby. When he was a child his friends had been convinced that she was haunted – he very much doubted that, but it would be a hell of a place to cleanse of evil spirits by any means. He started towards the beach. He was perhaps not the most common sight here on a Friday afternoon in his severe black and starched white collar, but nobody paid him much attention and he made it to the water's edge unmolested. He leaned on the railing and stared out over the ocean. It was dark enough that only a few meters out into the water it was pitch black.
Ryuichi breathed out a slow plume of smoke and rested his forearms on the railing. He should be beginning to think about driving home, or he might end up sleeping on the Continental's wide back bench – but just because he had taken his vows didn't mean Long Beach on a Friday night had stopped appealing to him. Saturdays made excellent recuperative days between hard Fridays and celebrating early mass on Sunday, and he'd utilized his fair share while he was studying for his Bachelors. A little less once he'd started on the Doctorate and become more involved with the seminary – but his Fathers at Church couldn't begrudge him a stroll on the beach, amongst the flock.
Might as well enjoy the free time I have then, somebody spoke behind Ryuichi and for a moment he thought the young man was addressing him – there was nobody else within earshot. A man in a suit was almost as conspicuous as a man in a clerical collar – but at least the priest wasn't talking to himself. Ryuichi turned and leaned into his elbows. “Early sign of mental illness,” He said, smiling. Talking to oneself was rarely associated with possession, but some afflicted by demons spoke to familiars, and he had certainly observed it before – not that he had any suspicions the man behind him was fighting any demonic influences beyond maybe the simple vice of alcohol. Talking to oneself wasn't even that strongly linked to mental illness, but he had vast stockpiles of symptoms stored in his head. “Talking to yourself,” he clarified. [/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2012 13:23:46 GMT -8
[style=width: 420px; background-color: #ceca98; color: #252525; font-family: Utsaah; font-size: 14px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 12px; padding-right: 12px; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; border-radius: 40px;]To put it frankly, the moment Viktor started walking along the beach, he was kind of off in his own little world. In this world, he was reviewing all the information he (or more like Ivan) was given about his assignment for the night and how he had come up with his own game plan to get the job done. True, he was still a bit annoyed over the fact that he was given misinformation about the situation seeing as how the person he had been looking for was nowhere near where he was supposed to be, but he was going to let it go... Slowly.
It was rare for him to miss a job or screw it up.
It was even rarer for him to be caught completely off-guard by a random stranger just with the sound of their voice. Hell, he even visibly flinched when his inner thoughts had been disrupted.
He had to get his focus straight or he'd end up dead soon.
Upon setting green eyes on the owner of the strange voice, the blonde-haired male stopped in mild confusion. A... priest? What is a priest doing around here at this time of night? the spy questioned himself mentally as he took a brief glance at his wristwatch. It was still around 8 p.m. so it wasn't that late, but the pure sight of a man of the Lord standing along the beach was... odd. And what the hell was he talking to him for anyways?
Oh right, he had been talking to himself out loud before he had gone into his own little world.
How stupid of him to forget.
Offering the man a benevolent smile in return, Viktor let out a small chuckle of amusement. "I see. Well, I can assure you that I am not mentally ill, sir. From what I have witnessed, it seems rather normal nowadays," he stated simply, trying to suppress his accent to remain clear. "And it is a rather odd sight to see a... priest of sorts out here along the beach at night. Is something the matter?"
Did Viktor really care? No, not really, no. However, he was being polite and it wasn't like he had anything to do. Well, not anymore, he begrudgingly reminded himself, making for damn sure that his exterior did not reflect his current annoyed mood.
Perhaps talking to the man would help get some of the weight of the world off his shoulders. WORDS: 000 TAGS: ryuichi i.
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Post by ryuichi on Oct 29, 2012 21:15:45 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:420px;][style=text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;]Ryuichi tracked confusion on the suited man's face and patiently gave him a second to do the mental arithmetic. Surely the flinch had been a little necessary? Ryuichi's voice betrayed that he'd been smoking two packs a day for over a decade and a half, but he didn't usually get a jumpscare response for it. He raised an eyebrow, still leaning back onto his elbows. The man standing across from him was probably around the same age as he, well dressed and well presented, streetlight catching in blonde hair and severe glasses.
Nobody had called Ryuichi “sir” for a while – the stilted, formal tone of the response surprised him – it was pretty common in both the university and the church, but he hadn't expected it out on the street. Was that a subtle accent – was that Russian? Eastern Bloc? From what I have witnessed , it seems rather normal nowadays. Well, that was clear English. Ryuichi flicked his cigarette to the concrete and ground it out under his boot. Talking to oneself was normal nowadays? Maybe if speaking into the void of social networking counted.
“I'm sure the scope of your experience is vast and informed,” he replied, his tone entirely sincere. A small group of young men moved past in the background, already well-intoxicated and trying to hide it with poor success. Ryuichi considered reaching up and undoing his clerical collar so that he was less conspicuous, but something the younger man had said raised an amusement and annoyance together in his head.
A priest of sorts? The young exorcist raised an eyebrow. “Don't worry,” he replied, putting his hands in his pockets. “I don't think there's any spiritual emergencies afoot.” Not beyond the regular every-day corruptions, at any rate. He was beginning to think he had engaged the wrong stranger in conversation: this one was insulting his station. Of sorts. Ryuichi laughed. [/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2012 7:14:53 GMT -8
[style=width: 420px; background-color: #ceca98; color: #252525; font-family: Utsaah; font-size: 14px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 12px; padding-right: 12px; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; border-radius: 40px;]Despite the sincerity that seemed to be radiating off the dark-haired male, Viktor couldn't help but feel as if the man was almost mocking him. Or perhaps that was just his imagination running off with him again, the silly thing. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was still a bit jumpy due to actually being caught off-guard. Oh well, he'd had to get over it. It's not like the man wanted to do him any harm from what he could tell; they were just talking after all.
"Oh, my experience is probably limited to what I have seen during my job, so please do not bother listening to me," he hummed, taking a glance at the young males that were struggling to walk in a straight line. Seeing them stumble all over the place made him want to help them, but the putrid smell of alcohol was coming off of them in sickening waves. And then there was the one male that actually started pouring out all the contents of his stomach on the ground.
No thank you.
Tonight was not the night to deal with drunkards if it wasn't a part of his job.
When the other man started speaking again, Viktor tore his attention away to look at him again. Seeing his stance, the Russian couldn't help but feel as if he had said something wrong. Perhaps I offended him? he questioned himself internally while tilting his head to the side in mild curiosity. "Ah, well that is good then, I suppose. Pardon me if I have offended you in any way," the blonde apologized with a tip of his head.
A harsh sound of screaming hit the air from further down the beach, stealing the blonde male's attention as he looked for the source of it. He then took notice of the same group of drunk men fist-fighting with what seemed to be another group of drunks. Viktor couldn't help but sigh at the sight; did people have no decency nowadays? How ridiculous.
Normally, he would stay away from these sort of fights and just allow the people to fix it themselves during their little brawl; what should it matter to him anyways? But the sight of two men being horribly beaten and kicked by the other group while the rest of their buddies were stumbling away was sickening and cruel. Damn his morality for kicking in.
"Excuse me for a moment," he muttered towards the dark-haired man before striding over towards the group of men. Was he expecting them to just listen to what he was going to say? Nope, they're drunk idiots beating up on some poor men. He'd probably have to yank them off of the men seeing how brutally they were hurting them.
Oh well. At least he was able to do a good deed for the day. WORDS: 000 TAGS: ryuichi i.
NOTES: viktor, don't be a hero, damn it! D< [/style] |
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Post by ryuichi on Oct 30, 2012 17:14:09 GMT -8
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Ryuichi tracked the drunks past his companion, but he wasn't on duty and a couple of drunk kids ruffled exactly none of his ecclesiastical feathers, and even fewer personal ones, except to be unimpressed that they were so far gone so early. They must be students from the university. Wine is a mocker, strong drink a brawler, and whoever is led astray by it is not wise. Proverbs 20:1. Ask him what the Bible said about drinking. Ask him what the Bible said about fighting. Ask him to explain in his cigarette-harsh voice and adjunct gold-star attempt at lung cancer what the Bible said about your body being a temple.
He was about to reply that no, he wasn't offended, when somebody screamed nearby. He turned to find the source of the sound without urgency. Further down the beach, their friends the intoxicated students were clashing with another group of young men. Ryuichi noted that the scuffle had the other man's attention, too. It didn't last more than a few seconds before the losers were limping off, leaving two of their own behind to soak up punishment. Well if that wasn't a familiar sight.
And him all standing nearby with the authority & compassion of the Church. He sighed and started to straighten up to intervene, cracking knuckles well-used to brawling, although he suspected all the scuffling students needed was to be restrained. The Lord commanded that His followers do good, and not enable sin and depravity by standing by and doing nothing – to be good one must do good. If anyone, then, knows the good they ought to do and doesn't do it, it is sin for them. Ryuichi relied on the Bible to inform his moral code; the Word of God filled in where he wasn't equipped to make his own ethical decisions.
He was surprised when his jittery, polite, self-depreciating companion was on the same track, moving towards the scuffle. Jumpy when addressed, but willing to make another's troubles his own?Ryuichi could respect that. He followed without replying, stride lazy. He and his friend were outnumbered, but then, they hadn't been drinking and as far as the exorcist was concerned that put them at least three up on the intoxicated students. Besides, risk assessment had never been his strong point.
“I think that's quite enough, boys,” Ryuichi said, without raising his voice. They could have one free opportunity to desist and bugger off before things got interesting - or the cops some bystander had inevitably called showed up.[/style] |
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Post by KYOKO SHIOMI on Nov 8, 2012 17:19:46 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][cs=2] LITTLE TRAVELER ♣ | | [atrb=style, width: 50px;][atrb=valign,top] W | ork. It was a blessing and a curse. With the current economy Kyoko supposed she should be happy for having her job with her and making a steady income, but at the same time her job was just absolutely taxing. Every single day she was expected to do paperwork in the office when she wasn't called out for duty. Did she look like someone who enjoyed paperwork? Did she look like someone who would spend time at a desk signing and writing things instead of being out and about protecting people? Because if it wasn't obvious already, she did like paperwork at all. And she had been working late just to do it too - it was already seven thirty and she expected to be staying another one or two hours until she got the bulk of the work done. She had been eating take out frequently all throughout the week and missed some of her classes - well, she could always borrow notes from another person. Criminal Justice was an interesting subject for her... only she really hated the homework.
But here she was, sitting at her desk over a pile of papers. She really shouldn't have put it off, and she knew that now. But she never did learn from her mistakes. At least she had a little company, though they weren't the best. They were off doing their own little thing. She swore she was about to fall asleep when a call came in for a cop to go to Long Beach. The beach... she was half tempted to make the newbies do it, but maybe it was because she was feeling generous that she was going to go. Street brawl near the beach. Just what she needed - no one liked things like this. But she supposed she ought to do it. The police cruiser if it would be do kind as to give her directions because she knew she would get lost.
She was nice. This was a distraction from paperwork anyways. Entertainment at last! Kyoko found herself not as sleepy as she was at the station. Although directions proved to be a problem. Maybe if she kept driving towards the general direction the beach she'd be able to make it there? She resolved to do something of the short. The civilian that had called the station hadn't exactly been very clear, so she could very well fudge that little fact and blame it on that instead of her very obvious lack of directional sense. Long Beach wasn't too far from the station, and it only took her ten minutes tops to arrive, which was a surprising feat in herself seeing as her sense of direction was by far the worst in the station.
And the brawl wasn't all that hard to find, either. What else would a group of men looking particularly violent be? And if this wasn't the problem that was called in, she would have stopped anyways for the criminal intent that was definitely present. People these days.
Seemed like another two had the same idea as she did - an odd bunch they were, with their attire and all. A priest and... a man in a suit and tie. Near the beach. Well, she has seen worse before so really she didn't mind. But somehow she was still surprised that she made it to this point, and didn't manage to get lost. And... a police cruiser. She forgot that she needed to park this thing. It wasn't like - no, justice needed to prevail either way. Screw cars. There was... what exactly was this group doing?
Oh god... was that an old man? No, that just wasn't right. These young men picking on their elders? Just who did they think they were. She was a sucker for dramatic entrances, so maybe she should take out her gun? It'll scare them a little, hopefully enough for them to bugger off. At the same time, it might be just a bit extreme. Maybe her uniform would be enough?
She decided not to take out her gun and hope for the best, and hopefully she wouldn't have to take out the gun from her holster. But looking at the group and how piss drunk they looked right about now, hoping for that was probably going to end in disaster. "I'd listen to the priest if I were you."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2012 7:58:44 GMT -8
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Perhaps I am just making it up, the blonde Russian quipped as he continued approaching the men, roughly grabbing one of the drunken men to keep him from placing another kick on the poor men lying on the floor. Imagine his horror when he took notice that the victims that were currently huddled on the ground were actually older men; it was sickening how battered they seemed. Really, how could one do that to someone who was not only weaker than them, but their elder? What the hell is wrong with people?
The addition of a new voice snapped the spy out of his thoughts and momentarily caught him off-guard (again). Green eyes immediately sought out the source of the voice, only for him to have a quick panic attack seeing that it was a cop. He really had to tread carefully now; he hated getting involved with the police. Not only did they hinder him from doing what needed to be done and such, but if he got into any sort of trouble with the police, Erik would have his head and rant at him for being irresponsible.
Like hell was he going to get that lecture again.
Pushing the drunk man to the side, Viktor knelt down next to one of the beaten men, attempting to check how badly he was injured. The only problem was that the man was currently black, blue, purple and red all over. But at least he was groaning in pain, so that mean he was still alive and breathing. Viktor was going to warn them about the men needing immediate medical attention, but then he noticed how pissed the drunkards seemed that they were stopped.
One other thing he also noticed? They had pocket knives in their hands and they looked ready to slice anyone and anything they came into contact with. Perhaps getting into it with these drunks wasn't a good idea.
At least I can shield these beaten men, he noted, glaring at the drunks and watching them carefully. One wrong move would mean a new scar that he most definitely didn't want.
To hell with today. WORDS: 000 TAGS: ryuichi i. + kyoko s.
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Post by KYOKO SHIOMI on Dec 1, 2012 23:33:49 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][cs=2] LITTLE TRAVELER ♣ | | [atrb=style, width: 50px;][atrb=valign,top] A | nd of course, things never would go the way she wanted them to. What in the world did Kyoko do in her life to make things end up like this? Drunken men... always a fun thing to deal with. Drunken men beating up older men, never really fun. And she really didn't want to have to draw her gun on them, either. Perhaps they could settle this rather peacefully... fat chance seeing how absolutely wasted they were. But the other man seemed to be holding his own with them. Whereas the man in the religious garb wasn't doing so well...
Kyoko winced as one of the rather violent drunks grabbed hold of the priest. And before she could even think to try to help the guy, he was stabbed. Just amazing, a murder right before her eyes. Sure, this was Los Angeles and murders happened all the time, but she was mostly worried about what her boss might say. She was at the scene of the murder and she hadn't been able to do anything to prevent it. Great, now if there was another death on her head she'd probably have her ass fired. Well, not fired, but something along the lines of being demoted to having the less than desirable jobs in the station.
But she did have to admit, the drunkard had some amazing reflexes for having drunk so much. She didn't want to provoke them, as they had weapons, but Kyoko couldn't just wait for backup to arrive - that would spell trouble for everyone here. Sure, she had called for it, but they hadn't exactly been on her tail. Amazing. Just amazing. But since the hospital was supposed to be close by, the ambulance should be here. 911 had been dialed, that was why she was here, of all people.
She would say something in this situation - a snide remark or just an insult. But she was just a bit more cautious to it. An armed drunk was a dangerous drunk. They seemed more angry than panicked, so Kyoko was afraid if she did draw her gun things would just end in a bloody mess. But the beaten men plus not so harmed bystander... they couldn't just stay where they were when the armed men were advancing on them. Work. If only the world wasn't so violent, people might actually live longer! Yeah! Not a completely foreign concept, right?
She supposed the best she could do was try to pull the injured men out of there. The man covered one of them, and while the drunkards were distracted with them, she took the opportunity to pull one of the other ones to safety. "Just hold out for a little longer, alright? We'll get you to a hospital soon."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2012 10:44:36 GMT -8
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There was a part of him that suggested he should be shocked by what had just happened. But another part of him reminded him that death was absolutely normal in his line of work, so he shouldn't be affected whatsoever by it. Perhaps the only thing that bothered him about it was the fact that he probably could've prevented the priest-like man's death if he had actually reacted quicker and done something about it.
Alas, it wasn't so and he'd have to deal with it. There were two older men on the ground suffering from wounds after all. Their well-being supersedes the death of the other man.
Out of the corner of the blonde Russian's eyes, he noticed the police officer pulling the other beaten man away from the situation. Although the thought occurred to him to do the same, he couldn't just turn his back on the drunks that were wielding knives; he didn't feel like being stabbed tonight, thanks very much. Perhaps if he distracted the drunks, the police woman could drag this other man he was currently guarding away from the area.
Standing up and turning his full attention to the armed men, Viktor quickly muttered to the female officer, "Get this man away from here." Without skipping a beat, he quickly punched the drunkard that had initially stabbed the priest right in the face. The man became disoriented and angry, so as a result, the group of drunks started attacking him instead.
As quick as the blond spy was, he couldn't avoid getting hit forever; he was only human, damn it. A few knicks here and there was what he managed to obtain through dodging most of their attacks; so long as they didn't manage to actually stab him, he didn't care.
He really had to learn how to stay out of situations. WORDS: 000 TAGS: kyoko s.
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Post by KYOKO SHIOMI on Dec 14, 2012 22:50:37 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][cs=2] LITTLE TRAVELER ♣ | | [atrb=style, width: 50px;][atrb=valign,top] I | t wasn't everyday that the police officer would complain about the efficiency of the medical team, but five minutes in and Kyoko swore they were just pulling her leg. Where the hell were they? If this was how fast the service was going to be, she might as well leave the men to die. But she wasn't that type of person. In this type of high profile situation, they should have been here so much quicker. But she couldn't complain. There was another man in there as well, so she needed to get him out of there too.
But still. Help was surely going to be on its way. It was just taking an insanely long time. The man beside her moan in pain, which tore a bit through her heart. The ambulance... she didn't even really care much about her backup so long as the men were transported to the hospital.
"It will be on it's way, alright?" There was really nothing that the man could do but wait anyways. And there was really nothing that she could do until this man gave her an opening. Jumping into a group of armed people was generally a bad idea all around, and he was already in the middle of things. She just needed an opening...
And it seemed like he would be providing her with one. It seemed like he was providing her with a chance now. As he started to violently retaliate, she dove in and dragged the remaining man out. A couple of minutes later the ambulance showed up... as well as backup.
Took them long enough.
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Post by F A T E on Dec 14, 2012 22:55:40 GMT -8
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FATE HAS NOTICED YOUR PRESENCE | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 450px; text-align: center; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 25px;]
You have been rewarded with ONE RESIDUE EACH as this thread is now complete. It has been placed in the archives under the 'finished' sub-board. You are more than welcome to PM fate if this thread is not finished or if you are unhappy/unsatisfied with the amount of fate that has been rewarded. Keep up the great work and keep posting with other members. | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 35px;] |
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