The Writer's Café

[Cridenbel]

"it's not the Juliana you know, she split into 2 people, 2 personalities one good one bad... The one trying to get through is the good one, the one I'm in love with" David says somenly

 

[*Caliber (02)]

Unsheaths his sword and runs outside.

 

[TheSilverPanda]

Out

when does this take place?

In

 

[*Caliber (02)]

Out
I don't know but you could use guns if you want.

 

[*Caliber (02)]

In

 

[*Kimber03 (01)]

Redelle smiles greatfully and swings her sword around to get back the original connection between her and her weapon.

 

[*Kimber03 (01)]

-Out-
Guns aren't as fun or as whimsical.
-In-

 

[lIIIl__Reg-MidgetTerror__IllII]

"Yes, I know," says Reg. "But the bad one is trying to get through, too, and if she gets through, who knows what might happen..." Reg shuddered involuntarily. She already knew what would happen.

 

[lIIIl__Reg-MidgetTerror__IllII]

-Out-
Guns aren't as fun or as whimsical.
-In-

out
i agree. Star has guns, but they just not the type of thing that feels right.
in

 

[*Kimber03 (01)]

Redelle doesn't speak as she sheathes her sword. She tries to focus on the current situation.

 

[Cridenbel]

David sits down to think

"any idea's as what to do?"

 

[TheSilverPanda]

Out

just asking, no real reason lol

in

zak unsheaths his blade, hidden in his blade

 

[Keir117]

Woop

 

[lIIIl__Reg-MidgetTerror__IllII]

David sits down to think

"any idea's as what to do?"

Reg giggles.

out
PICS AGAIN? :lol: :lol:
in

 

[*Kimber03 (01)]

Redelle walks around restlessly, mumbling words to herself absently.

 

[Keir117]

Keir slams through the roof of the cafe crashing into the floor. After a couple of minutes he crawls out of the crater, slowly he stumbles towards the exit whilst muttering to himself, "how many orbital re-entries can happen to a guy?". A few feet from the door he collapse in a heap

 

[Cridenbel]

Out

lol, it was in context 

In
David rubs his temples to try and soften the pain he was feeling, not just in his head. But in his chest, in his rib cage, in the form of a big red beating blob of useless, good for nothing but hurting you junk.

 

[*Kimber03 (01)]

Redelle glances curiously at Keir, but makes no move to help.

 

[*Caliber (02)]

Helps keir.

 

[*Kimber03 (01)]

Sighing, Redelle moves in a bit closer to look at the person who fell through the roof.