The Writer's Café

I will but first I need to find out how to make a thread in the first place !
 
Ooc// I say we keep going. It was great fun yesterday!

BiC//

Irin moaned. She was lying on the floor, motionless except for her breathing. Through blurred vision, she saw some blood leak out on the floor, and felt vaugely annoyed. Then everything blacked out.
 
Star watches silently from his hiding spot in the back room. "I can't hide forever," he thinks to himself, "but I still can't show my face. They all still want to kill me."

He sees Irin still on the floor and has no choice. He puts his first aid to use and helps her, while making sure Noone sees him. There was still literally a bounty on his head.
 
GlooMi stood in the darkest corner of the café lurking, for she had nothing better to do, she noticed star darting towards Irin, and prepared a shield in the wounded girl's defense.

Then she saw the red cross on the white box Star was carrying. She reluctantly lowered her hand and continued watching, making sure that it wasnt all a trick
 
Star finally fixed the wound as well as he could. He continued to do what he could. As a wanted criminal, he couldn't call 911. "$75,000 or Irin's life, anyone watching will have to pick." He said aloud to himself. He hoped the situation wouldn't required more drastic action.
 
Irin came to a short time later and found they her wound was bandaged and the bleeding had nearly stopped. It still hurt, though. She tried to remember one of her healing spells, but came up empty. It was probably for the best anyway. Irin was horrible at healing spells.
She looked up and saw a man. "...Star?"
 
Star was now in true panic. His cover was blown and his freedom was on the line. "lay down and rest." He stated and dashed out tje door without looking back.
 
"Strange..." Irin thought. He didn't look like his old self, yet somehow, Irin knew.
Instead of lying down, she struggled to sit up, wondering what she had done to her shoulder. She probably tripped and fell or something.

Irin couldn't remember what had happened.
 
The mysterious cloaked figure walked into the cafe, hands clutching his sword. He takes a seat and says a word.

'Waitor."

The others had the feeling when you knew a person, but did not at the same time. He could sense all those lurking nearby, but did not react. He took a glance at the wounded Irin, but looked away like before.
 
He sits in his chair and wonders wether Irin or those who had lurked momentarily will acknowledge themselves.

"Did I scare them off?" He thought.

He called again for a waitor.
 
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