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| Talking and bribing part four: the unexpected meeting... | |
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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 2. July 2013, 22:51 (233 Views) | |
| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 2. July 2013, 22:51 Post #1 |
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It's quiet around the borders here... Unsettingly quiet... Uncle Leonard would say that there have to be some Japs in the bush and I tend to think he would be right... Dressed in the usual night camouflage uniform with combat boots and fieldcap, George went out this night to do his part in patrolling the border. Being Primogen didn't exempt from such duties, after all... Something seemed odd to him, as if there was something... not quite as it seemed to be, but he didn't know what it was... Even Barry who had the previous watch couldn't say what exactly was unusual about this particular park, but something was... |
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| Kiara | Sunday, 28. July 2013, 05:50 Post #2 |
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Grove Ward it was. There was something ironic about the entire thing, but she couldn't quite put the finger on what it was. Grove Ward... It sounded... Familiar. Something echoed within her mind, dragging her away from her physical being... But she pulled herself in again, shaking her head slowly and focused on the matter at hand, shoo'ing away the ghosts. Kiara was wearing boots, tights and a skirt, with a zipped jacket on top. The usual make-up, the usual looks, there wasn't much variation in her overall appearance. Her steps were loud on purpose when walking towards the Brujah after turning the corner. Not too much, but enough so it couldn't be considered "sneaking up" on someone. With her, came a cold breeze of wind blowing, winds of winter that did not belong in the summer. "Mr. Harris..." she hissed staring at his eyes from the distance as she closed in. "It seems you are a very popular man as of late..." |
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| George Henry Harris | Friday, 2. August 2013, 23:25 Post #3 |
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If George was still alive the hair on his neck would have stood up and a small shiver trickled down his back... Something creepy was going on like on that day on sea back in '62 when Billy drowned in an accident and the Old Men had trouble convincing their men the ship wasn't doomed... Felt just like that day for a moment. Then he turned around and noticed the figure approaching and forced himself to keep his hands away from pistol and knife instead folding them on his back with a small smile. "Ms. Rivers, I assume ? Well, it's not as if a fool trying to get something and therefore handing out boons wasn't popular... People giving out things are always awfully popular..." |
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