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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 1 2013, 10:32 PM (127 Views) | |
| Skeets Wonderwood | Apr 1 2013, 10:32 PM Post #1 |
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Building: A late 1980's hotel left over from the multiple changing of hands of the state. It was left in an ignored location near the border of Southside, making it a great location for the mix of lowlife scum and the higher ups of the island.![]() Interior: The interior, which is located on the 5th floor, is a fairly poor blend of 80's Cuban style Florida and modern accommodations. The bed is a bit too small for Skeet's sex romps and the couch is basically a bean bag chair, but it's livable.
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| Roger The Ruskie Marxson | Jul 9 2013, 04:38 AM Post #2 |
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Roger found it disheartening to see a pool of blood in front of Skeets' neighbor's doorway, or what was left of that doorway. He peered into the room, finding nothing of value and no occupants. Eh, it's not like he cares about them anyway, he has seen enough people's deaths since taking up the real Viscount's job as leader and monarch of the new Soviet Bloc. If only Skeets remained in the Bloc, he would've pardon him the moment he heard of this travesty, but alas. They were both now here, so it would make no difference. In prison, the strongest of the strong rules. But that aside, he needn't not to brood just yet. He knocked on Skeets' doorway. "Skeets, it's me. Putin. I mean, Roger. Roger Putin Marxson. You know, we met when we got drunk at that playgirl's conference. I told you I was secretly a clone made to overthrow the Russian Viscount Putin. We sang Blueberry Hill."
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