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The Cornerian Bar on Galaxies; The stickied RP returns.
Topic Started: Feb 26 2011, 12:17 PM (24,011 Views)
Rising Phoenix
CDF Third Lieutenant
It is said that you come to a bar when you want to drown up your sorrows, and it is was no less true for a blue fox named Deckér who approached the entrance slowly, looking down, and with a tired look on his eyes.

"Do you want me to go inside?" Asked his ship companion.

"No, stay there. It is like every place we go there is someone out to get me." He replied.

"While it is correct to assume that, you must remember this is a bar, and you entering at late night hours. You may either find yourself with a mostly empty place, or may find lots of trouble inside." Commented the black ship.

Deckér just nodded, and moved in. At this point, he was too bored, tired, and generally in a too low mood to heed warnings or advice.

As he entered, picked a table around a corner, preferable close to a window.
He looked outside and found his friend had not moved, at all.

Then he waited patiently, as if something would happen.
 
Rising Phoenix
CDF Third Lieutenant
Deckér's communicator started to give a low bleep. "Who is it?" he asnwered.

"It is me. I have just seen three strange peoples enter the bar. One as you can see is wearing an armor." It was the Black Soviet.

"Saw that myself... Black Obvious." He replied.

"Yes, but I mean you should stay out of their range. They probably have military-graded equipment.

And I do not feel like going inside to save you from your own mistakes today too."

"Shut up and wait there, will you?"

"As you wish. Just stay out of trouble. I am supposed to have my share of 'free time' too."

The conversation was quick and somewhat cold. Neither the ship or the blue fox were particulary cheerful, althrough for the ship it was much, much easier to fake his mood, since he was, well a ship.
 
Rising Phoenix
CDF Third Lieutenant
Deckér was feeling separated from the rest of the world. Or "distanced" was a more appropiated word.

While for some time he enjoyed the lonely travels, he hardly get to know someone. He remembered his old days...

"Black Sov, come inside." He said, grabbing his communicator.

"Okay." Said the ship, and after some difficult attempts to enter through the main door (and nearly breaking a window), he was inside, and headed for Deckér's table.

"Here." Said the ship, and Deckér let out a fake smile.
 
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