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Post by Beau Del Sol on Apr 13, 2019 19:29:02 GMT -5
(This is an open environment to casually RP in with a character. The same rules apply here as they do with any other functioning part of AW. Now let’s bust this peach open and see where she takes us...)
The bar was dimly lit, smoke wafted through the air. Beau Blaze sat on a wooden stool at the bar sipping on a Bud Light and bumming a lighter from the bartender.
(This is as fun as we make it, it’s your world too, create it into what you want and watch the magic of different ideas become one!)
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Post by Beau Del Sol on Apr 28, 2019 8:30:32 GMT -5
Beau stood up from the bar and started pouring liquor on the floor. He threw a lit cigarette on it watching it ignite.
“Bye, bye upstairs downstairs.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2019 17:27:32 GMT -5
Harry Diderot, with a sizable crew at his 3, 6 and 9, walked through the saloon doors of what many had rumored was the new hit joint for A-dub talent. Seeing "The Bullfrog" at the cusp of Nero's wake, Harry and some homies help extinguish the blaze (both on and off the stage). Harry then cracked some bottles of CÎROC and shit got lit. And just when things dialed down, in popped all 600 lbs of Richie "Gravy n' Grits" Diderot with a party van full the ladies.
Richie then took the stage saying "hit it Boiiii!" and dropped a band new song from ATL legend, and Diderot ally, Future
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Post by Chris Santiago on May 3, 2019 0:13:45 GMT -5
Another person came into the saloon was Chris Santiago. He had his nostalgic long black trench coat put on and a weary face like he wasn't asleep for days. He wasn't in a very good mood. Angry? Hardly. Happy? Barely. He played a role as a man who doesn't give a single fuck in this world.
Typically, Santiago tried to live in the ascetic life as a wrestler where he vowed to abstain himself from alcohol and smoke. However, Chris thought that it was different. He grabbed a cigarette and placed it on his mouth to start smoking. He reached his seat located at the corner of the venue.
Chris stared at the place as he felt reminiscent to the old' days back when he was with someone. He sighed then shook his head. Santiago then lowered his head to keep himself low profile. He then pulled the cigar from his mouth and puffed a smoke from his breath.
"Feeling like good days, isn't it girls?"
No one was there to accompany him when he uttered that. Chris put the stick back on his mouth, and the rest was he kept in silence.
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