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[midnightxraine]

Starter: open Torren Blackmere Location: Valdrienne, a tavern in the upper city

Torren didn't care for the capital, he'd been here a handful of times as a young man for tourneys. It was Blackmere tradition that you entered a tourney as soon as you came of age, of course, Torren had taken the victory that year when he was just twenty- one years of age. Now here he was, seventeen years later. The city still smelt the same though, the sky still looked the same. Even with the old king dead, nothing seemed to change in Durn - not really. The tavern was busy tonight, ladies and lords all making polite conversation, Torren preferred something a little noisier normally, still he leant on the counter leaning in to listen to someone's conversation. "Be careful what you say - you never know who could be listening" he joked to the person beside him.

[andrewcrp-blog]

“Shameless got me like.” 

[bloodycarrow-blog]

Aquel cuerpo escondido de la vista publica entre los botes de basura estaba pálido y casi inerte, casi porque el se encargo de que siguiera respirando… con algo de dificultad pero aun lo hacia. El castaño solo permanecía recostado sobre una de las estrechas paredes del callejón con un cigarro entre sus dedos, el cual de vez en cuando llevaba a su boca. No era bueno encontrarse a un Amycus malhumorado, menos el llevarle la contraria y aquello lo supo bien aquel hombre de una mala manera.

Ya el sol llevaba algunas horas de haberse ocultado y las pocas personas que se atrevían a recorrer los húmedos callejones habían desaparecido en cuestión de minutos, mas aun al escuchar lamentos y clemencia de alguien a lo que nadie se acercaba ni por simple curiosidad. El andar escondiéndose como rata no era algo que le agradaba pero en esas instancias no le quedaba de otra.

Poco a poco el tiempo fue cambiando hasta que la lluvia se hizo presente pero eso no lo hizo moverse ni un centímetro de donde estaba; su cigarro se apagó y lo que comenzó como pequeñas gotas se convirtió casi en una tempestad. Eso no inmutó al ex Slytherin.

[andrewcrp-blog]

“Yeah i’m trying to find that restaurant, but all i see is a chick-fil-a in its place?” 

[meaningofmaple]

Open Starter @acstarters Corin Valdris Location: Outside in Capital City

Corin was sat on the saddle, his gloved hand resting against the reins as his horse impatiently moved beneath him. The afternoon sun felt warm against his skin and he contently watched the busy city with quiet interest.

The capital was a place where everything important happened, he'd been told that his whole life. Every smile hid a motive, every greeting carried a hidden question or want. Corin had always found that rather entertaining, he lived for a game. His eyes scanned the crowd until they settled on someone approaching.

"Well," he said, his voice filled with his usual confidence. "Either you’re lost, or you were looking for me," he joked, rather pleased with himself. "I would be careful though, I do believe my horse has just kindly left a present on the ground, he said as his nose wrinkled.

[15-not-fifty]

[hearing we have orientation i drop my bags on the table walking down the hall to the vending machine to get chips before heading over to this meeting]

[tatesummers]

"When are we gonna restock on food? All the good stuff's gone."

[the-frankie-shwartz-blog]

So, why have you decided to get this tattoo?