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Post by serioussin on Apr 24, 2011 7:25:37 GMT -4
"Wow. This place is huge! Seriously..." Sin mumbles to himself as he explores the mansion. He has a seat on the weight bench, not to work out, but to rest his feet for a moment. Let's be realistic, his frame isn't built for muscles. Most people would describe him as 'slight', however a more mean spirited person would say effeminate. He looks around the room, hanging his arm over a bar and relaxes, talking to the walls. "Crap. Still haven't found my room... my clothes... what the hell am I sposed to do for the next 3 weeks?" He leans back on the bench, feeling tired and thinking he could grab a power-nap while no one's around.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 21, 2011 15:29:12 GMT -4
"Hello there." said a voice behind him.
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