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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6740917" data-attributes="member: 11146">Keihn (&quot;Keen&quot;) entered the fellowship hall and looked around.&nbsp; Then he made for the kitchen and sat down at the formica table.&nbsp; He rubbed his hands together, trying to get warm.&nbsp; Bukowski stepped into the doorway and shook Cyril's hands.&nbsp; Bukowski was tall, maybe 6'1&quot;.&nbsp; He had a broad chest and something of a beer belly, but his hips and legs looked fit enough.&nbsp; &quot;Biology.&nbsp; More or less.&nbsp; Bill,&quot; he said, and it took Cyril a moment to realize he was referring to Keihn's first name, &quot;tells me you have a specimen here that might interest me.&nbsp; Like an octopus?&nbsp; WHOAH?!&quot;&nbsp; Otter strutted into the fellowship hall from the hallway, knife in hand.&nbsp; The Professor's eyes bugged out.&nbsp; [ooc]Cyril is fairly certain Bukowski skimmed the truth when he said he was a Biologist.[/ooc]Keihn tiredly called from his perch in the kitchen, &quot;What now?&quot;&nbsp; He got up and came to the entryway separating the kitchen and fellowship hall, then snorted.&nbsp; &quot;Bukowski, meet Death Otter.&nbsp; Death Otter, Professor Charles Bukowski, IU.&nbsp; Judging by the state of that knife, Charles, she's either flayed someone or laid waste to your specimen.&nbsp; The former, I hope?&quot;&nbsp; Keihn smiled.&nbsp; It wasn't pretty.[hr][/hr]Out on Washington Street, the kid in the hoodie looked confused.&nbsp; He started to shake his head no, then stopped.&nbsp; &quot;You mean that stuff they take down at the gym?&nbsp; You a lifter?&nbsp; Never mind, I don't wanna know.&nbsp; I don't got none here, but I kin tell you who you want.&nbsp; Twenty bucks for a name.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6740917, member: 11146"] Keihn ("Keen") entered the fellowship hall and looked around. Then he made for the kitchen and sat down at the formica table. He rubbed his hands together, trying to get warm. Bukowski stepped into the doorway and shook Cyril's hands. Bukowski was tall, maybe 6'1". He had a broad chest and something of a beer belly, but his hips and legs looked fit enough. [color=red]"Biology. More or less. Bill,"[/color] he said, and it took Cyril a moment to realize he was referring to Keihn's first name, [color=red]"tells me you have a specimen here that might interest me. Like an octopus? WHOAH?!"[/color] Otter strutted into the fellowship hall from the hallway, knife in hand. The Professor's eyes bugged out. [ooc]Cyril is fairly certain Bukowski skimmed the truth when he said he was a Biologist.[/ooc] Keihn tiredly called from his perch in the kitchen, [color=red]"What now?"[/color] He got up and came to the entryway separating the kitchen and fellowship hall, then snorted. [color=red]"Bukowski, meet Death Otter. Death Otter, Professor Charles Bukowski, IU. Judging by the state of that knife, Charles, she's either flayed someone or laid waste to your specimen. The former, I hope?"[/color] Keihn smiled. It wasn't pretty. [hr][/hr] Out on Washington Street, the kid in the hoodie looked confused. He started to shake his head no, then stopped. [color=red]"You mean that stuff they take down at the gym? You a lifter? Never mind, I don't wanna know. I don't got none here, but I kin tell you who you want. Twenty bucks for a name."[/color] [/QUOTE]

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