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Post by CHEYENNE on Mar 13, 2012 19:46:33 GMT -5
{desc=Sign up now!} On the slowly fading, and peeling walls of the pub, Anna was putting up a billboard with a huff and a puff, before dropping the hammer and nails to the floor with a sigh of relief as she looked at the wonky board with some satisfaction. She gave a small nod before pulling out a piece of paper in her jean pockets, unfolding the little squares, forming a A4 sheet with what seemed to just be lines on it. Grabbing a pin, she placed the sheet against the board and jabbed in the sheet, before back behind the counter to serve more drinks.
Upon closer inspection...
Ladies and Gentleman,
On the 17th of March, the glorious pub of Verona is holding special activities to celebrate St-Patrick's day!
All are welcome to join, with all you need to do is sign up with your name, age, sex and a number between 1-72. A leprechaun will deliver all the instructions you require.
SIGN-UPS END ON THE 16TH OF MARCH.
NAME name here AGE age here GENDER male / female NUMBER one to seventy two
[b]NAME[/b] name here [b]AGE[/b] age here [b]GENDER[/b] male / female [b]NUMBER[/b] one to seventy two
note one character per member reply ic~ the whole event is in character only <3<3 also go here for other funtimes! thank you sheep + mods, for setting this up!
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Post by SKIPPAPPAPALOOZA! on Mar 13, 2012 20:46:00 GMT -5
NAME renae philip summerby AGE nineteen GENDER female NUMBER twenty-two
happily dozing away on a table in what he had thought was a nondescript, lovely little establishment - after having maybe a few too many last night - renae was abruptly woken by a very, very loud noise. oh for the love of all good things, what in the hell was that noise? thunk. in the name of arceus-- thunk. what was she doin-- thunk. he was going to kill someo-- thunk thunk thunk. opening his eyes and growling like a caged beast, renae stood up slowly and stretched his lanky form out to its full, somewhat ridiculous height. he was going to find the maker of that noise and pull all their teeth out, one by one. melody was still dozing away beside him, and he wondered how: it felt like a steam train was rolling over his ears every single time. then, he noticed: she had stuffed her ears with cottony wool from her fur. selfish little sheep, why didn't she offer him any? well, he was awake now, if a little - or very - hungover. staggering towards the front of the bar, he noticed for the first time the new addition to the wall. now why in the hell of it would they need a new noticeboard? whatever. he was going to investigate this killer of his morning and interrogate it or something. strolling towards it, he poked the cork with a spindly finger, muttering under his breath, "what gives you the right to ruin a perfectly drunk morning?" luckily, his finger landed on a folded piece of paper. sign-ups, for an event? oh, this sounded like fun. totally forgetting his earlier hate of the noticeboard, he got a pen from his pocket and, sucking on it so it would work, scribbled something that looked like rnbrlgdhe and walked away, holding a hand to his face. picking up the mareep by his feet and fluffing her up a little, he laid her on the table and rested his head on her, soon snoring away. ah, peace at last.
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Post by Steve on Mar 13, 2012 21:51:40 GMT -5
NAME Seizel AGE twenty-one GENDER male NUMBER sixty-nine Seizel was glad that there was an event going on and then he looked at some sign up sheets on a desk. Deciding to go with it and soon he just looked at all the others that seemed to be content on entering. Finally nodding to himself and then setting his paper on the desk decided to see what would happen. He was glad there was an event, and finally able to show that he had the meddle to deal with people. Perhaps this would open him up to more opportunities to get to know people.
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Post by lion on Mar 13, 2012 22:57:32 GMT -5
NAME Blake Selliv AGE 17 GENDER Male NUMBER seventy-one
Blake grinned down at the form in his hand. Though not really one for drinking, tonight he had thought 'Why the heck not?' and ordered a drink from a passing waitress. Evidently, he wasn't very resistant against the cloudy haze that came with his drink. Sero watched him from a distance, nervously. What would Blake's reaction be? A drunk fool? Would he pass out? Would he get angry? Well, Blake was always mad... Would he be angrilyer? It was too soon to tell. For now, the white haired trainer was harmless. He stumbled over the the desk and slapped his paper down on it. Hmmmm... Maybe Blake was better off this way.
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Post by graciea on Mar 13, 2012 23:30:28 GMT -5
NAME Graciea AGE 14 GENDER female NUMBER 34
Graciea thought that she might be a little bit drank, and of course, she shouldn't be drinking. What with the issue of legal age...and stuff. But anyway, she was positive that there was an extremely specially occasion that called of this behavior, and because of her totally legitimatized reason that she was drunk right now. Since she was drunk, naturally she couldn't positively recalled what that reason was. But feared not, Graciea was confident that once she sobered up completely, she would totally remember that reason.
But for now, there was something much more interesting right in front of her face. It was a sign up sheet, for a something event. Graciea loved events, so, without another thought to it, she signed her name in a barely recognizable writing style. Laughing at herself quietly, she made a mental to brushed up on her hand writing once she become sobered again. She just hoped that she could remember her mental note. That being said....where the hell am I?....and why is this person holding the sign up sheet? I can hold a sign up sheet...whatever...Graciea yawed loudly, still holding tight to her empty bottle, she stumbled away gradually to the right.
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Post by Italian Panda on Mar 14, 2012 10:31:32 GMT -5
NAME Tristan Suflet AGE 19 GENDER male NUMBER 48
Tristan figured that getting a drink would be pretty good. Especially considering what he had gone through at the second city and on his journey. It was certainly an eventful time, but now would probably be a good time to chill out and relax. No need for a crazy hassle if you're just trying to relax, he supposed. He took a look around, his eyes lazily scanning everything that was within his vicinity. Nothing special. Except maybe that sign up sheet. Eh. Why not.
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Post by umeboshi on Mar 14, 2012 21:28:12 GMT -5
NAME kimbra grey AGE nineteen GENDER female NUMBER sixty-eight
Saint Patty's day, oh yeah! Kimbra liked any holiday where drinking was condoned. Back in her old town, she'd get in trouble for drinking... mainly because she became even more obnoxious than she already was... But this was a new place, so why not test the waters! Kimbra had been stalking around the pub for a while to see if someone her age could sneak in... or get by without questioning. But then she saw the barmaid posting something up. Intrigued, Kimbra walked over to read the sign. "Ehehe. This should be fun." She hoped she'd be able to at least steal a sip of some booze.
She pouted when she saw sixty-nine was taken. That number was perfect! Nevertheless, she got over it quickly and picked sixty-eight... At least it was still a sexual number, though lesser-known.
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Post by Rekari on Mar 15, 2012 1:27:11 GMT -5
NAME Piper AGE 17 GENDER female NUMBER three
Piper was laying on a table, her wing splayed out haphazardly. She was so hungry. Suddenly a piece of paper floated over to her and it looked like a contest of some sort. Whatever. She wrote her name down and tossed the paper back. Maybe she'd get some food.
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Post by (๑•́ ₃ •̀ on Mar 15, 2012 5:07:34 GMT -5
Astrid had never been to a pub before, and quite frankly she probably wasn't going to do much here, but she had promised herself to explore the city, and this pub was part of it. It did seem somewhat lively in here to her surprise, she had been expecting half-dead old drunks, but perhaps her view of pubs was skewed? Most of the people seemed to be centered Around a notice, and naturally curious Astrid went to examine it herself. Once she Had been in line long enough to see what was actually on the notice she smiled, it seemed like it was an event. This City seemed to enjoy events, and so did Astrid, it was a good synergy she mused as she read on. It seemed simple and she didn't mind sharing some info about herself. She did however pause at the age section. It was an event at a pub, perhaps she was too young to participate? It would be annoying to be excluded due to age, but then again, the competition could have parts she was not legally allowed to participate in, so maybe it was for the best. On the other hand she really wanted to try. In the end Astrid dotted down her real age and the number four like a four-leaf clover and smiled, this would do. Then she found a table and waited...
NAME Astrid Fridtjof AGE 16 GENDER Female NUMBER 4
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Post by ASKR ! on Mar 15, 2012 6:13:22 GMT -5
NAME magnus lindholm AGE eighteen twenty-one what are you even talking about he's legal 8| SEX male NUMBER fourty-two
Tetro had figured out how to escape his pokeball.
Tetro was hungry.
The culmination of these two, and separately quite horrifying circumstances, was resulting in what Magnus called (at least in the beginning) The Worst Day Ever. For as much as Tetro was ungainly -- what with his short limbs and pudgy body -- the likitung could move with a disturbing amount of speed and agility, whipping through the streets like a zubat out of hell. While this might have been just a moderately awful day for Magnus at this point, Tetro's combined hunger and need to run his tongue across everything he saw left Magnus in a wake of rather surprised, disgruntled, and occasionally violent bystanders who had found themselves (through no fault of their own) covered in unwanted saliva.
"TETRO. PLEASE COME BACK HERE, TETRO," he bawled, running along after him as fast as his spindly legs would carry him. (Which, it seemed, was not quite as fast as a certain likitung's own rather squat appendages.) "I have- I have food, Tetro, stoplickingeveryone-"
Ravenous and not particularly inclined to listen, Tetro skidded around a corner and barged headlong into what appeared to be a pub, where he proceeded to eat all of the peanuts set out on the counter. Magnus arrived too late to stop him, and, guiltily, decided he better stay and at least buy some crappy food (or alcohol, even -- he hid a giddy smile at that; was that allowed?). Upon further inspection, there was some sort of event going on later; interested, Magnus warily approached and signed his name onto the list. (Hopefully that was allowed.)
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Post by Soteria on Mar 15, 2012 13:49:04 GMT -5
NAME Soteria Hunter AGE 18 GENDER Female NUMBER 24
A Girafarig was running while giggling with an Unown on her back. Their trainer wasn't to far behind her calling out, "Kalonice wait up you silly Girafarig and the same to you Selene." The girl happened to be Soteria and she was trying to keep up with her over excited Girafarig while her Unown giggle in joy. Soteria wasn't sure what has gotten into her Girafarig or her Unown, but she had to stop them before they entered the pub. Before she could though her Girafarig and Unown ran on in and headed to the wonky board and waited for their trainer to finally to catch up to her. Soteria was soon beside her Girafarig and her Unown and began to work on catching her breath. Once she was sure she caught her breath she turned to gently reprimand Kalonice for running off and for Selene for going with her but she noticed the announcement about an event that was going to happen on St. Patrick's Day and that tomorrow was going to be the last day for the sign ups. ~Well I might as well join in and see what happens~ She thought to herself before she signed everything that was needed and look at her two Pokemon. "Happy now you silly Pokemon," she said with deep affection and with a smile. Her Girafarig and Unown nodded in agreement.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 16, 2012 11:01:59 GMT -5
It was a casual visit to the pub after Susumu's usual shift at the Koko Puffs diner, where he was currently acting as a janitor for the place right before the usual night crowd wandered in. It was an easy gig, though the place was huge. It often left him pretty exhausted after doing a full sweep down of a sloppy place like that. Not only that, but they made him do all of these weird odd jobs around the place! He hated it, to be honest. Never again did he want to wander in front of a building in a Spiderman suit to advertise for a place to eat. Why the Spiderman suit?! These people were dumb, but hey, he needed the cash so he was dumb for going along with it.
He sighed as he happily took another sip of his drink, more than pleased to be done with his crappy work week. Anna was the star of the bar, so usually eyes were on her whenever she went and did something. Likewise, Susumu's gaze trailed off to what she was doing with actual curiosity for the poster on the wall. People were actually going up to it too and signing it out, which only made the poster that more mysterious. It beckoned to him like the moon to the wolves, but he wasn't cool enough to be a wolf, so shut up. Thinking he could get away with joining in on the fun, he slipped out of his seat and maneuvered his way into the crowd. People were EVERYWHERE like a mass of moving robots, hardly having enough social smarts to make a pathway for someone that was clearly struggling to do something. Susumu managed to make it to the poster with a victorious grin, having a pretty smug look on his face as he tore off a sign-up sheet for him to fill out.
NAME Susumu Akiyama AGE 18 GENDER male NUMBER 67
Unlike the Valentine's Day event, he was going to be honest about his age this time. Didn't have much of a reason to troll a bar anyways, since no one really cared. Feeling successful as he slipped the form in the application box, he slid back to his spot in the bar-- only to find a BIG MANLY MAN stealing his seat. "H-Hey!" He protested, thinking he could get it back with words only. The man slowly turned around his chair, revealing not a six pack, but a giant belly of fat that slumped off of his jeans. This wasn't a man! It was a monster! "N-Nevermind." Quickly Susumu chickened out of the place, deciding that it really wasn't worth it to get into a fight with someone of that size.
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Post by Whirlaway on Mar 16, 2012 18:49:24 GMT -5
NAME Faye Ward AGE 16 GENDER Female NUMBER 8
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Post by WOLFBANE. on Mar 16, 2012 19:31:06 GMT -5
NAME Skyler Xera Drakkon AGE Nineteen. GENDER Female. NUMBER Forty-six.
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Her days at the bar increased as time passed, the girl finding herself needing more and more of a secret get-away from life, and the pub happened to give her what she so simply desired most. So, as Skyler sat for hours on end at the bar-counter it was no surprise when her eyes rested on the poster that was stuck on the wall. It told of a night where the bar celebrated Saint Patricks' Day, promising intoxicated evenings with friends and family a-like. How satisfying, why drink alone and feel guilty about it later, when you could drink with 'reason' and feel amazing for socializing? It wasn't long until the girl jotted down a quick list on a piece of note-pad paper, ripping it off in slight haste as she signed up for the event. Skye barely knew what day St. Patrick's day was, let alone what it exactly represented, though if it gave her an excuse for her alcoholic tendencies, than who was she to give that up?
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Mar 16, 2012 19:48:13 GMT -5
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"Not interested," he responded, rudely, keeping to the company of his drink. The man however, would not back down, offering a game of sorts. A drinking game, the loser of which would have to sign up for the game, and buy the next drink.
And of course, Nathaniel lost that game. "Fine, sign me up, Nathaniel Cross, and I choose number 42." He told the man, who scribbled his name down on the wall.
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Post by Taz on Mar 16, 2012 20:18:46 GMT -5
NAME Wynn Maddox AGE Seventeen GENDER Female NUMBER ONE
Wynn looked up as she turned the corner. There was a sign posted outside the Pub about some sort of event but all the information was inside. Wynn looked at Sammy the Oddish and shrugged. "Well I guess if we want to know what it's about we have to go inside." Sammy gave her a confused look and shrugged back. Wynn raised an eyebrow at him and held the door open for him. He teetered inside and Wynn followed after him. She looked around and found the torn and stained poster in the back of the pub. There were a lot of people signed up already so she knew she wouldn't be the only one. It looked like fun. With great determination, she picked up a pen and signed her name then left.
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Post by Grey on Mar 16, 2012 20:39:51 GMT -5
Scott was still dubious about the last time he'd been drinking, and he still wore the bandages as a memory to the events of Articuno's Vision. The boy was hesitant, as he sipped the large pilsner of foamy beer. Last time he'd written his name down he'd been commanded to injure himself, which had proven something that he hadn't needed to force too hard.
With a heavy sigh, Scottie pounded the glass of dark beer and began writing his name and pertinent information onto the slip of paper before handing it back to the barmaid, and sitting there feeling a little anxious. "I'll have another." He sighed, looking to one of the TV's to see if something interesting was going on elsewhere in the world.
Name - Scott Carver Primrose Age - 17 Gender - Male Number - 17
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Post by DR-@@GON on Mar 17, 2012 1:46:17 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n NAME Sierra Catalynn AGE 17 GENDER Female NUMBER 72
Normal day. Sierra walked into the Pub, having seen a few posters advertising an event that was going to happen. Apparently she had to go to thi sstrange place to sign up, which was unsettling. What were they even going to do, anyway? The flier had no specifics; it merely stated that they had interesting activities to do. Whatever. Where there was an event, there was a chance to meet more friends and socialize with other human beings unlike the strange pokemon she had to encounter so often.
Taking up a pen, she scribbled out her information on a form and dropped it into the box before casually walking away. Man was this place crowded.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| March Promo 2012 TALK|| <3
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Post by Sheepy on Mar 17, 2012 6:04:53 GMT -5
THIS THREAD IS CLOSED!
No one else may enter now please <3 Look out for your pms later on today for info!
~sheepy
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