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Post by Cerise and Maxwell on Mar 13, 2014 16:47:49 GMT -6
Cerise walked through the market, her hips swaying seductively with every step, seeing if she could rum up a bit of fun. The last week had been rather slow, and she needed to spice it up before she went stir-crazy.
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Post by Sigurd Squadron on Mar 21, 2014 14:37:11 GMT -6
Sigurd stood on a rooftop, a photograph clutched in one hand and his bow in the other. He had an image of a red headed Caucasian woman in hand, with his HUD scanning for her. Herbert had asked him to find her, but he didn't exactly understand why he was chosen or of what worth she was.
"Cerise d' Fourte?" he said to himself, scanning as he walked along the edge of the roof. "What are you hiding?"
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