There's a wandering city going down the hallway. He's smoking his clove cigarettes and strutting down the hall in his leather pants and his black poet shirt. He's looking very BA if he does say so himself. It's been a while since he ventured out of this lab. It was time to find people and connect with them...and if they were hot and single,
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*takes the bottle and swigs out of it*
Don't mind if I do.
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*takes another drink*
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*drinks more and takes a puff*
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Dominick pulled out another clove and lit up.
"I'm not surprised though. This seems to be the decade for break ups. Would you like your fortune read?"
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Slowly he drew out a deck of tarot cards with a plain black backing and shuffled.
"Pick a card."
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"Well, that's unfortunate," said Dominick as he twirled the card between his fingers with a blank look on his face. "Card of hardship and separation. You're constantly losing things and people that you love. They willingly take themselves from you to avoid hardship. Crumbling strength, they were weak and you're having trouble standing tall in the face of adversity."
His gaze comes back into focus as he sips more whiskey. "Tough draw man. Maybe it will be better next week."
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*his slightly shaking fists tell a different story though.*
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Oh, yes, those small tremors were noticed. It's always fun to play with those who don't meddle in the Craft like him.
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*puffs on his cigarette a bit annoyed.
No, you're right....
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Eyes that lil train puffing you're doing.
"So, wanna talk about it? Or would your rather do something about it?"
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*grits his teeth. He hated being reminded of...things.*
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