From: breunis@aol.com (Breunis)
Date: 15 Aug 1999 12:45:23 EDT
Seeking: Bartenders, bouncers, waitress', cooks, servants and dancers.
Apply: Black Unicorn Tavern
Apply to: Breunis Sans Pite
::the note is affixed to the cork in the arena::
Employment Opportunity
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From: evilevilevil@aol.com (Evil Evil Evil)
Date: 15 Aug 1999 15:07:26 EDT
Apply to: Breunis Sans Pite
Blown in by an infavorable wind, a damnable smile assumes the pretentions of a mouth while "it" ruminates on the possible repercussions presented by this notice. Chewing the stub of an oily cheroot, rancourous adjectives jostle for attention. Only one survives-- the malevolent castigation for spelling::
It's just a hunch, but I believe your name to be Sans "Pité".
I also mix one Heluva cocktail.
Purely,
¸¸.·»{«·.¸¸
Evil
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Date: 15 Aug 1999 15:07:26 EDT
Apply to: Breunis Sans Pite
Blown in by an infavorable wind, a damnable smile assumes the pretentions of a mouth while "it" ruminates on the possible repercussions presented by this notice. Chewing the stub of an oily cheroot, rancourous adjectives jostle for attention. Only one survives-- the malevolent castigation for spelling::
It's just a hunch, but I believe your name to be Sans "Pité".
I also mix one Heluva cocktail.
Purely,
¸¸.·»{«·.¸¸
Evil
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From: mizliiy@aol.com (Miz LiIy)
Date: 15 Aug 1999 16:25:56 EDT
As Lily thumbs through the messages, she pauses and quirks a brow at the employment offer. She quickly grabs another piece of paper and scrawls the gentleman's name down. She walks off murmuring, "I should speak to Zen about this."
Date: 15 Aug 1999 16:25:56 EDT
As Lily thumbs through the messages, she pauses and quirks a brow at the employment offer. She quickly grabs another piece of paper and scrawls the gentleman's name down. She walks off murmuring, "I should speak to Zen about this."
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From: carnage669@aol.com (Carnage669)
Date: 15 Aug 1999 18:32:22 EDT
Cletus reads over the notice with a slight raising of his brow. He reaches his hands into his pockets and pulls them inside out, revealing nothing inside. After a moment of scratching the back of his head he shrugs and steps away with a slight chuckle.
"Me work? I don't think so..."
Date: 15 Aug 1999 18:32:22 EDT
Cletus reads over the notice with a slight raising of his brow. He reaches his hands into his pockets and pulls them inside out, revealing nothing inside. After a moment of scratching the back of his head he shrugs and steps away with a slight chuckle.
"Me work? I don't think so..."