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Subject: ..::Troubadour::.. Author: Ronon Dex [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10/ 1/09 10:46:38pm Ronon settled his bulk into a corner booth, striking a lazy pose as his gaze slid over the club around him. He could smell the non humans here, both weres and vamps... None of which he wanted to be near. But rumor said his father worked at this club several nights a week, so he would sit here for some of the night and see what he could learn. He had no intention to confront his father tonight, or any time in the first few weeks while he studied the man. Maybe he'd just leave the man an envelope with an old picture of himself and his scent all over it... See if the man could figure it out... God knows he couldn't just walk up to a wolf and say "before your eat me, I just wanted you to know I'm your son?" Yay, that wouldn't end with him in a bloody heap on the floor. The stink of cigarettes, coffee and alcohol did well enough to hide his scent from passers by, once you got within a few feet it was hard to miss the musky stink of lynx. He'd never been able to kick the physical habit of smoking, though he'd found the smell worked to his advantage, keeping most other weres away. Idly, he tapped his fingers against the table, watching humans flutter through the door. He couldn't help but smirk as one big wolf postured upon entry, his gaze glaring around the club for threats. They where so obvious. Sometimes I feel like Jesse James Still tryin' to make a name Knowing nothing's gonna change what I am I was a young troubadour when I rode in on a song I'll be an old troubadour when I'm gone [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date *its confusing...weird.* Lyla 10/ 9/09 9:33:26pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon Dex, 10/11/09 8:59:03pm Great White Sharkes -- Lyla, 10/12/09 3:03:03pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon Dex, 10/12/09 3:45:31pm what does that mean? -- Lyla, 10/12/09 8:55:14pm ..::Troubadour = Poet::.. -- Ronon Dex, 10/12/09 9:57:04pm thats for saving me a google trip. -- Lyla, 10/12/09 10:06:05pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon Dex, 10/12/09 10:37:20pm .:.Life Lemons.:. -- Lyla, 10/13/09 6:10:32am ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/13/09 7:15:48pm _-Its a challenging kind of day-_ -- Lyla, 10/14/09 7:39:43am ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/14/09 10:40:04pm Landing on my Feet -- Lyla, 10/18/09 6:15:22pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/19/09 5:49:21pm Mary Ann -- Lyla, 10/19/09 6:02:12pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/19/09 7:44:37pm ..running wild.. -- Lyla, 10/20/09 12:34:58pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/20/09 6:44:27pm my chops were busted -- Lyle, 10/20/09 8:11:40pm