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#Post#: 97342--------------------------------------------------
Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Dems Darkfire Date: February 1, 2012, 9:56 pm
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As you walk down the semingly endless path, your feet tired and
your head spinning from the long trot, you reach a turn in th
small dirt path. The dirt continues on for waht seems an endless
time, extending past the horizon with no end in sight. As you
look to the left, where the path had turned, you see a building,
a two story, fairly large building, surrounded by woods that
come up right to the egde of the path. A giant sign posted above
the door is slightly univiting but displays in large letters
"THE DANCING DOG'S INN." If you are curious and tired enough to
tred towards the building you look around the small field that
encases the building, another path leads from the back to
somewhere, but you can't be sure. As you reach the door, you see
a peice of paper upon the door. The Piece of paper states the
rules
RULES
1: No fighting inside, Take it out back.
3: Have fun and make friends.
As you push the door open you see a large room, the entire
bottom floor of the Inn was nothing more than tables and chairs,
spread across the floor. Most the chairs where Huddled around a
stage, to the left of the door. The stage could transform into
anything needed to put on any sort of show. The Bar was crosses
from the right wall to the back wall in the corner. Two shelves
of bottles where behind the man standing behind the area. One
door in the back lead to the office. on the right wall was a
door, leading to the upper floors. This door was locked. The
upper floor was rooms, and to get one you had to recieve one
from the Barkeep. I am the bar owner, The Bar keep is an NPC
(NON-PLAYER CHARACTER) so he should be played as such. You do
not have to pay for anything, but you better not reach over that
bar unless I give the say so or the Barkeep will mod pwn you,
and you cannot do anything about it.
I am looking for workers, Bouncers, Entertainment, barkeeps,
book keepers, and an Innkeep. If you wish to apply send me a
message. Thank you and Have fun, WELCOME TO DANCIN' DOG'S
Current Employees:
Rafferty: Part Time Barkeep
#Post#: 101930--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Persephone Date: February 4, 2012, 9:21 pm
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The rain poured down heavily as a young-looking girl ran across
the field. The hood of a bright red zip-up jumper was pulled
over her head to keep her at least partly dry, though it made
little difference. By now, the hood was soaked through and she
was already getting damp. Not that it mattered much, her legs
were already soaked from splashing through puddles and her ankle
high converse weren't much use since the splashes just sent
muddy puddle water up into the top, leaving smaller puddles
inside the shoe. She hated the rain. Hated it with a passion.
Especially when she was caught out in it like this. As she came
to the edge of the field, she looked over the fence and found
herself looking at a path. Following the path with her eyes, she
saw that it lead to what looked like an Inn, and decided that
would be the place to go. Leaping over the fence, she ran down
the path in the hope that she would be able to stay a while. At
least until the rain stopped.
Her denim dungarees only reached her knees, leaving half of her
legs open to the cold rain and her jumper was rather thin, so
even with all the running she was doing, she was still shivering
from the cold. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she
burst in the Inn door, dripping wet from the rain and pushed the
door shut behind her. Looking around sheepishly, hoping no one
was paying attention to her sudden entrance, she pulled her hood
down which revealed her damp blonde hair and then lowered her
gaze, simply heading for the bar. "Whatever you've got that's
strong and will warm me up quick, please." She mumbled to
whoever was behind the bar, wrapping her arms around herself as
she tried to stop herself from shivering. Damn cold weather.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: February 4, 2012, 9:57 pm
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The redcap sighed as he wiped off the counter top, his nostrils
flaring as the door opened; though he was hard pressed to
discern the scent of the new patron. Not that it mattered, the
creature mused, his thoughts becoming dark as his wiping became
far more vigorous than what would be required and he dimly noted
this fact and calmed himself. He muttered to himself and wiped
his forehead with the back of hand before looking up, putting
what he hoped was a pleasant smile, and nodded his
acknowledgment to the new woman and her order, faintly heard as
he was distracted by his task. But no longer was he distracted
and poured a few things into a small glass and handed the
liquid-filled glass towards the woman, noting her for future
reference should she come back. "Welcome to The Dancing Dog's
Inn and Tavern." He spoke as he slid the glass over and murmured
a few more words, asking her to come again and that he hoped she
enjoyed her stay. "Ain't much of dancing dogs unless you can get
that damned dog to dance but he is likely to bite your hand off
as soon as say hello. Odd duck, he is." His accent was slightly
English and the red hat atop his head said that he had lived
there at one point in time and that time was a century or two
ago. His blond hair poked out from the red rap as his glacier
blue eyes watched the bar with a predatory gaze. While the dog
he spoke of was a person, the person was a werewolf and was
huddled at one of the booths, staring menacingly at the old
redcap.
He flashed the were a toothy grin and waved, which further
irritated the wolf, causing a low, faint growl to erupt from his
lips. Rafferty shrugged and turned his attention back to the
woman. "What brings you to this place, lass?" He asked, trying
to get the silence from becoming to oppressive. He sighed
heavily, disliking the fact that his employer hadn't hired
entertainment to keep the place from getting stale. It offered a
rather dark and somber mood that didn't fit well with the
redcaps seemingly sunny disposition. Not that he was feeling
'sunny' but there a point in that train of thought somewhere. He
shrugged and wiped the counter again before rubbing his hands
against the cloth and slinging it over his shoulder; a white
apron hug at his neck, tied at his waist where the strings
vanished behind his back. Various stains covered the blank
material, of drinks and of blood with some food stains.
"Ya'know, we are always looking for more help, as it is, there
only two working currently. Would you be interested in working
at this dingy establishment?" He gave her a wink and moved down
to collect tabs and collect orders for drinks, since the
regulars knew that the redcap couldn't cook anything and they
didn't want to eat his... diet, which consisted of blood and the
occasional flesh of humans. He ate his flesh raw sometimes, and
when he could afford the time, he cooked it. And human flesh
varied between cooking other things. Not that the werewolf would
mind, but he had to be considerate of all his patrons. Even the
less supernatural ones. He grinned at the thought.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Persephone Date: February 4, 2012, 10:24 pm
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Annika watched as the barman scrubbed at the bar, wondering why
he was being so vigorous. It didn't look that dirty, but perhaps
he could see something she couldn't. Not that it made any
difference, she just tended to notice little things like that,
it helped her keep a closer eye on her surroundings. Every
detail mattered, no matter how big or small. As he looked up and
acknowledged her, she lowered her gaze to the bar and sat down
on a stool, her arms still wrapped around her stomach in an
attempt to spread her body heat. She looked at the drink as it
was handed to her, taking it with a shivering, pale hand, before
bringing the rim of the glass to her lips. Breathing in the
scent of the drink, she half closed her eyes before tilting her
head back and drinking two thirds of it in one gulp. Putting the
glass down on the bar, she returned her gaze to the man who was
talking, beginning to actually pay attention. Nodding a little
to show that she was listening, she leant her elbows on the bar,
already starting to feel a little warmer. "Dancing... dogs...?"
She raised an eyebrow before following his gaze, looking over
her shoulder to see who he was looking at. As soon as her eyes
landed on the man in the booth, she knew exactly what he was and
quickly turned back, lowering her head a little and leaning over
her drink. Her hands wrapped around the glass as she stared down
into the liquid, huddling herself over it as if it would hide
herself. She'd been avoiding anyone like him recently and for
good reason too, but she wouldn't think of such things right
now. She was sure to catch a cold if she didn't concentrate on
staying warm.
Hearing the question from the man in front of her, Annika
decided that telling the truth would be a bit risky, but a white
lie never hurt anyone. "Well... I ran away from my home."
Technically, that part was true. "It was a while ago now, but
I've been running ever since. I just happened to come across
this place and I figured since it's raining outside, I'd come in
and get dry." She managed a small smile before she sipped her
drink again, her hazel eyes staring down into the glass. She
wasn't sure how safe it was to tell anyone yet, even though she
had been gone for quite a while. What she'd said already might
be enough to leave enough of a trail that someone could find
her. Nevertheless, she'd said it now, there was no taking it
back. All she could do was wait to hear any more questions. She
soon found herself at another question, one about taking up a
job here. Well, a bit of extra money wouldn't hurt, as long as
she didn't work here too long, she would have to leave
eventually but a temporary place might be helpful... She could
always make up for lost distance later. "Working here? Doing
what?" She tilted her head a little, wondering what he would
have in mind. Watching as he went to other customers to get
their drinks, she couldn't help but notice a certain scent in
the air. Breathing in slowly, she tried to pick up on what it
was and shivered as she realised where she recognised it from.
Was that... blood? Where there was blood, there was usually
meat... Her teeth chewed on her lower lip for a moment as she
simply sat, staring straight ahead of her as if in a daze,
breathing deeply before realising it was probably something else
that might give her away. Blinking a few times, she lifted her
glass to her lips once more, drank the remains of her drink and
then waited to hear what the answer would be to her question.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: February 4, 2012, 10:52 pm
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He nodded. "I can't say I have ran away before but I have ran
back home." His grin was dark and his eyes held a distant rage
and murderous glee to them that was soon replaced by the
glittering amusement that seemed ever-present. He shrugged and
cleaned out a glass that didn't need cleaning. "I understand
though, if not fully." Setting the glass down, he poured a
single bottle of a dark, muddy liquid into her glass. "Not
entirely sure about this one..." He sniffed the top of it and
grinned. "Ah! I would say... dragon tears and a hint of...
Spriggan blood. Not bad. Should warm you up." With that, he
poured himself a shot and gulped it down with a satisfied sigh,
nodding and replaced the stopper upon the drink and tucked it
away lest he become tempted. His mouth twitched lightly as his
tongue tasted the blood and a shiver ran through him, giving a
soft tingling sensation. His eyes watched her, gauging her
reaction. "As to what you would be..." He shrugged. "Possibly a
worker, keeping the patrons happy and well supplied with the
good stuff. Unless you can cook, then you will take that
position. Because I can't cook to save my life and I am not
entirely sure about the other barkeep." He chuckled and rubbed
his palms on his apron, looking around. Seeing nothing that
needed his immediate attention, he returned his gaze to the
woman with a small smile. "I am Rafferty. It's a pleasure." He
waved his hand before she could offer any words. "Whether or not
you tell me your name, I care not. I would rather you don't so
that I may remain innocent of your true nature." He flashed her
a grin.
"But this place is usually pretty warm. I try to keep the hearth
lit and at a manageable level of tolerance but with so many...
diverse customers, it's hard to find the right glow. So, I keep
it the way I like it and that's that. I do apologize for in the
inconvience however." The warmth from the previous drink was
starting to fade and he frowned slightly at that but paid it no
mind as he went about, once again, collecting more tabs, tips,
and orders for drinks; the latter being served after giving the
woman an apologetic smile. "We aren't packed usually but having
only one or two people working day and night, it gets kind of
crowded," he said as he got back. "And a word of advice, keep
your head up and don't let these people intimidate you. If you
are to work here, then you need to establish that you won't be
pushed around. You get people like Hank the hound dog over
there-" He pointed at the werewolf "-and they think they can
walk all over you." He snicked at the name he called the were.
"Before you ask, his name isn't Hank and I don't care. After
having been thrown out for 'asserting' his dominance, he and me
haven't been on the best of terms. He tries to slight me in
small, minuscule ways but when you are paid in gum, what's the
worst that can be done to you?" After laughing good-naturedly
-though "Hank" was glaring at the lanky redcap-, his hand
slapping the counter once, he sobered up and asked, "Want
anything else to drink?"
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Persephone Date: February 4, 2012, 11:13 pm
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Annika listened while he spoke, her eyes watching his hands as
they cleaned the already-clean glass. She pondered the thought
of asking why he was cleaning it, but decided it might just be
something he did, maybe like a double-check type thing. So he
understood about running away, huh? At least there was something
to relate to. A conversational topic if ever she needed one with
him. Making a mental note of it, she continued to listen and
watched as he poured something in her glass. Lifting it to her
lips, she breathed in the scent and her eyes widened. She had to
be careful, if she drank too hastily, she might want more and
then more. Instead, she took a gentle sip and half closed her
eyes, letting it slide down her throat slowly as the taste of
blood filled her mouth. It was her first taste of anything other
than berries in over a week, so she couldn't help but whimper
slightly and take another, larger, sip. Lowering the glass and
placing it on the bar, she nodded and suppressed her joy at the
taste by simply commenting; "It's nice." She could feel it
warming her already as she leant against the bar, staring down
into the dark liquid while she listened as the man continued. "I
can cook basic things. Nothing fancy though..." She paused as
she realised what she'd said, shaking her head quickly. It would
be a bad idea letting her loose in a kitchen, especially if
there were meat and such things in there, ready for cooking. The
smell all day would drive her mad. "I mean, I'd probably burn
everything... Maybe I could start with mopping up and keeping
things clean around the tables?" She chewed her lip, wondering
if he'd take the offer back to the cooking.
As he spoke about the hearth, she nodded a little and looked
around. It was understandable that everyone would like different
heats, but she liked his idea that the hearth be kept at the
heat he wanted. "I guess that keeps them from arguing about it,
huh?" Her eyes landed on the werewolf once more, and this time
she allowed her gaze to linger. Hearing the man behind the bar
introduce himself, she nodded and turned back to him, opening
her mouth to reply with her own name though pausing as he
stopped her. Instead, she nodded and looked down at the glass
again, wanting another sip of it already. "Well, how about in
case you need to get my attention, instead of you just yelling
'hey, girl', you can yell..." she paused for a moment while she
tried to think of a fake name for herself. "...Annie?" Sure it
was close to her name, but it wasn't her name exactly. And at
least then she wouldn't get confused if she heard him shouting
it in case she forgot she'd given him a fake name. She listened
to his advice and nodded, making a mental note of it. As he
mentioned the werewolf again, she looked down at her glass,
lifting it back to her lips and taking another sip. It was so
delicious... She soon found that she had emptied her glass and
blinked, wondering how she hadn't noticed that she'd drunk it
all, though placed the glass down on the bar. Hearing Rafferty's
offer, she shook her head and lowered her hands into her lap.
"Thank you, but no. I think I've had enough." She nodded, the
taste of the blood still lingering on her lips.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: February 5, 2012, 12:01 am
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He shrugged. "Whatever you want to do. Although everyone knows I
can't cook, they tend to eat elsewhere and coming here to enjoy
whatever it is they enjoy about this place." Sighing gently, he
walked towards the werewolf and gathered the empty glasses and
the slighted tip. He wished "Hank" a good night and even went so
far as to open the door for the stocky man. Being out from
behind the counter revealed a lean man that stood just shy of
six-foot wearing dark jeans and a dark blue shirt along with
low-top Converse that was blue-on-white; the blue being
sun-faded and the white smeared with dirt, the shoes being
showing signs of a rough life, though not too rough as to raise
an immediate concern for getting new footwear. Not that he
needed another pair of shoes, he these and his boots, which he
used for hunting. He smiled at the thought, closing the door
after yelling at "Hank" to carry an umbrella or bathe more often
as to avoid smelling like a wet dog. At the answering growl,
Rafferty grinned and shot "Hank" a look of amusement and from
there, they stared at each other for a few moments, the werewolf
breaking eye contact and moving away. The redcap muttered under
his breath about bad mannered and ill-tempered dogs as he made
his way back to the bar, his eyes moving suspiciously over the
room before he fixed the woman with a look upon hearing her
"name". He gave her a small smile of amusement and shook his
head.
"No names, I said. Even if it fake." He tapped his chin in
thought as he stared at the woman. "You shall be given a
nickname and that shall be what you are called until you leave
and again when you come back." He continued to ponder the
woman's future name. "In any case, I would rather you attend the
patrons out here. I can always find someone else to cook because
you seem suspiciously keen to avoid such a thing. I mean, these
people don't expect anything too fancy but nothing too 'simple'.
I imagine most would be glad for a much prettier face." He
pointed at her and then pointed at his face. "Since mine is too
ugly and it seems to drive away most people but they drink more
so they don't have to endure my ugly mug." He chuckled lightly
and whisked away her glass, cleaning it a few times before
replacing it, doing the same with his own glass. He laid his
hands on the counter top and looked over at her with an
expression of both amusement and seriousness. "I know how you
are; runaway from home, looking for an escape, something better,
or whatever, and nothing is better than the feeling of doing
something for the first time; the thrill of doing something you
shouldn't. It's addicting but it wears down and you get tired of
it. My best advice to you is to stay in one place. You may
runaway a few more times for some reasons I don't care about but
soon, find a place and park it. I would prefer you stay here and
work or at least come back every so often and check up with me."
He shrugged, pausing before he continued.
"I know we just met, but you seem like good people and I enjoy
good people. I would hate for your life to be nothing but
running. Youngsters need to know stability and all that. Maybe I
can talk you into going back home, but if not, then oh well.
Just take my advice into consideration. Face your problems
sooner rather than later because when you do decide to stay in
one place, " He paused again, all amusement leaving his face.
"Your problems will catch up to you when you least expect it. I
don't know your circumstances in which you are running from but
if you solve your problems before you become to ingrained with
someone else and, say, have kids with that person, they won't
hinder your every decision and you won't have to run all the
time." He smiled at her, his fingers tapping lightly against the
counter. "I mean, no child deserves to face what their parents
can't handle and also go on the run. If anything, just vanish.
Stage your own death or something to that extent. But, I would
like to hear from you, Woodchuck, in any event." He winked at
her and resumed wiping the bar down methodically, cursing over a
stubborn stain or muttering about how "Hank" needs to get over
himself or occasionally grumbling about some god or other and
how they blessed him with bad luck.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Persephone Date: February 5, 2012, 11:02 am
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Annika nodded a little as she listened, lowering her gaze to the
bar. She leant her elbows against it and wondered if it would be
wise to stay here. Sighing a little to herself, she rubbed her
face with her hands and then ran her fingers through her hair.
It was still damp, but at least it was drier than it had been.
She watched as Rafferty opened the door for the werewolf, taking
a moment to take in his appearance now that he wasn't hidden by
the bar. As he made his way back, she felt a little less tense
knowing the werewolf had now left and allowed herself to relax a
bit more. Hearing the comment about ill-tempered dogs, she
smiled and nodded to herself in agreement, playing with the
sleeve of her jacket. Lifting her head to look at Rafferty again
as he spoke, she tilted her head to the side and frowned a
little with confusion. "A nickname...?" She'd never had a
nickname before. Well, she had, but it hadn't been a very nice
one. Maybe Rafferty would be able to give her a better one,
something that wouldn't be as offensive as her last one.
Annika nodded as he spoke about what she would do if she worked
here, rather glad that he didn't ask for her to cook. She
laughed a little as continued to talk about having a prettier
face, shaking her head and lowering her hands to her lap though
saying nothing. She didn't believe in arguing against a
compliment like most girls did, it only wasted time and it was
just a way of fishing for more. Watching him clean the glass,
she leant an elbow on the bar, resting her chin on the palm of
her hand as she stared down at the bar. She knew that he was
right, it would be best to find somewhere and stop running. But
she was too scared, what if she'd left tracks? What if they
followed her scent and found her within a few days? Sure, she
could stay here a while since the scent of others like the
werewolf she had just seen and the smell from the drinks would
mask her own scent, but they'd still check if they came across
this place. When he mentioned going home, she fidgeted and shook
her head, though let him continue talking. But he raised a good
point, she wouldn't be able to settle until she faced her
problems and that was no life for a child. She knew this was
true, but how could she follow through with it? There was no way
she could... Frowning to herself, she let her head drop down
onto the bar with a dull thud and groaned. "Life's too
complicated." She grunted, closing her eyes as her nose pressed
against the bar. She noticed he'd said something that she was
unsure of, so she lifted her head and frowned a little, tilting
her head questioningly. "Woodchuck?"
[Sorry it's so short!!]
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Pandora Date: February 6, 2012, 6:03 pm
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Out from the darkness of the night, a figure loomed in from the
shadows. For a while, she'd been wandering without rest. The
effects were starting to wear on her. She came to a stop down
the road from a small tavern. It didn't look like much from
where she was standing, but it was lit up, which meant that at
least one person was in it. The windows to her soul shifted
upwards to read the sign that christened the building. "The
Dancing Dog's Inn..?" How peculiar. Stratera had never been one
to judge, but something told her that maybe now might be the
time to start. Especially since she was now at the door, and
reading the rules. "That's... Absurd." She never noticed the
words, only the numbering. Surely there must have been a
senseless error. Either that, or someone was severely
harebrained. Or could there have been a clever meaning. She may
never know.
Pale hand reaching out to push the door open, Stratera inched in
and removed the blue hood of her cloak as the door closed behind
her. Amber waves framed her face while her blue eyes surveyed
the inside. It looked slightly inviting, if she was being
honest. Though she still could help but gather an eerie vibe
about the place. Regardless, she took a few more steps forward
until she was near the bar. Feeling the eyes upon her back, she
straightened up, her body pulled tighter than a wire. It wasn't
easy and she knew she stuck out like a sore thumb. Never one to
draw attention to herself, she completely removed the velvet
cloak, revealing the more modern outfit beneath, completely with
ethereal white lace shirt and copper pocketwatch necklace.
Taking a seat at the bar, she set her cloak across her lap and
choosing to ignore the eyes that held her hostage in their gaze.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Dems Darkfire Date: February 6, 2012, 8:10 pm
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The lights dimmed, lowering the chattering voices as the stage
became lit with a single glowing bulb. Hidden in the darkness
just behind the limelight was a man, simple in garb, his red and
blue eyes piercing through the shadows. With the opening of his
gaze, the light changed, moving back as half became red and the
other blue to match those hypnotizing eyes. As the lights
illuminated him, his shadow, despite the stage light being
directly overhead, extended off the stage and into the tavern.
He wore nothing but a tattered pair of white kung-fu pants, tied
at his hip with a single black sash. Resting on his right side
was his strange looking Sabre, a curved sword that looked like
the old cutlasses of pirates, yet it had a thinner blade to it.
Within his hands rested a guitar.
Then, the lights went out, those fingers plucked first the
string and the note seemed to hang in the air as the sound
vibrated through the tavern. The second note caused the lights
to burn bright, the stage becoming bright as day as he plucked
at the strings in a sweat Spanish tune. He sat in solidarity on
a wooden stool, playing with the largest grin on his face as
every fluid motion of his hand produced sound, and with the
sound came music. Lose himself within the song, he would, and
the feeling within his heart burned with every plucking of the
string. A few moments, seconds it seemed, in actuality minutes,
and the song was done, the fluid motions of the beat making time
feel still in those singular seconds he was playing. "Thank
you." K stood up, his short black locks glistening as he bowed
and walked off stage.
HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHU-AJTn0I8
(Song to go with the
post.)
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