Borislav Matrosov (Jul 18, 2011 4:56:49 AM)
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Sydney Alder (Jul 18, 2011 5:03:03 AM)
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Borislav Matrosov (Jul 18, 2011 5:11:51 AM)
*sitting in the livingroom relaxing which seems to be odd with him weating a black tank top and burmuda shorts*
Dalton Fortman (Jul 18, 2011 5:12:15 AM)
*Dalton was seated in the bar in the basement. He was enjoying a nice fully rolled blunt.. Leaning back in his chair. There was a walkey talkiey on his belt. He pulled the blunt to his lips and slowly began to light it*
Borislav Matrosov (Jul 18, 2011 5:18:09 AM)
*leans his head back and hums a russian folk tune*
Sydney Alder (Jul 18, 2011 5:20:13 AM)
Sydney had doubtless texted ahead, to attempt to catch up with Boris. She exited her vehicle, parked, and moved toward the estate proper. She wore a pair of trim gray slacks paired with a white silk blouse of oriental design boasting a pattern of dark branches laden with silvery-hued blossoms. Her D&G pumps were slightly scuffed, much to her chagrin, from the time spent standing outside the dirty challenge circle in a Sept that she was quite sure that no City Garou should ever frequent.
Dalton Fortman (Jul 18, 2011 5:26:24 AM)
*When she moved to the double iron gates she would see the mechanical talking box that would allow her to send a message to those inside to open the gates. She could see through the large iron gates movements in the shadows a flicker of reflection from what looked like the eyes of a beast before it seemed to dissapear in another shadow.. Hear a snarl in the distance*
Borislav Matrosov (Jul 18, 2011 5:26:57 AM)
*Looks at his cell and get up from the chair and heads to the front door of the Estate*
Sydney Alder (Jul 18, 2011 5:31:00 AM)
Of course she'd pushed the button, given her name, before advancing. She certainly didn't want to unduly intrude into the territory of hostile Garou.
Dalton Fortman (Jul 18, 2011 5:31:33 AM)
*boris would have been told to meet the woman at the door the gates would have swung open for her*
Sydney Alder (Jul 18, 2011 5:34:37 AM)
The car was driven forward, parked, and the girl wasted little time before walking toward her new Guardian. "How do you do, Wades-in-Crimson-rhya?" A glance was cast toward the skyline growing lighter by margin with the approaching dawn. "I hope the morning finds you well-rested."
Borislav Matrosov (Jul 18, 2011 5:36:47 AM)
**opening the front door he saw Miss Alder and nod to her* I'm doing much better then the other morning *said with a smile* and yourself?
Dalton Fortman (Jul 18, 2011 5:39:13 AM)
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Sydney Alder (Jul 18, 2011 5:39:26 AM)
Her shoulders rise and fall. "My evening was largely uneventful. I enjoyed watching the Ragabash Challenge, then conducted a brief experiment on behalf of a client of mine."
Dalton Fortman (Jul 18, 2011 5:50:22 AM)
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Borislav Matrosov (Jul 18, 2011 5:55:46 AM)
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Dalton Fortman (Jul 18, 2011 5:55:48 AM)
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Sydney Alder (Jul 18, 2011 9:01:25 AM)
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