Tabou: You- Innocent...at first (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Tabou: You- Innocent...at first (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerebellum von Doom</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 18:43:07</strong>
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				There is something entirely unique about the University experience.&nbsp; The first few years a person can grow and change in ways they would have never guessed, mostly because no one is ever quite prepared for the experience of being on their own for the first time with such heavy expectations of success.&nbsp; For the first time an individual is placed in a fertile environment for natural unguided growth in intellect and primal desire.&nbsp; Many, at first, find that they really need to work at a social life, and none of their old methods from high school apply in a college environment.&nbsp; Slowly, but surely, they find others around them are in the same metaphorical boat, and groups are formed not so much on personality compliments and mutual interest, but rather mutual need.&nbsp; To put it bluntly, college students are god damn poor.&nbsp; Its not uncommon for bored and lonely student to come together for what they once had abandoned as, "Kid Stuff," and have regular game nights.&nbsp; The students of Der Rabe Commons were no exception.&nbsp; As an off campus apartment complex that students in the normal dorms considered a luxurious privilege, Der Rabe Commons was little more than a low income dump.&nbsp; Its one saving grace was the Game Room located on the roof.<br><br>The Game Room of Der Rabe Commons did not actually start out as a common room, but as a small temple.&nbsp; The original inhabitants of Der Rabe, long ago forgotten, had stripped the temple of its relics when they were forced from the area, leaving only a solid stone room with obsidian columns and abstract avian totems made of flint.&nbsp; The owner of Der Rabe had originally hoped to turn the roof temple into a penthouse of sorts, only to have every contractor he consulted tell him that no amount of modification and renovation would allow the structure to remain intact and provide the living necessities of electricity, water, and environmental control.&nbsp; Reluctantly, the owner had decided the roof facility would be marketed as a privilege common room that students paid a monthly access fee to use.<br><br>And use it they did.&nbsp; On an autumn day such as this, they had already brought out the candles and lamps and blankets required for a late night of socializing thirteen stories above the leaf covered earth.&nbsp; One industrious youth had even thought to splurge on several long electrical extension cords and run them through the open barred windows.&nbsp; Space heaters in the four corners of the room made for cozy evening despite it being just one week to November.<br><br>Chatting, reading, or just staring off into space, the members of Der Rabe that regularly met for Game Night sat waiting for their last member to show up.&nbsp; It wasn't uncommon for the last person to show up to be the person who was tasked with finding a new game for the upcoming month.&nbsp; The group had been meeting since the start of the school year, and already had gone through most every common game found in the average toy store.&nbsp; They had now resorted to novelty shops, the dreaded comic shop and its inflated prices, and even yard sales.&nbsp; Today found Jack wandering through old town two blocks from Der Rabe without a hope of finding a new game.&nbsp; His last chance was in the magic shop across the street called, rather appropriately, <em>Nevermore</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tabou: You- Innocent...at first (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 19:08:45</strong>
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				Go figure, a magic shop.&nbsp; Probably just a cheap run of the mill novelty shop, but there was something a bit odd about the place that the African American youth couldn't quite put his finger on, or the treads on his chair for that matter.&nbsp; Sure he was physically impaired, but that didn't stop him from getting the door and pushing his way into the shop.&nbsp; Dressed in long blue jean pants, a black sweater, and a pair of sunglasses resting casually on his&nbsp; &nbsp;The clerk was nice enough at least if a bit oddly dressed in black wizard looking robes, but Jack just figured it was part of the setup the man had here.&nbsp; "Certainly a nice place you got here."&nbsp; The man nodded and smiled briefly before returning to whatever it was he was doing before Jack had shown up.&nbsp; It truly wasn't bad, if a bit dusty, but that was a minor complaint as Jack stopped at a wall shelf and found a game he'd never heard of before.&nbsp; Tabou; You?&nbsp; The picture on the front was definitely intriguing in its own right, to say the least.&nbsp; Looked like a hentai movie cover rip off to a degree, but eh, it was definitely something interesting.&nbsp; "Excuse me sir?&nbsp; How much for this?"&nbsp; There wasn't a price tag he could see, but the man rang off a considerably small price and Jack rolled up to the front desk, paid the fellow, and went back to the commons.&nbsp; It was only two blocks away, and with his chair turned up at maximum he got there pretty quick.&nbsp; It took him a bit to get to the top floor where everyone was waiting on him since the elevator was slow as shit, but that was a small inconvenience at best.&nbsp; Opening the door to the commons at last, Jack grinned from ear to ear as he stopped before his buddies.&nbsp; "Look what I was able to grab."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tabou: You- Innocent...at first (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 16:54:41</strong>
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				Danielle was sitting in her usual chair eagerly awaiting the new game that jack was going to bring over.&nbsp; Dressed in a flannel shirt covering a black T-shirt and ripped pair of jeans, Danielle could pass for someone that was from the grunge era back in the early 90's.&nbsp; Though her style was way out of date, she felt very comfortable dressing like this.&nbsp; it seemed to not get her the attention that she desired but this was her and who she was.&nbsp; Her mind finally focused back on the new game; just the thought of this new game and all of the new games that had been coming and going through this common room was what kept Danielle from being a total hermit and sheltered into a life of misery.&nbsp; Her body was shivering in anticipation as it had taken a while before she could hear the creaking of the elevator from down below.<br><br>"Here he comes!"&nbsp; She squealed in her excitement as she seen him wheeling in through the door, doing his grand entrance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tabou: You- Innocent...at first (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 15:24:44</strong>
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				<em>"Here he comes" </em>Danielle spoke and Kat lifted her dark eyes to the door. She could also hear the squeak of the elevator. It was such an old building and one day that elevator was going to get stuck. Hopefully not while any of her new found friends were inside.<br><br><br>Katrina was sitting on the ground on a small pillow rather close to one of the heaters. The day had been chilly as the Fall winds and dropping temperatures were rolling into the area. Still, compared to back home, this place was paradise. She was dressed simply, a pair of black cargo pants that hung at her hips, a black tank top and a dark crimson hoodie that was about two sizes too big. Her hair was pulled back, well as much as she could pull back the shorter length. Some of the thick tresses hung down the sides of her face.<br><br><br>She too found herself very excited about the new game. These people gathered around the midst of the space heaters had become her closest friends and really the only people she had opened up to. Game night had also become a bit of a staple for her. She worked hard at the pub and in her classes, so this was just a time to kick back and relax.<br><br><br>The door opened and Jack rolled in with the game and that smile of his. Kat could not help but smile as well. She could not see much of the game box yet, but so far none of the games had been a disappointment. The sleeves of her hoodie were down over her hands and made a dull thudding sound as she clapped happily. The sound almost nonexistent, but she did not care she was far too excited. "This is going to be fun." She said softly, her accent lightly rolling between the freshly cherry chapstick-ed lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tabou: You- Innocent...at first (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 21:11:59</strong>
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				<em>"Another late cut..."</em> <br><br>Stifling a yawn, Chris climbs the stairs two at a time, shrugging out of the starchy black shirt he has to wear during his shift. It had been a hectic day. A birthday party (decent money, but a whole lot of work with six kids sat the table), and a confrontation with another waiter in the afternoon had pretty much drained all of his desire to do anything but nap... but here he is, like clockwork. <br><br>At least some time gaming <em>should</em> help him shed some of the day's exhaustion. It's definitely preferable than listening to that d-bag Giovanni make idle threats and harass customers all afternoon, for sure... Though from the looks of it, a few people have already arrived. And Jack seems to have something new in hand...<br><br>"Urgh. Evenin', all. Hope you guys' day was a little less crazy than mine..." Chris gives everyone a tired smile, and walks over to plop down on one of the commons' couches. "What's the game tonight?"
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