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[h1][color=a0410d] Raylan Elisha Wilcox [/color][/h1]
[i][u]Location: Sophia Blackthorn's room.[/u] 
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[U][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Sophia Blackthorn[@Ace of flames01] and Casey Locke [@The ghost in black]
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Raylan leaned over and lit a cigarette from the fire that appeared by his feet.[color=a0410d]  “Thanks for the light. Should be a bottle of whiskey in the closest ceiling.”[/color] Raylan said sitting back in the chair, he poured a bit of his coffee on the fire. Raylan wasn't about to let her intimidate him. 
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“You know what, we are oft to blame in this, tis too much proved that with devotion's Visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself. Hamlet Act three, scene one. I don't care and I'm not hiding it. Now, you can play nice and answer the damn question and tell me why you're in here balling under the bedclothes. Or I can shut the door and make sure you get to cry in here all alone permanently. It's your call little girl.” [/color] Raylan said with eyes locked in her. He wasn't sure if he was really willing to even attempt following through with his his threats, but he was more than willing if she felt so inclined. 

Raylan sipped the last of his coffee when he heard a voice behind him. Raylan turned slightly to see whose voice he heard. It was the Polo boy, what was his name? Casey Jones? No, Casey Jones was driving his train high on cocain. At least he's out having fun, this dude looks like a Calvin Klein reject. [color=a0410d]“Goodie, I'm filled with joy. The Young Boy's Modeling Association is in on Third Street from my understanding.”[/color] Raylan said looking over his shoulder slightly before looking back at Sophia, who was doing a very bad job of trying to be the Boogie Man or whatever she was doing.