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A thick scent of palpable blood and strong, bitter drinks emitted from  the red stained chubby bumps of Jameson's padded armor. Even in thegaze of the cadle light the small, vague evidence of former brutality still muddied it all like dirty bed sheets in an unfortunate night. His face was dripping with an oily darkness that stubbornly clung to his face, leaving islands of near white, skin in the cadle light. What little of his cheeks had gone hollow, losing all fat to his long, pointy chin that almost melted off his face. The leather rag covering his right side of his head appeared chest nut brown in this open flame. 




[i]"I suggest you take some of it with you. I doubt there will be many repeat visits"[/i] 

Jameson replied with a nod at the girl next to him.  He was already laying out a napkin in a diamond shape, ready to be tied up with any excess grub, practicing pulling its fold as discrectly as he could but simply gave any attempt at secrecy shortly after [i]"So, I'm an optimist. I'm calling it now, we're here to awared titles for our services..."[/i] He held up his hands to the other guests, looking about with a red grin, still filled with fluid escaping from one of the empty spots on his gums. His tone mocked the idea more than the absurdity of it alone.




He swallowed 


[i]"Any other theories?"[/i]




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