LordofthePies

Death In The Air

Gabriel lessened his accent, his facade clearly noticed.

"I really am from Poland. Thank you for not ending my life over some pick-less." he mispronounced pickles again, showing that he did have some language problems. He picked the frames off of the ground and handed them to Aaron.

"I would enjoy being a part of your little market grupa. I apologize if I mispronounce things or end up switching to Polish." Gabriel grabbed another pickle jar and began looking it over once again.

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Death In The Air

The frames are already on the ground. xD

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Slightly goofy crossover RP

I will post my character either tommorow or the next day.

Death In The Air

"Cześć, I am Kubiak. May I have some..." he glanced at the pickle jar, reading it. He didn't bother to learn very much English when his mother was still alive, his Polish accent not helping very much either.

"Pick-less? Any kind of not spleśniały food? I am very hungry, sirs. Willing to trade, yes?" American grammar was not his specialty. He was trying to play off as the confused tourist, which wouldn't be difficult, considering that was almost what he was. Gabriel motioned to the frames.

"They are belonging to different peoples. I am able to make new ones. Trade, yes?" he kept pushing trade, hoping they would see his intentions were not violent.

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Dark Kindle (D&D Campaign)

I hope the new version is what you want. It should be.

Dark Kindle (D&D Campaign)

http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=983781

Death In The Air

Metal is worth something :p

Death In The Air

Gabriel set the pickles back on the shelf, but didn't look at the girl. He figured it might go this way. At least he was semi-prepared for it. He moved away from the shelf, now standing in the middle of the isle, and set down his frames. He did want food, but could get it somewhere else. He just wanted something that wasn't already growing mold.

Gabriel raised his hands and waited for the rest of the people in the store to come. He wondered how many there were. Can't be more than ten.

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Death In The Air

Hope that post is alright. I'm tired and don't really know what I'm doing anymore.

Death In The Air

Gabriel shuffled into a grocery store, feeling like he hadn't eaten in weeks. This was of course not true, since he had a whole box of cheese crackers just yesterday. He had pulled off a couple air vents and removed the metal, and now carried around the frames for trade. Someone would want them. They made excellent makeshift... Well nearly anything.

He adjusted the frames under his arm and began looking for more cheese crackers. Maybe even pickles this time. He gave a small smile to the store's camera before quietly shuffling off to find something to eat. He was new to this whole trade system, people would now kill for their possessions.

Gabriel picked up a pickle jar and examined it, back to another of the store's many cameras. He wondered if anyone was even watching.

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