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Date Posted: Fri, Apr 13 2007, 12:56pm PDT
Author: Shane
Subject: || Tattoos and Scars ||

He couldn't believe he was back here, again. It had been more than a year since he'd left and he was older but certainly not wiser for the time. He looked the same, just a bit more haggard. Same messy spiked dark hair. Same unreadable black eyes and cocky grin. He beared a few more tattoos here and there over his muscled torso but that was about the only change. He carried the same handgun, peeking out from his waistband. He was still the same bad boy with bad intentions. Standing there and looking around him, he thought back on his life here. All the girls, the drugs, the nights he could never remember. He'd gained and lost a daughter here, and that was something that still hurt more than anything else. With a sigh, he found himself a seat and settled back, lost in his own thoughts.

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So baby show me how a real bad boy can be a real good man.. -- Hanna, Fri, Apr 13 2007, 8:09pm PDT
- ||Tattoos and Scars|| -- Shane, Fri, Apr 13 2007, 9:45pm PDT
  - She raised a brow over the rim of her steaming cup of coffee at the brazen soul to have approached her and let her lips curl in a bit of a smile. "Just rolled in off the boat." She joked, offering a hand to him in introduction. "Hanna Myles.... and yes, about as new as they come." She nodded to her truck sitting outside, laden down with the few items that she owned and had deemed important enough to bring along with her. The next few days would be tumultuous, she imagined, trying to find a place to put that stuff, and to put herself, but worst came to worst she had a tarp to cover her things and the front seat of a pick up truck was prime sleeping area for a girl like her - only about 5'5" with a slight build. (NT) -- Hanna, Sat, Apr 14 2007, 6:34am PDT
    - Taking her hand, he grinned broadly. "Nice to meet you Hanna...I'm Shane." Leaning back against the bar he watched her with appraising eyes. "You'll like it here, I promise. I been here about four years or so off and on." He drawled in his strange accent, indicative of his many homes over the years.Jamming his hand into the pockets of his loose Levi's that had definately seen better days, he searched for his pack of Marlboro Red's. (NT) -- Shane, Sat, Apr 14 2007, 9:20am PDT