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XANDER KAG
Red Star.
EoN.
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Posted - 2013.10.02 14:04:00 -
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Xander gets off the shuttle in his new leisure clone. He has brown hair, a small beard, and blue-green eyes. He is wearing a maroon shirt with the design of a Rifter on the front. As he walks by he notices the large number of people outside the Second Hex club wondering who was involved. He works his way through the crowd looking for his friend and finally find him off in a corner. Xander asks him if he is okay and begins talking to him.
((Xander read about the Second hex club event from a friend who was one of the civilians, but the friend didn't know who all you are.)) |
XANDER KAG
Red Star.
EoN.
327
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Posted - 2013.10.03 14:21:00 -
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"Are you certain you are okay?" Xander asked his friend. "Yes, I'm fine, can I go now?" Xander lets out a heavy sigh, "Fine, but..."
"Hi u- I'm looking for a friend of mine...He looks sort of like a she....kinda short, long dark brown hair, had a closed Caldari coat..." a stranger asks.
Xander turns around in surprise, he hadn't heard her come over. "Oh, hi there," he said, "I didn't see you come over. You said you were looking for someone correct? I'm sorry, but I was a little to focused on finding my friend here," he gestures toward his friend who is now walking off, "to notice anyone fitting that description. Though, if you give me your name I could tell her you are looking for her if I see her later." |
XANDER KAG
Red Star.
EoN.
327
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Posted - 2013.10.04 17:15:00 -
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"That was different", Xander thought. All of a sudden the datapad at his side starts to vibrate, "What now?" after a quick skiming of the message, he lets out a sigh. "Well that figures", he thinks as he stores the datatpad heading off back to his room. |
XANDER KAG
Red Star.
EoN.
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Posted - 2013.10.29 14:58:00 -
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Xander steps off the shuttle and straitens his shirt. He is wearing a grey T-shirt with the design of a Caldari "Rokh" on the front. As he reacquaints himself with the place, he decides to go for a walk. It would do me some good after all, he thought, I have been locked up in that room for a week not counting battles.
After strolling for a few hours he goes to the observation area, takes a seat and begins to stare at the stars between checking for messages on his neocom.
Who says you can't kill in style?
Fear the tribes.
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