((Opening Post!))
The Blind Swimmer was the kind of bar that put even the Roadhouse to shame--it was dark, dank, seedy, and packed with motorcycle gangs and hunters alike. It was the kind of place she didn't seem to belong, though she wore biker boots, jeans, and a leather jacket. Red hair hung in loose curls to her waist and smokey blue eyes flashed in the dim glow of the ancient lamps as she entered, eyes roving the long counter and assorted tables for a certain someone she knew would be there.
The School of Dedicated Roleplayers [closed]
A general roleplay guild with emphasis on improving RPers.
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