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This is my first attempt at writting/role playing a steampunk story. I'd love for you to join in the development and enjoy the ride as I have no idea where this story will go. If you have any ooc comments or want to join in the play, please PM me.
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Marvin Gradsberry, known to his friends as Marv, stood on the cobblestone street as dusk descended on London and the cool breeze buffered against his body. It brought a slight chill with the moist, thick fog. He watched as The Grypon, one of the most popular airships, lowered itself weightlessly against the infamous skyline. Even though Big Ben was in clear view, Marv still felt the need to consult his gold pocket watch. The Grypon was right on time. With a snap, Marv closed the watch and returned it to his suit jacket pocket.
Mr Gradsberry was a professional. He was very articulate and proper in his business dealings. He was mature beyond his years that numbered 27. This evening, as usual, he was dressed in a dark suit, scarf and a fadora. He was a rather handsome man - tall, thin and clean shaven - but single. A man like him made little time to romance the ladies. His love was for his work and that filled his pocket with coin. Through various contacts and some not-so-ethical dealings, he found himself as an influential chairperson in the English Aircraft Travel Agency. Marvin Gradsberry looked the part.
Mr Gradsberry seemed satisfied with the arrival of The Gryphon and a slight smile crossed his lips. He adjusted the fadora on his head before turning on his heels to head further down the darken street.
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Marvin Gradsberry, known to his friends as Marv, stood on the cobblestone street as dusk descended on London and the cool breeze buffered against his body. It brought a slight chill with the moist, thick fog. He watched as The Grypon, one of the most popular airships, lowered itself weightlessly against the infamous skyline. Even though Big Ben was in clear view, Marv still felt the need to consult his gold pocket watch. The Grypon was right on time. With a snap, Marv closed the watch and returned it to his suit jacket pocket.
Mr Gradsberry was a professional. He was very articulate and proper in his business dealings. He was mature beyond his years that numbered 27. This evening, as usual, he was dressed in a dark suit, scarf and a fadora. He was a rather handsome man - tall, thin and clean shaven - but single. A man like him made little time to romance the ladies. His love was for his work and that filled his pocket with coin. Through various contacts and some not-so-ethical dealings, he found himself as an influential chairperson in the English Aircraft Travel Agency. Marvin Gradsberry looked the part.
Mr Gradsberry seemed satisfied with the arrival of The Gryphon and a slight smile crossed his lips. He adjusted the fadora on his head before turning on his heels to head further down the darken street.