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 Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:07 pm
*reailzing that she was being held she slaps him across the face*
Zon't ye ever touch me again!
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:09 pm
*ignores the blow and lights the f***
Now, Melassya, I've done far worst then rapping my arms around you, no need to get so heated on it.
*blows smoke in her face*
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:11 pm
I 'ave no zime zoo zeal wit' ziz.
*turns around and stroms away*
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:13 pm
*laughs*
You know, no body is around for about a mile or two, we wouldn't be distrubed or anything. I'd like to see the fight you'll hold up then.
*leans back on a tree*
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:14 pm
*Ignoring her feelings and continues on*
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:15 pm
*laughe rolls on into the air until he is gone*
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 8:31 am
Titiana walked into the forest with a large picnic basket and a blanket......."PICNIC FOR MOI WO0T" she shouted and then froliced off into the woods
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 8:53 pm
Stops and thinks as she walked along, and rested beside a tall tree. Seeing as the trip to Alaska had failed and she could not get her hands on the most rare of ingredients, the heart of a wolf, she could not make what she her old firend, Miss Voola, told her would protect her and her daughter from letting any evil from getting near them. And seeing as such person was so evil she needed the whole heart.
The idea came to her, "Ze natives, ze natives 'ave ta 'ave some sort of beast 'eart, or anozer way zoo repell evil."
The Idea had it's own problem. "but ze natives trust no body."
She stood there in thought. She had her weapons, so if they got nasty she could get away without harm. Yeah, she'd let for a try.
She turned around and headed for what was rumored to be teh base of the natvies.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 5:03 am
John wanders through the forest. He has taken the advice of a mysterious man he met at the provokan pub and now has no intention of ever returning to Bridge Town.
He shuffles through his pockets in search of something to barter passage off the island should a merchant ship ever show up...
(If they even sail here.)
He thinks to himself.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 11:21 am
*soft cooing* *leaves move*
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 1:27 pm
John looks around, wary of the strange rustling noise. His eye-sight sharpens, his ears become more alert and a rush of adrenaline rushes through his veins.
"Who...Who is there?!"
He calls out, hoping that the unseen person isn't a threat.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 3:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 4:17 pm
John sweeps around fearing for his life, at first he attempts to decode the language being spoken by the mysterious person. Spanish? Dutch? Japanese?
Until he realises that t'was naught' but the coo' of an innocent baby.
"O-oh! Oh my goodness, little one! You frightened me...Hmm, I don't suppose you know what country this is, do you?"
He says, approaching the little baby.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 6:02 pm
*sits* Kaka? *points to volcano in distance*
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 5:29 am
John looks to the volcano.
"Hmm, Kaka? If I remember correctly that is the name of a bird...and a Swedish biscuit."
John starts to ponder his predicament. How could he have gone from Irelande to Ile De Kaka in no time at all?
Last John had heard there were very few volcanoes in Europe so he must be...
"...In the Caribbean? ..."
He says, looking at the odd little infant.
"What're you doing out here anyway?"
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