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Post by carmella on May 10, 2009 4:17:16 GMT -8
Morrigan cracked his knuckles, muscles rollin gunder his gorilla-like arms. Yawning, her turned the page of his newspaper, not really reading the small, black text. In actual fact, he couldn't read very well, but he was bored, so he figured he may as well try.
The guardhouse clock struck twelve - still three more hours until he was off duty. He had promised to help his sons build a tree house. They didn't have a tree near their house, but that was only a small technicality.
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Post by Lia on May 10, 2009 14:38:33 GMT -8
ooc:// I'll work on a charry to join you:)
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Post by carmella on May 16, 2009 2:59:08 GMT -8
((thanks :3))
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Post by carmella on Jun 19, 2009 0:49:12 GMT -8
((SOMEONEJOINMEPLZ!!))
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Post by Lia on Jun 19, 2009 8:45:37 GMT -8
ooc:// ... I totally forgot. Sorry!!! Will get to it. Thwack me every day until I remember XD
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Post by carmella on Jun 22, 2009 10:30:45 GMT -8
((ok.))
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Post by Lia on Jun 30, 2009 10:07:34 GMT -8
Slowly, Chrissy climbed the treacherous hill to where the guard house was placed precariously upon the tip of a hill. Her tired legs felt every tiny motion, and the wind whipping at her wing was like piranhas biting her skin. Snow coated the hill, and her clanking armour provided no warmth whatsoever. Breaking into a run, she clambered over the rocks, and finally reached the house. She opened the door cautiously, flew in, and slammed it behind her. It jolted on its hinges. "Hi," she gasped breathlessly.
ooc:// sorry... not having a good rping day...
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Post by carmella on Jul 1, 2009 10:11:29 GMT -8
"Yes, Madam, what can I..." Morrigan looked up. "Oh! Oh, sorry! You have a very high voice!" explained Morrigan franctically, gnarled face turning a blotchy red under his helmet."
((do we know each other, or is one of us new? Just so I know >-<))
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Post by Lia on Jul 1, 2009 18:49:01 GMT -8
ooc:// *snorts at Morrigan* Umm... they can know each other, but have never really... talked... to each other. That okay?
ic:// Chrissy blushed. "Uh, a high voice?" She lowered her voice very indiscreetly, and clanked herself over to a chair and sat down. "How's the weather?" She examined his face. "You look a little... hot."
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Post by carmella on Jul 5, 2009 7:11:02 GMT -8
"No," he said, "it's...uh...sunburn. Having sons does that to you."
He folded up the newspaper, hoping that Chrissy wouldn't think to ask him about its contents and embarass him further.
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Post by Lia on Jul 5, 2009 12:07:50 GMT -8
ooc:// *cracks up*
ic:// Chrissy frowned. "Well it's a good thing I don't have any sons then," she muttered. She sat down beside Morrigan, and began drumming her fingers on the table. "How're you today?" She looked down at the newspaper, and wondered why he had folded it up. "Anything exciting happening? Goodness, this place is boring!" She grabbed the paper. "Let's play a game! Do you have a pen?" She stood up, looking around the cramped shelter for a pen.
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Post by carmella on Jul 6, 2009 9:01:16 GMT -8
Morrigan swiftly pulled a bedraggled quill pen out from under the desk - he couldn't write, but felt much more impressive if he had a long feather quill.
"I...uh...don't have any ink," he realised - like he had ever written with it.
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Post by Lia on Jul 8, 2009 18:47:45 GMT -8
Rolling her eyes, Chrissy rose to her feet and strode over to the bench. She was very proud of her stride; she thought she walked exactly as a man did, but it really just made her look constipated. She found a tiny bottle of ink, and picked it up delicately- it would be just like her to drop it and spill it all. She placed it on the table, and scrutinized Morrigan's quill. "Nice pen," she grunted. "It's very... long." She actually thought it looked rather mottled, but she didn't say so. "Do you know how to play... hmmm... hangman?"
ooc:// I nearly wrote "She actually thought it looked like such a SWEETIE" because I turned to watch The Cure for a moment. 
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Post by carmella on Jul 10, 2009 9:04:23 GMT -8
((XD))
Morrigan scrutinised the piece of paper, how hard could it be? "Remind me of the rules, a moment," he said, "hangman's my favourite game." He was a very bad liar.
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Post by Lia on Jul 12, 2009 11:40:22 GMT -8
Christabel glanced at him. "You forgot how to play hangman?" She grabbed the paper from him, and with a flourish, produced her own pen. It was a hot pink colour, she observed, feeling a little stupid. "Like the colour?" she joked. "I got it from my... girlfriend." She drew a rough outline of a hangman-thing, and made five spaces- _ _ _ _ _. "You have to guess a number."
ooc:// Ooh! I wanna play hangman now!!! Games board!
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