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 Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 6:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 6:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:44 pm
My hands are cold... blah.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:48 pm
*Chews on a peice of straw, idly pokeing a small fire with a stick - a fire started just a moment ago in the middle of the OOC*
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:52 pm
No longer minus a drummer. I win.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:55 pm
*Deposits stick into fire, reaching around and digging through his saddle bag*
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 8:00 pm
*Pulling from the confines of his saddle bag Jim empties a wrapped up hunk of meat onto a metal frying pan, which is then left to hang over the fire previously mentioned*
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 8:46 pm
*Appears next to Teggie as a very eager, very large mutt the moment the cooking starts.*
*drools.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:13 pm
*scoots off to fish and draw*
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:38 pm
I hate it when people who arrange free movie showings decide it's okay to overbook just because it's free. stare
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:51 pm
Aww, here ya go, partner.
*Hucks a chunk of the still roasting meat at Cole-mutt*
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 10:50 pm
Jim Hensley Aww, here ya go, partner.
*Hucks a chunk of the still roasting meat at Cole-mutt* *Munches and slobbers good-naturedly on Teggie's hand. Wangs the entire rear half of his body, which looks even goofier on an animal that is sitting down.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 11:31 pm
Haha! Easy there, feller.
*Wipes hand on dusty, tanned, chaps*
Ah, be sure not to sleep too close to the fire, big fella. Them nasty rattlers like to slither on up and toast themselves close by the coals.
*Pokes remaining chunk of meat with a dented fork*
Howdy Miss, Kobei. Figured you'd gone and left us all here in the Company for good, what with your extended absence and all.
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