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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 3:01 am
Unconsciously, Ainsley picked up her purse, reaching inside to make sure her wallet was still in there. It may have only been twenty bucks, but that could be stretched pretty far, she'd learned. She wondered what else one could learn from a con man, but a part of her doubted she really wanted to know...Either way, he was sociable--at least before Anna opened her mouth.
Though she did give Anna a small glare, she thought Lysander handled it fairly well...minus giving up the secret (to Mort at least) that Anna was crushing on him. Though how Mort could miss that part, and focus on the British part made no sense to her. Ah, the wonders of being clueless.
Ainsley gave Lysander props. She agreed with the whole non-racial thing, though she did admit if you were green she probably would be a little wary around you. Being the large possibly you were from Mars or something. She was going to compliment him, but the faint surprise on his face stopped her, "What is it? You okay, Ly?" she shortened his name, waiting to see how he'd take it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 8:45 am
Anna didn't so much as flinch at the 'pissy brat' insult. It was practically her nickname, so she was used to it already. "Touche." She noticed his face and looked up. "Hm..." She looked back at him. "No, I don't think there are calming drugs in this car. I can tell you they smell a lot different than this."
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 2:20 pm
((dududududududu...krazy is bored... oh and we have a new person))
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 3:23 pm
Nicky stretched out as she yawned. Looking down at the flowers she smiled. "Growing well." She said walking over to another bed as so to clean it out. Digging in the dirt to remove any unwanted weeds, she saw a grass snake slithering through the bushes. Then for some odd reason she stuck her tongue out at the snake before she went back to work.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 4:20 pm
Lysander was about to answer when the little one pretty much said what he was thinking. He looked at her suspiciously.
"How did you know what I was thinking? Are you some sort of mindreader? If so, stay out of my head or I'll break yours."
Lysander then turned to the trustful one and spoke.
"Well, I was thinking whether or not there were drugs in the car because I'm being nice. I'm never nice. I only do two things: survive and piss people off."
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 6:59 pm
Sasha reached up and gently stroked his face, her expression changing. "Are you okay, Yoh?" She may have been a slut, but she still had befriended most of her...lays. And she hoped to become friends with Yoh. He was a little quiet and uncomfortable, but that would change with time. Otherwise, he was sweet and probably reliable. She leaned up and brushed her lips against his cheek, meshing seduction with comfort.
Ainsley raised an eyebrow, "Honestly, I think it's easier to survive by being nice. But either way, we have a chance at a fresh start here. Nobody knows anything about you, so we can't judge you. You can be whatever you truly want to be." She gave him a nice smile, deciding that he really was sweet, and had only been a jerk because he was defensive.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:32 pm
"Reading minds? No. Reading faces? Yes. And please don't threaten to break my head. I think it's a very nice head. A bit swelled, yes, but nice, nonetheless, don't you think?" Anna held her head and framed it with her hands, in a (probably failing) attempt at making peace.
((Question. Should it be 'A' or 'an' in that last sentence? See, it's 'an attempt', but it's also 'a probably failing attempt', as well. Ah, the dangers of being a grammar Nazi.))
~!~
Yoh pulled back nervously. He didn't really know Sasha well, and therefore felt a sinking feeling in his gut when she did this. "Um, yeah. A little warm, though. I'm gonna go take a cold shower." With that, he hurried off, just short of running away from her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:44 pm
(( Commas would be better: ... a, while probably failing, attempt at....)) Lysander just shrugged and went back to doing his knuckle roll.
"Meh. I've always found it to be just as easy by crushing the opposition than buttering them up."
Lysander got bored with his knuckle roll and pocketed his coin. He looked at the little one, and said nothing. He recognized the attempt at peace, but wasn't sure if he'd accept. (( And where is this alleged other guy? Has anyone heard wind of him? ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:50 pm
Nicky stood up once finished. She used her arm to wipe the sweat off her head. "Let go. Let go..." She started as she placed the tools in the shed. She then took to popping her back, knuckles, and neck to release some tension. Then she headed inside to the kitchen to get a drink of water. "Hi-Hi." She greeted the people she had past by.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:58 pm
((Yeah, but if I use too many commas, I feel like a wimp. No real reason why that is. I just do. >.>))
Anna held her tongue, but internally, she was finding herself to be agreeing more and more with this boy. The only thing that was different was that she had an epic fail when she tried to make peace or butter someone up-her recent attempt had proven that-and he found it 'just as easy' to do both. Lucky. But, no, she was going to shut up and stay that way for a while.
((You mean Nicky? I think he's probably at the mansion already. And a girl.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 8:13 pm
(( No, this 'Xan'. RP'ed by Male Kokeshi Doll. Anyone? ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 8:17 pm
((That guy? Dunno. I think he forgot or lost all interest, and no one has the attention span to PM him and wake him from his blissful ignorance.
...
Wow. That was...a nicely worded metaphor...I think I'll re-word it and use it again.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 9:41 pm
((Oh and welcome Nex. I'm sorry I'm a post late.))
Sasha held back her laughter until he was out of earshot. Of course she knew what the euphemism was for a 'cold shower' but she wondered if he did. By how quickly he hurried off, he probably did. Why she didn't even have enough time to tease to join him. Still, she wasn't close enough to know for sure. Shaking her head, she decided to give him some space.
Giving the lovely girl entering the kitchen, she smiled. It was odd, Sasha had worked here for the better part of a year, but had never seen her before. The girl was beautiful, she had a figure even Sasha could be jealous over. And her outfit, it was so in. She had to go online and do some shopping tonight. She absolutely needed something like it. "Hello there," she greeted in return, "I'm Sasha, I doubt we've met" she held out her hand, her sweet smile turning seductive. She had figured out why they hadn't. The girl had dirt on her knees as if she had been gardening, which was probably the case. She also was getting dirt on the floor, but with her figure, Sasha was willing to let it go.
Ainsley shook her head, her pigtails swishing cutely. At least those two were at peace for now. She prayed to whoever was listening, be it her mother's God, or her neighbor's dog who died last month, that they would smooth things over. She sighed at Lysander's answer. "It's not buttering people up, it's getting to know them. Buttering is lying. Getting to know people is just accepting their differences, instead of crushing them."
She turned to Aya and Mort. Poor them, they were just waiting out the war, trying to avoid any conflict. Why couldn't Ainsley be like them? Whenever somebody argued or snapped at her, she had an overwhelming need to cry. The problem was it lasted so long afterward. Once the feeling came, all other reasons popped into her head, making it harder and harder to keep the tears in. After blinking up at the ceiling for a few moments, Ainsley turned to the quiet two. "So Mort, what are you interested in? Do you like to read?" The prospect of more books, made her brighten just a little.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 10:02 pm
((Oooh, I like your metaphor too Bi. Would you mind if I used that in a paper I have coming up? I mean, I'll probably change it around, depending on where it fits in the paper, that will hopefully be written say tomorrow. And...would you mind if I did use it, that I don't quote you? I mean, citing this would be hell, and if I used this website my teacher would probably fail me.
And that's the wonders of semi-colons! If your sentence uses WAY too many commas, semi colons can take their place. (Plus when you use them in a paper, it makes you feel really smart, and teachers love it.
For example:
Without Semi-Colons (Just Commas)
I went to Boise, Idaho, Los Angeles, California, and Nashville, Tennessee.
With Semi-Colons
I went to Boise, Idaho; Los Angeles, California; and Nashville, Tennessee.
Obviously, the semi-colons make it much easier to read. But he is right, the appositive does need commas, not that I don't do the same thing. And I am sorry about my little rant. I have a bad tendency to use far too many commas and semicolons in a paper...
And maybe we should PM him...though I'm the first to say "not it." I'm horrible at talking to strangers.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 10:48 pm
(( Not me. I'm doing a Japanese project. And I'm probably going to be awake until two in the morning just to do it. ))
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