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 Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:20 pm
He leaned forward, rubbing his discolored arms as though caught with the chills. "Do y'know th'person wha' lives in number twenty five?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:21 pm
She thought back. "I don't think so. Why?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:22 pm
"Nothin'," He shook his head, frowning further.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:25 pm
"Oh thats not fair!" She teased, propping her head on her elbows. "Tell me."
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:26 pm
"They go' somethin' o mine I want back, alrigh'?" He grunted.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:28 pm
"Something personal? If its just a thing, the staff will get you another one, no problem" she said, waving it off. "Who is it? I didn't know we had any theives on the island. How do you know they took it?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:29 pm
"Pyroth... th'furry one... sai' he coul' smell it."
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:31 pm
She tilted her head. "Oooookay. Why did they take it?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:34 pm
"I don' know! Nevermind, I said!" He grunted, "Now if ye'll excuse me, I'm hungry." That said, he moved to rock to his feet, picking up his shoes and shirt to carry them at his side.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:36 pm
Angelina blinked. Talk about anger issues. "Nice to meet you," she said bitterly, shaking her head. She popped the headphones back in her ears and rested her head on her arms, watching him go.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 3:03 am
She had found a stick, and with it she was out to defeat the mighty hordes of the white witch. The great sword was weilded with skill as she took down the minataurs (cow people!) and the scary goblins and bad dwarves. Til she came face to face with the white witch herself.
Colche's imagination could be an amazing thing. Three saplings and a flowery bush had come under the feirce thrashing attacks of her stick as she defeated the mighty hordes. Turning her back quickly, she looked at the palm tree steping backwards. the white witch was ready for a fight. Falling backwards on to the sand with a sploosh, she giggled, her big blue eyes looking at the soft blue sky of the carebean sea. That was enough of being Peter for one day. Smiling happily she lay for another moment before rolling over and padding off towards the waters edge. Her stride was long and graceful, her tail tip twitching sparodically. Every so often a bounce came to the step of the cheetah girl though, the graceful saunter of the cheetah was never quite as melencholy as a normal cheetahs. Infact, she bounced along, the slender figure still in a way, graceful, but always it held this happy bound to it. Holding on to her stick she came to the waters edge and grinned "ho noas ice melt!" she giggles, she had no idea what ice was, but watching it melt and imagining it here in the carribean, didn't make it any less fun in her mind.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 3:16 am
Angharad tipped the sunglasses further onto her face, smiling for once. She'd finally got the courage to ask for some possessions at the supply place by the cafeteria; the extra clothes would take a while, but they'd been able to give her sunglasses, a hat and a hairtie. She'd immediately braided it into two plaits, revelling in the breeze that now could reach the back of her neck. And so she was heading to the beach, to take her friend's advice.. and attempt to try and enjoy the fact that she was on a tropical island.
She took her sandals off as she got to the beach, the worn straps looped round her fingers as she wandered further down the beach, almost dashing from shadow to shadow where the sand was cooler. It almost turned into a game for the teen; she laughed to herself, managing to forget her situation for a moment.
Until she saw the big cat, and froze.
It wasn't really such a big one; it was lithe and small, with a long ..black mane? It was then she realised with a sinking feeling that this was just another islander. But so far along... she watched as it danced gracefully along the water's edge. At least it didn't seem down from being transformed.
She cautiously made her way down towards it, feet stinging slightly at the hot sands, but suddenly burningly curious. She took her sunglasses off, and blinked at the brightness, despite the hat's shade.
"Um.. hello?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 3:22 pm
NEW RP
Fiona wandered slowly up and down the beach, pausing every once in a while to inspect the terrain, occasionally scratching things into the sand with her foot. She walked up to the edge of the forest, leaning against a tree and appreciating the shade for a moment while she mumbled various things to herself.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 3:41 pm
Zach looked out at the ocean, the edge of the waves splashing over his feet, as he clutched something small in his hand. His clothing was simple, white, and the sleeve of his shirt was short enough that a lot of red scale was visible on his arm. A pair of sunglasses protected his eyes from being seen. His feet were again bare - it was easier for him to walk on his feet now than it had been for a while, and he hadn't had the misfortune of stepping on anything he'd regret. He scanned some of the roving clouds that dotted the edge of the horizon, as if looking for something. However, with a look of defeat, the object was soon returned to a shirt pocket.
He was about to head back to the village, when he spotted a person he hadn't seen before. From where he was, he couldn't see a hint of change on them. More new people? He didn't dare count how long he'd been here, but he had to admit it was a significantly long time. The doctors like Sabin could easily have ensnared many more people. Frowning, he dug his feet into the sand and climbed up the dune, tail sluggishly swishing behind him.
"Lost?" he asked wryly, his voice a little fainter than normal. He was hoping she'd been introduced to the island already. The last time he'd tried to explain, it hadn't gone over well.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 3:50 pm
Nita lay stretched out on her towel on the ocean-side of a dune, thoroughly slathered with sunscreen, attempting a tan. Not that it would probably work-- she'd turn pink, acquire more freckles, and otherwise remain as white as ever. In any case, the sun felt nice, and it was relaxing.
She'd been dozing, moments from sleep, when faint scratchy footsteps caught her attention. She propped herself up on her elbows and gazed around for the source.
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