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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 9:50 pm
GemmaDoyle ((You came just as I left!!!! gonk Stupid! gonk heart )) Dani stares up at Spike, slightly intimidated by his size. "My name is Danika..." Suddenly, as if made aware of her rudeness, Dani shoots up to her feet and offers her hand, copying Serene's gestures. (( sweatdrop xp )) *Spike continues fingering his cloak with his right hand and puts his left halfways into his pocket and looks to Dani* Sorry, kid. I'm not a highly physically interactive person. Don't take it personally for not shaking your hand.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 9:55 pm
Casedy Darklore *Smirks at Spikes so sudden appearance... Guess he hadn't left after all...* Yah just don't forget I'm not entirely dead anymore, old friend. *He looks around at the sudden burst of people. Looks like his answer was found quite quickly this time. He cracks his neck, looking from person to person as they converse, then promptly plops down against a tree.* *He looks over to Cas* Aye, so I've noticed. You'r gonna have to fill me in on the details sometime.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 5:30 am
Spike-Draconious (( sweatdrop xp )) *Spike continues fingering his cloak with his right hand and puts his left halfways into his pocket and looks to Dani* Sorry, kid. I'm not a highly physically interactive person. Don't take it personally for not shaking your hand. She nods slightly, pulls her hand back and buries her fingers within her furs. Dani plops onto the ground again and curls up, she looks around at everyone, more comfortable in a small ball than standing. She pulls long silver hair to the side of her face, pushing Spike from view. Perhaps, if she couldn't see him, he would cease to see her? Small, white fingers play with the fur she's wrapped herself up in. She tosses the core of her apple to the ground and watches while small balls of light surround it, keep it afloat in the air.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 6:00 am
Plopping down on the ground next ot Dani, he pats her (um... you do have a head righy?) head and takes another bite of his apple. "Dont be afraid of Spike, he's just grumpy. Alot. Actualy, I dont ever remember him not being grumpy. Hey Spike, why are you always so grumpy?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 6:45 pm
Amairgin Plopping down on the ground next ot Dani, he pats her (um... you do have a head righy?) head and takes another bite of his apple. "Dont be afraid of Spike, he's just grumpy. Alot. Actualy, I dont ever remember him not being grumpy. Hey Spike, why are you always so grumpy?" (( I'm not sure if you changed your char name as well, so I'll just call you Ama now. )) stressed *Spike lightly punches Ama over the head* I'm never grumpy you jackass! *He returns to the tree to continue his leaning*
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 5:56 am
Rubbing his head, he takes a last bite out of the apple and chucks it at Spike. "Not grumpy my a**."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 7:33 am
*Laughs* Yah... Spike grumpy... that's like saying he has good taste in interior decorating, if the interior still exists that is...
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 12:44 pm
Casedy Darklore *Laughs* Yah... Spike grumpy... that's like saying he has good taste in interior decorating, if the interior still exists that is... *He lets Ama's apple core hit him and bounce off his cloak* stare Did you just dis my lair, Cas?
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 4:35 pm
"No, he was talking about your head." Sticking out his tongue, he pulls out his endless box of apple pocky.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 7:22 pm
She giggles watching the back and forth comments between the three, purposely avoiding commenting. She turns to Danika instead.
"So tell me what brought you here, or just anything you wanna tell me."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:37 am
Manikarnik scrambles to her feet on the narrow tree branch, eyes searching for the quickest way down. "Bored," she mutters, leaning forward to look below her. Bad idea. She overbalances, breaking various appendages and tree branches on her way down. It makes a great deal of noise, the racket silenced with a profound 'thud' as Manikarnik lands in a heap of flesh, clothing, and messy brown hair.
"Ow.."
The top hat drops out of the branches a few moments afterwards, landing gently a few feet away.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:08 pm
Manikarnik Manikarnik scrambles to her feet on the narrow tree branch, eyes searching for the quickest way down. "Bored," she mutters, leaning forward to look below her. Bad idea. She overbalances, breaking various appendages and tree branches on her way down. It makes a great deal of noise, the racket silenced with a profound 'thud' as Manikarnik lands in a heap of flesh, clothing, and messy brown hair. "Ow.." The top hat drops out of the branches a few moments afterwards, landing gently a few feet away. "Oh!" She exclaims seeing her fall and dashes to her, grabbing her hat on the way, putting it down next to her. "Here, are you alright?" Hesitant to touch/move her for fear of hurting her more after her fall, she kneels next to her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 4:27 pm
Bored Vad pulled out a very special pair of chopsticks. Muttering under his breath he waved them in the direction of the clearing where everyone else was. Moments later large roast fowl, boiled, mashed, and roast tubbers, and several different vegetable dishes began to fall at an unusually slow rate into the clearing. "Happy turkey day" he murmured again before curling up under a blanket that appeared out of seemingly nowhere.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 5:22 pm
Manikarnik lifts her head, face scuffed with dirt and lip split and bloody. She grins ruefully, pulling her unbroken arm out from under her and using it to prop herself up.
"Yeah, I'm good. Well, maybe not good," she revises hastily, noting the dulled ache of her broken limbs. "But I'll manage.... is that a floating turnip?" she says incrediously, looking out at the falling food as she resets her broken arm with a grinding, moist crunch.
((Mmm. Grinding crunch. Sounds like some sort of weird dance move. XD))
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 7:52 pm
((it's just a jump to the left
and a step to the riiiiight
put your hands on your hips
and bring your knees in tiiiight
and it's the pelvic thuuuusts,
that compleately drive you insaiaiaiaiain,
LETS DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!!!
Like that kind of dance?))
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