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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 3:18 pm
::shakes her head:: it's alright. I know how I live is strange to everyone else. If I could change it, I would, but I can't.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 3:33 pm
Remmy shrugged. "Most people don't live the same way so it's cool. It would be better if you could change it but obviously you can't."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 3:38 pm
::nods, putting her hands in the water and begins washing the dishes:: I never really thought it was a big deal. . . but then I've never had to explain myself before. I've actually gone lax a little bit on some things since my parents died.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 3:52 pm
"Ah." he said, leaning against the counter and looking up at the ceiling, searching for clues to any of the answers of her life and maybe his own. Why had she been born with such a weak immune system anyway? ((gtg, my cousin is over. Talk to you tomorrow or somethin))
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 9:08 pm
::keeps washing the dishes long after they've been cleaned, silently dries them, and puts them away. Even the slight mention of her parents has made her depressed:: I think I'm just going to go to bed early tonight. ::goes to the cupboard and pulls out her medicine, taking out the pills, she has a small handful. She pops them all in her mouth at once and takes a drink of water, swallowing them all rather effeciently:: If you need more blankets they're inside the ottoman by the couch. I'll be up a little bit longer, I have some more work to do before the messenger comes tomorrow for my paintings, if you need anything else.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 12:09 am
(besides the creative couple here, who else is still with us?::planning to make multiple charries:: ) heart
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 3:54 am
(You won't let me not be with you)
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 1:29 pm
Popi-Sita Chan ::keeps washing the dishes long after they've been cleaned, silently dries them, and puts them away. Even the slight mention of her parents has made her depressed:: I think I'm just going to go to bed early tonight. ::goes to the cupboard and pulls out her medicine, taking out the pills, she has a small handful. She pops them all in her mouth at once and takes a drink of water, swallowing them all rather effeciently:: If you need more blankets they're inside the ottoman by the couch. I'll be up a little bit longer, I have some more work to do before the messenger comes tomorrow for my paintings, if you need anything else.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 3:30 pm
::is in her workroom for about an hour. She then takes a stack of them and sets them next to the door before going to bed. At 5am the doorbell rings::
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 6:10 pm
The doorbell ringing woke Remmy up and he got up and opened the door. "Uh, yes?" he asked, looking at the man.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 7:33 pm
::the guy snorts:: germiphobic social outcast my a**(donkey). I'm here to pick up some paintings for the Glatsban Gallery. ::this guy is just creepy. He has a five o'clock shadow, greasy hair, a hairy stomach poking out from a too tight stained tee-shirt, and ripped jeans. He looks to be in his mid thirties, and smells heavily of stale cigarette smoke::
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 7:41 pm
Remmy raised an eyebrow, barely able to keep from coughing. "Just a second." he said, closing the door. He sprayed some lysol and went and knocked on Freddy's door. "Hey, there's this really creepy guy here saying he's pickung up some paintings for Glatsban Gallery. You want me to give him the paintings next to the door?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 7:45 pm
::looks up sleepily from her pillow:: oh, yeah. ::climbs out of bed wearing pyjamas that actually fit, that have little clouds and cherubs all over them:: I have another I want to give him, too.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 7:48 pm
"Okay, I just thought he looked a little, um, thuggish." Remmy said, rubbing the back of his neck. "You might not want to go in there with him though, he kind of smells greasy and I almost coughed." he said.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 7:52 pm
::wrinkles her nose:: I know, isn't he nasty? His name is Floyd. ::pulls another painting out of her closet:: I have to pay him today, it's alright. ::goes into a drawer and takes out a doctor's mask, putting it on, then she picks up her wallet from her dresser and pulls out two hundred dollar bills, going to the front door::
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