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 Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:06 pm
Cecil nodded weakly, feelings, sensations and pains wracked his body. Angels make it look easy to have wings, I don't see who they're trying to fool. He wrote, jabbing his finger to his back.
As for me, got here by helicopter, my dad wanted me to "Develop charisma" and here I am. He also wrote, before showing his musings to Jasmine.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:28 pm
Looking at the words, she tilted her head as she tilted her head back up at Cecil before writing down on the paper. "Yeah, first one's always the worst, or so I heard. I've only hade one.' Reading the last sentance, she nodded. "Yeah, about the same here."
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:47 pm
If the first one's the worse, I don't want to feel the best one. Cecil wrote, You grow any extra limbs? If you did, doesn't look it. Her hands got his attention, and he wondered in his head how hard it was to write with those things poking your palms. Cecil looked at his own hands. they seemed normal for the most part. For now anyway.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 4:07 pm
Jasmine looked at the sentance, grinning as she wrote. "No, just some really ugly hands, a small tail, and some weird ears." She wrote, pointing at the beanie she used to conceal her ears.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 4:19 pm
Ahh. Can I see?
Cecil pointed at her beanie. He streched a little bit, his newborn wings wiggling uncomfortably against his shoulders.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 4:56 pm
At the mentioning of her ears, her cheeks turned a bright scarlet as she carefully removed her hat, her ears, furry and pointed, now pointing upright at their freedom.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 5:07 pm
Cool Cecil wrote, and that's what he thought too. He noticed she was blushing intensely, Sorry, I just thought, since we're the only ones here, you wouldn't The pencil stopped in mid motion, apparently in thought. He continuled, mind. I'd show you my wings myself if it wasn't so much trouble, just
The young man seemed to be looking for the right words, but he stopped, he said enough, he hoped.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 5:14 pm
"Eh, sorry, I just don't really like them." Jasmine wrote when he showed her the sentance. "And don't worry, you don't have to show me the wings..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 5:24 pm
It's alright, I kinda freak out about stupid things He wrote, It's just a habit of mine, everyone I've seen hasn't bothered hiding it, so I just start assuming.
Okay, he was just rambling now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 5:52 pm
As she read the last sentance, Jasmine's blush seemed to grow in density. "Ah, I'm just a little embaressed about it... I know I shouldn't, because I'm not the only one, but... Eh-heh." She wrote before handing him the book again
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:04 pm
Yeah.... You wanna go feed the ducks or something? Cecil's sense of irony still in tact, despite all the other changes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:09 pm
"The ducks?" She asked on the paper. She hadn't noticed any ducks on the island, but her mind didn't notice things as well as she hoped, so she guessed they were somewhere. "I didn't know there were ducks here..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:20 pm
You know, in the park Cecil stopped, thought of what was going on and wrote on. Ah, sorry about that, I'm still used to the city.
Man, he would've wanted to feed the ducks too, Central Park was a nice place to be during the Spring... He felt homesick, a feeling that's been in his mind since he got on this island.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:32 pm
Jasmine read what Cecil had written before grabbing the pencil again. "Well, we can go do something else..." She showed him the book before getting up and stretching, but due to her weirdly shaped feet, she merely stumbled, but did not fall.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:40 pm
Cecil took his small notebook out of his pocket and wrote down on it's small pages, Lead the way.
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