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 Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 8:11 pm
Charlot raised an eyebrow at Hadrian's odd behavior- he'd seen... weirder from the kid. Was he trying to hide or something? He looked back toward the Russian, shrugging at him.
As Iosif seized his hand he grit his teeth, feeling the iron grip and the bone jarring shake he gave him. He'd fallen down stairs more pleasant. Hey, the guy was enthusiastic.
"Cow chil'dren?" He squinted, trying to figure out what the hell he was speaking about. He didn't know calves fought... maybe that was some crazy Russian thing.. like c**k fighting only with little cows. "Y'fight cows were y'from Isis?" ( Yes, Iosif sounds like Isis in Charlot speak. )
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:15 am
"Cowboys," Hadrian piped up, "I think he meant cowboys. Yanno, wide-brimmed hats, a walk three paces and shoot kinda thing."
He felt his arms starting to burn and pulled them into his shirt.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 12:42 pm
"Yes!" Iosif exclaimed, giving Hadrian a slap of approval on the back. "Yes, cow boys is what I meant - cow children is also working?" He shook his head dismissively, and thrust his hands into his pockets, but his face was all mischief as he looked Charlot over, seemingly sizing him up.
Eh, he could take him. With one hand! And one eye, but that went without saying. Of course, he kept these thoughts tactfully to himself - for the time being.
"Hey," Iosif turned to Hadrian suddenly, raising an eyebrow in the "merman's" direction. He was a bit confused about the shirt thing. "Hey, is problem?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 3:12 pm
Charlot regarded Iosif with a smirk. So, pops thought he could take him in a duel. Maybe... maybe now. It's be one hell of a show, either way. He shrugged at him, grinning.
"Sounds like a fun way t'pass t'time, eh?" He nodded to Hadrian, understanding what the Russian had said with his help. That was one hell of an accent and use of words.
When Iosif spoke up again he turned his attention back to his friend, wondering if he was alright as well. From the look of his slightly turning pink skin, he figured the sunlight was getting the better of Hadrian.
"Y'need to get in t'shade?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 3:20 pm
"No," Hadrian responded sharply at first. He loathed being babied for a simple genetic mutation. He soon recovered his composure, though, and replied evenly.
"No, I'll be fine," he nodded, "I'm covered now." He looked to Iosif.
"You ever seen a squirrel what's all white n' with the red eyes? That's what I have. I burn easy." He wasn't entirely sure if the Russian would take the statement the right way, or if he even knew what albinism was.
One could always hope.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:20 am
Iosif furrowed his brows at Hadrian, hand tilting to the side as he looked the albino over slowly, putting the pieces together. After the silence dragged on long enough to be uncomfortable he straightened and shook his head at Hadrian. "Eeeh, I am not think you look like squirrel!"
No tail, no teeth, no acorns! What kind of trickery was this?
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 7:06 am
An albino squirrel. Now that was something he'd never seen. Charlot scratched the back of his head, regarding the two other men as they went on about one another in a manner that he didn't quite follow.
"Oi b'lieve 'e means more of th' white an red parts than th'actual squirrelie bits." Charlot offered into the quiet. Shaking his head, he glanced over his shoulder back toward something. Hmm.
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