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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:36 pm
MIzzySweets: lol brb
Eric gets up and peers at the window. "Hey! Don't--don't type in stuff pretending to be me!" He tries to get the keyboard away from her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:38 pm
"A ship. Do you know the name of the ship?"
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Trin clicked on several links and now the picture of the block is on the screen next to the mizzy conversation. But ohs noes! Eric has the keyboard! She reaches to snatch it back. "Give that back!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:40 pm
"Nope. Let's talk about something else now."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:41 pm
He manages to type 'ttyl company over' before Trin gets it back. He frowns at her. "If someone messages me, don't talk for me. That's rude." Now he just sounds like a kid.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:43 pm
"I'd like to meet this person."
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"I be doing a good impersonation." She begins to scroll down the page with the block. The text above reads, in bold letters, 'Genesis 1:24'. And underneath the block, there is more text. Trin groans as she reads it and mutters, "Bloody hell."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:45 pm
There's that worried expression creeping back.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:45 pm
He leaaans in to look at what it says. "What is all this?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:49 pm
"People with that sort of power are always fascinating."
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The text reads- 'This is the newest piece in my collection. It would be wonderful if Princess Rose would come to see it. I look forward to her visit.' and then there's a lovely little graphic of a signature from someone y'all know - 'Lord Harold Kershal'
Trin mutters, "Nothing," and closes the window, hoping Eric didn't get any of that.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:51 pm
".. He isn't fascinating, he's insane."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:53 pm
Of course he did. "Who is this guy?" He tries to reach for the mouse to bring the window up again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:54 pm
"They usually are. What is his name?"
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Trin slaps at his hand. "The arse I told ye about yesterday. He must have bought it from that damn traveling merchant."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:56 pm
He points to the apartment next door. "So then, what? He knows this guy too? He was sent by him?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:57 pm
She shakes her head. "Nay. They know each other, but Sin wants me to have the block, not him. ...Unless..." Her eyes narrow. "That would just be bloody annoying."
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"You don't know, or you're afraid I'll find him?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:59 pm
"You've got some really interesting friends. So anyway, this guy knows you live next door. What do you want me to say to that the next time he sees me?"
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