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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:36 pm
Alright man. *Gives him a grin and nods.* Sounds like a sound plan. I'll just fly us away from this Injustice place if they have dogs.
*Looks around for some paper.* We should leave Mitchell a note so he can join us later.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:37 pm
Good plan.
::sits at the large table again and kicks up his feet as he polishes his flute::
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:41 pm
*Finally finds some and writes a note explaining where they would be.*
*Leaves it on the table next to Piper.*
*Looks for some gloves.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:42 pm
Would you like a little drum? I've got one of those over here.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:44 pm
*Chuckles lightly.* I haven't played a drum in years.
*Looks curiously at Piper.* You sure you wanna risk it?
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:46 pm
Like I'm not already risking enough tonight?
::slides a little hand-drum down the table to her::
You were in a band once, right?
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:49 pm
*She chuckles lightly and shakes her head.*
No, I was a roadie and dated a lead singer of an angry British band.
*Picks up the drums and Hits a few light beats.*
....
Maybe it's better if I just sing...
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:50 pm
A groupie? Oh, Chas, dear, how far you've come!
...
Maybe we'll downgrade you to a tambourine.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:55 pm
*She shrugs.* I was a runaway in a strange country. Any job was a good job at that point... And hey, it's where I got my punk/goth fashion sense. *Grins.*
*Laughs lightly.* Alright, alright. *Puts down the drum gently.*
Tambourine it is.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:57 pm
::Holds the door open for her::
Then, it's off to Injustice International. After you, my merry melodious miscreant!
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:02 pm
*Picks up the tambourine and makes sure she can play it with a few taps and shakes. Satisfied she walks towards the door.*
Why thank you, Sir. *Does a rather good British accent of a Proper Lady.*
*Walks through the door.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:24 pm
*Walks in and finds the note. Frowns a little has he reads.*
Curse my duties.
*Puts the note back down and heads upstairs, a mischievous grin forming.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 10:06 am
::Whistles merrily as he writes out a ransom note::
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 7:14 pm
::sets out eggnog and sound-checks the speakers::
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 7:19 pm
*Walks out of the darkest part of the house.*
*Drinking a glass of B-.*
*Looks to Piper curiously.* I put the big jolly dude where you told me too.
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