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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 11:48 pm
Christine.Tremaine  "I don't object. I can think of a few hobbies that involve havoc and mayhem," Christine said. "Of course, they're not exactly legal but as long as you run fast enough..." Or drive fast enough. She had her bike here after all.
She laughed and took a long swallow of her drink. "No one asked you to be gentle," she said. "And no one said I intended to be gentle either. I think it's obvious neither of us is quite that vanilla."
She filed away the fact that he was extremely fond of cherries. It was always useful to know what the guy you liked, well, liked. Cherries and gore. She was certain she could do something interesting with that whether she won or not. She finished off her drink and motioned the waiter over for another.
"I'm curious what it's like where you're from," she told him. "Quite different from here, I assume?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:36 am
  "When I think about it, rules are like people." ███████████████████ ███ ██ █ Sylthfreiyn sipped from his drink. The taste was so bland. He didn't know if he even wanted to drink a lot of this. Maybe he can ask for an ultra dose of cherry flavor or something. He liked the way that Christine thought. Surely Suzanne wouldn't get mad at him for causing trouble or not getting caught. Well, if he thought about it, she'd be more proud of him than upset. Well, there it is! He will go do illegal things and not get caught. Besides, he wanted to go rob a drug dealer. He realized that they were healthy for his systems like how humans and fruits and vegetables.
He smirked. "Alright," he said. Well, on the bright side, if he did lose, he wouldn't have to worry about it getting too boring.
"Home...? You assumed correctly. It's very different from here. We don't have a sun and mainly move around in darkness. The air is a poisonous miasma and that's basically what my sister and I prefer to breathe in. Naturally, the food is just as poisonous and toxic." Sylthfreiyn explained. "More often than not, I tend to miss home. But I suppose I can learn to like this place." Sylthfreiyn didn't really want to dwell on the subject for too long or he'll end up feeling homesick right now. If he did that, he usually refuses to eat and would go find a dark place to mope.
"What of you? You are a Fae from what I've heard? What was your home like?" Sylthfreiyn asked. █ ██ ███ ███████████████████ "They are better off strangled and stomped to a bloody mess."
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 1:42 am
Christine.Tremaine "I wouldn't know," Christine said, crossing her ankles as she accepted another glass from the waiter. She took a long drink before setting the glass down on the table, running her finger around the top. "When Angela and I were born, our father was off doing whatever it is Faerie princes do. Our mother raised us as normal Humans until she got too sick to care for us. We were taken in by her uncle. And there was a little incident where I sort of, maybe nearly killed my little sister by trying absorb all her magic."
"It wasn't entirely intentional but my dear, dear, father decided to disown me. So when he came to whisk my little sister off into the sunset to be a Faerie princess, I was left behind. I've never been to wherever the Seelie Court actually is so I don't really know much about what it's like."
"My guess is there are lots of rainbows and sparkles and pretty men prancing about in tutus or something."
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 2:37 pm
 ~ Simon Sweet ~ Simon was relieved that it was finally time for a long break. It was much needed after dealing with such horrible students, and he was going to enjoy it if it killed him. And how would he enjoy it? By getting hammered 24/7, of course! He didn't have to worry about teaching class afterwards so there were no consequences to drinking himself under the table (well, there were some, but that depended on what kind of people happened to be in the pub at the moment). And so, he set off on his mission to drink until unconsciousness hit him. ❝Or we have shepherd's pie peppered with actual shepherd on top.
And I've just begun.
Here's the politician, so oily it's served on a doily, have one.❞
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