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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:32 am
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[Msn? Ugh. . . I don't think so? Well, if you're talking about e-mail, I have one for my book, but I can't hand that out until my book's published. Comments are fine? I'm sorry.]
Anya's face went pail when she saw her ride. Her eyes wide, and face flushed when she realized with a push of a button on his belt, he was able to call on this. "I-I'll be right with you." Anya told Alex, pushing him gently towards the car, she ran back into the house, grabbing a couple American bills on the top of her bed stand, that taking a semi-formal dress from the closet, and running into the bathroom to change into it. When finished, she ran back to Alex while attempting to "hop" in order to get her shoes on.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:48 am
[ ♔ Prince - Thank you so much for making another rp! (And Shakespeare! Yes!!!) I'm still debating whether it's open or not. O.o I want to join, lol. ^^ Thank you again though! Besides me, Yoru, Spunks, and now you - no one is posting any threads! O.O ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:54 am
((It's open.))
Alex smiled."Put the money back." He chuckled, and stood at the door at the back of the taxi. It was a short limo. It was a six door, 8 seater honda.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 9:05 am
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"B-But. . ." Anya thought fast, like how she did writing stories. She thought threw every possible lie she could use to her advantage. She wasn't proud, but she needed those few American dollars. "I went to a restaurant in Dublin once, and my money was taken. I think it saved my life." She laughed quietly to herself. Lies.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 9:09 am
"Dublin is a bad place, but your safe with me. Eh. Take the money anyway." He gave up."Ladies first." He said, opening the door to the back of the short limo.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 9:31 am
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Anya held the American dollars clutched in her palm, and stepped into the closest thing to a limo she's ever been in. She's never even seen a limo before! Much less, ride in it. She felt like royalty, and wasn't used to it at all. She was a writer. A painter. A person who'd work hard only to provide themselves with more essentials to continue working. And; of course, to buy a small loaf of bread in the early mornings.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 9:53 am
They drove up to a fancy resturant, called "Sit, Paint, Eat, Enjoy" and in big letters, it read Spee on the front.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 10:06 am
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Anya mused to herself at the title. Picasso's perfect restaurant. How fitting. She looked down at her dress and swallowed. Semi-Formal attire wouldn't work here. Either it was too formal for painting; given that it was to happen, or it was not formal enough. It was ironic, and awkward.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 10:12 am
Alex handed her a painting apron, and some rainbow colored clothing."There is a changing room." He chuckled. The car stopped and Alex got out, opening the car/taxi/short limo door for Anya.
((Cool. Thanks.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 10:33 am
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[ I'm so sorry about the denoting. My older brother walked into the room, started reading everything on my screen over my shoulder, and took the mouse - denoting. Then he walked out, calling me stupid, lol. sweatdrop My parents don't believe anything I say, and he's in charge.]
Anya started laughing to herself. "This is not what I pictured," Anya mused, walking into the changing room.
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SpunkyMonkey3 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:40 pm
~Cristina Kiryu~  Cristina walked out of the lobby still clinging onto her skates. She was walking toward the frozen pond. It wasnt like she wanted to use the one that was in the lodge. Which was amazing on her part. When she got to the pond she smiled at the ice. It was rough but it was ok on her part. She sat down on the ground and stared out into the open air.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 1:18 pm
He laughed and found a seat for them. He found a good one, right by the window. He lifted up the painting essentials on his side of the table, and began painting a meadow, filled with beautiful flowers. He then lost track of what was set on his mind, and began painting Anya, sleeping in the middle of the meadow. The painting was looking down on the scene, in a birds eyes view. The sun was high in the sky, and he drew it high above some mountains.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 1:28 pm
A_n_n_a ♔ [Where's Kiba?]
[[sitting by a tree still i think... imnot far away from him tho]]
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SpunkyMonkey3 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 1:52 pm
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[ Spunkys - Okay, lol. You need to get him over there with ya! ^^ ]
Anya couldn't see Alex's canvas at all. She reached over slowly; unseen, for a brush and any paint tube. She grabbed the green. She decided to paint the pastures of her homeland of sheep herding with Alex in front in return for his snowy portrait of herself.
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